Chapter LXXXIII. Path of Choice.
-The Markior

A loud wake-up call soared through the Protoss base of Markior, awakening every Protoss, Yoshi, or any other lifeform within. Everyone rushes outside, where Markior is waiting. He has his arms behind his back as he sees them gather. Soon, everyone is outside, and he starts to speak. "My friends." He says. "Today, there will be the first launch of our fleet.." The Protoss base had grown to its full power. Reavers were constucted and upgraded with scarab capacity. Invisible Observers were flying through the land, exploring the area around the base. Shuttles were hovering above the reavers, waiting for the order to pick them up. A number of Scouts flew past above head, and even above those Scouts, 10 Protoss Carriers, gigantic, Zeppelin-like spaceships of the Protoss, were hovering silently, constructing interceptors within. A number of Corsairs quickly flew through between them. On the ground, standing between the group of heroes, were Zealots, Dragoons, High Templar and Dark Templar. Markior was standing infront of what seems to be a huge blanket, covering something. "The Uraj and the Khalis will soon pinpoint the location of either Havering or Lich. We will have the choice, whether we go into confrontation with the one that brought us here.." He pauses. "..or that we start looking for Lich, Vector and Multex." The Zealots and Dark templar point their weaponry in the air, crying out words of battle, obviously choosing for the first option. The High Templar and others think more of the second option. Markior continues. "After spending much time in the Fleet Beacon, I was able to construct a Carrier, the one that I will pilot." A zealot pulls a rope, and the blanket falls of the carrier, it's outline of teal color. It glows in the sun, as Markior displays it proudly. "I give you, the Ganthritor II." It floats slightly up, hovering just above the ground. After the ceremony, Markior returns to the Nexus. There's a lone female Zealot without battle armor inside of one of the room, attending to one of the gravi-beds. Inside the bed, Dragon sleeps. "How is she?" Markior asks. The Zealot says. "She's fine.. she'll wake up soon. Nothing seriously, just lumps and bruises." Markior nods. "I'll take over from here, I'll wait till she wakes up.." The zealot nods as she walks out. Markior stands infront of the bed as Dragon wakes up. "Uh.. where?" She says. "Where am I?" Markior hushes her, and explains. "You came falling from the sky the other day... you need your rest. Here, eat something.." He says, giving Dragon some grapes. Dragon starts eating. "Thanks.." She says. Markior grins. "No problem.. you're inside my Protoss Nexus now.. when you feel you're strong enough, you can get up. I'll leave a message throughout the Nexus where we're gone to.." He says, his back turned to Dragon. He turns around agaian. "You understa.." He says, only now noticing Dragon has fallen asleep again. He grins and slowly moves out the room, closing the door behind him. He moves over to the platform with a large Khaydarin Crystal in it. He holds up his hands and the uraj and khalis reappear. He puts them in their respective holders, and waves his hand. A screen appears. "Twin crystals. Show me the location of sir Pseudo Havering." He knew he could've used his shoulder shield, but for some odd reason, it was malfunctioning slightly, and it's range wasnt near as long as the power of the Uraj and the Khalis. The screen fades black and white, giving nothing but static. Markior groans. "Twin Crystals, show me the location of Lich Yoshi." The static disappears and the screen displays a desert, seen from above. It zooms in and displays a city with a thick wall around it. The screen zooms in more, and displays a house. As if a floating camera, the screen goes through one of the windows, and displays Lich, Vector and a koopa working. Obviously, they're not there of their own free will. "Twin Crystals, display map of world so far detected by Observers. Display route to formally displayed city." The twin crystals do as told. Markior pushes the screen and it becomes solid. He takes the map and resizes it, putting it away under his shoulder shield. He floats out of the Nexus. "We move out." He says to the still gathered group. He points at a group of Dragoons and Scouts. "You stay here, defend the base. The rest of you, come with me. We are going to save Lich and Vector." The Protoss roar, and Dev, Kyle and Prism smile. The Reavers get loaded into the Shuttles. Markior, Kyle, Dev and Prism go inside the Ganthritor II. Markior stands on a platform in the hull of the Ganthritor, and instantly, the Carrier gets surrounded by a blue-ish light, the Psionic Shield of Markior having become that of the carrier. It flies up and joins the other ten. The Zealots, Templar and Dragoons walk. The journey would take about two days...