11-17-2016, 07:59 AM
"And with that, the scan is complete. Enjoy your stay, Miss...?" A voice asked from behind Kerrigan. Likely, it belonged to one of the troopers she'd begrudgingly allowed to scan her form. At the time, it had seemed amusing - the idea of the zerg's queen walking safely in a terran city, treated as "normal.".
Kerrigan didn't bother to answer the man, didn't even bother to look back.
He, his squad, his laughable attempt at finding familiarity with the queen of blades, didn't matter.
What mattered was that buzzing aura.
Sarah Kerrigan concentrated, as her senses flared to life - senses that couldn't be understood, couldn't be explained, in terms a regular human could ever understand. The senses that had allowed Kerrigan to feel every sensation of hundreds of billions of different zerg on thousands of planets. Senses that let her see the nexuses of Xel'naga power as no mortal could ever see them.
Senses that, now, gave off a very familiar sensation.
Psychic energy.
The queen of blades' strides were quick, walking through the crowded city as she tried to lock in on the pattern that caught her interest. Sarah Kerrigan was once connected to billions upon billions of life forms, seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting all of their sensations in unison, her inhuman intellect allowing her to literally make trillions of decisions in a fraction of a second.
Sarah put tasks like navigating the city and observing baisc social interactions at the minimum power her brain required, and put the rest of that mental energy into finding this psychic nexus now, the power that felt cool and restrained and oh so familiar.
There seemed to be many powers that developed in the Omniverse - that much she'd heard from the little vampire - but Psychic power seemed to be a relative rarity, and Kerrigan knew that to harness it-
No.
The queen of blades smiled. There was no need to be dishonest with herself. She was curious. The power she'd felt was so like a terran telepath, and yet, it felt closer to that of a protoss in refinement. In a place so absent of psionic traffic, the psychic murmurs she followed stuck out like a frog in headlights. It was a power that still developed, a power unique in it's feeling and shape. A potential talent that could grow to be so much more.
The Infested Terran was a little impressed, a little curious, and very interested. Strength like that could be useful, and useful things had only two destinies in Sarah Kerrigan's mind:
They could serve her as a useful asset, or they could serve her as zergling fodder.
With this in mind, queen of blades smiled as she put her primary focus back to her more mundane senses, and the vibrant Blue and green glow of radiant psychic power coalesced into the shape of a frowning teenaged girl with a thin build and brunette hair. Kerrigan was only slightly surprised. This girl seemed like a pretty ordinary girl in terms of basic appearance, but a sixteen year old Sarah Kerrigan could have looked pretty similar with a little hair dye and less military training.
What Sarah was really surprised by was the look the girl gave her. The brunette psion was staring her directly in the eyes, and it wasn't a look of confusion.
Sarah was being sized up, and her gut instincts told her that this girl was able to see her power just as readily as Kerrigan had seen hers.
the Zerg queen's smirk widened even as Sabrina's stare intensified, as though she was trying to pay attention to something she hadn't seen before. Then, finally, the silence was broken.
"...Who are you?" The blue-haired woman asked.
"Sarah Kerrigan." The infested woman replied, as she scanned her uniform for a way to keep this conversation going. the obvious way would be to address the elephant in the room both of them saw, but that would ruin the game for her. She'd let the other woman acknowledge it first. within a nanosecond, her brain had already managed to find a suitable thing to point out.
"I'm interested in joining your little Coruscant defence team. You're a member, right? Or you've gotten very good at stealing badges." Kerrigan said with a joking grin. Part of her wanted to know how she'd respond to it. Part of her wanted to see if she couldn't provoke a fight from this woman, and see what she could make out of her corpse. With base materials like that, Kerrigan was sure she could create a fine new Zerg.
But most of her knew that, for now, she would once again have to resort to diplomacy, or at least her own version of diplomacy. and a good portion of her mind was far more interested in seeing what she could turn someone with an aura like this into without having to resort to infestation.
For now, Kerrigan would do what would suit her best, and make an ally.
Kerrigan didn't bother to answer the man, didn't even bother to look back.
He, his squad, his laughable attempt at finding familiarity with the queen of blades, didn't matter.
What mattered was that buzzing aura.
Sarah Kerrigan concentrated, as her senses flared to life - senses that couldn't be understood, couldn't be explained, in terms a regular human could ever understand. The senses that had allowed Kerrigan to feel every sensation of hundreds of billions of different zerg on thousands of planets. Senses that let her see the nexuses of Xel'naga power as no mortal could ever see them.
Senses that, now, gave off a very familiar sensation.
Psychic energy.
The queen of blades' strides were quick, walking through the crowded city as she tried to lock in on the pattern that caught her interest. Sarah Kerrigan was once connected to billions upon billions of life forms, seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting all of their sensations in unison, her inhuman intellect allowing her to literally make trillions of decisions in a fraction of a second.
Sarah put tasks like navigating the city and observing baisc social interactions at the minimum power her brain required, and put the rest of that mental energy into finding this psychic nexus now, the power that felt cool and restrained and oh so familiar.
There seemed to be many powers that developed in the Omniverse - that much she'd heard from the little vampire - but Psychic power seemed to be a relative rarity, and Kerrigan knew that to harness it-
No.
The queen of blades smiled. There was no need to be dishonest with herself. She was curious. The power she'd felt was so like a terran telepath, and yet, it felt closer to that of a protoss in refinement. In a place so absent of psionic traffic, the psychic murmurs she followed stuck out like a frog in headlights. It was a power that still developed, a power unique in it's feeling and shape. A potential talent that could grow to be so much more.
The Infested Terran was a little impressed, a little curious, and very interested. Strength like that could be useful, and useful things had only two destinies in Sarah Kerrigan's mind:
They could serve her as a useful asset, or they could serve her as zergling fodder.
With this in mind, queen of blades smiled as she put her primary focus back to her more mundane senses, and the vibrant Blue and green glow of radiant psychic power coalesced into the shape of a frowning teenaged girl with a thin build and brunette hair. Kerrigan was only slightly surprised. This girl seemed like a pretty ordinary girl in terms of basic appearance, but a sixteen year old Sarah Kerrigan could have looked pretty similar with a little hair dye and less military training.
What Sarah was really surprised by was the look the girl gave her. The brunette psion was staring her directly in the eyes, and it wasn't a look of confusion.
Sarah was being sized up, and her gut instincts told her that this girl was able to see her power just as readily as Kerrigan had seen hers.
the Zerg queen's smirk widened even as Sabrina's stare intensified, as though she was trying to pay attention to something she hadn't seen before. Then, finally, the silence was broken.
"...Who are you?" The blue-haired woman asked.
"Sarah Kerrigan." The infested woman replied, as she scanned her uniform for a way to keep this conversation going. the obvious way would be to address the elephant in the room both of them saw, but that would ruin the game for her. She'd let the other woman acknowledge it first. within a nanosecond, her brain had already managed to find a suitable thing to point out.
"I'm interested in joining your little Coruscant defence team. You're a member, right? Or you've gotten very good at stealing badges." Kerrigan said with a joking grin. Part of her wanted to know how she'd respond to it. Part of her wanted to see if she couldn't provoke a fight from this woman, and see what she could make out of her corpse. With base materials like that, Kerrigan was sure she could create a fine new Zerg.
But most of her knew that, for now, she would once again have to resort to diplomacy, or at least her own version of diplomacy. and a good portion of her mind was far more interested in seeing what she could turn someone with an aura like this into without having to resort to infestation.
For now, Kerrigan would do what would suit her best, and make an ally.