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Lens of the Void
Feranon turned his attention to the young Nerazim. The commander spoke softly. "Althai, we need to bring a second flux field projector online."
Before the reclining protoss could answer, the telepathic voice of the elder at his side rang out. "My pupil is not ready. He does not have the discipline to handle a second projector."
Feranon focused on the older protoss. "I understand that students usually have more time to learn how to manipulate the void ray's power, but we are in a difficult situation. There are enough ultralisks down there to rout our ground forces. We were commanded to eliminate them, but a single projector cannot break through their armor."
Theromos fairly growled his frustration. "Your second projector may give you what you need to destroy the zerg, but you run the risk of killing your crewman."
Althai interrupted before Feranon could respond. "Commander, activate the second projector. I will try to keep it under control."
Even though the dark templar were not a part of the Khala, Feranon could sense the trepidation in the words of the young Nerazim.
Theromos was quiet for a moment and then spoke. "I have warned you."
Feranon swiveled his chair to face forward.
"Bring a second flux field projector online. Keep the beam trained on that ultralisk."
The tone that vibrated through the ship changed pitch as a second arc of energy sprung up, merging with the first at the main crystal. Once again the ultralisk staggered, but then the beam began to liquefy its tough skin, and the zerg was torn apart, consumed from the inside out.
"Target the remaining ultralisks."
The beam fired, tearing through zerg flesh and bone. What had begun as an army, almost two dozen of the towering beasts, was quickly reduced to ash. The Purity of Form scoured the battlefield until the last ultralisk fell still, its body a smoking ruin.
"Shut down the beam," commanded Feranon.
The vibration that shook the Purity of Form subsided, and the bridge dimmed with the loss of the arcing energy's glare. Feranon turned to congratulate the young dark templar, but stopped at what he saw. Althai lay unmoving.
Theromos bowed his head over the still form. "You have your victory, Commander. It only cost you one of your crew. I will need a new student."
The bridge was quiet as the old dark templar strode from the room
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"I do not argue against the need to fight the zerg. But Althai was not ready. I had trained him only for a couple of weeks, and he had yet to demonstrate the discipline required to control the Void energies produced by this ship."
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"There are other void rays in the fleet. Other dark templar acting as Void lenses. They manage. You yourself could fulfill this role for a ship, but you refuse."
"Yes, there are many experienced dark templar, although few with the discipline to manipulate the great forces used by this unhealthy creation of our scientists. As for my reasons for refusing to handle the Void energies, they are my own. I will teach. It is enough. Now leave me to my meditations."
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"The Void is not like the Khala. It does not draw us together and connect us in a blanket of warm feelings. The Void certainly does not offer itself willingly. A dark templar stalks the Void and, through will and discipline, forces it to give up its power."
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Theromos continued. "The void ray is one of the first ships designed by the scientists of Aiur and Shakuras working together. It gathers the psionic energies of the Khala, focused through phase crystals, and combines them with the might of the Void. They meet in the prismatic core and then are amplified by the flux field projectors. The energies arc from the projectors to the main crystal, the source of the prismatic beam. However, while our brethren's technologies can align and contain the Khala's powers, taming the Void's potency requires a dark templar to focus and funnel it into a useful form. Without a disciplined Nerazim mind, the forces generated by the void ray will become too wild and cascade beyond control. You must be a lens of the Void. You will need a greater understanding of its nature than you have ever had before, but if you wish to follow this path, I will lead you."
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Sharas stood and bowed her head. At first Theromos saw no change, but then he noticed the moving shadows in the room beginning to take on a different rhythm, independent of the glowing reflections from the core. These umbras coiled, connecting to form a ring around Sharas. Cloudy tentacles flowed up from the floor and began to wind their way around her legs and arms, radiating from them like filaments of mist. Sharas brought one hand up, and the tendrils merged around her body, mimicking her movements. The hypnotizing dance ceased when the young Nerazim took a step backward. The Void swallowed her as if she had slipped into a cloak held behind her, the dark ceasing to be a mere absence of light and becoming a physical thing that enveloped and hid the dark templar from Theromos's eyes.
But the elderly protoss didn't use just his eyes. He waited in his seat, only lifting his hand at the last moment to catch Sharas attempting to tap him on the shoulder.
