01-11-2017, 06:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-11-2017, 06:26 AM by Sarah Kerrigan.)
Kerrigan’s face twitched in excitement as she heard Illidan’s words. the time for vocal squabbles had finally ended, and now Kerrigan was back in a familiar setting, organizing a plan to destroy a formidable force...
and like every army before it, she would crush them with superior strategy, and superior forces. Thankfully, it appeared that Stormrage's pride was not at risk of blinding him, at least in this instance. Kerrigan made sure to remember that for later - On her side or against, she realized, Illidan was a formidable force, and one she'd have to carefully control her dealings with. Against her better judgement,
“The defenders of Darkshire are formidable in their own right.” Kerrigan stated, realizing she’d need to say her plan quickly - Stormrage was not one for long explanations. “Yet unlike our forces, their men are mortal. They have simple compulsions that override reason. In particular…” Kerrigan continued, before motioning to the castle gates with a look of derision. “Their primes have the same problem our would-be comrades had - Independent thought. The need to direct themselves at any cost.” Kerrigan stated with a smirk. “And for many of the men in darkshire, or the defenders that may gather, it would be far too horrifying if they were to let innocent people die.”
Kerrigan took a breath, noticing Illidan’s growing look of thoughtfulness. She would have killed to have managed to break his iron-faced Visage, seen what he was thinking, but she’d played her hand a little too well, he realized. Illidan knew well who he was talking to. A mistake, if a necessary one for this assault to go smoothly.
“There are villages, mines, and outposts surrounding darkshire. Many of them hold people who believe in their need to defend these hovels to the last, and quite a few of them supply darkshire with vital resources.” Kerrigan explained. “We attack them with a small fraction of our forces. Not enough to overwhelm them completely… and we let some escape alive to the walls. A small enough fraction to lay credit to our bloodshed, but a large enough group to garner attention.” Kerrigan said with a grin. “Some of those I could potentially infect with a toxin…” Kerrigan continued. “Similar, but lesser to, what happened to these unfortunate souls.”
Almost as though in response, one of the infested behind her began to twitch, it’s eye slowly growing in size, before turning a bright green.
“These ones were modified more extensively…” Kerrigan added. “But basic infestation can be added quite quickly and easily to human beings… the problem is it’s shorter half-life, of course, but it would merely be for effect. To create rage against us, and fear of what we could do. Concerns over what our contagion might brew...”
Illidan’s glare grew sharp, and Kerrigan already knew that he was considering both this idea and her own capabilities. She was no fool, and it appeared that Illidan knew that well, already.
“And this is how we divide them. Certain people have very unique moral codes, and in an army that’s close to irregular, the best way to break down command is to create a moral quandary. Defend those living outside the walls, some of which they may know? Or leave them to die and continue vigilance over the walls of Darkshire. It’s unlikely any of them are truly pragmatic. And for those brave men and women who go to rescue their kin…
Before continuing, Kerrigan sent a brief telepathic message to the hydralisk nearest her, and it’s head jerked suddenly as it’s claws set to work on the earth. It’s claws moved at a rapid pace, and within seconds the creature was concealed underground, the markings of it’s presence barely visible as it displaced itself through the earth.
“We’ll be ready as a vanguard. My zerglings will work as advance scouts.” Kerrigan stated, a hand straying to caress her nearest pet as it lumbered forward with a low, unearthly growl. “They will run until they expire, if need be, once they spot a threat. And when they spot our prey…” Kerrigan continued, “Our strongest commanders and warriors will be informed, and ready to ride to meet them in combat. Taking them apart piece by piece.”
Kerrigan’s eyes filled with anticipation. “Of course, even if their forces don’t ride out to meet our own, we will have created agitators, even if the walls are closed to those refugees. Their Morale will be impacted, those who cling to heroic ideals will be forced to fight with regrets, and we will have cut off any supply lines or reinforcements that might have become problematic in the future.” Kerrigan finished. “All for a little extra time and slaughter.” Kerrigan stated.
“Of course, as for the siege itself…” Kerrigan continued, before motioning to one of her infested.
The creature walked on it’s slow, mishapen limbs, seemingly never reaching a consistent gait, as Kerrigan waited for what felt like half a minute for the creature to actually reach it's targeted destination. Illidan started tapping his fingers against his arm, and Kerrigan knew his patience was coming close to an end.
Fortunately, the agonizing wait eventually came to an end, as the creature finally hobbled far away enough to keep Illidan's army and structures out of the blast Radius, wandering to an empty area of the courtyard.
Kerrigan made a fist, her trademark smirk present on her features, and suddenly, her hearing - and, she assumed, everyone else's hearing that dwelt within the castle - was assaulted by the sudden explosion and gore as the shambling infested detonated, creating a sizable “boom” as the fireball rocketed up, and then transformed to vapor.
