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 ( Read more... )

Kerrigan crushed the hand of some hapless dead Protoss under her sharp heel without even looking twice. The field was full of bodies, and for once, their deaths weren't even on her - mostly non-existent - conscience. No, two groups of Protoss had fought here recently ( Read more... )

Kerrigan was packing.

Oh, she didn't need to, but she had a feeling the squirrels - those little rodents - would be spying on her. She could have sent them skittering away, of course, but right now it was an opportunity to prove to Anakin that she really was doing as she had said. As a human ( Read more... )

Fandom still held some surprises after all, as it turned out.

A certain young blonde telepath had shown up on Kerrigan's doorstep last night. That... had been a surprise. On the other hand, she had mused, it was almost as if the island were actively trying to cast its more talented inhabitants into her lap. Far be it from her to look a gift horse ( Read more... )

It was getting harder and harder to keep her focus on Fandom at all, but this week-- this week she finally found the impulse to come down to her office and at least pretend to be working. Said pretending came down to running more simulations of protoss brain functions on the ludicrously outdated computer Kerrigan had sitting on her desk ( Read more... )

If there was anything Kerrigan's little voyage back home last week had proven, it was that plans were starting to get moving at a speed that, while promising, meant her time here would soon be at an end. She had gathered important intelligence and done up an enormous amount of interesting ideas -- it might be worthwhile to try and get some tissue ( Read more... )

Office hours... office hours ( Read more... )

It had been a while since Kerrigan last spent time in her office. Not that she really cared one way or the other, but it had been a good place to acquire intel on any visiting students... and the situation back in Koprulu had calmed down enough that she didn't have to spend most of her time telepathically instructing River from afar ( Read more... )

Kerrigan had specifically instructed River to get her one of those smaller, modified dropships the Dominion had been flying around lately. At the very least, it'd catch people's attention a little less than the Overlords she usually used for transportation ( Read more... )

Yesterday's meeting with River was still fresh in Kerrigan's mind. As a result, she was... thoughtful, and maybe a little distracted, adding what had been spoken about in class yesterday to her memories of the images she had been picking up over the past year or so ( Read more... )