Chapter Three:

Far above the planet Azeroth, a fleet of Golden ships appeared roughly shaped like great scarabs hovered in the blackness of space. There were twelve of them in total, and the were spread out over the entire upper atmosphere. From the bridge of the flagship Gantrithor, Executor Tassadar looked down upon the planet far below him with something akin the regret.

"Is this truly necessary, Aldaris." he asked, his psionic voice carrying over to his commander though he did not turn to face him.

"Of course Executor." came the Judicators reply behind him. "Why else would the Conclave command that we destroy them?"

"I know." said Tassadar in a resigned tone "Yet I must wonder why the Conclave has commanded as such. These creatures are not where near the Zerg's path. And they cannot threaten us with their level of technology"

"It is not a matter of what they are capable of, but of what they could do, Executor." replied Aldaris with a shrug. "This world is seeped in Dark Energy, and the Conclave believes that should they survive long enough to gain access to the space travel, that they shall be a threat to everything we hold dear. These are preventative measure."

"Preventative measures…" said Tassadar incredulously "These creatures may well change for the better, with time. Who are we to destroy them with such reckless abandon?"

"The Protoss, the chosen of the Xel'naga, the masters of the universe, and those who have remained faithful to he Khala." replied Aldaris with absolute conviction "The conclave has judged that these creatures are unworthy of life. As such they are."

"What reason could the conclave have for-"

"They developed weapons of mass destruction before long range communication." said Aldaris. "We refuse to take any more chances."

"Oh." Tassadar paused to look at the world in question. "Then I believe I see the conclaves point."

"You see." said Aldaris "The conclave has guided the Protoss throughout countless centuries, and there is always wisdom in their decisions."

"Well I wouldn't go that far." said Tassadar "I mean, everyone can make mistakes…"

And then he stopped talking as Aldaris a blade of blue energy appeared in his hand, and put it to Tassadar's throat.

"You were saying." he said pleasantly.

"Uh… nothing Aldaris." said Tassadar wisely.

"Excellent." said Aldaris removing the psi blade. "Now is there anything else."

"...No." said Tassadar after a moment "I suppose not. But it will take some time for the fleet to get into position."

"Very well." said Aldaris in a satisfied tone "You may begin now."

"As you wish." said Tassadar, before turning back to his console, where he began to contact the other fleet captains.

"So what are we going to do about all this." asked Jaina as they left the bar.

"Flee the planet obviously." said Arthas as if it was the most obvious thing in the world "I've got everything all set up, by the time the Protoss start wiping out the planet, we can be long gone."

"Now hold on a moment!" said Jaina "We can't just leave Azeroth to burn, while we save ourselves."

Arthas looked at her strangely "Why not? You did it before."

"Because there millions of innocent people here!" she said.

There was silence for a moment. "Ha." said Arthas.

"What are you-?" began Jaina before she was cut off by Arthas breaking out into maniacal laughter. Several people in the street glanced over in confusion, before going back to work. Most had seen this sort of thing before. It wasn't destroying their sanity, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Jaina narrowed her eyes "I was being serious."

"I know!" said Arthas, barely able to stand from laughing so hard "That's what makes it so funny! Good people… on Azeroth!" He burst out laughing again.

"Damn it Arthas!" she said "We have a duty to at least try to stop this."

"No we really don't."

"And what brings you to that conclusion?" asked Jaina, glaring at him.

"Well for my part, well... most of the people getting blown up are my enemies, so if anything it's my duty to let them burn." he replied "And as for you, you don't owe these people anything. You've spent the last seven years trying to make things better for people, and what's your thanks? Constant insults from Varian, people who never so much as saw a demon calling you traitor, and Thrall getting all the credit for what accomplishments you manage. They don't appreciate your efforts to keep this mud ball alive, so why should you die for their sake?"

"They do appreciate it." maintained Jaina "They are just trying to do what they think is best for their people."

