on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: keeping an eye on things)
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.

[[ open! ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan ghost: strained)
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 ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: fierce)
Oh, Kerrigan had felt that annoying Protoss presence slipping onto the island that morning. No, it wasn't that she wasn't aware.

It was that she didn't care. Not yet. Not unless the Dark Templar was planning to show up and ruin her office hours, when she ran the risk of dealing with some very interesting guests. It'd be typical, mind, but she was in no mood to tolerate self-righteous blathering and waving around of psi-blades.

Her office was spartan. Her bearing was calm. The Queen of Blades was ready to face any horrors Parents' Weekend would try to throw at her -- and their little warrior, too.

[[ open! ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: jaded smoke)
Normally, Kerrigan blocked out the chatter of Zerg, left it to the back of her mind, or didn't tap into it at all. But today they were involved in an... interesting excavation, and so she was more than averagely distracted.

She was still at her desk, though, knowing full well she should be taking regular office hours. Her expression, though, was endlessly distant, as if she was staring not just through the wall, but through the entire school and the geography ahead.

[[ open! ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: is dangerous)
It was a whole big, beautiful new semester, wasn't it?

The intel she was gathering here was already proving to be very interesting indeed; but today, Kerrigan was busy with other things. Drafting up class plans with her hands, her mind was high up and away, poking through her own troop movements.

She was certain the entire galaxy was wondering what the hell had happened to the Zerg, pulling away at the moment they could have claimed total victory. They didn't fully comprehend what was going on, which was fine with her... For now.

[[ open! ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: oh *really*?)
Kerrigan supposed she should be spending some time in the office. So to speak. After the work of the past few weeks, she was finding herself a little... distracted.

A lot of buzz on the homefront. So to speak.

So while for all intents and purposes, she looked like she was nursing a cup of coffee over a laptop, she was in fact elsewhere entirely, mind drifting towards her charges. That didn't mean she wouldn't be back to Earth the moment anyone stepped through her open door.

[[ and is open ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: shocked)
Dude. Dude. So last week, the first installment of StarCraft II came out after twelve freaking years, and obviously we own it now. And dude. Duuude. There is so much awesome in my new canon. SO MUCH. (Dude: Flimic rendition of the Battle of New Gettysburg at last. This could've been useful back when I played it out)

But but but how it ends, dude.

Dude. There are spoilers under here. DUDE. )

... composing myself now, back to your regularily scheduled programming, etc.
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: sleeps)
Where the Queen of Blades usually slept, upstairs in a bedroom taken haughtily from her fellow tenants, there was now a little pile of blankets. Underneath them was a girl, twenty-something years old, curled up into the foetal position. She had her hands pressed to her chest.

She was sobbing quietly. The covers shook a little under the motion of it-- and the sound she produced was desperate, ragged, and very, very human. Somewhere in her psyche, an alien queen slept soundly, burrowed far away from the surface.

Eventually, her alarm rang, emitting the dulcet tones of a good Kenny Rogers number.

[[ open for housemates, sure ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: on phone)
Examining the bigger picture again hadn't seemed to stop whatever human part of Sarah Kerrigan's mind was still questing. It had been nearly a week since the last time she gave in, and now she was sitting there again, staring at a website on her screen.

Years ago, she and Harriet had gone down to London to find a solution to the angels problem. They'd spoken to a lot of government officials at the time, and... Well.

She closed her eyes, brushed her fingertips over her eyelids, and gave in to human weakness. Touched the numbers of the first familiar name she found into the phone, and called.

The voice that answered was crisp, professional, and possessed of a strong Welsh accent. )

Something tiny and human curled up in Sarah Kerrigan's body, then dissolved. She sighed, tension seeping out of her body, and shut her eyes. She slumped back.

It only lasted a minute.

Then her body language straightened itself out, and she sat up. Right. That-- issue was out of the way.

[[ co-written with the awesome [livejournal.com profile] notquitewright, details of phone call NFB, and open ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: is dangerous)
She still had the piece of paper on her after class. If Kerrigan was inclined to be honest with herself, she'd had it with her for a while now. It was starting to get ridiculous: she should be no more vulnerable to stupid human sentimentalities than an armored truck should be to a small pebble on the way.

