I sat up from the ground, eyeing the terrans before me. The high templar understood the meaning of what I had relayed to him in thought, but these people lacked any higher knowledge and would simply view it as jabber capped off by a quest to become a new overmind. What could I say to them that would allow me to earn their trust? They all looked wary, ready to destroy me with at any moment. Their eyes told me their stories for them. Lost on a barren world, doomed and delaying the painful death to come. No hope, no future.
"Terran, you are lost on this world. You have been written off as dead by your dominion, and even as I speak to you the swarm clenches its fist around you, readying to pop you like an egg.
I know your pain, Terran. Even as you have been sacrificed by your leaders in a desparate gambit to earn them a moments time to escape, I have been sent to annihilate you all and die in the process. Our species are more alike then you know, but yours has been blessed with an untold destiny, and the ability to influence the future. A dark power stirs on the horizon, Terran. While you are ignored by its malignant gaze, It spells doom for every man, woman and child that will ever be born to a human mother. It seeks nothing less than the total destruction of all life in the galaxy save for a species of its own creation. In this matter, Terran, I and the protoss require your help. Know this; I no longer serve the swam that sent me to die and neither should you serve the powers that doomed meaninglessly. The dark voice, the power that stirs to destroy us all, has done the same to the zerg and the protoss. we are nothing but ingredients to it, a part of a greater whole. It has no respect for any life that it deems weak, and finds no reason in the existence of lesser beings. It thinks that we are weak, Terran, and only unified may we prove it wrong."
Edited by Hellspork on 8/4/2011 6:39 PM PDT