Author’s Note:  This is fan-fiction.  I have had some ideas about this for a while and finally got a bit of time to put them down.  This is what I would do if I were writing the story for Starcraft 2.  I am only going to post the preface right now.  Let me know what you think and give me tips for improving if you hate it.

Starcraft 2 – Preface – Forgotten Destiny

“The Emperor has approved the Council’s decision Jun’ai.  The debate is over.”

This was a fatal mistake.  Why was the Council so blind!  Jun’ai took a moment and chose his words very carefully.  The destiny of his race and likely his life hinged on what he said next.  “I beg the Emperor’s and the Council’s forgiveness but I must speak.  Our enemies are presently at war with each other.  To attack now would give them cause to unite against a common threat.  Are we not better off either waiting for their war to end?  The loser will be all but destroyed and the winner will be significantly weakened by the conflict.”

“Unlike you, Jun’ai the Council does not doubt our supremacy.  The Dimotar will crush their combined forces like insects.  Your words tread dangerously close to heresy.”

Jun’ai made a barely successful effort to keep the fear out of his voice.  There was no turning back now.  “Councilor Ignar’um I do not doubt our ultimate victory.”  That was a lie.  The Dimotar were not yet powerful enough.  They could not handle the combined forces of their enemies.  The way things stood now the Zerg alone would be a tough opponent.  Also the recent alliance between the Protoss and Terran made them quite formidable.  The union had given them substantial manpower, and the new weapons they had co-developed were quite deadly.  Still, his desire to live made the lie necessary.  Jun’ai took a deep breath before continuing.  “I only question how costly that victory will be.”  He paused a moment for maximum effect.  “With another year of work I can triple the strength of I can triple the strength of the Dimotar And upgrade their control mechanisms to prevent us from losing control of them as we did with the Protoss and Zerg.”  He, of course, did not voice that last part of his thoughts.  “The war between the Alliance and the Zerg will not last longer than that.  Our enemies will be weak and facing a force three times stronger than one that can defeat them now.  We have waited 10,000 years to fulfill our destiny.  One more is insignificant.”

Emperor Ada’etlan suddenly broke his silence and the Councilors assumed his previous state just as quickly.  “Jun’ai, out of respect for the marvelous engineering work you have done on the Dimotar we shall hold a referendum to address your concerns.  If you can make such an impressive improvement in so short a time then a small delay would in…”

“My Lord, I must protest.  To delay even…”

Though he showed no outward sign of it, the emperor was intensely angered by the interruption.  He motioned to one of his guards who, without a thought, pulled out his weapon and disintegrated the unfortunate Ignar’um.  The Emperor continued as if he had just ordered dinner. 

“…would indeed be prudent.  Another year to tighten the grip we are soon to have on the galaxy is time well spent.”

Ada’etlan’s eyes shifted to the spot where Ignar’um once stood.  “If we are to regain the glory we once had, we have no use for ancient Councilors who use the dogma that we employ to control the masses as an excuse to hide from the truth and dispose of those whose superior capabilities threaten their position.  Jun’ai, son of Bril’art I invite you to join the Council of the Xel’Naga.  You will be advising me in the fields of Engineering and Technology and will work very closely with Marinte, my war Councilor.  Your first assignment is to deliver to me the most efficient way to exterminate the Terran, Zerg, and Protoss races.”

Councilor Jun’ai, full of pride, set his substantial brainpower to the task at hand.  Upgrading the Dimotar was only the beginning.