Star Wars: The Evolution of the Rogue Zerg

Introduction

Zasz was in pain. Not physically, but mentally. All he could hear were the screams of his children as they failed to stop the Protoss. All he could do himself was scream as well.

Why do I scream, he thought to himself, when the other Cerebrates will never hear me?

It came to him that he could not stop, for the reason was, he was afraid. For the first time in a millennium, he had finally faced fear in the face. But like the first time, fear was losing. Because this time, he was not selfish. Or at least, he did not feel selfish. Usually, when his children died, it never mattered. But now, for every scream he heard from them, he felt more and more empty on the inside.

Why do I even care, he thought, they are just mindless minions that I control.

Again, for the first time, he felt sorry for his children. Even though it didn't make any sense, he just did.

Today, Zasz knew that he was going to die. He could not call for help. Why? Because his enemy, the Protoss, found some way to sever his telepathic link with the Overmind and the other Cerebrates. He did not know how they did it, just that they did it, somehow.

But he couldn't help but ponder the question.

How would they be able to do it, he thought, to do it they would need someone that used the same energies that I do.

The only real answer would be that they have produced some kind of Dark Templar, he pondered.

But he could think no further, for he could sense the Protoss getting closer, and closer, until finally, they stood before him.

Zasz's hypothesis had been correct, for not even one of them were zealots. They all looked darker-skinned, from purple to black.

Their leader, who bore a large green warp blade, and who wore nothing but a menacing black clock, spoke to Zasz.

"Vile creature of the Zerg Swarm. Your days in this galaxy are no more," he said very calmly as he fixed his position to an aggressive stance.

"Get it over with you wretched Protoss," Zasz said back using his mind to produce sound, "I already knew this day would come before you came here to murder me and my minions".

"I may not technically be of the Protoss Conclave, but that does not mean I do not fight with honor. Is there any last request that you wish to make?"

"I…" Zasz hesitated, he was about to say no, but then the last plan he would ever make burst into his head, "Yes I do have a request."

"I want you to let me give one last order to my warriors, it will not be to harm you though, I promise."

"Fine, beast, say it"

Zasz gave a telepathic smile, "RUN!! RUN MY MINIONS!!! FLEE THIS PLANET, THIS GALAXY!! FLY TO OTHER PLACES IN THE UNIVERSE!!! SPREAD YOUR DISEASE!!! KILL IN THE NAME OF THE OVERMIND!!! LET NOT A PROTOSS STAND IN YOUR WAY!!! BEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! FREEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

And at that moment, everything went black. Zasz could no longer see, but all he heard now was the sound of freedom. His minions were doing exactly what he had told them. They were going to spread their chaotic essence to the far reaches of the universe, and in doing so, living on. This new sound did not hurt Zasz, it healed him.

"Very clever, Zerg abomination," the leader of the mysterious dark Protoss said, "but it will do you no good."

He then activated his blade which was made of pure psi-energy.

"Protoss slime. Without me, they will be alone. So that means without me, they will evolve."

And at that moment, Zasz killed himself in a liquid explosion. All Protoss but the leader were engulfed in it. When the other Cerebrates discovered his death, they would say that he was murdered, when in fact, he committed suicide. Within the explosion, Zasz was able to scream forth the last thing he would ever say.

"LONG. LIVE. THE. SWARM!!!!!!"

And that is how the story of the Rogue Zerg began.