Shadow Hunters (12 page)

“Please continue, Ladranix. What happened after the gate was shut down?”

The protoss leader inclined his head. “We scattered when the gate closed. Even the most rigorously trained among us knew a dreadful sense of abandonment when we realized that we had been left behind. Although we understood the reasoning—we few were the sacrifice to keep the others alive—it stil hit hard. Most of the templar fel while distracting the zerg as the others fled.”

“Wait—what’s a templar?” Rosemary was confused.

Ladranix turned to her and gazed at her for a long moment. This was a private conversation between them, so Jake had no idea what was being said. But in a few seconds Rosemary nodded. “I see. A caste system. Seems a little—I don’t know—

intolerant for a society in which al are supposedly equal.”

Jake realized that Ladranix was giving R. M. only the basics. The protoss was respecting her boundaries, conveying only words in his thoughts, not feelings.

“It’s not as intolerant as it might sound, Rosemary,” Jake piped up. “Protoss aren’t quite like us. As I told you, before the Khala, they were separated into tribes. Each tribe had a definite proclivity, a—a strength, a
feel
to it. When the protoss turned to the Khala, the tribes fit pretty easily into three separate categories. But no one caste is better than the others.”

Zamara sent an affirmative.
The caste system was originally created to better
utilize the abilities of the whole, yes. To take our different strengths and use
them to unite us rather than divide us. And for a thousand years it stayed thus.

But even among the protoss, even in a place where we are so tightly bound to
one another in an intimacy you are just beginning to glimpse, there are those
who aspire to better only themselves. We are not angels or gods, Jake. We are
just beings like yourself.

… Hardly.

Zamara chuckled.

“The templar are the warriors,” Ladranix explained. “Our job is to protect our people, defend them, give our lives for them if necessary. We are trained from earliest youth to harness fear, to make it work for us. For of course, we do feel it. Al thinking, feeling beings do. But protecting the Conclave and their wisdom, and the khalai and their skils and talents—that is what we do. And on those long, dark days, that is what we did.

“More than the few of us you see here were stranded on Aiur that day. There were thousands. Hundreds of thousands. I am proud to say that the majority of those who died were templar, fighting to the death to save the others. The drawback is that now, while we face death every day stil, most of those who are left alive are khalai. There are few trained warriors to defend them now.”

“No judicators?” Jake asked.

“Not here, not among the Shel’na Kryhas.”

The term was apparently untranslatable, for Jake saw his confused expression mirrored on Rosemary’s face. Ladranix chuckled and sent an image: stoic, resolute, weathering what wil come.

“Those Who Endure,” Jake said quietly. Ladranix nodded.

“Yes. The words are but the crudest comprehension of what we are, but they wil have to do.”

Rosemary snorted.

“Those first few days, it was simple, pure survival. Protoss fled, alone, in pairs, or in smal family groups. They found shelter if they could, and died if they could not. Much of the rain forests had been destroyed, as were our once-beautiful cities. I fuly expected death to find al of us shortly, for I did not understand what had happened to the zerg. It is a blessing that the zerg never regained the unified intensity they had while under the Overmind’s control. Even so, they slay us when they find us, and they obviously felt it was necessary to investigate your ship when you were about to land.

But whereas they were once single-minded of purpose to hunt us down and slaughter us, now that has changed. Perhaps they are merely waiting for us to feel a certain sense of safety before they decide upon our extinction.

“Whatever the zerg’s plans—if there is indeed anything so complex as to be caled such—it has given us time. Time to find each other again. Time to return to our poor, blasted cities and do what we can to make them homes. Time to find weapons with which to fight these abominable creatures, and to craft new weapons. I would not go so far as to say the Shel’na Kryhas are creating a new society here on the remnants of our world, but we are doing what we can. And now, we have a preserver among us. We are grateful to you for bringing her to us.”

