01-18-2017, 08:57 AM
Skeletor. How the skull-faced warlock had ever gotten this far, Kerrigan didn't know. Perhaps he had some miraculous form of regeneration on his home planet... or perhaps his allies and enemies both were simply too incompetent to put down the boisterous fool. Kerrigan would have felt nothing but anger for the warlock's eager needling, if not for the fact that the man had proven useful if nothing else. Perhaps he'd been an unknowing pawn? Or had he died quite early indeed, his enemies disposing of him only for him to find himself regenerating within the omniverse.
Perhaps one day Kerrigan would ask him, as she slowly ripped his body apart, piece by tiny piece. She'd even offer to give him the sweet release of death that much quicker, if his tale was sufficiently amusing. If nothing else, she was sure the ridiculous wizard would grant her something funny, even in death.
That day was clearly far in the future, though, and while his disrespect rankled kerrigan, she had to admit his plan had some merit… though, Kerrigan mused, that was relative to their options. In truth, Kerrigan didn’t doubt that she’d have been able to create something of similar worth to the assault, in time… but that would have left her drained, and she required every bit of energy she could keep in her weakened state since coming to this new realm.
Even now, Kerrigan mused, she’d been forced to rely on others, such as Illidan and Skeletor, to assault a simple walled city that could have been destroyed by a few dozen zerglings.
If only she could create a stable hive cluster! Since coming to this place, while she’d been able to create zerglings and hydralisks with effort, something like an ultralisk or guardian was completely outside her grasp. Even with the new physics instituted by this realm, she was quite certain that even if she had a fraction of her previous creatures, Darkshire would have been taken by the time Stormrage had finished posturing with his army.
Instead, she was forced to rely on an elf who she was forced to work under as a subordinate, and a magician with the sense of a twelve-year old.
Nonetheless, Illidan had taken her strategy to heart, and began working unknowingly towards Kerrigan’s own plans for Darkshire. The plan was hardly without use to Illidan, of course - using the refugee streams, and planting her infested suicide bombers within them, she was certain she could make Darkshire’s life much harder; However, the main goal was to cripple Darkshire's outlying territories, and undermine the confidence their people had in the new military build-up that they had worked so tirelessly to create.
Smiling, she turned to Skeletor, as the faceless wizard began to work on his new construction. His disrespect was displeasing… but for now, he was willing assistance and even reasonably powerful. Perhaps, Kerrigan mused, she might make use of his services in the future.
“Skeletor, was it?” Kerrigan asked, only to get a hostile glance from the being. Clearly, the dislike was at least partly mutual.
“I compliment you on your design.” Kerrigan continued, only to find out that, despite being without skin or flesh, Skeletor could somehow manage to put a smug look on his bony face. Kerrigan kept her inner disgust to herself as she continued. “But I see a single issue… should you be intercepted, or attacked in your initial landing, most of these soldiers clearly aren’t built for tunnel fighting. they're more likely to be in your way than assistance underground.” She stated, pointing at some of the bulky demons and other horrors around them.
“And your point is?” the undead magician asked with undisguised exasperation.
“My forces are much more suited for the job. Tunnel fighting is a specialty of mine, and theirs. allow me to send some of my brood with you, and regardless of what Darkshire might attempt, they’ll be slaughtered before they can so much as touch your tunneling war machine.” Kerrigan stated with a grin.
A few moments later, Illidan came back to the courtyard, and the focused look on his face implied they were now now moving from planning to action. Kerrigan flashed a sadistic smile. “I take it we’re ready to commence?” Kerrigan asked with undisguised eagerness. The assault on Darkshire was advantageous to Kerrigan for many reasons: Improved reputation within the empire, A unique weapons test for her patchwork new swarm, grading these potential assets she called “Allies” in this conflict, and a potential way to gain favor with this "Dracula".
