Thread: SCII: Changing (Venus5 & darjeeling)

When she resurfaced from the rubble of broken buildings, the horizon was awash in color a burst of falling fire surrounded by shadowed clouds reaching over a field dotted with the remaining Zerg sweeping overhead. Her slender wings clicked and stretched out as she drank in the victory. The battle was over the Dominion army was retreating with their tails tucked between their legs. There was no reason to send her forces after them. Mengsk was dead and with it, her vengeance was complete and yet... yet, Mengsk was dead but it came a cost too heavy for Kerrigan to feel any amount of satisfaction from it. The web-like markings on her face glowed a deep purple as she gazed over the carnage. Exploded carapaces, corpses and stains of blood painted the soil and Kerrigan saw nothing but the Moros exploding the pieces were possibly still floating in Dominion space and with it, the man she had hoped to save. Jim Raynor's death should have been water under the bridge, and though she had taken out Mengsk, the man could have died a thousand, a million times over and Kerrigan knew that would have not been enough to sate her. But she could not give in to these thoughts she was no longer infested, but reborn and her will was her own. Kerrigan rose, leaving behind the wasteland of Korhal and with her forces to the leviathan. She could not, would not, stop and weep or rest. Amon still needed to be found and confronted. The groans of the leviathan was oddly comforting, but in this instance all she could think of was its one failing. Her temper darkened as, within the cavernous, pulsating mass, Izsha welcomed her return. The Zerg was as impassive as ever and despite her spiraling thoughts, Kerrigan understood the sincerity. After all, the Swarm obeyed without question. A decisive victory, my Queen. Izsha spoke, her suspended form swaying to and fro, her prehensile appendages flicking back and forth. Shall we search for the Fallen One? When Kerrigan did not respond, Izsha gestured towards a tunnel that led deeper into the ship. Our prisoner has awakened. At that the Queen of Blades pursed her lips and nodded. Izsha inclined her head as Kerrigan stalked past. There was nothing more she would like to do than find that damned xel'naga and destroy him but she had no clues. Izsha and her Swarm would do as she bid but even then it would take time time she did not want to waste brooding away. Kerrigan swept aside a wall hiding away a small room with a single wave of her hand. The interior looked no different than the rest of the leviathan save for the stray tendrils lining the sides that snapped at the lone body located in the middle of the enclosed space. The female was one of the Ghosts associated with the Terran Dominion, of that Kerrigan knew. But she did not know the agent's name, only that she was one of the many who was to blame for Raynor's capture and ultimately, his death. The very reason why the Queen of Blades had not yet torn the Ghost to pieces was simply that she could detect the psionic power brimming within. Abathur claimed that she might be of use and to consider infestation. Arcturus Mengsk is dead. Kerrigan said simply as she looked upon the Ghost now. I killed him.