Two years ago…

"Gestalt 13 ready, Dr.!" yelled the technician

"Alright, bring in CH-C118!"

A small, quivering eleven year old is brought into the lab, and strapped into the operating table. On the other table is a female Dark Templar, or FP-M2620.

"Inject anesthesia."

"Injecting."

"Prepare to operate."

Twelve hours later, the operation is complete. The child has five Protoss nerve cords, as well as Protoss skin grafted onto her chest and back. Her eyes have also been changed to Protoss eyes. Eating and breathing are no longer necessary. Her psionic powers are at 210% of average Ghost levels, and at normal Protoss levels. However, unbeknownst to the scientists, the sentience of the Dark Templar also switched to the child upon removal of the nerve cords.

"Gestalt 13 conscious, Dr. Stanley."

"Excellent. I want to greet my newest creation."

The Protoss-human hybrid opens her eyes slowly, and looks around. Her head is shaved, due to the addition of the nerve cords. Her eyes glow lavender, and it is hard to see any defining feature. At the approach of Dr. Stanley Burgess, her eyes narrow into slits.

"Eyes feeling dry? Don't worry, the feeling should pass."

"Murderer."

"Excuse me?"

"You murdered an entire settlement of my people. The ones that you did not kill are being forced to serve in your twisted experiments."

The Dr. Stanley looks at the lab assistant. "Make a note."

"Sir?"

"It appears that Dark Templar can shift their sentience to other beings. It also appears that we forgot to put in a neural inhibitor. But that does not matter. Even a Protoss can do very little if trapped inside the body of a child. Place her in stasis."

"Yes sir!"

As Dr. Stanley left, the lavender eyes seemed to follow him out of the lab, and out of the star system.

23 months ago…

"Umojans!"

"Where!"

"Every-"The owner of the voice died abruptly.

Inside a fluid tank, an eleven year old opened her eyes. A lab assistant lay dead outside the door, while the other was pleading for his life. The child looked around, and located the IV's inserted into her body. Pulling them out, she climbed out of the tank. Lavender eyes looked around the room, as she did a mental sweep. Suddenly, the child disappeared. Minutes later, the door opened on its own.

Mercenary Alex Derrek took off the psiweave that had made him look like Gestalt Zero. His partner, Shadowguard Maya, took off hers as well.

"We've been through the entire factory, but we haven't seen a single Gestalt anywhere." She complained, half-heartedly.

"Thank God for that." Said a marine. "Jared says he saw some clothes near the one lab, but they sure ain't there anymore."

Maya sighed. "Jared tries to scare himself at every opportunity. I'd take that with a grain of salt."

Alex headed for his ship. His job had been to infiltrate the facility, no more. Normally he would have stayed, but this place gave him the creeps. He quickly opened the ship, and after looking around, closed the door and prepared to take off. He couldn't help but feel something had followed him. Taking off, he set the course for his place of residence, an unknown fringe planet at the edge of the sector.

The child watched the human impassively. She had enough to deal with. The Dark Templar, Mythryl, focused most of her energy on coaxing out the Terran, Carissime. If they were to survive, the human needed her 832 years of psionic training, and she needed the human's knowledge of other humans.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Please come out."

The response was only a wave of terror.

"We are safe now. We won't be experimented upon ever again. That is, if you can tell me how to act human"

Carissime "looked out", and did not retreat. Slowly, she began to control her own body. At first it was just moving her fingers. For Mythryl, that was a good enough start.

After a few days, Carissime started talking. At first, it was totally unexpected. While Mythryl had hoped, she had been unsure whether Carissime would recover enough.

"Where are we going?"Asked Cari.

"Somewhere safe."

"How do you know?" She asked, with a shadow of anxiety.

"Because I plan to steal the ship if it is unsafe."

"Ok."

For the most part, Cari was content to simply watch while Mythryl controlled her body.

Alex sighed with relief as he approached his base. He had somehow convinced himself the ship was haunted. It wasn't hard to do, because he had started seeing things out of the corner of his eye. Also, things would be moved around, and one of his combs had gone missing.

"One more day" he told his reflection. "One more day."

He didn't count on that one day. It had started simply enough. He woke up an hour earlier, and had gone in the bathroom to shave. His first thought upon entering was: Well, there's my other comb. His second thought was: Holy shit, who is that and what the hell is wrong with her eyes?

Cari looked away from her reflection in the mirror. Combing her hair gave her some small sense of normality, and was something that she felt free to do. There hadn't been much of an independent spirit in there before the experiment, and afterwards had pretty much crushed it out of her. Mythryl had been helping her in that aspect, but it still was difficult. But looking away and seeing the mercenary had almost killed it. Almost.

"What are you doing on my ship?" Alex asked, still sort of stunned.

The child looked at him, fearfully. "H-hitching a r-ride?"

Her eyes were widened in fear, presumably. Without being able to see her pupils, it was hard to tell for sure.

"If you had noticed the fact that she is shaking like a leaf, you would be able to tell she is terrified."

"Who the hell-"

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Cari, and that is Mythryl."