Shadir stepped out of the shuttle, and onto Mar Saran soil.  The place had an odd feel to it, like walking through a graveyard. On the one hand, it was peaceful and tranquil, but on the other, it reeked of destruction, death, and ruin. The skeletons of buildings that had once been habitable, now stood as silent monoliths to a people that had been wiped out. "Before I was turned into this, I would have thought this destruction necessary to contain the zerg. But now....I'm not so sure this is any better a fate for this world. Is it because I'm part zerg now, or is it because I now understand what it means to be hunted and hated for being what I am? Bah, these are thoughts for another time. Pyre, which way to the secret base? This place is unsafe to be in for too long, we should hurry." As he was talking, his cloak began to twitch with what he could only guess was anticipation.