Prolog

Quadrant: RP Terra

Star system: Sol

Planet: Earth

Orbit: Aiur standard

Status: Cloaked

Two figurers walk of the bridge of the heavily modified mother ship: The Fallen One.

As they walked down the hallway, there graceful movement almost concealing there height difference, they started to talk.

"Is everything on schedule" the taller one said. His voice vibrating whit power, as his every step seemed to leave a ghost image that quickly fades away. The lights on his exotic golden armor glow a blue green glow and his smoldering red eyes hade all the weariness of someone who hasn't had a challenge for years, but still enjoyed the simple pleasures in life.

"Yes, my lord" the smaller one answered. A feminine voice that echo's in the mind whit a promise of power, as she take out her steps to keep up whit the taller one. The lights on her lab suit glowed a gentle white and her deep blue eyes beaming whit youthful curiosity.

"And the away teams?"

"Should come back any moment, sir."

As they stepped on to a turbo lift, the male looked over the female whit a pleased look in his eyes.

"You are sure, you won't reconsider" he said. "You could go far as a Templar."

"No, I have made my choice and I won't change it" she answered in an annoyed tone as the discussion continued.

They have had this discussion before. He would ask if she wouldn't become a Templar, and she would answer, no and that she liked her job in the laboratory. The discussions could go on for hours, debating pros and cons of both occupations. Truth to be told, it had become a game and it was obvious to everyone (but her) that he asked for more than just, professional reasons.

The high Templar sighed in defeat. They were walking down a hallway, taking a door to their right and stepping in to a dimly lit circular room.

In the middle of the room is a raised platform, the top surface is covered whit a glowing blue hexagonal grid split in to three sections, a ramp go's down from the platform to words the doors where three stretchers gently hovers. Around the platform are three sets of control panel's whit an operator each.

As they step in they see a man coming towards them. It was a man of medium height whit a craned back and mechanical limp to his right leg. Be sides the silhouette the only thing visible of the man was the white lights of his lab suit and his eyes glowing a sickly green, his right eye being diamond shaped.

"En taro Adun, Executor. I see you were kind enough to bring my assistant, or were you just trying to persuade her again." He greeted in Sion accent. (a/n akin to Switz accent on Earth)

"En taro Adun, doctor. I was doing a bit of both, but don't worry she still won't change her mind." He chuckled. "Have you found the specimens you were looking for?"

"Yes, the away team's shu…"

"First group, incoming." An operator called out, interrupting the doctor.

Three blue lights appeared over a segment of the platform. They grow; tock shape and three zealots appeared. One of them carrying a young girl, no more than fifteen.

"Ah, the first specimen." Said the doctor, while the zealot put her on the first hover stretcher. "A young adolescent female in her mid-teens. She comes from the island continent in the southern hemisphere. She should be easy to control."

Just then another operator call out the second group, as four lights appeared over another segment of the platform. As the group formed, you could see two of the zealots carrying a young dark skinned man, just older then the girl, between them.

"The second specimen is male, a bit older then the female but that is no problem. He comes from a big metropolis on the second, secondary continent. I believe they call it The Big Apple. He should only be marginally more difficult to control."

"Apple? Isn't that an Earth fruit?" The Executor asked, looking around the room. Everyone surged their shoulders.

The assistant looked over the boy, noting that he had well-toned mussels all over his body.

When the third group teleported in, the doctor got excited.

"Ah, my personal favorite." He said, as the zealots carried a man clearly older than the other two to the last stretcher.

"He's from the northern regions of the main continent. But that is not why he's interesting. He has a rare genetical disorder, having two core DNA sets, both male and female."

"Won't that interfere whit the experiments?" the Templar asked.

"No, but it will yield some interesting results." The doctor answered.

When they had laid the man on the last stretcher a group of workers came and tock the specimens to the lab led by the female assistant. The Executor call to the doctor to follow him and they walked to the Executors quarter.

When they entered the high Templar's room there was already someone waiting for them.

"Finely, I was beginning to think you'd for gotten me." A hollow female voice greeted them.

The doctor startled. "You dark Templars are all the same. Always creeping up on people."

"What do you mean? I have been waiting here for at list five minutes."

Now they saw where the voice was coming from, behind the work desk in a corner beside the great window, completely shrouded in darkness a pair of purple eyes as hollow as the voice starred at them. The Templar recovered and walked around the desk and sat down, motioning to the others to do the same. The doctor sat down but the dark Templar remained where she stood.

"You are sure you have found a way to raise an army strong enough to conquer the whole galaxy?" the high Templar asked.

"Yes" the doctor answered and pulled up a device from his pocket and put it on the desk.

The device activated and a hologram showed a larvae and a bunch of data stared scrolling to one side.

"This creature was found on the world of Zerus before the local star went super nova and destroyed the entire system. Thank fully specimens had already been collected before that." The doctor began.

"What is so special about some larvae?" the dark Templar asked in her hollow voice.

"My studies show that they are full of a great verity of DNA that should not be in such a low life form." He continued.

"You mean they can grow up to just about anything." The dark Templar stated.

"No, I believe they ones where a part of a greater whole that assimilated DNA of creatures as they went through the galaxy, guided by some higher intelligence. Then suddenly they were all but wiped out. The higher intelligence was killed and they turned on one and another."

"Ancient texts say, there was a galaxy wide war between the makers and a horde of monsters and there dark master." Said the high Templar. "You believe these larvae are descendants of these "monsters"?"

"No, I believe they were a part of the original horde." The doctor answered.

"WHAT?" both Templar looked surprised.

"They have an enzyme that can make new cells from dead and broken cells. They can literally live for ever and ever." The doctor stated in a matter of fact tone.

The Executor rose from his seat and turned to look out the window. As he looked out, he envisioned a great future, and said:

"If the experiments are a success and we can control these creatures, we'll control a force that drove the makers to the brink of extension. We'll be as living gods…" his eyes flared

"…We'll be Xel'naga."