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on_her_korhalBack to Char. That had been the Overmind's grand plan for her. Back to hunting straggling Terrans who were already hopelessly lost on the planet's volcanic surface.
If she were the type, she would have bristled. As it was, she was merely taking a short walk before entering the Overlord that would take her and River right back there. The idea of 'walks' was alien to the Zerg, of course. Most of them didn't even have the minds to conceive of such a thing.
She enjoyed them thoroughly.
She was already several long strides on her way back when she sensed the other presence, and halted. Something... shrouded. That was strange. Alien, even to her perception. "Who--?"
And suddenly, the Protoss stood before her. Darker. Bluer along the edges, and shrouded. "So you are the abomination," it-- no, she-- spoke calmly. "Very well."
"Come to keep me company?" Kerrigan asked, claws springing to life before the sentence had crawled out of her mouth.
"I am here to squash you, much like the rest of your kind," the Protoss returned, her eyes glowing a bright blue. "I am Raszagal, but you may call me your end. I will not have this travesty festering upon the home of my lighter bretheren."
"Well, Raszagal," Kerrigan almost hummed. This would be interesting. "You really got a way with words..."
If she were the type, she would have bristled. As it was, she was merely taking a short walk before entering the Overlord that would take her and River right back there. The idea of 'walks' was alien to the Zerg, of course. Most of them didn't even have the minds to conceive of such a thing.
She enjoyed them thoroughly.
She was already several long strides on her way back when she sensed the other presence, and halted. Something... shrouded. That was strange. Alien, even to her perception. "Who--?"
And suddenly, the Protoss stood before her. Darker. Bluer along the edges, and shrouded. "So you are the abomination," it-- no, she-- spoke calmly. "Very well."
"Come to keep me company?" Kerrigan asked, claws springing to life before the sentence had crawled out of her mouth.
"I am here to squash you, much like the rest of your kind," the Protoss returned, her eyes glowing a bright blue. "I am Raszagal, but you may call me your end. I will not have this travesty festering upon the home of my lighter bretheren."
"Well, Raszagal," Kerrigan almost hummed. This would be interesting. "You really got a way with words..."
