The War To End all Wars
By:Predator

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No air, little light, a total vacuum. Space was infinite; it�s farthest reaches beyond the exploring ability of any creature. It�s immensity brought many questions, and more answers. Like was far and beyond, differing from each planet to planet. But, even as the wasteland winds swirled, there was life. Whether from Aiur to Mar Sara, life thrived, evolved, changed and made anew. The apocalyptic capabilities of life were never thought of, never considered. As long as life thrived, nothing was wrong.

In life, there will always be a chain. Be it food or social, there is always a chain. The strong eat the weak, and the weak are driven out of existence. Soon, the strong become the weak as new life stands tall, ruling over all it sees. All are dominated by this new life, and its power in its circle is immeasurable. Every time, the chain eventually would start anew, with one form of life being wiped out, and another coming to prominence.

In a small section of the universe, life was in jeopardy; the very fabrics that kept the three races alive would be torn. In this small section of the universe, creatures of all walks would fall, and bloodshed would reap its hellish toll across the barren, torn worlds. In this small section of the universe, life would soon be separated into two definite, unchanging groups. The dead, and the alive.

Soon, three races would gear for the coming tides of war. Their mightiest and bravest to fall before the hands of their opponents. The spared would be few and far between, and those who were not spared, given eternal rest. Slowly, like the shadows of night, the tides of war began to claim the land, covering everything in its black cloud of fire and brimstone. Surely the innocent would pay for the crimes of the guilty, and the guilty would find that the innocent were vengeful indeed.

Only, if only that one could survive. That one may survive, to keep their effort from being a total loss. If one could stay from the black pit of extinction, and live on to see the next day�s sunrise. Surely this race would dominate, the war, and show all others that they would survive, and would never give up the fight. Yet, there is no dominating side in war, each side faces it�s own demons and perils. Each side faces the loss of compatriots and leaders. Each side would learn to know what it is to face certain death, to stare it in the eye and not to blink. Each side would know the joy of victory, and the bloody, humiliating pain of defeat. Each side would be plunged into the conflict that they never had anticipated before, the things that only their nightmares were made of.

As many have said, �War is Hell�, and surely they were right. But time teaches no race the horror of war. It comes back, like the ones who cause it, bringing hatred and chaos to all who encounter it. Perhaps those who would be fighting here, fighting for their civilizations, their families, their lives would learn the lesson taught my so many aeons of pain. But history repeats itself, does it not? And surely here, and in the future, as so many times in the past, history would repeat itself.


�En Taro Adun Tassadar.� �En Taro Adun my friend, How does the life of a Zealot treat you?� Fenix stood before the High Templar dressed in the Psi-suit that all Zealots wore into battle. �It is a hard life, the pursuit of the Khala is taxing to any warrior, but it is a life that suits us well. But we are ready, more ready than since the Strife. We are prepared for battle at your very word. If the Zerg are all that we think they are, we should prepare for the worst.�
Tassadar waved a silvery, three-fingered hand at his friend. �There is no need, at least for now. The Conclave has sent us with this fleet as our means of force, has it not? If we are forced to go to the surface and fight there, we are well prepared to do so without the loss of Protoss life.�
Fenix�s green eyes flashed, the sudden fury of the warrior flowing through him. �Would they dare to threaten Aiur? Could they possibly have the power to do so?�
�If they overstep their bounds, and threaten any of the Terran planets, we will deal with them as needed.�
�If the Terrans are in the way?�
Tassadar sighed, knowing what the conclave had ordered of him. �We shall see my friend. We shall see.�

�You useless piece of� Dammit you know you can do better than that so just friggin� DO IT!� Caius Xavier sat still, the voice of the drill sergeant ringing in his ears. Being a �Ghost� required the kind of physical and mental strength the grunts only dreamed about, and so you had to get used to being ridden like a pony. Anyways, being a Ghost was for the best of the best, to make those Terrans who were �gifted� useful members of the military.

The firing range was filled with explosions, gunfire, and the whistle of the mortar round that Alpha Company was firing off. Federal troops trained hard, even though the rebel threat was not as important as the propaganda made it seem.

Caius lifted his rifle, aimed, and fired again. �Goddammit Xavier! Get your ass in here! If you dare to screw up on my firing range again, I will put your head on my mantle, understand!?�
Sighing, Caius placed his rifle in its back holster, a sharp metallic click sounding as it locked into place. Turning back towards the barracks, he wondered how the hell he had gotten into this army anyway.

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