12-09-2016, 04:33 PM
"What is it?" asked Sabrina as she tugged the Communicator out from the holster in her belt and exchanged their respective contact data with Sarah's newly created device. Because this was a process that the Communicator she had could achieve without Sarah needing to dictate the number to her she was able to listen to Sarah's request. A beep from the device indicated that they were updated.
"Hmm, well... I don't have personal clearance as I was assigned to the Vasty Deep instead, but I could probably have a talk with some of the researchers who are in contact with the outpost. I can't make any promises just yet but I'll do what I can." She put the Communicator back and grinned at Sarah. "I wouldn't want to hold you up any longer than necessary. Be careful out there, and... good luck."
When Kerrigan was out of sight Sabrina felt a mild disappointment, realizing in retrospect that Kerrigan had kept quiet about a number of issues whose answers would have interested her. She was even more silver-tongued than she had given her credit for... but then again, skill with words was always a factor that most, if not all leaders needed to some extent. A leader reigning with power was a tyrant destined to fall eventually, but someone leading with words had the potential to last much longer on the throne. She was curious to see what would become of Sarah, really... the Pale Moors were an unforgiving place but the marshlands were stuffed with insect and microorganism life, which was in a constant state of fast evolution. An arms race of nature where millions of species fought for supremacy. If what Sarah had told her was true, that place would be the ideal grounds for the Zerg to develop, without becoming a problem to the Empire. Quite the opposite, she might even take out the Kingdom's outpost, or Dracula... of course that was placing very high hopes for the relatively fresh Prime, but maybe? There was always a possibility.
"Now look at that... you didn't even sign up at the recruitment center", she mumbled under her breath as she noticed that they had been standing near the building for the last few minutes. Then again it probably was better this way. The Empire had next to no data on her and would probably not keep a big record if she only visited Coruscant, talked to some people, then left again. If she'd signed up they would have a lot more dirt on her.
An incoming call pulled her out of her thought process. The Navy again? Oh, that must be about the results she had sent in... she flagged down a taxi and told it to head for the Vasty Deep gate while on the phone. They were pretty fast working...
Well then, it was time to return home.
"Hmm, well... I don't have personal clearance as I was assigned to the Vasty Deep instead, but I could probably have a talk with some of the researchers who are in contact with the outpost. I can't make any promises just yet but I'll do what I can." She put the Communicator back and grinned at Sarah. "I wouldn't want to hold you up any longer than necessary. Be careful out there, and... good luck."
When Kerrigan was out of sight Sabrina felt a mild disappointment, realizing in retrospect that Kerrigan had kept quiet about a number of issues whose answers would have interested her. She was even more silver-tongued than she had given her credit for... but then again, skill with words was always a factor that most, if not all leaders needed to some extent. A leader reigning with power was a tyrant destined to fall eventually, but someone leading with words had the potential to last much longer on the throne. She was curious to see what would become of Sarah, really... the Pale Moors were an unforgiving place but the marshlands were stuffed with insect and microorganism life, which was in a constant state of fast evolution. An arms race of nature where millions of species fought for supremacy. If what Sarah had told her was true, that place would be the ideal grounds for the Zerg to develop, without becoming a problem to the Empire. Quite the opposite, she might even take out the Kingdom's outpost, or Dracula... of course that was placing very high hopes for the relatively fresh Prime, but maybe? There was always a possibility.
"Now look at that... you didn't even sign up at the recruitment center", she mumbled under her breath as she noticed that they had been standing near the building for the last few minutes. Then again it probably was better this way. The Empire had next to no data on her and would probably not keep a big record if she only visited Coruscant, talked to some people, then left again. If she'd signed up they would have a lot more dirt on her.
An incoming call pulled her out of her thought process. The Navy again? Oh, that must be about the results she had sent in... she flagged down a taxi and told it to head for the Vasty Deep gate while on the phone. They were pretty fast working...
Well then, it was time to return home.
"(Note to self: insert quote & picture once I find stuff)"
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