Arthas sniffed derisively "Please Jaina, your the only person who actually cares about the other races. Tyrande Whisperwind is an idiotic isolationist warmonger, while her husband is a stupid tree hugger, who firmly believes that fire and the wheel should never have been invented. Varian Wrynn is so caught up in his personal grudges that he refuses to even consider world ending threat a concern, while Thrall abandoned his responsibilities to go dance in a meadow somewhere. Garrosh Hellscream needs no explanation, nor does Sylvanas. And don't even get me started on Lorthe'mar Theron, AKA the most uninteresting faction leader in the history of the universe. With a very few exceptions every single person on this planet is a vain, self-centered monster who needs to die for the sake of everyone else in the universe. Why do you think I went omnicidal on them?"

"You can run if you want." replied Jaina firmly "But I'm going to at least try to do something to save this world."

"Fine, do whatever you want." said Arthas with a dismissive wave "Actually, I'll tell you what. Find me one faction leader that is even remotely interested in the greater good, and I'll help you out. Fail, and we leave these pathetic fools to their well deserved destruction."

"Your on." she replied before teleporting to Stormwind with a flash of blue light.

The Throne Room of King Varian Wrynn was an ornate one, and as she entered it several guards readied themselves for a possible invasion, only to relax as they saw her. Varian Wrynn sat in his throne, glancing over a few sheets of paper. As he saw her approach he looked up.

"Ah Jaina, what brings you-"

"No time for pleasantries, Varian." she said quickly "We have a huge problem."

"What seems to be the trouble. Is it the Horde?" said Varian eagerly.

"Actually no." said Jaina "It's something far worse than that."

"I find that difficult to believe." replied Varian bluntly.

"Believe it." shot back Jaina "There is an entire species of Psychic power houses far above this worlds surface, seeking to destroy every living thing in the world. I know it sounds crazy but-"

"I believe you." said Varian in total honesty.

"…Really." she said in surprise.

"Well yeah." said the King "We were running low on eldritch horrors, so it's only natural that we would have to deal with space aliens eventually. In fact, I prepared an entire plan for this possibility."

"Oh." she said gratefully "Well I suppose that mean I've won the bet-"

"Anduin!" said Varian to his son "Activate operation 'Destroy the Horde before the Psychic Aliens steal our kill', and make it fast we're on a timetable."

There was a long pause, before Jaina sighed. "…I fucking hate you. You know that right." she said.

"I know." replied Varian. "But I don't care what a mewling pacifist think-"

Jaina teleported to Ashenvale in disgust before he could finish his sentence.

The forest of Ashenvale was not as nice as it used to be, but it was still very beautiful, even for a forest. The ancient tree's rose high above the ground, their leaves shading everything beneath them. Malfurion Stormrage himself replied to her questions.

"This is indeed a very serious problem." said Malfurion Stormrage gravely "And something must be done."

"Excellent." said Jaina "I think we should get together all our spell casters and…"

"Not the Aliens!" said Malfurion angrily "Their plan to destroy all life pales in comparison to the heinousness of your crime!"

"What crime?" she said, incredulous.

"You teleported in here with Arcane magic." said Malfurion "That is much more important then something as petty as the world ending. I banish you!"

"But... the Night Elves have opened up schools for training people in Arcane magic five fucking weeks ago. Where do you get off judging me for it?!"

"I don't have to apply moral consistency to my arguments!" screamed Malfurion angrily "I have a green beard!"

"…You know what." she said after a moment "Illidan was right, you are an asshole." Without another word she teleported to Ironforge.

Deep within the stony fortress of the Dwarves, Jaina Proudmoore found herself disappointed, but not exactly surprised.

"I'm terribly sorry." said the Dwarven Steward to her "But we can't help you."

"Why the hell not?!" said Jaina, at her wits end. "This is important!"

"We know. But we need a King to give us orders." explained the Dwarf. "But Brann Bronzebeard is out exploring, and King Magni got turned to stone by a random diablos ex machina."

"What about Muradin?!" she asked, somewhat desperate.

"Oh, yeah…" said the Dwarf "Turns out that Muradin really did die in Northrend seven years ago. The 'Muradin' we found was actually an elaborate hoax, set up to take control of Ironforge by the Frostborn dwarves. We really should have seen that coming, all things considered. The idea of Muradin surviving in the freezing cold with a major bleeding chest wound is utterly absurd after all.""