And still...

She sighed. Perhaps if she dialed the number, it would put that pesky feeling to rest, and she could continue on with her plans. She picked up the phone and went through the old routine of getting a line off the island - it almost made her feel... nostalgic.

Finally, she could put through the number-- and waited, forcing away the ridiculous anticipation in her belly.

We're sorry, a voice droned on the other end of the line, the number you have dialed is not currently in use. If you'd--

She threw down the reciever. Disconnected. Okay. Fine. It wasn't like she cared about it. She tossed the note at the trash can, and told herself that this meant the whole affair was over and done with. Back to reality. Etcetera.

The distressing thing was that she wasn't sure whether she actually believed that.

[[ open! ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: jacket over shoulder)
It'd been a desperately long time since the last time Kerrigan found herself in an office such as this. Her expression twitched slightly with the memory of her twisted mess of human feelings the last time she was there. Then she opened the door in full, and observed the desolate room in front of her.

A desk, a chair, and a bookcase.

And a computer that seemed more ancient than the last time she was here. She decided to chalk that up to faulty human memory. She took a seat, and stretched. It wasn't time yet to take the computer apart - she could always adjust the settings... later.

She made a quick mental note to take up communications with River soon, then stretched leisurely in her chair. Mhm.

[[ open hours! ]]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: looking down on you)
The Overlord set her down a little while out of anyone's view. She slipped free of its tendrils with ease, sliding down until her feet hit the ground. Assessed her position. It was definitely Fandom: the trees and the architecture were as she remembered them.

This will do, Kerrigan spoke, and dismissed the creature. She'd be landlocked for a while, but not out of range for a transport.

Now.

She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Bones slipped away out of view. The strange shading of her limbs faded away, and her skin and hair evened out. Part-illusion, par-a real shifting of bone and tissue; the wings were the last to fade from view, pulled close and minimized, obscured.

A few minutes later, her package of Terran clothes unpacked and applied, she was walking onto a very familiar street -- with a very familiar house. Her old landlord's place... might as well pay Deadpool a visit... play good neighbours...

She was only slightly surprised when she forced her way in and found the house to be abandoned.

Hm.

[[ for they who know who they be ]]
on_her_korhal: (qob: sorrow)
It had been a scant few hours since Kerrigan's victory on that platform above Char. A fleet of Mutalisks and Scourges broke loose from it, and soared off into space, chasing the retreating UED fleet.

Scattered across worlds, the Zerg pricked up their ears. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay; taken from the amazing epilogue to StarCraft: Brood War, which I could literally quote by heart at age 15. Aaanyway. ]]
on_her_korhal: (qob: sorrow)
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 ]]
on_her_korhal: (qob: back)
Kerrigan's eyes were narrowed. The input data on her screen was troubling, at best. A real pain in the ass, at worst.

Oh, how little webs attract big spiders...

"River," she intoned, and didn't wait to see if the girl was listening to her. Of course she was. "Our scouts have just identified three seperate fleets approaching this platform."

A pause.

"Duran has disappeared. Most of our forces are still stuck on the surface of the planet."

[[ for River. will contain dialogue from the StarCraft Zerg mission 'Omega'. ]]
on_her_korhal: (qob: face)
"You have corrupted her! Somehow you have poisoned her thoughts. Restore her to her rightful self, or you will pay dearly for this offense, Kerrigan!"

Zeratul's indignance, his anguish had been delicious, once he'd found what Kerrigan had done to his Matriarch. Had done a long time ago.

"With her as my puppet I was able to eradicate the Renegades on Shakuras, and use you to kill the Overmind. And as you can see, your leader belongs to me now. Not bad, huh?"

So maybe gloating had been a little... much. If she hadn't, then she might not have had to chase Zeratul's hide across Char all these weeks. You could say what you wanted about the Protoss, but they certainly knew how to make things difficult.

Like stealing the Matriarch from Kerrigan even after it had become pathetically obvious that she was beyond redeeming. Honestly, the one thing Kerrigan disliked about being here rather than in a Terran colony or on Fandom was the lack of a decent brand of aspirin.

