The Protoss forces had been travelling for more days then expected... All this time, Markior Archonius Xel'Naga had been in meditation. Unaware of time passing by, he was silent and balanced, without any knowledge of where they are and how far they had travelled.

The Ganthritor II, the Carrier he piloted, was fully armed and ready for battle. Containing 8 Interceptors within it's hull, the Psionic Shield of the Markior resembling that of the giant vessel, and everything that could've been researched and upgraded, was done. The only thing that was unable to perform correctly, was the navigational systems.

Markior and Prism were onboard, but Kyle was not. Markior had suspected that. Every Templar unwillingly creates Hallucinations of himself before he can handle his own powers. One day after departure, Kyle's form simply vaporized and disappeared into nothingness, leaving the real Kyle back at the Protoss city.

Markior didn't worry. He knew the mortals had their own ways to follow, and he knew he should interfere as little as possible. Telepathically, he had followed each of them, his eyes ever focussed through the element of thought. Also Multex, the one friend he had which he couldn't stand, he followed through his telepathic vision.

Markior's eyes shot open as he trembled. Knowing what happened. One month had passed... The expected travel time of 2 days was by far long exceeded. He stood up and walked angrily out of the meditaion chamber, his darkblue cape swishing through his spirtual body the moment he arose.

Markior: "By Tassadar, I can't believe it.."

He swiftly made his way through the glowing halls of yellow and blue lights, growling to himself in anger and frustration. This was more then he could stand. The planet was getting on his last nerve, as he was accustomized to having an entire planet in check. Escpecially one tutored by Kami and Deku while in El' Guardian Cafe, shouldnt let something like this happen. It was as if he overslept before an extremely important appointment.

He made his way over to the control panel and contacted the Protoss vessels one at the time. They each responded with their psychic presence. As time slid by, he grew more irritated...

Markior: "Observers #397 and #399. Display map of surrounding area."

The Observers bleeped in response, and a Three-dimensional map appeared hovering infront of the spirit. He eyed it curiously. One of the darker spots on the map draw his attention.

Markior: "Observer #399. Enlarge location D4*8."

The map enlarged, displaying a city, with a solid brick wall around it. Markior touched his forehead. ".... Lich... Vector..." He recognized their psionic emanations. He also felt two others' present, their emanations seeming hostile, but in a certain way werent totally. He enlarged the map again, and turned it into realtime display.

He widened his eyes at what he saw. Slavery. The beating, whipping, stigmas, torture... He then saw Vector being slapped against the back of his head... by what seemed to be... a Terran. And if he hated anything more, it would've been the terrans at that moment. The race of pollution, war and hatred. Something snapped inside him. From the quiet, silent watcher he once was, he turned back into his raging form of how he was created.

Markior: "All troops!! Attack that city!!"

He roared in anger, setting the GanthritorII to a stop. He warped out of the vessel and stands on a dune, watching his forces...

First the fast Scouts and Corsairs attacked. The Corsairs shot their Disruption web over multiple guard towers, stopping their defences. While he saw this, he placed his hand on his forehead again, contacting Lich.

Markior: "Lich.. are you there?"
Lich: "Markior?? Markior is that you?! What's happening out there?!" He heard Lich's thoughts respond.
Markior: "Just relax, Lich. I'm getting you and Vector out of there..."
Lich: "No wait! First I must tell you... I have two friends in here that musn't be harmed. And one of the friends has a family here! Also, you cant attack this town, it's defenses guard against elemental magery and psionic!"

Markior rumbled in frustration.

Markior: "The we must resort to explosive damage. Do not worry. The moment we strike a hole, I'll order my forces to a stop and you can flee. Trust me."

He broke up the psychic link between his and Lich's mind, and roared. His black energies lit up as he made a hand gesture. With the disruption webs over the Guard towers, 5 Protoss Shuttles soared over the city. As they flew over, they dropped the massive robotic worms called Reavers inside the city. With incredible force, they began shooting their explosive Scarabs around them. The slave traders ran in panic, while mages tried to fight the Reavers off. The massive robots took the hits, and two were destroyed. But the explosions formed by the scarabs were too strong for the mages, as they simply vanquished when hit, their atoms disassembled throughout the sand. From the outside, three more Reavers attacked the wall. When it broke down, Markior saw Lich, Vecotr, a Koopa, and a terran and his family run outside, the terran looking around in terribly fright and panic. A slave trader followed them and threw a knife. The knife soared through the air silently and before Markior could respond, Lich got hit in the back, the knife cutting straight in his heart. His eyes fly open in panic and pain, as he trembled, standing there.