"Excellent, student. Control, subtlety, improvisation—these are but a few of the virtues of a well-trained dark templar. We must work on your discipline and your will."
Theromos released Sharas's hand, and she returned to her seat in front of him.
"I did not think you would sense me."
Her teacher nodded. "It was not easy, but when one has looked upon the Void itself, many things that are usually hidden become clear. Still, if you had been patient and had a stronger hold on the Void energies, you might have eluded even me."
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"Void lens Sharas, we need to bring up the second flux field projector, or we must flee. Can you handle the added power?"
Before the student could answer, the teacher intervened. "You cannot keep doing this, Commander. You put my pupils in danger by rushing them to use this much Void energy so soon. Look at what happened to Althai."
Feranon tried to contain his annoyance. "I would not ask her to take such risks if others were not being threatened. When the zerg larvae below us hatch, they will attack not only this ship, but also our advancing warriors."
"Or it could be that the second projector will not be enough, and you will put Sharas's life in peril for naught," Theromos snapped back.
This was too much. Feranon shouted, "Elder Theromos, I am the commander, and I will judge the hazards and answer for the consequences!"
Before the ancient dark templar could reply, Sharas spoke, her telepathic voice sharp with anger. "Enough! Teacher, I appreciate your concern, but I believe I am ready. Commander, deploy the second projector. I will do what is needed."
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"You did very well today. I expected you to have more trouble handling the power of two projectors, but you rose to the challenge. However, do not think that this makes you a master. Few dark templar can control the full might of the void ray's weapon. Some have even died, their minds unable to focus the Void's raw energies."
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Theromos shook his head. "You took control of the Void energies through your anger. I could see your fear fueling the strength you needed to keep them within your grasp. This will work for a while, but eventually your passion will falter."
Theromos inspected his student. "Let us try another exercise. Create a stream of Void energy between your hands."
Sharas brought up her arms, holding them apart at shoulder width. As she concentrated, wisps of shadow curled around the fingers of her left hand until the bunching threads reached a critical mass and leapt. The dark tendril flowed between her palms, left to right, appearing on one side and then dissipating on the other.
Theromos nodded. "Good. Now break it into smaller strands and weave them together like a rope."
Sharas's brow furrowed. The dark cord of energy split into a number of narrower tendrils, and after a moment, they pulsed in sync. The new band was wider than before, and individual strands moved in a braided stream.
"Adequate. Hold that in your mind. The rope is strong; it will not break, because your focus sustains it."
The braid tightened, the energy flowing more quickly from one hand to the other.
"Now, reverse the flow. Draw the energies from your right hand and dissipate them on your left."
Sharas struggled to comply. The threads slowly loosened. The motion of the energy stopped and reversed, but the movement was uneven and streams began to unravel.
Theromos pointed to her hands. "No, you must…" He broke off as understanding flashed across the young protoss's face. Immediately the rope tightened and the energy flowed more evenly. If anything, the stream was stronger than ever.
"Excellent." There was respect in Theromos's tone.
Sharas's skin flushed in pride as she let go of the Void and the tendrils disappeared.
"Once again, student, you show your ability to leap to understanding. I expected you to take much longer to grasp these concepts, but you have mastered them as quickly as any student I have known. I caution you, however. Sometimes this leap will be of help, but often epiphany will escape you. If you do not have discipline and will to fall back upon, the Void shall consume you."
The room was quiet as Theromos's student thought about the lesson.
Finally, Sharas spoke up. "If handling this much power is perilous, should we not have two dark templar manage the energies in tandem?"
"That creates its own dangers." Now Theromos looked uncomfortable.
He stood and turned to face the far wall. "I have not talked of this in centuries. But you remind me so much of her."
Theromos collected himself and then continued. "When I was young, the Nerazim were still experimenting with the Void energies, still discovering the various paths to their use and their hidden secrets. I spent many years deep in meditation, following the currents of the Void. But I was not alone.