“I am no savior, Ladranix,” and Jake saw Rosemary’s china blue eyes widen slightly as she felt Zamara’s mind touch hers. “I cannot stay to help you overlong. I have a mission of dire importance to the survival of our people.”

“You are stil wiser than any of us, for you have the memories of al who have gone before.” Ladranix’s mental words were tinted with awe. “We are grateful for anything you can do for us.”

Something was bothering Jake, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. There was something that was being left unsaid, unshared.

“I cannot help until I know al,” said Zamara. She, too, had been sensing something amiss.

Protoss didn’t breathe, at least not the way humans did, but Jake got the distinct impression of a heavy sigh as Ladranix spoke.

“We are the Shel’na Kryhas. We are Those Who Endure. We have gravitated back to what remains of our best and most noble creations, our cities. We have stayed true to the protoss ideals. We understand why we were left, and feel confident that when it is once again safe for our brethren to return to Aiur to retrieve us, they wil. We rely as much if not more upon the Khala as ever, and the bond that unites us al. Not …

al of those who were left behind that day feel the way we do.”

Ladranix hesitated. “May I … show this? The teling … it is a hard thing to convey with just words.”

“I do not think that is best,” said Zamara, unexpectedly. Jake focused his thoughts toward her.

Zamara, why not? It’s exactly what you have been doing to me with the
memories of Temlaa and Vetraas this whole time!

Yes, she replied, keeping her thoughts for his mind alone.
And I am giving you that
which I believe you need to understand in order for me to carry out my mission.

Nothing more and nothing less. Words are easier for your brain to manage. I
see no point in taxing you or, indeed, Rosemary further than is absolutely
necessary from that perspective.

The headache was coming back, no doubt due to Jake’s sudden surge of exasperation.
Look, you picked me, I didn’t sign up for this. And I think that all
things considered I’ve been a damn good sport about it all.

You have indeed, Jacob. Better than I dared hope the first time my mind met
yours.

And whether I like it or not I’m going to be the next preserver. So I’d better get
used to having my mind stretched in this way, hadn’t I?

When she did not reply, Jake took it as a yes and said, “If it’s al right with Rosemary, I’d be okay with your showing us.” He glanced over at his traveling companion. She looked wary, but finaly nodded.

“Yeah, you can do it if you have to. But no prying into my thoughts. I hate that.”

Ladranix inclined his head. Almost immediately Jake felt a chil that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the protoss he beheld in his mind’s eye. They did not look any different from the ones he now sat with in the physical reality. But … they
felt
different.

They shared the same worry, the same fear, the same anger as the Shel’na Kryhas.

However, instead of gathering strength from adversity they had almost … embraced it. Emanating from them was something akin to a mental stench, something ancient and primitive, and Jake’s heart suddenly lurched as he realized it was dreadfuly familiar.

Suddenly he was again that ancient protoss, watching as the xel’naga abandoned them.
Up it went, the home that flew, bearing the
Ihan-ri,
the Great Teachers,
the Makers, the Guardians away, away, forever away. Dozens of lithe, purple-blue-gray shapes sprang into the air in futile pursuit, clinging to starkly
beautiful crystals that had edges sharp as shikmas. The home that flew
continued to ascend, its inhabitants unmoved by the begging and pleading of
those they forsook. Hands now slicked with blood lost their grip and the
panicked beings fell to the earth, fell too far to survive, striking the ground with
a thudding sound that was drowned out by the overwhelming noise of the
departing vessel and the excruciating mental din that threatened to tear Jake’s
head apart, just as the pain in his heart threatened to rip his mind apart.

No, no, they mustn’t go, they were everything, everything—

Overcome with despair, Jake fell to the ground as well, thrashing, his dark blue
skin mottled and heated with blinding, smothering fear and fury. What would
they do? How could they go on? Alone, alone, so alone—

“Hey, you okay there, Prof?” Rosemary asked. Jake blinked, coming back to the present, back to Jacob Jefferson Ramsey and not that long-ago, terrified pro-toss whose sense of abandonment would know no ease. He was shaking and gasping, and when Ladranix handed him a gourd filed with the metalic, warm water he gulped it down thirstily.

