In a random part of the sector, two opposing fleets were facing each other.

The zerg fleet was on one side. Consisting of twenty leviathans, hundreds of corruptors, and tens of thousands of mutalisks, the zerg fleet clouded the space like a large piece of stain on a piece of white paper.

On the other end stood the protoss fleet, what was left of the three hundreds carriers sent after the leviathans was present. Despite suffering several losses there was still plenty of ships left. Phoenixes and scouts dotted around the carriers. Motherships towered over smaller vessels. Void rays were positioned in front of the carriers. Tempests and carriers were at the very back so they could do the most amount of damage before they were destroyed. The protoss fleet was menacing.

And yet neither side opened fire. The protoss were waiting for the reinforcements from Shakurus, and the zerg, well, the zerg were receiving an interesting visitor.

Jean had been in her chamber for days. Ever since she showed her strength on the protoss outpost she had been kept here. Jean knew what was going on. Kerrigan had been victorious, and she had realized she no longer needed Jean. Kerrigan didn’t really need allies, and the plan Jean gave her was working perfectly. Jean didn’t know Kerrigan altered her plan and, instead of patiently harassing and stalling until the protoss fleet was weakened enough, ambushed and destroyed two protoss groups and 20 carriers. Not only so, perhaps excited by the victory Kerrigan decided to fight the protoss fleet headon. Jean’s perfect plan was torn apart.

Despite the lack of knowledge Jean wasn’t concerned. She had more than one trick up her sleeves. That was why she was comfortable sitting in her chamber for day doing nothing but meditating.

Meanwhile, a specialized Nerazim ship approached the main leviathan. It was detected instantly by the web of overseers Kerrigan expertly positioned around her fleet.

And yet Kerrigan did nothing.

The Void Seeker stopped right next to the leviathan. The pilot of the ship blinked and entered the leviathan. Strangely, despite noticing the intruder, there were no zerg units to intercept.

Zeratul took a few steps forward when he heard a voice in his head.

“What do you want, Zeratul?”

“The Golden Armada is not your enemy, Kerrigan. The swarm have been at peace with the Daeleem for years.”

“Things have changed. Now I have a way to destroy the Golden Armada. Your people will burn.”

“You have killed many of my people, but I am not here for you.” Zeratul said solemnly. “I am here for the girl you took. Jean Turner. She is the one that sparked the war between the swarm and the Golden Armada, is she not?”

“She is.” Kerrigan sold Jean without a second thought.

Zeratul was suspicious. “Why are you telling me this?” The queen of blades was oddly friendly. Not only that she allowed Zeratul aboard her leviathan it appeared like she intended on allowing Zeratul to continue his mission.

“Well, let’s say I don’t feel comfortable with a backstabber around me.” Kerrigan replied casually. “Don’t worry. If I mean any harm to you I would’ve opened fire on your ship the second you approached.”

“And you didn’t kill Jean yourself because…”

“You’re asking too many questions.” Kerrigan replied harshly.

Zeratul groaned, but nonetheless he stayed on course. He used his own psi energy to search for his target as he walked down the hall of the leviathan.

Jean opened her eyes as she sensed a foreign, protoss figure moving down the hall. She also sensed the zerg units backing off, giving a way and allowing the obviously hostile protoss figure to pass safely. The figure was searching every room he came across.

Well, now that Kerrigan’s opinion was clear, Jean knew she might need to leave this ship. She got what she came for. She was mutated and evolved. The Golden Armada was stuck in a war with the swarm. Her plan was working.

Wasting no time, she stood up and walked to the door. A group of zerg elite units were guarding the door. They hadn’t left their post since Jean was demanded to stay in her chamber. A queen of leading the units. She looked at Jean suspiciously as she walked out.

“Jean, the queen of blades ordered you to…” The queen didn’t finish her sentence as Jean’s right hand mutated into a bone blade, a blade in which Jean used to stab the queen in the neck.

The other units, hydralisks and zerglings, were about to move forward, but Jean emitted a powerful psi signal into their minds. The zerg units halted, controlled by Jean’s psi energy. Jean might not be as strong as Kerrigan, but she could override the control of Kerrigan on a few units with a planned assault. This was also partly because she was zerg and her psi energy gave off zerg vibes. If she were a protoss she could never force the zerg units to obey.

Horizontally pulling her bone blade out of the neck of the queen, Jean watched as the giant head of the beast fell on the ground. Its carapace shattered under Jean’s enhanced muscles.

That was when a certain dark templar walked around the corner and saw Jean.

“What have you done?” Zeratul asked furiously as he turned off his cloaking mode to confront Jean. Frankly speaking Jean found this conversation pointless and stupid. If she were Zeratul she would just attack without asking any questions at all. Assassins should strike with all the secrecy in the world, and yet Zeratul exited cloaking mode to have a conversation with her.

“I did what you told me. I stopped Amon’s rise to power.” Jean replied casually.

“By killing my people?” Zeratul replied angrily.

“I know for sure one day the Daeleem will become slaves of Amon. I am making sure they will never aid the dark god.”

“By slaughtering them? You could’ve prevented them from being controlled by Amon. You could’ve warned the Daleem leadership. You could’ve taken precautions, and yet you chose the path of war.”

“I chose the safest path. Dead protoss can never be corrupted by Amon.”

Zeratul shook his head with disbelief. “I never should’ve came to you. And now because of my action countless more of my brethrens will die.”

“It’s not like this is the first time your action caused your people to suffer. Remember Aiur? You’re the reason the protoss is now hiding on Shakurus.” Jean provoked Zeratul like she was a bitch that enjoyed the suffering of others. In reality she merely wanted Zeratul to grow emotional. An emotional assassin was much easier to kill than a cold calculating one.

“My burdens weigh heavily,” Zeratul signed before igniting his green blade. “and yet I will be redeemed.”