Outskirts of Augustgrad, Korhal, Koprulu Sector, Early Friday Morning

A few Zerglings. A well-placed battery. That's all Kerrigan needed: the base before her was completely overwhelmed by unexpected and sudden betrayal. The bodies littered the ground as she strode across the battlefield. One step at a time, her heels digging against the solid mud--

Clink.

She leaned down, picked up the communications device, and crushed it firmly within her palm. Six minutes.

The scrap hit the ground with the quiet snap of her wrist. River, she sent, Continue to attack. Their defenses won't last long.

( In fact, the Raider defenses were already starting to give. )

[[ post one of two; dialogue taken from StarCraft: Brood War Zerg mission 5, 'True Colors'. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! ]]

Augustgrad, Korhal, Koprulu Sector, Friday Morning

General Duke's tank rolled - no, thundered - across Augustgrad's street, full of pomp and arrogance. Much like the good general himself - especially at the times that Kerrigan had loathed him most. Now, though, she could almost picture a tremor of fear passing through all the nuts and bolts; not that the man would ever acknowledge it.

( A Story of Vengeance In Many Parts, the Second )

[[ two of two. Some dialogue taken from 'True Colors'. OOC-okay, woo ]]