“You al felt that, I know you did,” Jake managed, his throat stil somehow dry despite the water he had just drunk. “It’s like a—a racial memory.” He hesitated, then said softly, “A racial wound.”

Ladranix nodded. “Only a fraction of our people are born preservers, but they are merely the ultimate expression of something latent in our people. The abandonment of the protoss by the xel’naga is deeply ingrained in our psyches. That dark day when the gate was closed and we realized we were stranded—were alone—was a powerful echo of the day when we were forsaken so many eons in the past. For some, it was too traumatic an event from which to recover.”

Again the “other” protoss came into Jake’s mind. He steeled himself for the emotions pouring off them and this time it wasn’t as overwhelming. He sensed a darkness, a wildness about them. It was as if the blow of abandonment had struck both groups of pro-toss hard, metaphoricaly knocking them down, but only one had risen. These others were ruled by anger and fear, not calm and enlightenment. He sensed a name

—Tal’darim, “the Forged”—but did not understand why the name resonated, not yet. Just as Jake recognized the Shel’na Kryhas as being spiritual brethren to the likes of Adun and Vetraas and Temlaa and Savassan, he realized that these pro-toss had been so traumatized that they had reached back in time for a mind-set that would permit them to continue to exist. Instead of faith in the advancements that the race had made, they were returning to the primal, angry, powerful beings from which they had evolved.

“The schism happened slowly, but it came to a head in one angry night. There was no fighting, but there was … much rage. Their leader, Felanis, had been acting strangely for some time. He and I had never been close, but we had been united in our need for survival. He turned to a dear friend of mine, a felow templar, Alzadar. We had trained together, stood together in many a battle, but no longer. My old friend began shutting me and others out. Turning inward, becoming solitary, sharing thoughts only for the most basic necessities. Felanis was the one he turned to now. Finaly Felanis caled us fools and idealists, and struck off for the wilds, Alzadar and others at his side. We tried to pursue, to stop them—it was madness, certain death, to venture forth from the cities—but Alzadar and the others insisted on going with him. We are a free people. We live and die by the choices we made. We could not force them to stay. And so the protoss on Aiur were a divided people from that moment forward.”

“But Felanis, Alzadar, and the rest of the Forged—they’re stil alive?” Rosemary asked. Ladranix turned his glowing, pale blue eyes to hers.

“They are. They found an unexpected sanctuary. There are cave systems beneath the surface. Some of them are vast. Many are stil unexplored. It is there that the Tal’darim find shelter, coming up only to take nourishment from the starlight. Faint though that light is, it is enough to keep them alive.”

Rosemary and Jake exchanged glances. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this. “By any chance … do the Tal’darim live near the area where our ship was planning to land?”

Ladranix moved his head and arms in a way that Jake recognized as surprise with a hint of confusion. “They do indeed.”

Despite his curiosity, Ladranix was as good as his word. He had not read Jake’s or Rosemary’s thoughts, and it was clear now to Jake that Zamara had kept her own thoughts on this matter wel hidden.

Rosemary threw up her own hands in exasperation. “Wel, isn’t
this
just great! The one place in this whole blasted planet we need to get to and half the protoss are going to fight us to get there!”

Zamara sighed in Jake’s mind. She was a preserver. Her knowledge was for her people, but it was nonetheless not knowledge that was intended to be commonplace.

Jake did not doubt that had the situation been different, Zamara would have felt no need to share it even with Ladranix and the other Shel’na Kryhas. But Rosemary had summed up the situation accurately, if bluntly. They would require aid to penetrate the chambers to obtain what they had come here for, and the protoss, even though they honored their preservers, would insist on knowing before lending assistance in attacking their own, if it came down to it.