"FUCK!" she screamed in anger, before teleporting to Gilneas.

Jaina Proudmoore honestly wished she could say that she was surprised and disappointed by the Worgen's reaction. Unfortunately she could not.

"Not my problem." said Genn Graymane with a shrug.

"Not your… THE WORLD IS ABOUT TO END!" she screamed in anger. "If you don't help me, EVERYONE on Azeroth, YOURSELF INCLUDED! WILL! DIE! Do you understand what I'm telling you! Or are you so utterly stupid that you think you can survive the planets surface being reduced to ashes!"

"I'm fully aware of the consequences of my actions." said Genn "But I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation as a completely ungrateful son of a bitch."

"Aren't canines supposed to be loyal!" she screamed.

"No." said Graymane with a dark chuckle. "That's just dogs. Wolves eat babies, and don't give a fuck. Now get out my nation."

"AHHHHHHH!" Jaina screamed in frustration before teleporting away.

Jaina had gone to see Thrall. Sure he wasn't technically a faction leader, but his experience as a Shaman could be very useful in defending the planet.

"Yeah, I'm getting married." said Thrall.

"What?" said Jaina in complete deadpan.

"I said that I'm getting married." he explained "And everyone knows that a threat of the apocalypse is far less important than my personal relationships."

Interestingly enough, Jaina wasn't really all that angry about the refusal. It had been an act of pure optimism to expect a rational response from anyone in the first place. So she asked the other question on her mind. "Who exactly is it your getting married to, anyway?"

Before Thrall could answer, the tent flap opened and a Mag'thar woman who Jaina didn't recognize entered. "Go'el, what is this human doing-"

"Who the fuck are you, and why should I care?" asked Jaina bluntly, in no mood for more of this nonsense. "Failure to leave the tent, or justify your existence within thirty seconds will result in your immediate extermination from the Orcish gene pool."

There was a long, awkward silence, in which the Orc woman took a few steps back at Jaina's flat, uninterested gaze.

"...That would be my wife to be. Aggra." said Thrall after a moment.

Jaina smiled nervously. "Awkward." she looked back at the Orc woman. "Have you thought of a reason for me to not kill you for wasting my time yet? Because just being a love interest for Thrall does not automatically make one valuable, or even tolerable. You actually have to do something." she said to Aggra, who stared at her with an arrogant look that annoyed Jaina quite a bit.

"Your a fool if you think that my Go'el would allow such harm to come to-" began Aggra, but she never finished.

"TIMES UP!" screamed Jaina cheerfully "I'm going to set you both on fire now! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

And then she did.

When Jaina Proudmoore regained her sanity, she suddenly realized that she had given up on her homeworld. She hated to admit it, but Arthas had been more or less spot on in how he viewed the other factions, and she teleported back to Theramore with her her head hung low.

"Ah, Jaina!" called Arthas from across the street. "I figured you'd be a while long. So, how did your plan to save the world go?"

She looked up at his rather smug expression. "Shut up, Arthas."

"That bad?"

"Yup." she said "Azeroth can go to hell and burn for all I care. Let's go."

"As you wish, milady." replied Arthas with an exaggerated bow, before raising one hand to teleport them away.

"You want me to do what?" said Lor'themar Theron incredulously as he looked at the hordes latest Warchief.

"Need I repeat myself." said Garrosh "I want you to launch the Mana Bomb at Theramore."

Silence for a moment. "What the hell is a Mana Bomb?" said Lorthemarn in a annoyed tone.

"The thing I told you guys to make." said Garrosh in an annoyed tone. "A massive weapon capable of destroying an entire island. I placed the order for it weeks ago."

"Well that explains it then." said Lor'themar "Because we stopped listening to your requests years ago." This was entirely true. Garrosh had been known for being a hands on kind of warchief when it came to magical R&D, which was rather unfortunate, considering the fact that he had no conception of how magic actually worked.

