Moria, Koprulu Sector
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on_her_korhal"You boys should really learn to play nice with each other."
"Nearly. I still need a substantial cache of resources in order to build up my primary hive clusters. I'm wondering if you gentlemen wouldn't mind going on a fuel raid for me?"
"I'm thinking that we should pay the Kel-Morian Combine a little visit. Moria is one of the largest resource nodes in the sector. If you can bypass their defenses, and steal enough resources from them, we'll be able to afford a full-scale assault on Korhal."
Kerrigan smiled a razor-sharp smile as she shut off the comms.
"Do you think they expect anything, my Queen?" Duran asked, respectful as always.
"Of course," she said, "They aren't stupid. They're simply siding with the evil they know over the evil they don't... they just don't know what it'll cost."
---
Down on Moria, in the deep dark sludge, he laid bare and bleeding. His gun had been cast off a while ago, his armor demolished, but his spirit was still strong. He crawled over the soil, through the deep trenches, once he'd found the energy to move.
He was sure one of his buddies had been stationed here this morning. Find him, and get a ride back, figure out who the mineral thieves are and strike them down with all the force of the Combine. At least, that's how command would spin it. He, himself, wasn't so sure.
He was just a low-level. Revenge didn't bother him, or a loss of resources. He just needed the payroll to take care of his wife and hope she was finally going to give him and get him a kid, or something. He didn't care about rebels, or invading forces, or aliens. Couldn't give a shit.
Idly, she struck down with one wing, quick and effective, piercing his heart and putting an end to it. The story twinged a little, but not nearly enough. She'd heard it a thousand times before.
Instead, Kerrigan looked to the skies, and to the moons, and the ships that crossed through the skies with her minerals.
"The world is not enough," she hummed, stalking through the wastelands with quick, pointed steps, "But it is such a perfect place to start, my love..."
Behind her, she could hear his thoughts peter out.
---
("It is difficult to believe that I am working alongside my greatest enemy in order to save this sector. Fortune has been whimsical of late." The Protoss known as Fenix sighs within his metal shell.
"You sound like a tired old man, Fenix!" Jimmy laughs, shooting his old wingman - affectionate, that - an impish grin. You should try and picture a big ol' Protoss in an exoskeleton wandering into a bar. Classic.
"Don't let the fact that I am three hundred and sixty eight years older than you dull your impression of me, young Raynor. I can still... how do you Terrans say it..."
Well, screw him if Fenix's mental voice doesn't echo his grin.
"Throw down with the best of them!"
"I stand corrected." Jimmy snickers again. "You've been hangin' with me for too long. Some people might say I'm a bad influence."
"You are as whimsical as fortune could ever aspire to be, Raynor."
"Sure." Jimmy chews on his cigar, and considers the minerals as they get driven into his command center.
Fenix sighs again. "I prefer large scale battles over these covert missions. My heart longs for the epic struggles of my youth, to go into battle alongside my Protoss brethren again. Ah, but time will tell all things."
"Just this once," Jimmy assures him. "Just this once, and we'll back up where we belong - if Kerrigan keeps her word.")
---
Jimmy contacted her over the comms for a brief interlude.
"We got the minerals," he said, "Or most of 'em, anyway. Now what's your game?"
"Yesterday, you let me down, the only friend I thought I found..."
"Kerrigan? Answer me."
"If this happened to me ten years ago, I'd made sure that you'd be six feet underground."
"Are you singing? You threatening me?"
"Oh, no-- Tell me, why don't you love me the way you used to?"
"What the f--"
"For every other happy fool, disloyalty will come for you. Lights go out on your own, so much for pretending."
"Is this about-- What the hell, Kerrigan?"
"So now we have an understanding." Kerrigan's mouth curled up, because she couldn't say no to the singing, to the words, but she could spin them as they should be. "Let's just rock and roll-- I might as well have a little fun... Baby, you inspire, it's the way we carry on."
"Kerrigan--"
Click.
---
"Kerrigan, we have reached our resource quota, and will be returning to Tarsonis."
The Protoss - Fenix, was it? - had a powerful mental voice. Kerrigan smirked to herself, and turned to look at her own personal bounty. Several Terran command centres, infested, ready to generate their little suicide bombers.
Defective infestations. The usual for a regular human being. If she was lucky, one or two on board might've shown promise towards a succesful infestation. So far, her luck wasn't working in her favour.
"My Queen?"
She leaned over the railing.
"People like us know how to survive," she mused, with a light touch of a song, a lilt, as it were, dark and drawling. "There's no point in living if you can't feel the life..."
For once, Duran was... hesitant. She'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. But the comms are down, and they should stay down, until this fragment of something - this drift faded.
She'd experienced this once before.
"We know when to kiss and we know when to kill."
But that was another life, and one that was a great deal more... conflicted. Of life, and of purpose. She thought of another man's blood on her claws and it worked just fine.
But there are some... other men... she needed to see to. When the time came. Powerful men. Arcturus and Jimmy, sure, but they were shards of their former selves, and perfectly in control under her little fingers.
The UED fleet, though. DuGalle...
She chewed on her lip. A human habit.
"If I can't have it all... then nobody will..."
