<strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br/><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br/><br/>A moment of irony. As he entered the ruined city through the massive broken gates, he remembered how long ago it was since he last rushed through in the opposite direction, dodging bullets and grenades exploding about him. Just further down the road, across a multitude of other buildings and debris, was the dilapidated main space port. A long time ago, this was the zone where the mass evacuation of Mar Saran civilians took place. Just below the tons of broken steel and concrete was the permanently closed main entrance into the secret research base, where he was reborn and held captive. He had no fear of being discovered by the Terrans here, for the massed amounts of radiation, desolation and high density of material in the area kept the Terrans away from the places where he rested among the buildings. Their radar and psionic powers could not function well here, for an odd reason, making it ideal for him to be able to hide and recuperate where eve he wanted. Plus, he could enter most places where Terrans could not follow.<br/><br/>He was never here by any order during the conflict. He was elsewhere when the invasion of Mar Sara commenced, but he recognized its look and feel from his link with the Swarm ages ago. How they rejoiced over the conquest of the world. If the Protoss had not come, it would be another planet under Zerg control, one more to the conquest of the known universe, one more to the path of eternal perfection.<br/><br/>Unwittingly, he sent out a psionic signal in the form of a fragment of a memory through his reminiscing. A piece of memory from the old Swarm in ages past, specifically dated down to the time of the Terran exodus from the surface. Visions both on the ground and in the air. Visions through the eyes of zerglings, hydralisks, mutalisks and other variants of Zerg strains, tearing at hapless civilians and overrunning the entire colony through massed force. Blood, flashes, gunshots, shouts, screams, sounds of intense warfare, mixed together in a surreal slideshow within the mind. At the end of the memory, from a hydralisk watching the last Terran transport leave, a brilliant flash of light. A blue beam of energy resonating from the sky, bursting downward to the ground, followed by the feeling of intense burning and numbness.<br/><br/>The signal burst then ended. Anyone within a 20m range could be able to see, hear and feel this memory in a garbled mess of visions due to the unknown disruptions from below ground.