A Backwater Planet, the Koprulu Sector, Tuesday Morning

[on_her_korhal]

Kerrigan crushed the hand of some hapless dead Protoss under her sharp heel without even looking twice. The field was full of bodies, and for once, their deaths weren't even on her - mostly non-existent - conscience. No, two groups of Protoss had fought here recently.

She wasn't entirely sure why, but she had a hunch it had something to do with the artifacts this planet was rumored to hold. Ah, those trusty Xel'Naga - you could always count on them to cause a good fight.

"What we were looking for here," she had to conclude, eventually, "Has already been taken."

The Hydralisk at her side turned its mindless eyes on her, goo dripping down onto her foot and sinking into the nurturing Creep below. It wouldn't be long, or much of the battlefield would be covered in it, and Kerrigan would be able to set up another base - another zerg stronghold too far out of the center of Koprulu to catch anyone's attention.

"Pity," she murmured.

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Of dangerous toys," Kerrigan said, "You're not of this dimension. You have no idea what these 'toys' can cause..."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"The safety of toys equals the safety of the games played with them."

She looked at Kerrigan with a tilted head.