@zerg-queen
Cradled, mind swimming, claws twitching. Oh it felt good to be back in the chrysalis again, somehow, it felt right, at home, a place where she’d find peace of mind. Truth be told, Kerrigan had returned to Zerus after the defeat of the ancient Xel’Naga, where she’d find her place among the Primal Zerg, and once again, rose as the Queen of Blades.
All Zerg bowed to her now, all Zerg served her now, from Primal to the Swarm, and with Mengsk out of the picture, she could focus on what truly mattered. Reproduction.
The Swarm had suffered tremendous losses against Amon, and for that alone, they were as few as a single percentage of its original size. Kerrigan swore that not a single human, nor protosss would ever fall to the claws of a Zerg ever again, but when the Queen stirred in her protected, and well guarded chrysalis, she felt a new psionic presence on Zerus shortly after a primal pod landed on the surface of the planet.
“Search. Capture. Contain.”
Her commands to her unrelenting, restless Swarm.
On the new zerg stronghold...
Psionic presences were nothing new to Zerus -- with the primals around, Nova could at least turn the packs against one another, use their drive to survive and adapt to create enough of a distraction. Swapping between the automatic-cloak and the domination modules would be risky -- using her own focus to keep up the cloak was difficult, to say the least -- but it was necessary to infiltrate.
As for her mission - well. She was a vigilante, wasn’t she? Sure, Valerian wouldn’t agree with silencing the Queen of Blades, but wouldn’t you know it, he wasn’t Nova’s boss any more. Nothing personal -- no love lost between Ghosts. With the head dead, the rest would crumble, as it had before. Follow the fortifications, follow the spires -- they would lead her to Kerrigan.
Hm. A puzzle. Three Overseers, one Spore Crawler. Could work around the crawler, but the Overseers were too big a variable. Solution: three rounds of rifle fire, each into the bloated pustules that let the abominative things float, and then the Crawler was danced around. An easy dance. Should’ve sent her a while ago. Two more hours passed, slow beats of her heart, as Nova waited for Zerg reinforcements. None.
God, she was grateful for the respirator. Creep stank like nothing else.