Office Hours, Friday

Oh, Kerrigan had felt that annoying Protoss presence slipping onto the island that morning. No, it wasn't that she wasn't aware.

It was that she didn't care. Not yet. Not unless the Dark Templar was planning to show up and ruin her office hours, when she ran the risk of dealing with some very interesting guests. It'd be typical, mind, but she was in no mood to tolerate self-righteous blathering and waving around of psi-blades.

Her office was spartan. Her bearing was calm. The Queen of Blades was ready to face any horrors Parents' Weekend would try to throw at her -- and their little warrior, too.

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