Khaydarin

Orange-and-white warship formations cruised through the vast depths of space. Swarms of drones surrounded the massive vessels like schools of silver fish shrouded in dazzling flashes, sometimes hovering motionlessly in place, sometimes darting in perfect formation in another direction.

These magnificent Purifier warships differed markedly from the Protoss Empire's traditional emphasis on elegance, extravagance, and meticulous craftsmanship. With their precisely cut construction, sleek, graceful lines, and sunlike solar arrays, they represented the pinnacle of automated forges and military-industrial assembly lines.

The Purifiers were works of art born for war. Their inborn purpose was a destruction called guardianship.

"The Purifier Protoss' detection methods are far more advanced than ours. When we spotted them, they must have spotted us as well." Captain Jackson Brown of the Behemoth Hunter stood across from Raynor and Tychus, watching his warship draw ever closer to the Purifier fleet ahead.

The bridge was filled with static from every channel. The crew appeared busy, but they still carried out their orders in an orderly fashion—the result of countless drills and real combat.

To the left of the Behemoth Hunter, the imposing prows of the Devoted Soul and the Super Nova were slowly emerging from warp transit. The Minotaur-class battlecruisers following behind them looked like half-grown children by comparison.

Compared to Protoss warships, Terran Empire vessels appeared much rougher. Yet their hulls possessed a unique sense of monumental power, carrying the weighty, awe-inspiring beauty of human heavy industry.

"Then why haven't their remotely controlled warships done anything yet?" Tychus stared for a while before wondering, "Could it be because the power's out and they've got no signal?"

His rank was too low, and his authority too limited. Even now, he had no idea what he had been brought here to do. But since they were already out here, whether