I don't know much about Starcraft, since I normally just plaid online and the custom maps, never did finish the actual story. But i love the game (though I havn't plaied for like 8 monthes since I got civ 3

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Anyways, I will play as the Protoss Conclave....
Aiur
Holographic image gathered from a sattelite in orbit watching...
11:40 PM
Scounting the outer regions of the planet where civilization was rare, CPT. (I will use Human title's, for now cus I don't know the Protoss's) Mor'hol and his squadron of 10 zealots, 5 dragoons, and an observer which huddled by his shoulder made their way through the brush of the dense jungle. The humid climate readily created huge bogs of mist where they relied soley on the observer to project images to their headsets of what the terrain looked like. (oh ya, Mor'hol is a Dark Archon, without his psionic cloud encirling him yet). There had been reports of loud, un-protosss like screaming in this area by local tribesmen. The pathway that the protoss left was appalling that they would treat their world with such ways, it seemed that they didn't even deserve it. As they were walking, they began hearing the screaming, as if it were in the next brush. When Mor'hol spread the leaves, a huge, coc-roack looking bug jumped straight at his face "Ahh! Get it off, the slimy little bastard!!" Seeing as the rest of his crew back away, the captain tapped the little button at his side and the psionic energy flared up around him and burnt the huge bug to ashes. "What was this?" He asked his crew, but turned tos ee there faces with their jaws dropped. He turned around to see what they were seeing, which was a huge clearing, with in the middle a big, what looked like, bran in the middle of a purple surounding. Many of the same creature that had just attack the captain, many as in a few thousand, were runngin around, along with a couple hundred huge snake like creatures that stood upright. Suddenly, one of the bugs caught site of them standing in awe, and without a word spoken all the creatures stared at them. Without hesitation, the Captain ordered all his men to fortify for an attack. "Dragoons, mount and ready fire. FIRE!" Huge blue plasma balls jumped from the backs of the Dragoons, where a huge, flat mettle gun was placed. The plasma cracked a loud noise as it hit the ground, and exploded into liquid that burned only two of the small creatures up. Soon all the bugs were running towards the small squadron. "Prime directive, we need a airstrike at my coordinates NOW!", but the captain knew it wasn't going to get in time. Acid soon was pooring from the snake's mouth and onto the dragoons. the captain turned to his zealots and said plainly "Attack." The zealots threw down their hands and out came one sharp blade from each. When they ran to attack, there was no hope, the bugs engulfed them. The captain stayed behind the damaging dragoons, and saw one by one loose his shield, and began to spark electricity. Soon all that was left were piles of gold and iron metal. The captain, too, was quickly out of shield, and his psionic energy was not enough to save him now. His flame had burned for the last time.