Who's Calling the Fleets

"Embrace the glory of battle!"

Filled with countless bloody clashes and desperate counterattacks fought on the brink of death, this encounter known as the Black Grass Raid had already lasted nine day-night cycles.

The zealot Teredal felt the rage-filled cries and sorrowful echoes of death in the Khala, which had long refused to subside. He knew that the final moment when his soul returned to the Khala was not far away.

On this planet called Tepperus, he and his brethren had been surrounded by a vast sea of Zerg. The Templar had suffered devastating casualties, and the Archon leading this expeditionary force had been gravely wounded.

Tepperus lay within the Koprulu Sector, quite far from Shakuras. It was neither a colonial world of the Protoss Empire nor the site of any outpost.

The Protoss Empire had discovered many such worlds across the Milky Way Galaxy, but had not interfered much, leaving them exactly as they were.

This sudden battle had begun with a distress signal sent from Tepperus, originating from a fleet that had been missing for a long time. But when the Protoss forces arrived to provide support, they found that the Zerg army lying in wait beneath the ground had long been expecting them.

And Tepperus was only a trap. This was a carefully orchestrated ambush. Protoss controlled by parasites had sent a false distress signal to Teredal's fleet, luring them willingly into the snare.

The ruler of this brood was a Cerebrate named Ossa. It had observed that, since the fall of Aiur and the decline of their people, the Protoss would never abandon their brethren so long as even a sliver of hope remained.

So Ossa exploited that.

"Don't move!" The speaker was a Dark Templar. Templar communicated through the Khala; only these Protoss warriors from