But the simplest reason was also the most pressing one: Kerrigan's own sadistic personality had long ago been further enhanced by the primal will of the zerg swarm, a need to kill, slaughter, and grow stronger in the process.
The death and destruction wrought by this devilish crusade would serve to strengthen Kerrigan’s powers, and satisfy the sadistic hunger within her soul.
For a while at least.
Perhaps one day Kerrigan would ask him, as she slowly ripped his body apart, piece by tiny piece. She'd even offer to give him the sweet release of death that much quicker, if his tale was sufficiently amusing. If nothing else, she was sure the ridiculous wizard would grant her something funny, even in death.
That day was clearly far in the future, though, and while his disrespect rankled kerrigan, she had to admit his plan had some merit… though, Kerrigan mused, that was relative to their options. In truth, Kerrigan didn’t doubt that she’d have been able to create something of similar worth to the assault, in time… but that would have left her drained, and she required every bit of energy she could keep in her weakened state since coming to this new realm.
Even now, Kerrigan mused, she’d been forced to rely on others, such as Illidan and Skeletor, to assault a simple walled city that could have been destroyed by a few dozen zerglings.
If only she could create a stable hive cluster! Since coming to this place, while she’d been able to create zerglings and hydralisks with effort, something like an ultralisk or guardian was completely outside her grasp. Even with the new physics instituted by this realm, she was quite certain that even if she had a fraction of her previous creatures, Darkshire would have been taken by the time Stormrage had finished posturing with his army.
Instead, she was forced to rely on an elf who she was forced to work under as a subordinate, and a magician with the sense of a twelve-year old.
Nonetheless, Illidan had taken her strategy to heart, and began working unknowingly towards Kerrigan’s own plans for Darkshire. The plan was hardly without use to Illidan, of course - using the refugee streams, and planting her infested suicide bombers within them, she was certain she could make Darkshire’s life much harder; However, the main goal was to cripple Darkshire's outlying territories, and undermine the confidence their people had in the new military build-up that they had worked so tirelessly to create.
Smiling, she turned to Skeletor, as the faceless wizard began to work on his new construction. His disrespect was displeasing… but for now, he was willing assistance and even reasonably powerful. Perhaps, Kerrigan mused, she might make use of his services in the future.
“Skeletor, was it?” Kerrigan asked, only to get a hostile glance from the being. Clearly, the dislike was at least partly mutual.
“I compliment you on your design.” Kerrigan continued, only to find out that, despite being without skin or flesh, Skeletor could somehow manage to put a smug look on his bony face. Kerrigan kept her inner disgust to herself as she continued. “But I see a single issue… should you be intercepted, or attacked in your initial landing, most of these soldiers clearly aren’t built for tunnel fighting. they're more likely to be in your way than assistance underground.” She stated, pointing at some of the bulky demons and other horrors around them.
“And your point is?” the undead magician asked with undisguised exasperation.
“My forces are much more suited for the job. Tunnel fighting is a specialty of mine, and theirs. allow me to send some of my brood with you, and regardless of what Darkshire might attempt, they’ll be slaughtered before they can so much as touch your tunneling war machine.” Kerrigan stated with a grin.
A few moments later, Illidan came back to the courtyard, and the focused look on his face implied they were now now moving from planning to action. Kerrigan flashed a sadistic smile. “I take it we’re ready to commence?” Kerrigan asked with undisguised eagerness. The assault on Darkshire was advantageous to Kerrigan for many reasons: Improved reputation within the empire, A unique weapons test for her patchwork new swarm, grading these potential assets she called “Allies” in this conflict, and a potential way to gain favor with this "Dracula".
But the simplest reason was also the most pressing one: Kerrigan's own sadistic personality had long ago been further enhanced by the primal will of the zerg swarm, a need to kill, slaughter, and grow stronger in the process.
The death and destruction wrought by this devilish crusade would serve to strengthen Kerrigan’s powers, and satisfy the sadistic hunger within her soul.
For a while at least.