That morning, when the marines had just been eating there daily breakfast, there had been a raid. Hundreds of zerglings swarmed through their base, destroying all in there path. Col. Gelsh had hidden in a pantry and locked it up. He had frozen in fear, and when others, even his general, cried to be let in, he just stood there. He felt sick with himself.

What would he do now, nowhere to go, enough food to last him, but until what, when? Col. Gelsh might as well of let himself be killed ,rather then rot away here in in his own guilt.

But then a dropship came pouring down from the sky. Col. Gelsh raise with hope. A fat old man with a scrungy white beard came out. He was followed by a..a…something he had never seen before.

“Hello?” He called out.
“Yes, yes, we see you, it is you we have come to get.” Replied the olf fat man.
As they came closer, Col. Gelsh shook in fear at the eight foot tall warrior, and he now realized him to a Protoss.
“I see you are the only one to escape, you must be a very smart lad, eh?” The fat human said. Feeling guilty, Col. Gelsh only shrugged. The human continued, “We have need for someone as smart as you, you and this Protoss warrior, named Atrenix, are to travel the space and document battles. These battles can later be used to teach young commanders.”

Col. Gelsh saw himself a chance to redeem himself and quickly accepted.
“Indeed, it is a good idea, I’m sure this warrior can add to my report a bit, with his strategic knowledge, a good team we will be. Now off to find us a battle, shall we leave?”

And off they went, to a star system named NoHunters. Soon they would be watching battles of generals and commenting on the strategic moves.