"You fool!" said Garrosh "How can you not have finished in the few weeks since I sent you the letter!"

"…What part of I've been ignoring you don't you comprehend?" asked Lor'themar "Seriously man, I've got enough problems with people who want Sylvanas Windrunner to take over as leader of the Blood elves, I don't have time to listen to your opinions on how I operate."

"It's not idiotic! It is brilliant!" screamed the Orc in outrage.

"It's not possible. The very idea of a magical WMD is absurd." said Lor'themar bluntly. "If I could create a weapon of mass destruction capable of level an entire island, why the hell would I be targeting Theramore of all places. It's a neutral country!"

"Well then we should use it on Stormwind." said the Warchief with resolve.

"That's an even dumber idea!" said Lor'themar in horror "Varian Wrynns stupidity is the only reason we're winning this war in the first place! If I destroyed Stormwind, then who be the counter weight to you?!"

"…So you agree about blowing up Theramore?"

"No I don't!" replied the steward of the blood elves "If I had a weapon of mass destruction I would use it against the Lich King! Or Deathwing! Or one of the numerous other Eldritch abominations who routinely attack our world! Why the hell would want to attack fucking Theramore?!"

"Because it's part of the Alliance, obviously." said Garrosh. "But now because of your incompetence we no longer have access to WMD's, while the Alliance may be developing them even as we speak."

"We never had access to WMD's!" yelled Lor'themar in frustration "And neither does the ALLIANCE! Even Varian wouldn't be stupid enough to invest in such a complete and total waste of time and money."

"Dad, I think is a complete and total waste of time and money." said Anduin Wrynn to his father "Even the gnomes think the idea of a Mana Bomb is just stupid."

"Yes." said Varian "But it just might be crazy enough to work."

"…Or crazy enough to waste even more of the treasury for nothing." pointed out Anduin.

"That is a possibility, son." admitted Varian standing from his throne "But seeing as the world is about to end, I think it's worth the chance of final victory over those Horde scum."

"What are you talking about! We should be focusing on trying to stop the imminent doom of our entire world." said Anduin in frustration. "Not wasting money on more pointless doomsday devices!"

"That depends on your priorities." replied Varian "And my priority has always been to destroy the Horde."

"…But we're all going to die if we don't do something." pointed out Anduin desperately. "What good is victory if everyone is dead?!"

Varian laughed goodnaturedly "Son, if I didn't care enough about my people to temporarily create a truce when facing Yogg Saron, do you really think I'd give a damn about them when I'm this close to killing the entire Horde."

But... I mean… AHHH" yelled Anduin, trying to find words. "We're losing this war! All we've done is waste countless lives defending Gilenas! A nation whose only accomplishment in world history is being even bigger dicks than Alterac, and Alterac BETRAYED US TO THE HORDE!"

"And Gilneas is fighting the Horde. So we should help them." said Varian as if it explained everything.

"They have no strategic importance! They are on a fucking peninsula, attacking Gilneas was a complete waste of the Hordes resources, so why the hell are we bothering to defend those sons of a bitches! Why can't you just THINK about these things for once!"

"I'm King" replied Varian "I can do whatever I want."

"BULLSHIT!" yelled Anduin "Being King isn't about personal grudges and heroic battles! It's about ensuring your peoples place in the future! And every decision you've since you became King has led us from bad to worse! And for what! Your childish grudge against the assassin who stabbed Grandfather to death from behind! And to top things off she wasn't even a full Orc!"

"Well, any decisions I make which cause problems are not my fault." explained Varian as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "After all, the Lo'gash part of my personality is causing me mental stress."

"Shut up!" said Anduin at his wits "That excuse is bullshit and you know it! If you actually had split personalities, then you shouldn't have become King in the first place! How can you possibly hope to rule an entire nation if you can't even rule yourself! The people of Stormwind have suffered from a prison riot for seven years! All because you couldn't be bothered to put it down! The treasury is empty because you've wasted it all on stupid projects like looking for Pandaria, and any faith people had in your capacity to be a competent ruler evaporated years ago! How dare you claim to represent the people, even as you utterly disregard their well being!"

