Zerg Staging Grounds on Char, Friday
My Queen. We are ready.
Was that a hint of impatience she sensed in her underling's thoughts? Kerrigan would hope not. I know, she sent back, leaning back on her living throne. Patience. The time is almost at hand.
Yes. That was definitely a burble of impatience. Surely the burst of psychic pain she just sent in its direction would put it off its foolish independent track. Yes, they were hungry. Yes, they were ready. But a campaign like this required a... special kind of patience: the patience to wait until the humans themselves let go and, to put it indelicately... fucked up.
She played idly with the old hunk of iron in her hand. A phone. She had left it resting somewhere in the back of a cave for a long time, for it wasn't needed. But with their march up ahead, it was time to get it back out.
Who knew what kind of help she might need?
[[ can be open for she who also lives here or calls! I'm tired of waiting for Blizzard. ]]
Was that a hint of impatience she sensed in her underling's thoughts? Kerrigan would hope not. I know, she sent back, leaning back on her living throne. Patience. The time is almost at hand.
Yes. That was definitely a burble of impatience. Surely the burst of psychic pain she just sent in its direction would put it off its foolish independent track. Yes, they were hungry. Yes, they were ready. But a campaign like this required a... special kind of patience: the patience to wait until the humans themselves let go and, to put it indelicately... fucked up.
She played idly with the old hunk of iron in her hand. A phone. She had left it resting somewhere in the back of a cave for a long time, for it wasn't needed. But with their march up ahead, it was time to get it back out.
Who knew what kind of help she might need?
[[ can be open for she who also lives here or calls! I'm tired of waiting for Blizzard. ]]