Eyes of a Tragedy

It was getting dark, her arms were heavy of dragging all of this weaponry around all day, and Kerrigan had yet to encounter any kind of barracks or the like. She could've gone to the hotel, of course, but she wasn't exactly certain on the going rate for minerals on this particular world and she was loath to explore the possibility unless she absolutely had to.

( However, luck seemed to be on her side. )
She wandered by the bedrooms. Weird. Weird. ...Guns.

Guns. She grinned faintly - even if there may have been a sense of bitterness about the whole thing. Felt like home already.

[ establishy; 25 unicorn broken into with permission from mouthy_merc ]