"Fuck the people!" yelled Varian in anger "I'm King! I can do whatever I want! I will destroy the Horde, and if I have to sacrifice every human in existence, I'll do it! And there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me, you pathetic brat."

"I can do this." said Anduin, before pulling out a pistol shooting Varian through the head with one perfectly aimed point blank shot. The King of Stormwinds body fell to the ground with a thump, even as the guards rushed in.

"We heard gunshots." said one excitedly.

"Did it come from a gun?" asked another, prompting Anduin to give him a long, flat look. "Okay, stupid question, I'll admit." the guard said, before he saw the corpse. A moment of terrible silence engulfed the room.

"Wow, looks like our King is dead." said one in a casual tone.

"How tragic." said the other stoicly. "I suppose that Prince Anduin shall be taking over for him." There was a pause afterwards. "So, shall we arrange the funeral rights, or-"

"Are you fucking kidding me!" said Anduin increduloualy "We're bankrupt because of this asshole! I'm not spending the money for his funeral! Toss him in ditch, and say that he got eaten by a space whale! Fuck this guy! Even Onyxia was a better ruler, and she was trying to weaken us!"

He started to march off to make arrangements for the succession. "And will someone tell the fleets to stop searching for Pandaria! It's a total waste of manpower, that serves no purpose whatsoever."

"Aldaris!" said Tassadar "All my ships are in position!"

"Begin the bombardment, Executor." said Aldaris stoicly "Wipe this pathetic planet from the face of the Galaxy!"

"Warchief Hellscream!" yelled one of the Orcish warriors as he rushed up behind his commander. "The entire world is about to end!"

"Excellent!" said Hellscream, missing the point completely. "Thus the Horde will triumph over the Alliance."

"…You do realize that we will all be dead. Right?" said Lorthemar, raising an eyebrow.

"Nonsense! The Horde will triumph over all-" And then the world was bathed in fire, and light.

Judicator Aldaris looked down at the burning world with something akin to indifference, even as blue beams of light, shot from the carriers penetrated deep into the crust, cutting long lines across the continents. "Hmph." he said psychically "These ships do good work, but I expect that the mother ships of old would put them to shame. No offense meant, Executor."

"None taken." said Tassadar ruefully. "But it is a shame that this became necessary in the first place."

"Hardly." said Aldaris. "These creatures were too dangerous to allow to live."

"Yeah, that wasn't what I mean when I said-"

"Executor!" called one of the Protoss "We're detecting a massive energy surge! It appears that several extremely powerful creatures are coming out of Azeroth's crust."

Suddenly a horrifying presence was felt in the minds of the Protoss, as the Old Gods rose from the crust of the planet, their horrible visage terrifying all who looked upon them. "Pathetic mortals!" came their countless voices "At long last we are free, and now no one can stop us from wreaking havoc across the stars! All shall fall before the might of the-"

And then the Old Gods stopped talking, because the Protoss opened fire on them full force, their beams of light obliterating the eldritch horrors from existence almost instantly. As it turns out making a Protoss afraid is rather like making a Protoss angry. It's extremely difficult, and likely to get you killed."

"Well, that was simplistic." commented Aldaris, the fear effect lifitng "Now let us depart, before-"

"Sir, we're picking up another energy spike." said the same Protoss warrior.

"Oh for the love of…" began Tassadar, before he was cut off by yet another creature of darkness.

"We are the SHA!" Came the voice from down below. "And we embody hatred, doubt and all manner of other negative emotions. There is nothing that you can-"

"I care little for your pathetic conceptions of your own superiority." said Aldaris confidently "We are the Protoss, and our power is beyond your own scope. In the name of the Conclave, I shall burn you to cinder, and send your unholy carcasses screaming back to the black void that spawned you. BEGONE NOW!"

He pressed a button on the command console and the Protoss fleet opened fire on the Sha on the surface of the planet, obliterating them from existence. The resulting bombardment destroyed Pandaria, along with all remaining life upon the surface.

