StarCraft: The Dark Templar, Twilight On Sale Now
After the seeming defeat of the dark archon Ulrezaj on the protoss homeworld of Aiur, Jake and Rosemary become separated as they flee through the newly repaired warp gate. Rosemary finds herself with the other refugee protoss on Shakuras, while Jake is catapulted elsewhere. But Jake does not have long to live: their enemies are regrouping, and Zamara’s essence must be separated from Jake’s mind before time runs out.
Jake knows he must survive long enough for Zamara to pass on her vital secret. But which faction—Valerian, zerg, or the recovered and increasingly powerful Ulrezaj—will find them first? His only hope rests with the powerful and legendary Zeratul, but as Jake is about to learn…even a dark templar can have a crisis of faith.
These are the key topics you will learn after reading this book: (Instead of straight spoiling, I reveal the plots to look forward to)
1. We learn the present Hierarchy structure of the Protoss in Shakuras which consists of six members representing each of the Khala and Dark Templar tribes. Their interaction and rivalries when taking decisions.
2. Zeratul, Hierarch Artanis and Executor Selendis take active roles in certain moments of the plot.
3. We learn what Zeratul has been doing all this time after he killed Matriarch Razsagal and where.
4. Zeratul tells what he saw in the uncharted world and what Duran did there.
5. Zamara finally reveals what dire secret she has sacrificed everything to deliver to the Protoss—the truth about the Protoss, Zerg and the Xel’Naga are finally revealed. As consequence we learn exactly what the hybrid are and are not.
6. The culmination of what happened with the Xel’Naga temples in the book StarCraft: Shadows of the Xel’Naga, and StarCraft: The Dark Templar, book one: First Born comes to a half-conclusion—leaving a cliffhanger of where Zeratul is headed to off-panel. Next time we see him will be in StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty with his Tidings of Doom and we will get the answer of what happened off-panel after the book.
7. Valerian Mengsk will do something we never saw coming at the end of the book, and rises many questions about his role in StarCraft II.
8. The origin and past of the once young dark templar Ulrezaj is revealed, and how he learned to become the most powerful Dark Archon in history.
9. The Khala protoss have preservers to conserve the memories of all the protoss that have ever lived. The Dark Templar cut off their appendages to become individual and rejected the Khala. So … how do they substitute the preservers? Find out in TWILIGHT.
10. Adun’s true history is revealed. The lies are shredded away. Did Adun really die? Did Tassadar? Where has Adun been all along if he didn’t die? Will he return in StarCraft II? Find out in TWILIGHT. It is a shocking revelation that is going to thrill all true StarCraft lore fans.
11. The fate of Ulrezaj comes to a conclusion … or has it?
You better get this book asap. It’s HOT. Consider it a StarCraft II single player prologue.
We must go, Rosemary.
Rosemary Dahl’s head whipped up at Zamara’s voice speaking in her brain. She didn’t think she’d ever get truly comfortable with such a method of communication, but after the last several minutes, when she and the protoss inside Jake’s mind had worked together to repair the damaged warp gate, she was getting used to it. She fired one last time at the zerg, swarming far too close for comfort, even though their target was elsewhere, and let her gaze linger for just a second on the glowing darkness that was lumbering toward them.
They’d come here because of Zamara, the…spirit, Rosemary guessed was the best word, of a dead protoss preserver who housed every memory every protoss had ever had. And among those memories was something so important that Zamara had been determined to find a way to continue on after death—to share those memories with one Jacob Jefferson Ramsey, archaeologist, who was now possibly going to die because of those memories. Zamara had brought them here to locate a fragment of an extremely pure and powerful crystal, thinking to save Jake’s life with it.
All well and good, but they hadn’t counted on a lot of things. They hadn’t counted on finding two separate and determined protoss factions practically at war with one another. They hadn’t counted on Valerian Mengsk, son of Emperor Arcturus Mengsk and Rosemary’s employer-turned-hunter, tracking them here. They hadn’t counted on confronting Rosemary’s former lover Ethan Stewart, seemingly raised from the dead and horrifically modified by someone he referred to as the “queen,” leading a pack of zerg. And for sure they hadn’t counted on discovering that one of the protoss factions—the Forged—was being controlled by a monstrosity called a dark archon.
