Chapter LXII: Strategy. --The Markior
Markior awoke, feeling a little ill. He was laying in his chair in the main room of the Nexus again. In another chair was NM, and Vector was walking around, trying to find something. "Urgh... " Markior groaned, realising he was paralised. "I... HATE... paralysis..." Vector looks around and walks to Markior. "Ah, you've got rid of your paralysis, Markior." He says. Markior stands up. "Yes..." He looks around and towards Vector. He senses some confusion inside him. "What's wrong Vector?" Markior says. Vector backs away a bit. "Nothing.. nothing is wrong." He says. Kyle walks out of the sleeping quarters. "Markior... I just looked out of the window. We have visitors. One of them is a female Yoshi." Markior blinks. He floats to the elevating platform, and goes down. He sees 6 being standing in the main door of the Nexus, and one being looking around in the Nexus. "-Ehem-" Markior coughs. The creatures look at him. He has a psiblast charged up in the palm of his hand. "Who are you, and what is your business in my Protoss Nexus?" The one already inside the Nexus walks towards him. "Stand back or I will destroy you." Markior says. He still is uncertain about the intention of the visitors. "Markior? The Markior, is that you?" A female voice is heard. Markior looks at the being already in the Nexus, as she steps in the light. "Prism." Markior says, and the Psiblast disappears. "Prism, not you too?" He says. Prism walks over to him. "I'm afraid so, Markior... They lured me in here too..." She says. Markior looks at the other 6 creatures. Prism makes the light shine on them. "Oh... they're Pokémon...." Markior sighs in relief. He sees 6 Pokémon, a Dragonite, a Gyarados, a Flareon, an Articuno, A Zapdos and a Dugtrio. The Articuno has something in her beak. She walks over and places it in Markiors hand. He examines it, and it's obviously meant for hanging around a neck. Markior does so and pushes a button. A soft bleep is heard, and the display simply says: "PLT". The Dragonite suddenly speaks: "Where is Lich? Have you seen him? We're worried..." Markior blinkblinks surprised, not having heard Pokémon speak before, except Serebi, Mewtwo and Sparkle's Mew. "How..." Markior begins, but is interrupted by the Gyarados. "Around your neck you have Lich's Pokémon Language Translator. Now tell us where he is or I will eat you!!" Markior grins. "I take no threats from pokémon... And I don't know where Lich is. But I ensure you, we're doing everything in our power to find him." Prism looks at Markior. "Now you sound like a police station officer..." She grins. Markior looks back at the Pokémon. "What are your names?" The Pokémon introduce themselves. "Nessie the Dragonite.""Leviathan, Gyarados." "Shape-Ta the Flareon." "Icydoom the Articuno." "Thunder the Zapdos." "Quake, Dugtrio." Markior smiles. "Don't worry... I'll return Lich for you... That's a promise." The Flareon smiles and says: "We can help you, Markior. As long as Lich is gone, you're free to call us to battle. Lich would want that." Markior grins. "Very well... I have just the thing..." He walks towards a wall in his Nexus and pushes a button. 6 hovering, black Pokéballs fly from the wall. They zap up the Pokémon. Markior picks up his specially designed Pokéballs and makes them smaller, then puts them under his shoulder shield. Prism looks at Markior. "Well... I think I'd like some explanation, Markior... The Star Road is acting up terribly, wishes are unfullfilled... All because of this world." She says. Markior grins. "I guess I have a lot to tell you... C'mon." They return to the main chamber of the Nexus, where NM has woken up again.
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"Work work work..." Ulrezaj grins. He had been busy, calling new creatures to Zolott, toying with the forces of nature. For what Havering had told him, he needed a number of Artefacts to revive a great demon, perhaps even the greatest. The one to revive him would be granted powers beyond imagination. Ulrezaj was pleased to hear this. With those powers, he could even turn back time itself, preventing the excile of his Dark Brethren from Aiur. And more. Matriarch Raszagal wouldn't have had died. He could even stop Markiors creation from happening. "Havering, tell me. What is the name of the demon?" Ulrezaj says. He turns around, hearing no response from his mindcontrolled being. "Havering?" He roars. He sees sir Pseudo float through the room, then suddenly being engulfed in fire. Havering becomes nothing more then ashes. Lord Ulrezaj floats towards the pile of ash and takes some of it in his hand. He clenches his fist and throws the ashes against the wall. "DAMN you..." He roars, knowing it wasn't the real Havering. "This means Havering is still out there... He will of course try to get back in control..." He sits behind the computer. "But it won't happen..." He clicks numerous buttons. "Put up forcefield, disable all Teleport, Recall, Transport, Black Portal Warp, Time Jump, Interstalliar warp and Planetairy jump." He grins. "That should be enough..." He clicks a button. "Let's see how Light One is doing..." The screen shows the Protoss buildings. "Hhmm.. busy Archon..." He mumbles. With the added technoligy received from the Forge, Markior has warped in numerous Photon Cannons. They detect invisible creatures, and shoot bolts of Psi plasma. There are now 3 Gateways, a Forge, A Cybernetics Core and Markior is warping in a Citadel of Adun. Soon, he will be able to warp in Templar. There are now 5 Dragoons and 9 Zealots, walking through the buildings on patrol. Indeed, Markior had build the beginnings of a city. "As soon as he has a Templar Archives warped in, he'll most likely summon the Twin Crystals..." Ulrezaj grins.
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After explaining everything to Prism, the group has eaten some food, warped in inside the Nexus. Most of them were hungry, since time seemed to flow differently on this world. Suddenly, blue lights flash everywhere and an annoying beeping sound is heard. Obviously, a warning was going through the Nexus. Markior immediately stands up and flies through the hallways of the Nexus. He sits behind the table and nuymerous screens appear. "Zerg!" He roars. "How many of them are summoned here?!" The group stands behind them. Markior throws his hands into the air, and a blue bulb appears around him. "I am Executor." He yells, and now controls the Protoss Forces. 20 Hydralisks appear and spit their acid at one Photon Cannon. The Zealots run at them and cut their Psiblades through the Hydralisk flesh. Dev wants to run outside and join the fight, but all the doors are closed. The Hydralisks die, but 2 Zealots have found death. Suddenly, a mass of zerglings approches from the south. "By Adun!" Markior yells. The blue bubbles disappears. "They can't handle that many Zerglings..." He rumbles. He thinks fast. Let us help! We must defend the city you build, Markior!" Kyle yells. "NO!!" Markior roars. "Multex has disappeared, Lich has disappeared. I won't stand for this. We must stay together. I am NOT taking anymore risks!" He flies to a window, and the blueness disappears. He reaches under his shoulder shield. "Shape-Ta, GO!!" He yells. He knows Zerglings are vulnarable for the splash damage of fire. "Shape-Ta, use Flamethrower on the Zerglings!" The Flareon does as told and cripples the Zerglings. The Dragoons shoot bolts of Psi Plasma at them from a distance. Soon, the Zerg have been vanquished. "Good work Shape-Ta. Return." Markior says and returns the Pokémon. He looks at the screen and sees a Zealot talking: "Executor, we lost one Photon Cannon, two Pylons, 2 Zealots, one Dragoon and 4 Probes." He says. Markior groans. "Just great... Well, at least we survived." He looks at the group. "With the Zerg around us, leaving the Nexus is extremely dangerous..." He says. The group nods. "We'll just have to wait and see what happens." He looks at a screen. "Ah, we have enough minerals and Vespene gas. I'm gonna warp in a Templar Archives...."