The brutish, geometric shape of the battlecruiser look ungainly next to the sleek Protoss shuttle. It was a source of constant amazement for Executor Kadralas. How had these woefully-primitive humanoids come to be such a thorn in the side of an species as perfect as the Protoss? He found it astounding that they’d ever made it into space. They consumed without thought, trampled over everyone and everything in their desperate scramble for resources. He often felt himself start to be swayed by the arguments from the New Conclave, that the full might of the Protoss military should be brought to bear, crushing the Terran infestation for the greater glory of Auir. And yet… and yet he’d fought alongside the Terrans. They were adaptable, skilled in their own way, brave – some possessed traits that