Somewhere, in an entirely different universe, an Anthropomorphic Panda was broken out of daydreams of martial arts, by the sudden sense that he had just narrowly avoided being plagiarized. He went back to making noodles.

The Bridge of the Battleship Invincible was a dark circular room, with a collection of comfortable seats, each with a console of some sort directly in front of it. The lights were tinted red, giving everything within a vague villainous appearance. At the very front of the room, opposite to the door, there was a large view screen, which Jaina was currently busy looking through. The statistics did not lie. She knew they didn't. She knew without sensing that all life upon the world had been extinguished.

"So, your taking this better than I expected." said Arthas, pressing a few buttons on the console before the screen.

Suddenly it hit her. Everyone she had ever known except Arthas, and a few others was dead. Obliterated upon the surface of a dead world. It hadn't sunk in until now, and suddenly she realized the full extant of what it meant. No more Varian, and his constant idiocy. Nor more Thrall, with his hypocritical druidic nonsense. No more Malfurion with his constant hypocrisy. They were all gone, consumed in a torrent of blue fire that had wiped clean the whole of the world she had grown up on.

Her shoulders began to tremble suddenly, and a low sound came from her mouth. "Their... their all dead..."

"Jaina, you alright?" asked Arthas in concern.

And then it came full forth, not sobbing, but mad chuckling. "THEIR ALL DEAD! AHAHAHAHAHA!" screams of manic laughter came from her as tears of joy fell down her cheeks. "'Oh Jaina! Your a naive mewling pacifist! Why should we listen to you?'" she said in a mocking immitation of Varian's voice. "Well looks whose laughing now you pathetic morons! Oh sure everything I worked for the past few years was for absolutely nothing! But you know what! I don't care! Because I'm alive, and your all dead! And now I never have to deal with you morons again! GIVE MY REGARDS TO HELL YOU SONS OF BITCHES! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

There was a brief pause, as Jaina took several deep breaths.

"...Is she always like this?" came a gravelly voice behind her. Jaina turned round to see a tall, horned nightelf with dark violet skin, leaning against the wall. Great bat wings sprung from his back, folded behind him, and two massive double bladed warglaves were at his side, his eyes covered with a black blindfold, though green fire seemed to be flickering behind it in two places.

"You'll have to forgive Jaina," said Arthas "she's spent the last few years dealing with Varian Wrynn, so I expect she is working off some stress." He looked Jaina up and down, as if sizing her up. "I'll help her with that later."

"I do not know who this Varian Wrynn is." said Illidan "But he sounds like a complete imbacile."

"You have no idea." said Jaina dryly, jumping at the chance to pay attention to something else. "Tell me, would you be the legendary Illidan Stormrage, who brought magic back into the world? Well... before the Protoss blew it up."

"Indeed I am." said Illidan "I take it that you have heard of me."

"Well yes." said Jaina "I read a few history texts, and concluded that you are possibly the first, and only, competant nightelf in existance. I mean, Tyrande killed more humans and orcs during the Third War then she did ghouls, and Malfurion Stormrage's incompetance needs no introduction."

"Quite." said Illidan. "I take it that you are Arthas' chosen consort, Jaina Proudmoore then."

"What?!" She said, turning beat red. "I- uh..."

"Saying that might be premature." cut in Arthas smoothly, and Jaina thanked him inwardly. Illidan glanced at Arthas, and though a blindfold coverehusks eyes, Jaina noted his expression had an element of suspicion in it. "Jaina is currently here because her magical skills are likely to be of use to us." As he spoke he wrapped one arm around her waist, and Jaina flushed.

"...Very well." Said Illidan "My apologies." Jaina wasn't quite sure who he wago apologizing to, or for what. She decided to put it from her mind.

"It probably isn't important." The thought occurred to her. Noting that the other were waiting for a response she continued "It's alright." she said "But I had been told you were killed by Akama and Maieve Shadowsong. How is it you upon are here now?"

