07-16-2017, 10:57 PM
Sarah Kerrigan was a creature of biological perfection, a hybrid of the strongest genes humanity had ever put into one being, with all the tools the Zerg could put within her in order to aid her development. There was nothing she would call greater than herself, and few indeed that were her peers either intellectually or physically…
Yet as she strode forwards, she could feel the barest hints of these beings true natures eking from their mental states. From the large, skinless being she could feel an aura of dominance and power, a regality and fury that was shared, if a little more tempered, by the smaller, white and purple xenomorph she saw speaking with the… parasite, as it seemed to be. A symbiont, of some sort, an ooze that oozed bloodlust. Kerrigan had informed her smaller zerg to inform her - or rather, to come close enough that Kerrigan could use her telepathic abilities to extract their knowledge - should beings of interest arrive in this tier. Evidently, she had been correct to do so - whether these beings would become allies, enemies, or some other alignment in between to kerrigan, the steel she saw in most of these beings left it’s mark.
The only ‘odd one out’ was the one with the glasses, the short blonde… His energy felt strange to Kerrigan, and compared to the other two, his aura was less aggressive. A barrier of calm left Kerrigan unable to grasp what the being was thinking from psychic ability alone, and his stance was kept carefully neutral. While it was less obvious with this being than the others, the Queen of Blades also noted several abnormalities in the creature’s heart-beat, pulse, and blinking patterns.Quite possibly an altered form of human, potentially just a non-human being with a similar biological form. She would make sure to find out at some point.
Peers? Potentially.
Still, she had just strode boldly in front of several powerful beings, some of which might even be primes… It was time to introduce herself before she had an array of unpleasant things thrown in her face.
“Greetings.” the Infested Terran stated with a smile. “I am Kerrigan. A recent prime, and ruler of the zerg swarm.” she added, a pair of hydralisks making their way next to her as an “honor guard” of sorts. The two creatures stood passively by the woman, their cobra-like heads hunched and their scythelike hands pointed towards the ground. “Lord Zedd. I have heard tales about you since I came to this section of the omniverse. I believe we might mutually benefit from introductions. And your…” Kerrigan looked at the rest of the group for a very deliberate second, as her smile widened into a smirk. “Acquaintances seem to be equally interesting. Shall we have words?” the woman asked, folding her wings as she stretched out her hands in a symbol of pacifism. Her hydralisks, similarly, lowered their heads in deference to the beings in front of them, as they were commanded. Their queen had denoted them of greater status than they, and thus, they would bow. Not that Kerrigan's absolute psychic control of the monsters would ever have allowed them to think otherwise.
A group of violent, angry, inhuman creatures, most of which had blood on their hands or were complicit in it’s shedding. Where oh where was a group of this immense caliber during the assault on Darkshire?
Yet as she strode forwards, she could feel the barest hints of these beings true natures eking from their mental states. From the large, skinless being she could feel an aura of dominance and power, a regality and fury that was shared, if a little more tempered, by the smaller, white and purple xenomorph she saw speaking with the… parasite, as it seemed to be. A symbiont, of some sort, an ooze that oozed bloodlust. Kerrigan had informed her smaller zerg to inform her - or rather, to come close enough that Kerrigan could use her telepathic abilities to extract their knowledge - should beings of interest arrive in this tier. Evidently, she had been correct to do so - whether these beings would become allies, enemies, or some other alignment in between to kerrigan, the steel she saw in most of these beings left it’s mark.
The only ‘odd one out’ was the one with the glasses, the short blonde… His energy felt strange to Kerrigan, and compared to the other two, his aura was less aggressive. A barrier of calm left Kerrigan unable to grasp what the being was thinking from psychic ability alone, and his stance was kept carefully neutral. While it was less obvious with this being than the others, the Queen of Blades also noted several abnormalities in the creature’s heart-beat, pulse, and blinking patterns.Quite possibly an altered form of human, potentially just a non-human being with a similar biological form. She would make sure to find out at some point.
Peers? Potentially.
Still, she had just strode boldly in front of several powerful beings, some of which might even be primes… It was time to introduce herself before she had an array of unpleasant things thrown in her face.
“Greetings.” the Infested Terran stated with a smile. “I am Kerrigan. A recent prime, and ruler of the zerg swarm.” she added, a pair of hydralisks making their way next to her as an “honor guard” of sorts. The two creatures stood passively by the woman, their cobra-like heads hunched and their scythelike hands pointed towards the ground. “Lord Zedd. I have heard tales about you since I came to this section of the omniverse. I believe we might mutually benefit from introductions. And your…” Kerrigan looked at the rest of the group for a very deliberate second, as her smile widened into a smirk. “Acquaintances seem to be equally interesting. Shall we have words?” the woman asked, folding her wings as she stretched out her hands in a symbol of pacifism. Her hydralisks, similarly, lowered their heads in deference to the beings in front of them, as they were commanded. Their queen had denoted them of greater status than they, and thus, they would bow. Not that Kerrigan's absolute psychic control of the monsters would ever have allowed them to think otherwise.
A group of violent, angry, inhuman creatures, most of which had blood on their hands or were complicit in it’s shedding. Where oh where was a group of this immense caliber during the assault on Darkshire?