on_her_korhal | Entries tagged with duran

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 ]]

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 ]]

"You have all performed superbly."

Hyperion was hardly neutral ground, but there were enough members of different factions here to make it... safe. Kerrigan's heels clicked against the metal plating, leaving an echo of something tinny and unnatural bouncing around the room.

( Especially you, Fenix. )

"My Queen?" Duran asked, respectfully, his arms crossed lightly behind his back in his ready position. "Mengsk has taken his forces down to reestablish a foothold in the city of Augustgrad. He appears to be taking back his reigns."

Kerrigan turned her head. Her mouth curled into a ready smirk, half-meant, half-edged with bitter loathing. "Hope he knows about the Booth tactic," she said, her voice flooding with irony, and paced past the infested Terran into her chambers.

[[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. most dialogue taken from StarCraft Zerg mission 4, 'The Liberation of Korhal' ]]

"My Queen."

Duran's voice ran as a niggling interruption of Kerrigan's own thoughts, disconnected as they had been. River had returned safely and in one piece, but she had known better than to expect that the visit hadn't thrown her for a loop. There was also the matter of Adama, of course-- eventually, she was going to have to find him... but not until after the slaughter had completed. And right now, it seemed to run in some danger of ever being completed.

( She blinked once... )

Barely five minutes into his explanation, she was already barking River's name across the mindlink.

Sarah Kerrigan was really getting tired of these motherfucking rebel Zerg in her motherfucking sector.

[ for the infested adopted daughter ]

Stukov had been disposed of with DuGalle's own help. Now, the Earthlings approached Char, and the fledgeling Overmind that had been brought to life there by the other Cerebrates. The new Overmind had been Kerrigan's target all along - even up here, she could feel its mental forces reaching out, trying to claim her.

( But Kerrigan was stronger than that. )

[ some dialogue taken from StarCraft: Brood War Terran Mission 8, 'To Chain The Beast'. and we're done with the terran missions! ooc-okaaay. ]

The UED was going to get winged badly in just a few minutes' time. Kerrigan was proud of her handiwork. She was starting to get the hang of this, of directing a grander and grander swarm, as more Zerg came into her control.

Soon, she'd have to deal with the remaining cerebrates. As it stood, she was perched on the edge of yet another victory. Right now, somewhere down there, in that Science Vessel, UED marines were seeking out the supposed traitor Stukov. The good UED Admiral's former right hand.

Quite possibly the cleverest man the Admiral had had under his employ, and the Admiral was going to get him out of Kerrigan's way himself. It was a pretty bit of strategy. Especially considering her Duran had been chosen to do the job himself - which meant they got a play-by of events as they unfolded.

Nothing left to do but watch the Earthlings tear themselves apart.

"It won't be long now, River," she said, and trailed her hand down one of the Overlord's jagged bones.

[ for river, if she pleases! ]

"Report, Duran."

She was strolling along the hybridization station at a leisurely pace - once a Terran command center, now a home for the armies of the Zerg, it was packed with the living, breathing bodies of men and women yet to be put to the test. So far, all of them had either died or become mindless shadows of themselves, but Kerrigan was intent on perfecting the process.

"The UED has taken the bait, my Queen." The infested Terran's raspy voice - Duran was the second and last of her hybrid successes, barring herself - was rather clear and to-the-point in her mind. "I have now joined their forces as a respected advisor and expert on the territory."

"That was easy," she commented, "The UED is sloppier than I expected. How's the ranks?"

"Admiral DuGalle is close with his right hand man, Stukov," he said, "But they're pompous and arrogant. It may only take some paranoia."

She nodded thoughtfully, leaning her hand against one of the breathing walls that had once been pure steel. "And what of their plans?"

"They want to 'liberate' some of the Terran Dominion's battlecruisers."

"Arcturus will launch a counter-attack almost immediately," she supplied, tilting her head at the Terran inside the cage. "Within sixteen standard hours. They'll reinforce the outlying outposts. Make sure that information gets to our new friend the Admiral."

"Of course," he replied.

"That'll be all, Duran." She took a deep breath.

Inside, the Terran screamed; and Kerrigan felt, as always, another peculiar twinge in her heart: loneliness, maybe.

She was starting to grow weary.

[ 'stablishy, la ]

Eyes of a Tragedy

Easily amused, huh?

Entries tagged with duran

Kerrigan's Base of Operations, Char, Sunday

Shakuras, Saturday

The Battlecruiser Hyperion, In Orbit Around Korhal

Kerrigan's Fortress, Tarsonis, Koprulu Sector, Monday

Overlord over Char, Afternoon

Zerg Overlord in Transit to Braxis, Morning

Kerrigan's Mobile Headquarters, Koprulu Sector, Tuesday Morning

Profile

2025

Syndicate

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags