Space Platform Above Char, Sunday

[on_her_korhal]

It had been a gruelling three-day battle. Three seperate fleets against what few forces still lingered on this platform. But it had, eventually, ended. Or to put it better: it was currently ending.

There were bodies strewn over the platform. Protoss. Terrans. A few Zerg here and there.

But the victor was obvious.

"Kerrigan, I am prepared to offer terms of surrender." At last, DuGalle looked defeated. No longer patronizing. No longer in control. It had been a long, long time, and a long long road for Kerrigan to get here, but finally. "It is my wish that you allow my men to live--"

She interrupted.

"You're not in a position to offer me anything, Admiral."

It had been a long, long time. Since she'd first wanted to say that to someone. To someone like the Admiral. To someone like Mengsk, to someone like Rumm.

She'd finally gotten to say it.

"And I don't take prisoners. I'll tell you what... Turn your remaining ships around and start heading back towards the Earth."

She enjoyed the shock on his face.

But there was also something that twinged. Something painful. She frowned a little. Forced it to leave her.

"I'll let you have a head start, before I send the Swarms after you. It'll be interesting sport to see how far you get before you die."

She shut off the communicator before she could get a response. This was it. The end. What she had always strived for.

It felt... empty.

An anticlimax.

She stood before the viewscreen and watched.

Space remained quiet.

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken from the very last StarCraft: Brood War mission ]]