"What, you mean when that ungrateful wretch tried to overthrow me during the Alliance and Hordes vicious, unprovoked land grab on the lands I had I taken from the demons?" He asked "I tore his skull off personally, and fed the his carcass to my Hellhounds. Then I obliterated the attacking armies, sacked Shattrath, obliterated Honor hold and wiped the invaders from the face if Outland forever." replied Illidan with a shrug. "It was quite easy, actually, they wasn't prepared in the slightest for our confrontation."

"...Uh huh." she said, not convinced. "That isn't quite the story I heard."

"I am certain it wasn't." replied Illidan gravely, even as Arthas face palmed.

"Oh here here we go..." The Lich King said with a sigh.

Illidan continued. "No doubt they spun some story of their glorious victory over the forces of Darkness, which conveniently explained why neither faction ever sent any more forces through, or gained any benefit from the resources they would have captured. Just like they do with all their 'noble victories.'"

"...Are you seriously implying that both Alliance and Horde had some kind of elaborate mutual conspiracy to cover up their blatant military incompetence?" asked Jaina.

"Yes." said Illidan.

"Okay! That is it!" said Arthas raising his hands. "I'm cutting this conversation off now, before we can spend six hours on Illidan's conspiracy theories! Let's focus on the ship!"

"Yeah about that..." Said Jaina, suddenly interested. "How were you able to build this thing anyway?"

"With a lot of effort." said Arthas as he moved over the central seat and began typing in a number of codes. "Most of the materials came from the Twisting Nether, as there aren't any natural resources strong enough to withstand the kind of magical we routinely throw into it. We named it the Invincible."

"You mean after your h-"

"No!" Said Arthas in sudden anger, his eyes glowing with blue light. "My horse that died when I was younger had nothing to do with the naming. Why does everyone think that?!"

"...Okay, okay calm down!" Said Jaina stepping back as the room darkened, and Arthas' eyes stopped glowing. He sighed.

"Sorry." He said in a normal tone. "People always assume that, and it really irritates me.

"Uh Huh." She said, deciding to just move on. "I was under the impression that creating physical matter within the nether was an incredibly risky, and dangerous process. How did you manage it?"

Arthas shrugged in indifferance "Lots of practice, mortals who try it tend to come down with minor cases of psychotic insanity, of course, but I'm the Lich King, so I'm not mortal. With Illidan's help, I was able to create more than enough for our use, and it only got easier with practice."

"Still..." she said "This ship is practically buzzing with magic. It must have taken an enourmous amount of power to enchant it."

"Fortunately for us we have the last two members of the Dalaran Six on our side." said Arthas, somewhat smugly. "It's rather a difficult job, but between us we managed it somehow."

"Rhonin's on this ship?" she asked in horror. "Please tell me you didn't let Valeria Windrunner on here."

"What? No! Of course not!" said Arthas "I have a reputation to uphold, and I can't very well stoop to working with idiots like Rhonin!"

"Also I killed him a few weeks ago." said Illidan nonchalantly.

"What?!" said Jaina in horror "Why!"

"Because he was going around claiming to have taught me magic in the past." replied Illidan with a shrug "I gave him my opinion on such claims by ripping out his skull and beating him to death with it."

"Oh, okay." said Jaina glancing downwards at the darto liked floor, before raising an eyebrow and turning back to Illidan with a raised eyebrow "Wait a minute. You beat him to death with his own skull? I'm no expert on human biology but that doesn't seem physically possible."

"That's exactly what Rhonin kept screaming." muttered Illidan In bemusement.

"Illidan! I'm disappointed in you." said Arthas, and to Jaina's surprise there wagem nine reproach in his voice.

"Oh what?" said Illidan facing Arthas down "Like you care if I kill some mage you don't even know."

"What? No!" said Arthas "Nothing like that! It's just that if you rip off his skull I can't bring him back as an unholy abombination! I mean you could have at least saved the skull itself. That way we could have used it to gain extra magical powers. It's a waste of useful resources!'

Jaina was beginning to remember why she and Arthas had broken up the first place. "Do you think we could change the subject?" she asked lightly, putting one hand on Arthas' shoulder,

"I agree with her." said Illidan in annoyance. "And at the very least I don't go around deleting people I don't like from the timeline."

