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"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 ]
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 ]