An entity comprised of seven of the deadliest assassins in the history of the dark templar, his name was Ulrezaj. Dark archons were an abomination to the Aiur protoss, and Rosemary had her own deeply personal grudge against the thing out there. The misguided followers of the monstrous being had dredged up the very worst parts of her, the parts she had thought she’d shed long ago. They had captured her and smeared some kind of drug they called “Sundrop” on her skin, and she’d toppled immediately back into the dark pit of addiction. Her eyes narrowed even now as she recalled what the drug had done to her.
She tore her mind from the memory and focused on the pleasant image in front of her. Attacked on three sides, he was stumbling now, the oh-so-mighty Ulrezaj, and her heart leaped to see it. More than anything she could recall wanting—well, wanting with a clear head at any rate—she wanted to see Ulrezaj die, fall beneath the chittering living carpet of zerg, the powerful onslaught of Valerian Mengsk’s Dominion vessels, and the stubborn attack of what few protoss remained on Aiur.
I sympathize with your desire, but the gate will soon close.
Rosemary whirled and headed for the gate at top speed. Right before she plunged into its swirling, misty center, she called over her shoulder, “Jake, come on!”
Beside her ran the last few protoss to escape Aiur. Those who stayed behind would die. She knew it, and they knew it, and they were content with their choice. As for the gate, Rosemary wasn’t sure what to expect. The ground seemed solid beneath her running feet the entire way, but darkness descended almost instantly. Rosemary clutched her rifle and slowed, unsure if she was through yet or not. The consistency of the earth seemed to change, become less firm, more like sand than hard-packed earth. It was still dark, but there was some source of light, dispersed and faint, like starlight. She could just start to make out the shapes of the protoss around her and—
The order that slammed into her brain was so intense that Rosemary gasped and stumbled, falling into one of the protoss who had also come to a stopbeside her. He caught her quickly and steadied her.
Information flooded her brain, a cacophony of mental shouting and explanations, and she bit back a gasp of pain. The protoss next to her squeezed her arm reassuringly. Good God, was this how it was all the time? Until this moment Rosemary hadn’t fully appreciated how much Zamara had shielded her—
”—from Aiur. There is one other who is still coming—“
—images of battle, of death, of Ulrezaj, of dead protoss lying in the chambers beneath the protoss homeland—
”—zerg and a dark archon—“
”—Sundrop, a despicable drug—“
Rosemary winced at the horror emanating from the protoss who surrounded the little band of refugees; she knew now that they were surrounded here, wherever “here” on Shakuras was.
“What were you thinking? Zerg? You’ll lead them here! Redirect, redirect and then shut it down!” Rosemary shoved her way through the press of protoss surrounding her; they were too tall and she couldn’t see these new protoss who were—
Clarity struck her like an armored fist as she suddenly made sense of the jumble of words and images with which her poor human, non-psionic brain was being bombarded. They were going to close the gate.
Which would leave Jake stranded on Aiur.
“No!” she shrieked. Rosemary lunged for the nearest protoss, seizing his arm. His head whipped around and he stared at her, and she got a hint of just how alien she must appear to these beings. Unlike the refugees who had just raced through the warp gate, these protoss were fit, healthy, and armed to the teeth—well, they would have been if they’d had any teeth. The templar she’d dared lay hands on freed himself easily and backhanded her, training his weapon on her as she fell hard on soft sand. The wind knocked out of her, she gasped inelegantly like a fish, staring up at a purple sky that was not quite day and not quite night, still instinctively and foolishly trying to form words when intellectually she knew that thoughts would do as well or better.
Bless them, the other protoss rallied. The one who’d caught her before—Vartanil, she thought his name was—now gently helped her to her feet, while the others shot streams of information to the guards of the warp gate.
“You must open the gates, if only briefly!” Vartanil was saying. “There is a terran male named Jacob Jefferson Ramsey still on Aiur. He houses within him one of the last preservers.”
The guard who’d struck Rosemary gazed coldly at Vartanil. “The hardships you have endured over the last four years must have damaged your mind, Vartanil.”
Rosemary wondered as breath finally came back to her how the guard had known Vartanil’s name. Oh yeah—that instant thought stuff. And even as that realization hit, she found that she knew the guards’ names as well. This bully, his skin dark gray and his face angular and dotted here and there with sharp, small hornlike protrusions, was Razturul. The other was Turavis.
“He’s right,” Rosemary said, “and it’s a hell of a long story. Zamara will tell you, but first you need to open this damned gate!”
