Eyes of a Tragedy

A few Zerglings. A well-placed battery. That's all Kerrigan needed: the base before her was completely overwhelmed by unexpected and sudden betrayal. The bodies littered the ground as she strode across the battlefield. One step at a time, her heels digging against the solid mud--

Clink.

She leaned down, picked up the communications device, and crushed it firmly within her palm. Six minutes.

The scrap hit the ground with the quiet snap of her wrist. River, she sent, Continue to attack. Their defenses won't last long.

( In fact, the Raider defenses were already starting to give. )

[[ post one of two; dialogue taken from StarCraft: Brood War Zerg mission 5, 'True Colors'. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! ]]

It was the dawn of a new time; perhaps an uncertain one. Fenix could not be sure of the progression of events from this point on, the UED driven from their world, the Terrans making their nest within their old homes.

The Terran Raynor seemed wary, still. Considering the Terran Mengsk's unholy alliance with the Zerg Queen - considering their own alliance with Kerrigan's broods - he could not blame the Terran for his worries and his bitter mutterings.

The ground dented lightly under the feet of Fenix's large exoskeleton. While he longed to one day feel the air with his own skin again, the metal kind that he'd been granted had settled him. His steps took him past the bounds of their camp, into the few untainted wastes this planet still had to offer.

Even so, he could see the evidence of yesterday's battle piled up across the scenery, moreso the further he went.

[[ for River. ]]