Anyway, weeks of searching, and that brought Kerrigan to this point: with River at her side, amidst the ruins of a Protoss base, facing Zeratul as he clutched on to the stasis cell that held his wounded Matriarch.

"Damn you, Kerrigan, for what I must do!" the Dark Templar's psionic voice spat.

Great. Theatrics. The Protoss did always know how to make a scene.

Advil, anyone?

[[ for the girl ]]
on_her_korhal: (qob: looking up)
Kerrigan smiled briefly at her gathered minions. It was a rough, twisted thing, but it was honest. It wouldn't be long now until her campaign was done with-- and she could finally turn her attention to other realms.

For now, though...

"The time is finally upon us, my minions, to destroy the wretched Overmind and the last of its renegade Cerebrates." She let that echo for a moment or two. "We can count on the UED providing us with heavy resistance, but not even they can stand in our way. Now that the Matriarch, Raszagal is in my custody, I possess the means to attack the Overmind with impunity."

Confused murmuring was felt throughout the Swarm.

It was Duran who spoke first. "My Queen," he said, warily, "We can't kill a Cerebrate. We don't have the means."

[[ for river ]]
on_her_korhal: (qob: back)
She had been tempted to finally follow up on one of those Fandom invitation beacons. But no. Not today. Today, Kerrigan had... more important plans. She'd shelve this one for next time.

"I have some unfinished business with the Dark Templar Matriarch, Raszagal," she mused, glancing down at the planet below through the thick surface of the viewscreen. Her heel tapped against the floor. "I'll need to steal her from her tribe before we can finally assault the Overmind on Char. However, her defenders will not simply allow us to take her away."

She glanced over her shoulder at Duran.

"The pylon clusters are generating some sort of electromagnetic field that is preventing our flyers from maneuvering," he supplied, frowning. "We won't have any air support at all."

That... wasn't good. She would've sent mutalisks and overlords if she'd had the chance.

"Then we'll need some new strategy."

Thankfully, Duran stepped up. "Perhaps it would be best if we staged some kind of diversion, my Queen, and claimed the Matriarch during the confusion."

Kerrigan nodded. "What did you have in mind?" she drawled, turning.

"The Protoss outpost of Talematros is built upon a large mesa and is essentially impregnable to ground attacks." Duran traced the lines of the city on the map before him with one finger. "However, Talematros is fueled and supported by a number of adjacent pylon clusters." He stabbed at the area in question. "I believe that if we can cause a surge within those pylon clusters, we can cause Talematros' power grids to overload. The resulting explosion will be the perfect cover for retrieving the Matriarch."

This... was not as wasted an opportunity as she had feared it would be. A smile spread across Kerrigan's features. She paced towards the map.

"Clean, simple, devious," she mused. "I like it." Her eyes snapped up to Duran. "Call in River. Get her out there."

Duran blanched. "My Queen, I think it would be best if I--"

"Bullshit," she said, "We obviously need your tactical brain up here."

With a frown, Duran bowed. "My Queen. I will alert River immediately."

"Good," she said, and flicked her eyes sideways, towards another screen. "Cerebrate. You'll be offering support while River does her thing. Get to it."

[[ for her who is here. also, kerrigan: now has her own metal song ]]
on_her_korhal: (qob: back)
"My Queen, our scouts have just discovered a massive wave of Zerg in high orbit. Hundreds of Zerg have landed upon Tarsonis and are even now approaching our location! A number of our outposts are already under attack by the renegade Swarm!"

Duran's report came quick, in the heavy staccato of his Zerg-modulated voice. Kerrigan's expression scrounged up. Of course. She could not have expected to rest longer than she had.

"So, the UED is testing out their control of their pet Overmind," she said, thoughtfully. "I had hoped to lay low after we razed Korhal, but it seems the UED is intent on forcing my hand." She turned away from the screen, dismissing Duran without as much as a word.

He was a capable field commander, but she was going to need someone more precise for this job. "River," she called, "Report to my Hive at once."

[[ for the river-child, dialogue taken from StarCraft Brood War mission Z06, 'Fury of the Swarm' ]]

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