Somewhere Among the Rocky Bits, Saturday Morning

Kerrigan could have let the little Protoss wait forever; it would've been hilarious, if nothing else. But... she also supposed he could become a problem in the long run, especially if he was planning to get in her way in the future.

So early on into the Saturday morning, she clambered up into the Rocky Bits, following her senses. There was an outcropping there, somewhere, with something that at least rudimentarily resembled a cave.

Yes, a cave. The Protoss were so horribly predictable.

[[ for me, myself and I! details of the conversation/fight = NFB, okay FB that Kerrigan met an old 'friend' in the rocky bits. thread contains minor spoilers for StarCraft 2: Wings of Liberty ]]

Office Hours, Saturday Afternoon

After that morning's meeting, Kerrigan was ... pensive.

She knew the rites of Parents' Weekend well enough to know she should be in her office for most of the weekend, and it was as good a place as any to be. Especially if she wanted to place a call to River later, and ensure that all the Protoss sacred sites they'd been in the process of... acquiring had enough brood to stop Zeratul if, for some reason, he found his way back to Koprulu.

Still, her human form felt like it fit her badly right now. She itched to send the extra human emotions back to the hell they'd come from. Itched for a fight.

But. Office hours.

The only way anyone could possibly tell what was on her mind was the incessant ticking of her pen against her desk.

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