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Kerrigan had been so gracious as to leave her visitors a nice room to arrive in, rather than the beautiful, dark breathing chambers of her Overlord. She had little time to waste, especially after last month, and so she cut to the chase as soon as the doors slid shut behind her guests. "The Psi Disrupter is causing me some very serious problems. Although I've regained control of my forces here, it's taking more and more concentration just to keep them in line."

( My heart's breaking for you, Kerrigan... )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, dialogue taken from StarCraft: Brood War Zerg Mission 2, 'Reign of Fire' ]]

Far above the fray, someone sat watching. Her long fingers rubbed idly over a Hydralisk's back, like it was a particularly gruesome dog. The structure breathed with comfort, one steady familiar heartbeat at a time. Much like hers.

Much like all of theirs.

( 'Cerebrate,' said the Queen of Blades. )

"Will that be all, my Queen?"

"Pick up River on the way. I'd like to see her up here before she gets redeployed."

"As you wish."

[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, la! based on events from StarCraft: Brood War Terran mission 6, 'Emperor's Flight' ]

Seated upon the creep, a Hydralisk's warmly breathing side against her palms, Kerrigan listened.

There was a turmoil in the Hive Mind, all the hallmarks of a war fought on Aiur, lightyears from here. The Protoss, struggling for the very existence of their species, of their home. It was a futile battle, of course. The Zerg's numbers were infinitely greater.

On Char, it was quiet. Too quiet. They'd returned here last week, on the Overmind's orders. And given the strength of their forces, they'd eradicated the last trace amount of Terran forces days ago. That left her nothing but the quiet of waiting, underlaid as it was with that rumbling of force and battle.

And that meant that Kerrigan was, for a lack of a better word, bored.

( River felt it, too. )

[ alternate POV on the events of the very last mission of StarCraft. This is where it really gets interesting... la la NFI NFB OOC-OKAY ]

Back to Char. That had been the Overmind's grand plan for her. Back to hunting straggling Terrans who were already hopelessly lost on the planet's volcanic surface.

If she were the type, she would have bristled. As it was, she was merely taking a short walk before entering the Overlord that would take her and River right back there. The idea of 'walks' was alien to the Zerg, of course. Most of them didn't even have the minds to conceive of such a thing.

She enjoyed them thoroughly.

She was already several long strides on her way back when she sensed the other presence, and halted. Something... shrouded. That was strange. Alien, even to her perception. "Who--?"

And suddenly, the Protoss stood before her. Darker. Bluer along the edges, and shrouded. "So you are the abomination," it-- no, she-- spoke calmly. "Very well."

"Come to keep me company?" Kerrigan asked, claws springing to life before the sentence had crawled out of her mouth.

"I am here to squash you, much like the rest of your kind," the Protoss returned, her eyes glowing a bright blue. "I am Raszagal, but you may call me your end. I will not have this travesty festering upon the home of my lighter bretheren."

"Well, Raszagal," Kerrigan almost hummed. This would be interesting. "You really got a way with words..."

She was bunched up in a corner of the room, one wing curled beneath her, the other shivering slightly up in the air. The voices had picked up in volume suddenly overnight, and now this-- this was all she could-- stupid stupid.

...Arise my... ... ... blades... over...

With a little twitch of a grimace on her face, Kerrigan failed to move. Beat this. Beat. This.

Even if she wasn't sure what 'this' was, or why it was keeping her from shaking it off, standing up, and getting her morning coffee.

A wingtip twitched.

[ establishy ]

She'd almost gotten the hang of it. Seated in the middle of the room-- couch long since shoved aside due to practical reasons-- Kerrigan watched the bone armor shift, retract, shape itself according to her will.

She could almost look human. Almost. Just-- the colours were off.

And then there were all the million things that seemed to be shifting under the surface. The shape of her hand vanished, rendered invisible. Like the cloak, except...

Without.

She was distantly aware she hadn't actually moved in at least a day, but she brushed the thought aside.

[ open for any visitors ]

She was looking a little lost in the middle of the empty hallway, the place she'd emptied some fifteen billion years ago. Kerrigan would've wrapped her arms around herself, but with the current state of--

She just didn't feel like it. She took a sharp breath, shot a look at the kitchen. Would her biology still allow for the usual? Or...

She stared warily at the edges of a wing. Crap. Crap.

[ open for one, plz ]

Eyes of a Tragedy

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