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Seated upon the creep, a Hydralisk's warmly breathing side against her palms, Kerrigan listened.
There was a turmoil in the Hive Mind, all the hallmarks of a war fought on Aiur, lightyears from here. The Protoss, struggling for the very existence of their species, of their home. It was a futile battle, of course. The Zerg's numbers were infinitely greater.
On Char, it was quiet. Too quiet. They'd returned here last week, on the Overmind's orders. And given the strength of their forces, they'd eradicated the last trace amount of Terran forces days ago. That left her nothing but the quiet of waiting, underlaid as it was with that rumbling of force and battle.
And that meant that Kerrigan was, for a lack of a better word, bored.
( River felt it, too. )
[ alternate POV on the events of the very last mission of StarCraft. This is where it really gets interesting... la la NFI NFB OOC-OKAY ]
There was a turmoil in the Hive Mind, all the hallmarks of a war fought on Aiur, lightyears from here. The Protoss, struggling for the very existence of their species, of their home. It was a futile battle, of course. The Zerg's numbers were infinitely greater.
On Char, it was quiet. Too quiet. They'd returned here last week, on the Overmind's orders. And given the strength of their forces, they'd eradicated the last trace amount of Terran forces days ago. That left her nothing but the quiet of waiting, underlaid as it was with that rumbling of force and battle.
And that meant that Kerrigan was, for a lack of a better word, bored.
( River felt it, too. )
[ alternate POV on the events of the very last mission of StarCraft. This is where it really gets interesting... la la NFI NFB OOC-OKAY ]