"Naraza and I were close friends throughout our training; we even passed our Shadow Walks on the same day. She was my complete opposite. Where I plodded, she flew; where I was methodical, she was mercurial. She found her power instinctively, jumping ahead to the answer. In those days, we Nerazim were particularly independent, preferring solitary work and study, but Naraza and I complemented each other well. Together we accomplished much more than we could have individually. My studies were the rock to which she could anchor herself as she cast her mind farther into the Void.
"However, our investigations took us into dangerous territory. We discovered techniques that suggested we could merge to create a dark archon, one that could survive far beyond the usual brief lifespan. Back then, forming dark archons was forbidden due to the great forces they wielded. But we Nerazim have never shied away from breaking rules. Naraza became obsessed, pushing us to develop these techniques. Finally, she laid plans to enact the transformation ritual.
"I followed, inspired by her brilliance, hoping to solve any problems through logic and dedication, but in the end I failed her. As we began the ritual, I found I could not complete it. I was filled with the fear of losing myself or, worse yet, destroying us both. I tried to help Naraza recover, aborting the ritual, but in a fit of pique, she continued on. She would not let my pace slow her down. She reached for far more power than she could control, and it consumed her. In my grief and disappointment, I swore I would no longer embrace the Void energies and instead would teach others to handle them safely."
There was silence as Sharas digested Theromos's story.
It was Sharas who spoke first. "I do not believe you failed her, teacher. I think she failed you."
"It does not matter. She died and I could not save her. But I can teach you to avoid her folly."
Again, the room was quiet. The flickering reflections of the prismatic core swam across the walls in slow waves.
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"We need to bring the third flux field projector online. I understand the danger, but it is the only way we can save the base. Without the extra power, we will not stop the zerg from consuming the nexus. All of our gains during the last offensive will be for nothing." Theromos didn't answer; he merely looked at Sharas. Sharas, brow furrowed in concentration, nodded tersely.
Feranon shouted out his command. "Bring up the third flux field projector!"
Everyone immediately felt the results. The tone that filled the ship changed to an even higher note, one that vibrated throughout the crew's bodies. The beam tore forth, devouring brood lords whole. What armor they had didn't slow their deaths as the void ray's weapon converted beast after beast into flaming debris.
Suddenly the beam began to stutter. A plaintive whine accompanied the ship's vibration. A shriek from behind him caused Feranon to swivel his chair.
Sharas no longer relaxed on her couch but writhed in pain. Dark purple tendrils of energy arced between the cables and her head, racing over the length of her body.
Theromos leaned over Sharas and shouted, "Hold the power; guide it with your will! You must control it, or it will consume you."
Feranon saw her attempt to relax, but a new torrent of what looked like concentrated shadows flowed around her, filled with bright flashes of lightning, and she screamed once more.
"I cannot hold it! It evades my grasp. Please, teacher, help me."
Theromos turned to Feranon, but the commander shook his head. "We need the beam until the attacking force is destroyed. Hold on."
Theromos returned his attention to his student and decisively placed his hands on her head. Immediately the writhing energy engulfed him as well. But where it touched Theromos, it followed a statelier pattern. The tendrils cascaded around and between the two dark templar, pulsing in measured swells, all in rhythm. The thundering tone of the prismatic beam steadied.
Feranon heard a crew member report, "All targets destroyed, Commander."
He swiveled forward at the announcement. "Quickly, shut off the projectors."
The lack of noise from the beam was a relief. But the bridge wasn't silent. A strange tone came from the focusing couch, and when the commander looked, he saw why.
Sharas had reached up to grasp Theromos's shoulder, their gazes locked together. The tendrils of shadow still played over teacher and student, but now the Void energies began to brighten. The Nerazim's eyes glowed more strongly, and wisps of red fire raced across their limbs.
Theromos yelled, "Resist! I know the power is upon us. I know the draw of the Void and the oblivion it promises, but you must resist."
Sharas shouted back, her psionic voice tinged with a deep new note. "The Void calls to me! It calls to us. We could become so much more. Together we could become one with the vast energies of the Void."
Theromos shook his head, trying to break the connection that was forming between the two dark templar. "And we would be lost. You would be lost. Let it go. Return to your merely physical form and be content."
His words must have had some effect upon Sharas, because slowly the tendrils dissipated and the shadows faded.
Soon only two exhausted Nerazim remained.