She was astonished at how upset she was at the thought of Jake being stranded in Aiur. Or being taken by Valerian or Ethan or reduced to a little cloud of atoms by Ulrezaj. He didn’t deserve to wind up that way, not after all he’d been through. And whatever little mysteries Zamara had locked in her dead-butyet-still-living consciousness were obviously very important to the protoss.
Razturul’s eyes, glowing in the dim light of a twilight evening, narrowed as he regarded her. “It is true that you all tell the same story,” he acknowledged, obviously reluctantly.
“Yes, Razturul, but none of them can enter the Khala, so we cannot verify their claims in a place where there can be no deception,” said Turavis. His face was smoother than the bully’s, and his nerve cords, neatly pulled back and tied, hung down to his waist.
Razturul pointed at Vartanil. “This one claims that the protoss you have brought with you, terran, have been subjected to a drug called Sundrop.” His eyes widened slightly as, unbidden, Rosemary recollected the abject shame and self-loathing she’d endured while in the throes of that wretched drug. “Ah, you, too, claim to have been addicted.”
“No claim about it,” Rosemary muttered. She fought back her anger and fear. “Please,” she said, a word she did not often use. “My friend and the preserver he houses are in terrible danger. Just open the gate for a second.”
“It is too late,” Turavis said, compassion lacing his words. “But if it is any consolation, your friend has been redirected to another gate.”
Rosemary looked at him, uncomprehending.
“The warp gates are xel’naga technology, and they can be found on many worlds,” Turavis continued. “Any warp gate can open onto any other active gate. When we saw that there was a risk of invasion—by zerg, or the Dominion, or this dark archon—we redirected anyone who was already within the boundaries of the gate to another one. Jacob will have walked through the gate thinking to arrive on Shakuras, as you have, but instead will find himself in another place entirely.”
Rosemary gaped at him. “Oh, great. Can you tell which one?”
Razturul shook his head. “No. While it is not entirely random, there are still many possibilities. The redirection is designed so that if it is an enemy, they will not be sent anywhere that they could do harm to our people, but if it is one of our own, they will be able to survive.”
“Well, yeah, but in case you haven’t noticed, bud, I’m not a protoss. What about toxic atmospheres? What about predators? What about food? We humans can’t live on sunlight like you guys can.”
“You said he is with a preserver,” Razturul said, casting a slightly disapproving glance at Vartanil. “If this is true, then she will be able to program the gate to take them somewhere else, if where they are is inhospitable. Do not worry about him, Rosemary Dahl. I would think you should be more worried about yourself.”
“What—hey look, Pointy-face,” Rosemary snarled, drawing herself up to her full diminutive height. “Right about now my buddy is figuring out that he’s somewhere that’s not Shakuras, where he needs to be to get the preserver out of his head and save his damn life, and that he is someplace else all by himself with no clue about how to reach anybody who can help him. I think it highly appropriate that I worry about him, and oh, by the way, are you threatening me?”
Rosemary found herself surrounded by templar, both kinds, all with those weird energy blades pointed at her.
“It was not a threat; it was a warning,” Razturul said smoothly. “Come with us, Rosemary Dahl. We have no wish to hurt you, but you must be confined and interrogated.”
Her eyes widened slightly at the last word. She knew what that was code for where the Dominion was concerned, and she’d rather die right now, speared on a glowing blade of mental energy made physical, than be subjected to the impersonal and deliberate brain dismemberment that—
—images of a room, spartan but not devoid of comforts, and answering questions filled her mind.
“Oh,” she said, relaxing slightly. “That’s a bit better.”
She got a hint of something that might have been “barbaric.”
“My friends,” she said, gesturing to the protoss who had accompanied her. “What will happen to them?”
Turavis turned to regard the protoss who had escaped the carnage that was now the surface of Aiur. “They are brothers, to be welcomed home,” he said. “We will help them recover from the grip of this…Sundrop…and question them as well. Once they have shared their information, we would joyfully have them rejoin protoss society.”
She couldn’t help it. The thought, and what’s going to happen to me? was formed and was read.
“That remains to be seen,” said Turavis. “It will depend on what the executor decides.”
As Rosemary and the little group of refugees trudged through soft blue sand to a gleaming vessel that awaited them, Rosemary thought darkly that “executor” sounded a bit too much like “executioner” for her liking.
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