[[ some dialogue stolen from StarCraft BroodWar Zerg mission 3, 'The Kel-Morian Combine'. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, the usual ]]
"Nearly. I still need a substantial cache of resources in order to build up my primary hive clusters. I'm wondering if you gentlemen wouldn't mind going on a fuel raid for me?"
"I'm thinking that we should pay the Kel-Morian Combine a little visit. Moria is one of the largest resource nodes in the sector. If you can bypass their defenses, and steal enough resources from them, we'll be able to afford a full-scale assault on Korhal."
Kerrigan smiled a razor-sharp smile as she shut off the comms.
"Do you think they expect anything, my Queen?" Duran asked, respectful as always.
"Of course," she said, "They aren't stupid. They're simply siding with the evil they know over the evil they don't... they just don't know what it'll cost."
---
Down on Moria, in the deep dark sludge, he laid bare and bleeding. His gun had been cast off a while ago, his armor demolished, but his spirit was still strong. He crawled over the soil, through the deep trenches, once he'd found the energy to move.
He was sure one of his buddies had been stationed here this morning. Find him, and get a ride back, figure out who the mineral thieves are and strike them down with all the force of the Combine. At least, that's how command would spin it. He, himself, wasn't so sure.
He was just a low-level. Revenge didn't bother him, or a loss of resources. He just needed the payroll to take care of his wife and hope she was finally going to give him and get him a kid, or something. He didn't care about rebels, or invading forces, or aliens. Couldn't give a shit.
Idly, she struck down with one wing, quick and effective, piercing his heart and putting an end to it. The story twinged a little, but not nearly enough. She'd heard it a thousand times before.
Instead, Kerrigan looked to the skies, and to the moons, and the ships that crossed through the skies with her minerals.
"The world is not enough," she hummed, stalking through the wastelands with quick, pointed steps, "But it is such a perfect place to start, my love..."
Behind her, she could hear his thoughts peter out.
---
("It is difficult to believe that I am working alongside my greatest enemy in order to save this sector. Fortune has been whimsical of late." The Protoss known as Fenix sighs within his metal shell.
"You sound like a tired old man, Fenix!" Jimmy laughs, shooting his old wingman - affectionate, that - an impish grin. You should try and picture a big ol' Protoss in an exoskeleton wandering into a bar. Classic.
"Don't let the fact that I am three hundred and sixty eight years older than you dull your impression of me, young Raynor. I can still... how do you Terrans say it..."
Well, screw him if Fenix's mental voice doesn't echo his grin.
"Throw down with the best of them!"
"I stand corrected." Jimmy snickers again. "You've been hangin' with me for too long. Some people might say I'm a bad influence."
"You are as whimsical as fortune could ever aspire to be, Raynor."
"Sure." Jimmy chews on his cigar, and considers the minerals as they get driven into his command center.
Fenix sighs again. "I prefer large scale battles over these covert missions. My heart longs for the epic struggles of my youth, to go into battle alongside my Protoss brethren again. Ah, but time will tell all things."
"Just this once," Jimmy assures him. "Just this once, and we'll back up where we belong - if Kerrigan keeps her word.")
---
Jimmy contacted her over the comms for a brief interlude.
"We got the minerals," he said, "Or most of 'em, anyway. Now what's your game?"
"Yesterday, you let me down, the only friend I thought I found..."
"Kerrigan? Answer me."
"If this happened to me ten years ago, I'd made sure that you'd be six feet underground."
"Are you singing? You threatening me?"
"Oh, no-- Tell me, why don't you love me the way you used to?"
"What the f--"
"For every other happy fool, disloyalty will come for you. Lights go out on your own, so much for pretending."
"Is this about-- What the hell, Kerrigan?"
"So now we have an understanding." Kerrigan's mouth curled up, because she couldn't say no to the singing, to the words, but she could spin them as they should be. "Let's just rock and roll-- I might as well have a little fun... Baby, you inspire, it's the way we carry on."
"Kerrigan--"
Click.
---
"Kerrigan, we have reached our resource quota, and will be returning to Tarsonis."
The Protoss - Fenix, was it? - had a powerful mental voice. Kerrigan smirked to herself, and turned to look at her own personal bounty. Several Terran command centres, infested, ready to generate their little suicide bombers.
Defective infestations. The usual for a regular human being. If she was lucky, one or two on board might've shown promise towards a succesful infestation. So far, her luck wasn't working in her favour.
"My Queen?"
She leaned over the railing.
"People like us know how to survive," she mused, with a light touch of a song, a lilt, as it were, dark and drawling. "There's no point in living if you can't feel the life..."
For once, Duran was... hesitant. She'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. But the comms are down, and they should stay down, until this fragment of something - this drift faded.
She'd experienced this once before.
"We know when to kiss and we know when to kill."
But that was another life, and one that was a great deal more... conflicted. Of life, and of purpose. She thought of another man's blood on her claws and it worked just fine.
But there are some... other men... she needed to see to. When the time came. Powerful men. Arcturus and Jimmy, sure, but they were shards of their former selves, and perfectly in control under her little fingers.
The UED fleet, though. DuGalle...
She chewed on her lip. A human habit.
"If I can't have it all... then nobody will..."
[[ some dialogue stolen from StarCraft BroodWar Zerg mission 3, 'The Kel-Morian Combine'. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, the usual ]]
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