Markior: "NO!!! LICH!!!"
Vector: "Sh*t!!!"
Lich: "... H..help...."

Lich could only mutter before collapsing. Markior clenched his fists together in grit his teeth. He points his hands into the air as the appearing winds made his cape flutter horizontally around his neck. "RECALL!!" He yelled. The Reavers, Lich, Vector, the Koopa, and the terran and his family appeared next to him. He arches his back and roars loudly in unrivaled anger.

Markior: "I.. HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!!!!" He paused, looking at the group next to him. "TAKE CARE OF LICH, AND TAKE COVER!!"

He roared and arches his back, yelling loudly.. "DARK ARCHON FORM!!" His black energies turned from white to red, his white eyes from black to yellow. His shoulder shield shone brightly gold as his energies sizzled in power around him. His eyes lit up brightly as he saw the slaves flee out of the city. Once he senced no more agonized souls within the city, he warped in, the towers destroyed by the reavers. He looked around him as mages looked at him in awe before casting their spells on him. He looked around and laughed..

Dark Archon Markior: "FOOLS!! TODAY IS THE END OF SLAVERY!!"

He roared in anger as he put his disembodied claws up into the air, pure grey energy forming in his palms. He held them high, taking the hits of magery with slight whinces of pain, but ignoring it. He then roared as he twisted around, slamming his fists onto the ground.

Dark Archon Markior: "GREY TASSADAR ATTACK!!!"

The energies around his body turned from red to grey, and the light shining from his eyes shone brighter then ever. The mages and warriors looked at him in horror and made a futile attempt to save themself, trying to run away from the inevitable. With a loud roar, an image of the great Tassadar appeared around Markior, and the devastating Grey energy around his body expanded... First slowly, then in a loud burst fast, the giant bolt of Eternal Grey grew around him, consuming the city and it's inhabitants, followed by a loud explosion.

The group lay in the sand and covered their heads as the explosion's sound and impact soared over them. Prism jumped down from a shuttle and began aiding Lich before shrieking, ducking as well for the force of the blast. A large mushroom cloud appeared and the planet shook violantly, everyone at that time on the planet could sense a loud tremble, as a part of the planet could see the mushroom cloud forming. Markior, his fists still clenched on the ground, became silent. His roar faded away as he breathed heavily..

Around him was nothing more then a giant pit of sand, surrounded by even more sand. The buildings and it's inhabitants were completely whiped away. Markior slowly stood up and looked around him, regaining his normal form. He sighed as he realised he once again mass killed those that were evil, but still were living beings. He lowered his head and sighed again, still breathing heavily from the attack. With his mind wandering through the travelling souls of the slave traders, he suddenly focussed.

Markior: "Lich!!"

He swiftly made his way to the group where he found Prism aiding Lich, the knife still inside him as it would only get worse if it was pulled out. Lich's eyes were wide open, a drop of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Markior cursed at himself for not having responded sooner, and places his hand on Lich's head. He concentrated.. .
"Heal..." He whispered. Lich's body glowed with grey light, and the knife slowly slid out of his body, the wound closing up as if nothing happened. Markior closed his eyes tighter, as he concentrated harder, his energy draining with every single sparkle of life added into Lich.

Lich opened his eyes and coughed up some blood. He coughs loudly, the wound stopped bleeding, but was stil there. Markior sighed. "Prism, hand me the bandai--" He was cut off by a familiar voice. "No need, Markior.. I'll aid my love." There stood Dragon, a shuttle behind her. One zealot runned towards Markior and hid behind him, looking at Dragon. OO; "Get her away from me, Executor!!" Dragon giggled and took the bandaid, aiding Lich. Markior looked behind him and took a pink ribbon from the Zealot's head.

Markior: "When we get back in the Ganthritor, we gotta talk, Dragon.."
Zealot: "It-was-horrible!She-tried-to-make-me-a-pink-zealot-and-chewed-on-my-leg-and.."
Markior: "Shut up.."

Markior sighed and sadly floated towards his Carrier. The slaves, now freed, took the camels that fled from the city. Vector and Theutes were talking, Theutes' family were picked up in a shuttle. Lich regained senses and hugged Dragon, while Markior stepped inside the beam to be teleported up to the Ganthritor II, his hands behind his back, muttering...

Markior: "Markior, you really need to learn some self-control..."