"Deleting people from the what now?" said Jaina, not quite sure how to react.

Arthas glanced at here. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. See after we scrapped the caverns of time for spare parts. I used them to prevent Kalecgos from ever existing in the first place."

Jaina looked at him in confusion. "Who is this Kalecgos person you speak of? I've never even heard of him."

"Exactly." said Arthas, sounding just a bit smug, before glancing over at Illidan. "Though you have to admit, Med'an really did deserve what we did to him."

Illidan grunted "Yes, I suppose you are correct in that case. That was one being who the space time continuum will not be missing."

"What is it with you people mentioning names I don't know!?" said Jaina in frustation.

"Sorry Jaina." said Arthas "One could say that we have a knaak for dealing with people that should not exist."

Illidan burst out with cruel laughter, before gaining control of himself as he saw Jaina's look of confusion.

"My apologies." said Illidan, coughing "It's a private joke."

"Moving on." said Jaina with a sigh "Who else is on this ship. I assume that Kel'thuzad is involved, seeing as he's Arthas' closest associate. However, I'm noticing four seperate power signatures in these threads of magic." she paused "I assume that reports of Kael'thas' death were greatly exaggerated."

"You would correct." said Illidan, looking rather impressed despite himself. "Though I don't believe that you'll be able to figure out the last one."

"Yes, that one did give me some trouble, I will admit." said Jaina "I certainly have never met the person in question. But I have fought enough Naga to know when I'm sensing one, I'm going the guess that the last one is the Lady Vashj since she is well documented as one of your loyal subordinates."

There was a moment of stunned silence, as Arthas and Illidan looked at her in surprise. Arthas smirked and turned to him. "See Illidan. I told you she was qualified."

"I confess I was not expecting someone quite so skilled." admitted Illidan.

"Now then, I have a few questions." said Jaina in a serious tone "What's this about scrapping the Caverns of Time for spare parts. That sounds like something rather important."

"Oh, that." said Illidan "We realized that we couldn't actually create a prepulsion system fast enough to get us to other worlds before the Protoss arrived. So I came up with the idea to adapt the caverns of time into a reality warper that we could use instead." he glared at Arthas "At least that was the theory. Evidently someone decided to use it prevent the hypotenuse from ever existing."

"Hey!" said Arthas "You're the one who beat up the entire Bronze Dragon Flight when they tried to stop you!"

"What!" said Jaina. "But... I thought the Bronze Dragon Flight's leader could effectively reset the timeline until he won. How the hell did you beat all of them?"

"I have no idea." answered Illidan, sounding rather annoyed "Nozdormu kept on resetting time. So I am unsure how I managed it. Apparently he eventually gave up on trying to stop me and took a lunch break."

It was around this point that a chime was heard from a nearby console. Illidan approached it, and pressed a button. "Yes, what is it?"

"Lord Illidan, we're ready to head out." came the voice of Kael'thas Sunstrider. "We can leave whenever your ready."

"Excellent work Kael. Standby for orders." said Illidan before turning off the com and glancing at Arthas "It's time to go Arthas. Do you have any preference on where to?"

"I'm thinking we should head over to the Protoss' planet." said Arthas sitting down in the Captains chair "Do we have any data on their Homeworld."

"Regrettably no." replied Illidan as he gazed over a computer screen "But I do know their general location. It's in a place called the Koprolu sector. Apparently they aren't the only sentient creatures there. Shall we set course for it?"

"Excellent idea." said Arthas before glancing over at Illidan "Take us out, Mr Stormrage."

"Don't call me that." said Illidan, but he complied anyway.

Had anyone looked from afar at the planet Azeroth, they would have seem an angular black ship suddenly appear before them, before shooting forward into the endless night that is the Great Dark Beyond. They would have seen the ship pick up speed, and then fade from view in a sudden blur.

Yet had they watched a little longer, they would have seen a small probe emerge from the darkness, and transmit data to masters unknown.

Authors Note:

Well here is chapter two, a merging of chapter three four and five. I'm merging them because I feel the original chapter size is way too short, so yeah.