The information had been received by Protoss Commander and High Templar Mii’eh from Observer 907. The Terrans knew they were here. They being the Protoss. It was funny, almost like a joke. The Terrans had fallen for the hallucinated Zerg forces. But now that the Terrans knew they were here, it was time to attack. So the High Templar slowly rose from his desk, heading outside. Telepathically, he would send the message <It is time, my good warriors. I will want four reavers loaded into shuttles. Twenty-five Zealots and ten Dragoons will accompany the shuttles by foot. You move out now.> So the order had been given. Excellent. This attack force would hopefully wipe the Terran force off this planet, so, for Aiur, the Protoss would command this resource-rich planet. An hour would pass by before the force was prepared to move out, the location of the Terran stronghold already known. He had a vast observer network set up about the planet, relaying him information any time he wanted. He watched the force leave the Protoss base. They would arrive at night, hopefully when all the Terrans were asleep.

Agent 1147 could only smile. He had been marching with the Terran force for nearly an hour now. He had given the headquarters the signal that it was definitely an attack force. After about another hour of walking, he received the order. Quickly he loaded a Lockdown shell into his C-10 Canister Rifle. Flipping the safety off as he went he rested the C-10 on his right shoulder, tilting it a bit so the scope would be over his right mechanized eye. Silently he found his target: A shuttle. After making sure that his aim was true, his finger would slowly squeeze the trigger. The sound of air gushing out of his rifle was heard as the huge Lockdown shell slammed into the Shuttle’s hull. And like an EMP, all electronics were shut down. Its shields failed immediately, and it just hovered there. Immediately chatter was heard among the Zealots and Dragoons as they looked around. Agent 1147 smiled at the chaos he had caused. Now he would radio into headquarters once more, smirking. “Attack,” was the single word he said. And that single word caused all hell to break loose. The Fifty-Seventh Airborne CF/A-17 Wraith Squadron screamed across the sky. Their Gemini Air-to-Air erupted from their cannons, slamming into the disabled shuttle’s hall and ripping it apart. The shuttle quickly made its descent from the sky, crashing into the ground, destroying the precious Reavers inside. The other shuttle dropped its cargo, though, before being shot down from the sky by the Wraiths as well. Siege Tanks’ 120mm Shock Cannons erupted with a thunderous boom, sending those 120mm shells straight into the ranks of the Dragoons and Zealots, tearing them apart. Blue blood quickly became a topping to the ground as the five remaining Dragoons made their runs at the Siege Tanks, Zealots not far behind. Marines yelled as they opened up with their C-14 “Impaler” Gauss Rifle, 8mm shells erupting from their automatic weapons, directed at the Zealots. But the twin Reavers made a pressing advantage, scarabs coming from their “mouth” and slamming into the ranks of the Siege Tanks and marines. But as the Protoss’ hopes were beginning to look high, they were suddenly reinforced with twenty-five Goliaths. Their twin 30mm Autocannons dove into the depths of the Protoss, directed mostly at the Reavers. And the Terrans quickly completed their objective, leaving only straggling Protoss warriors. They were quickly accounted for. The Protoss were not the only ones with a strong intelligence force.

“What are our casualties at now?” Captain Yetts spoke to his Lieutenant. After another crisp salute, he responded,

“Sir! Five Siege Tanks were lost in the battle along with fifteen marines. All Wraiths and Goliaths survived, some damaged. They are in their respective hangars being repaired by our space construction vehicles right now. Letters have been sent home to the marines’ families.” Yetts nodded, pleased with the outcome,

“Again your service is nothing but perfection, Lieutenant. Award Agents 1125 and 1147 with Medals of Honor. We could not have done this without them. And one hour from now, launch the nuclear missiles to the Protoss’ base. Have we located that Zerg base yet?” The Lieutenant shook his head,

“No, sir. The Zerg base does not seem to exist. We have searched the whole planet, even into its very mantle. There is no Zerg on this planet, sir.” Yetts sighed before starting to think,

“Carry out your orders, Lieutenant. I want those nukes dropped.”

“Yes, sir.”

While Agent 1125 was surprised by the fact that he got to receive the Medal of Honor, Agent 1147 simply smirked. That would be his second Medal of Honor along with a Purple Cross. So the ceremony was to happen an hour from now, where short-range, light damage nuclear missiles would be launched. So, after an hour had passed, Agents 1125 and 1147 would be standing on top of a platform, every troop attending the ceremony. As Captain Yetts strolled down the made aisle, the troops quickly brought their right hands about, resting where their forehead was located over their suits. Yetts smiled as he walked up the steps slowly, turning around. “Earning the Medal of Honor is not an easy task, ladies and gentlemen. It takes hard work, and sacrifice. These two men at either side of me have done just that. And, with great pleasure, I award these men with the Medal of Honor. Slowly he turned, clipping the medal onto 1125’s suit first before continuing on to 1147. He saluted each one and slowly turned to watch the launch. And there it was. Abruptly three short-range, light-damage nuclear missiles erupted into the air from underground, the missiles heading quickly into the sky, heading towards their destination.

And the next morning, they arrived. Those nuclear missiles quickly slammed into the ground, wiping out any troops in their seventy-feet radius, and greatly damaging most of the buildings, blue flames erupting into the ground. Commander Mii’eh only shook his head. As the Terrans said, they were screwed. <Begin request for reinforcements via Gateways to Aiur. We need them. Now.> That was all he could say. The Terrans would be coming very, very soon. All his Photons were gone, and his pylons were not destroyed, luckily. Everything was near destruction, barely able to stay operational. One hair was pulled out of this base, and it would fall apart.