on_her_korhal: (qob: back)
Her universe was coming apart.

For weeks now, Kerrigan had heard - felt her creatures as they were ripped from this universe. She had had to step in to keep troop movements from falling apart as they suddenly had to work around absences the other zerg could neither register nor comprehend.

But it was moving too fast.

Weeks, she had dodged and weaved and worked her little ploys to ensure the survival of the swarm-- and now Tarsonis was gone. In and of itself, it meant nothing to her: it was a terran planet, and not a zerg one.

But it meant that now they were in danger. And so as she watched the oddity crawl into being in the distance, all impenetrable clouds and utter nothingness, she took a step back. Towards the Xel'naga artifact. The same one that had gotten her to Fandom in the first place so many years ago.

She was the Swarm. As long as she lived, it survived.

"River."
on_her_korhal: (qob: sorrow)
The wedding was done with, and she was home. Or at least in that place that she'd been living in for almost a year now, where the bed and the nooks and the crannies had shaped themselves to her curves and the fridge ran over with ice cream.

When she opened the door, the first thing Kerrigan noticed was the static. The ordinary kind, the kind that hadn't been blaring in her mind since she was taken from Char: it was the transmitter.

She raced to get there, sitting down and slamming her first into the machine until it cleared up. "Jimmy?"

Another phone call. )

[ establishy, plz. ]
on_her_korhal: (starcraft: zerg)
And in goes the rescue brigade. )

[ and we are done! NFB & NFI due to distance, preplayed with the AWESOME [livejournal.com profile] stupid_toasters, [livejournal.com profile] moonbrain_tam and [livejournal.com profile] light_a_spark, OOC-okay, very very loosely based on the novel StarCraft: Queen of Blades (and less loosely based on the StarCraft mission said book is based on), thanks for dealing with us all week ]
on_her_korhal: (raynor & kerrigan: home sweet koprulu)
Flashes of blue lit up the air around them; the Protoss attacked, its blade thrumming with energy. It skimmed just past her armor-- little holes and almost-pain and adrenaline-- and then Kerrigan shot sideways, too fast to think, out of range, her C-10 came up--

The Protoss charged, again, but this time she was ready. )

[ NFI, NFB due to distance, OOC-welcome. *curls up* some dialogue taken from StarCraft Terran campaign mission 9, 'New Gettysburg' ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: looks up above)
It wasn't that Sarah Kerrigan wasn't used to waking up early, because she was.

It was waking up early to the sound of an alarm ticking away that put a new spin on things. She rushed out of bed, running into the nfb command room, checking sensors and screens.

The opportunity was there.

Within a few moments, she had her suit on and was fully armed, rushing out the door and into the streets.

[ for one person only ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: sees you coming)
Some people just didn't have a lot of 'thanks' in their lives.

Which is why, unlike a good chunk of the Fandom population, Kerrigan wasn't giving any tonight. She was in the kitchen instead, quietly sifting through her fridge to find enough materials to make something edible with.

The house was dark. As it usually was. Empty and quiet.

Almost like space. Just not quite.

She thought of Michael Liberty and Jim Raynor, talking on the Hyperion, and smiled -- a little bit -- at herself. Not with any particular joy, but with a rueful sense of place, affection for men she was starting to think she was likely never to see again.

[ wait for weetiny ocd of ocd UP. for one person in particular, with the exception of a certain sheriff who can visit at 10:00 or later if he waaants. up early because our timezone ROCKS yours ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: in game)
It had taken her a little time, but Kerrigan had found an old record player in town - it creaked and skipped, but that's what made it familiar. Besides, it meant she could play some of the few classic Earth records she'd found that she recognised. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed: the music was playing softly in the background of her bedroom (which still smelled of gun oil) as she composed a message on the recorder.


When the record player skipped to hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, she threw the voice recorder into the corner of the room, annoyed with herself beyond words. She rolled off the bed and stalked into the living room to place a call.

[ establishy/linkdrop; contents of message nfb ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: seriously?)
Over the past few days, Kerrigan had made a lot of progress. The hole in the roof had been fixed, some of the furniture had been shoved around to account for what she felt was a more efficient distribution of space, and one of the oddly-smelling bedrooms seemed to have vanished: there was a wall where it once was.

Or at least it looked like a wall, and that was all that mattered.

The only thing she hadn't managed to solve yet was the ball pit question, but she had full confidence she'd find a solution eventually. Maybe call in a little assistance (and only assistance, she could do the grunt work herself, thank you. It was just the logistics that bothered her). At the moment, she was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, Ghost visor pulled over her head, a few balls lying still by her feet. She fiddled with the wiring on some unidentifiable contraption, tapping a faint rhythm on the floor with her boot.

"Hey, Jimmy," she spoke into the device; paused, then repeated, "Jimmy, hey." She leaned over, dog tags jingling against the wires, "Hey, heroboy, this won't find you till I get home, but you've got no idea..."

[ open for anyone who said they'd bug kerrigan/wants to bug kerrigan. upcoming thread with [livejournal.com profile] mouthy_merc will come last chronologically yay timezones, get your shots in before and win a prize! metaphorically ]
on_her_korhal: (kerrigan: in game)
There was not supposed to be a platform here.

It had been sheer accident: a quick veer into abandoned space to get away from Confederate troops with an axe to grind. Rather than find empty space, however, they found this platform, this large, impossible space platform that held little trace of being previously occupied.

Well, except for the Warp Gate. It was kind of hard not to notice the Warp Gate. )

[ and thus we doth begin! ]

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