“Bestow upon me a cart with a false bottom, and a pair of humans to… convince of their role as disguised saboteurs.” Kerrigan stated. “And I will deliver to you a smashed gatehouse before the battle truly begins, lord Stormrage.”
and like every army before it, she would crush them with superior strategy, and superior forces. Thankfully, it appeared that Stormrage's pride was not at risk of blinding him, at least in this instance. Kerrigan made sure to remember that for later - On her side or against, she realized, Illidan was a formidable force, and one she'd have to carefully control her dealings with. Against her better judgement,
“The defenders of Darkshire are formidable in their own right.” Kerrigan stated, realizing she’d need to say her plan quickly - Stormrage was not one for long explanations. “Yet unlike our forces, their men are mortal. They have simple compulsions that override reason. In particular…” Kerrigan continued, before motioning to the castle gates with a look of derision. “Their primes have the same problem our would-be comrades had - Independent thought. The need to direct themselves at any cost.” Kerrigan stated with a smirk. “And for many of the men in darkshire, or the defenders that may gather, it would be far too horrifying if they were to let innocent people die.”
Kerrigan took a breath, noticing Illidan’s growing look of thoughtfulness. She would have killed to have managed to break his iron-faced Visage, seen what he was thinking, but she’d played her hand a little too well, he realized. Illidan knew well who he was talking to. A mistake, if a necessary one for this assault to go smoothly.
“There are villages, mines, and outposts surrounding darkshire. Many of them hold people who believe in their need to defend these hovels to the last, and quite a few of them supply darkshire with vital resources.” Kerrigan explained. “We attack them with a small fraction of our forces. Not enough to overwhelm them completely… and we let some escape alive to the walls. A small enough fraction to lay credit to our bloodshed, but a large enough group to garner attention.” Kerrigan said with a grin. “Some of those I could potentially infect with a toxin…” Kerrigan continued. “Similar, but lesser to, what happened to these unfortunate souls.”
Almost as though in response, one of the infested behind her began to twitch, it’s eye slowly growing in size, before turning a bright green.
“These ones were modified more extensively…” Kerrigan added. “But basic infestation can be added quite quickly and easily to human beings… the problem is it’s shorter half-life, of course, but it would merely be for effect. To create rage against us, and fear of what we could do. Concerns over what our contagion might brew...”
Illidan’s glare grew sharp, and Kerrigan already knew that he was considering both this idea and her own capabilities. She was no fool, and it appeared that Illidan knew that well, already.
“And this is how we divide them. Certain people have very unique moral codes, and in an army that’s close to irregular, the best way to break down command is to create a moral quandary. Defend those living outside the walls, some of which they may know? Or leave them to die and continue vigilance over the walls of Darkshire. It’s unlikely any of them are truly pragmatic. And for those brave men and women who go to rescue their kin…
Before continuing, Kerrigan sent a brief telepathic message to the hydralisk nearest her, and it’s head jerked suddenly as it’s claws set to work on the earth. It’s claws moved at a rapid pace, and within seconds the creature was concealed underground, the markings of it’s presence barely visible as it displaced itself through the earth.
“We’ll be ready as a vanguard. My zerglings will work as advance scouts.” Kerrigan stated, a hand straying to caress her nearest pet as it lumbered forward with a low, unearthly growl. “They will run until they expire, if need be, once they spot a threat. And when they spot our prey…” Kerrigan continued, “Our strongest commanders and warriors will be informed, and ready to ride to meet them in combat. Taking them apart piece by piece.”
Kerrigan’s eyes filled with anticipation. “Of course, even if their forces don’t ride out to meet our own, we will have created agitators, even if the walls are closed to those refugees. Their Morale will be impacted, those who cling to heroic ideals will be forced to fight with regrets, and we will have cut off any supply lines or reinforcements that might have become problematic in the future.” Kerrigan finished. “All for a little extra time and slaughter.” Kerrigan stated.
“Of course, as for the siege itself…” Kerrigan continued, before motioning to one of her infested.
The creature walked on it’s slow, mishapen limbs, seemingly never reaching a consistent gait, as Kerrigan waited for what felt like half a minute for the creature to actually reach it's targeted destination. Illidan started tapping his fingers against his arm, and Kerrigan knew his patience was coming close to an end.
Fortunately, the agonizing wait eventually came to an end, as the creature finally hobbled far away enough to keep Illidan's army and structures out of the blast Radius, wandering to an empty area of the courtyard.
Kerrigan made a fist, her trademark smirk present on her features, and suddenly, her hearing - and, she assumed, everyone else's hearing that dwelt within the castle - was assaulted by the sudden explosion and gore as the shambling infested detonated, creating a sizable “boom” as the fireball rocketed up, and then transformed to vapor.
“Bestow upon me a cart with a false bottom, and a pair of humans to… convince of their role as disguised saboteurs.” Kerrigan stated. “And I will deliver to you a smashed gatehouse before the battle truly begins, lord Stormrage.”