Kelnari Weary

“Those things those…Zerg. Do you know how many are out there?”

Kelnari turned to the female in—to her anyway—a very bulky suit. These humans seemed to have to bulk themselves up to ridiculous proportions in order to be semi-effective fighters. Kelnari wondered how she managed to move in the thing. In her estimation there was no grace in fighting afforded to these creatures.

With a brief brush into her mind she saw she called herself Teia, but with a confusing mesh of a last name. She did not understand their practice of last names, a being had a name and what did one need another for? These warriors also had the habit of calling each other by said last name, when that was not what they called their’ given’ name. It was beyond confusing.

In any event this human was one of those who were merely uncertain about her, and to Kelnari’s amused satisfaction, worried about offending her.

:I am uncertain as to their total number, but my people estimate their number in the billions…and you are correct my hrmmm etiquette has been lacking. I am Kelnari of the Sargas Tribe, Templar Caste. My ‘race’ as you say, calls itself the Protoss:

“BILLIONS?” Teia looked shocked and slightly white at the thought. The rest of the people, those not preoccupied with saving the young male humans life, looked equally as dismayed. Even the doctor looked a bit worried. However—

“Ze Protoss?” he asked, looking like one of the Conclave who had gotten a choice bit of information about a rival. It had been a quiet statement, mostly to his self. He looked nearly the most pleased she had ever seen him.

‘Queen…’ she thought to herself and turned her attention back to the others, they were asking more questions.

“Is there anything worse than… whatever those were?” Teia asked. She seemed to have become the spoke person for this group, at least when it came to talking to her.

:Much worse. They were merely first wave troops. They have flying creatures that can actually attack, unlike what we saw today. Those flying beings merely transport their fellow brethren. There are other land based creatures that are truly monstrous, and would make those today look small by comparison. Thankfully they are relatively rare:

The cabin went quiet for a minute, then the man who had flamed the door asked, "Do you have names for sese creaturrres? Seirrr types I mean.”

:We do, though they are not vocally easy to say. The hmmm ‘hell crickets’ are most easily translated to Zergling. The bladed ones are… do you have a name for a creature of many deaths? Many multiplying?”

Nothing was immediately forthcoming until, “There was the hydra in ancient Earth mythology. You chopped off one head and two more came back.” Caden called from the cockpit.

:Yes. Hydra…lisk would be a close translation then.”

“And ze flying ones?” asked Ordentlicher.

Kelnari glared at him, but deigned to answer. :The flying creatures are… a kind of overseer, making sure they do the will of the Zerg whole. They are near useless except in the capacity of sighting invisible things and, as you saw, transportation.:

“Offerlord zen,” stated Ordentlicher. “Lords are useless.”

There might have been more questions but Caden spoke over the com, “We’re approaching Mar Sara City, prepare yourselves for landing.” Kelnari could feel the ship slowing down, and wondered how exactly she was going to get off this ship without getting shot at.