The Last of all
Problems
Chapter 1
Kerrigan was inside one of her Overlords,
seeming worried about something. It was understandable, since the situation,
though not desperate, was potentially dangerous itself: The renegade terrans,
led by a dashing knight in shining armor named Jim Raynor, had recently
developed a way to restore her infested minions to their former terran selves.
They only needed the presence of a person who actually remembered the one
infested as a terran well enough.
That infested person would simply wear a special
helmet on the head and memories of the patient's older self would simply be
channeled through it. Preceding it would be a wave of psionic energy to weaken
his or her mind defenses. That way, the rejection of seeing old memories would
be reduced enough to a measly 0.5%, in most cases eventually restoring the
patient's old self psychologically. Then, physically, the person would only
need a special treatment for a couple of months to be cured.
She knows, because those were the last images of
an infested terran that she had spent a year probing, which all ended by a
single switch being turned on, after which the helmet did its job well. In
fact, it could've almost comatosed her; if it were not for her cerebrate
Daggoth's timely interjection to cut her link with her minion.
Even though it would take a lot of psionic
energy, even her, the powerful and deadly Queen of the Blades, was still in
precarious position to be---cured.
She visited Mengsk, pretending to wish to
negotiate a peace treaty, while instead erasing every memory he had of her as
she had been, all thanks to her deadly psionic powers. Her cerebrates
criticized that move, claiming she should have killed him. But Kerrigan wanted
Mengsk to live, for now. He had saved her from the former Confederacy, and
now, finally, they would be even. Afterwards, with Mengsk out of the way, she
began hunting down the very last terran that remembered her as her older self:
Commander Jim Raynor, the terran she had once loved.
It was not easy, though. Raynor was smart,
strategic and cunning. She'd tracked him for years, but never had she been
able to catch a glimpse of him or his little group of terran renegades and
protoss units; he was as slippery as Mengsk if not better, somehow sensing her
presence a day away, even with the constant servitude of her spies amongst his
men that were now all purged by his new toy.
She was interrupted in her thoughts by one of
her cerebrates. It said,
"My queen, we have arrived at the designated
location."
"Let me guess, no terran or protoss ship
anywhere around. Am I right?" the queen answered in a bored voice.
"On the contrary, my queen. Our scouting units
have spotted a battlecruiser right in front of us. They say it looks like the
Hyperion!"
Kerrigan was starting to be excited. She was
sure that Raynor would be there. She immediately said,
"Get this overlord near the Hyperion's main
hatch, now!"
She then hurried off to get her old gun from a
box the old overmind had it put in. She glanced at it and smiled. All of this
was just an assassination. Only this time, she was the hunter, not just the
weapon.
Her slow, bulking overlord took fifteen full
minutes to reach the Hyperion's main hatch. With adrenaline pumping through
her infested veins, Kerrigan yelled out, "Raynor, get ready to die, you
b&*?%&*!!!"
She mentally ordered one of her mutalisks to
breach the hatch's door, but as it sent its glave wurm on it, the door blew
up, killing the mutalisk and shaking the overlord that Kerrigan was in.
She said to herself, "Just as I suspected. They
were expecting me." Then, the overlord she was in grabbed her with its
tentacles and threw her inside the ship. Kerrigan started dashing through the
battlecruiser, eyeing with anxiety the spot where the hatch's door had been
seconds ago, with an emergency door quickly closing up. What other tricks had
Raynor prepared for her?
Problems
Chapter 1
Kerrigan was inside one of her Overlords,
seeming worried about something. It was understandable, since the situation,
though not desperate, was potentially dangerous itself: The renegade terrans,
led by a dashing knight in shining armor named Jim Raynor, had recently
developed a way to restore her infested minions to their former terran selves.
They only needed the presence of a person who actually remembered the one
infested as a terran well enough.
That infested person would simply wear a special
helmet on the head and memories of the patient's older self would simply be
channeled through it. Preceding it would be a wave of psionic energy to weaken
his or her mind defenses. That way, the rejection of seeing old memories would
be reduced enough to a measly 0.5%, in most cases eventually restoring the
patient's old self psychologically. Then, physically, the person would only
need a special treatment for a couple of months to be cured.
She knows, because those were the last images of
an infested terran that she had spent a year probing, which all ended by a
single switch being turned on, after which the helmet did its job well. In
fact, it could've almost comatosed her; if it were not for her cerebrate
Daggoth's timely interjection to cut her link with her minion.
Even though it would take a lot of psionic
energy, even her, the powerful and deadly Queen of the Blades, was still in
precarious position to be---cured.
She visited Mengsk, pretending to wish to
negotiate a peace treaty, while instead erasing every memory he had of her as
she had been, all thanks to her deadly psionic powers. Her cerebrates
criticized that move, claiming she should have killed him. But Kerrigan wanted
Mengsk to live, for now. He had saved her from the former Confederacy, and
now, finally, they would be even. Afterwards, with Mengsk out of the way, she
began hunting down the very last terran that remembered her as her older self:
Commander Jim Raynor, the terran she had once loved.
It was not easy, though. Raynor was smart,
strategic and cunning. She'd tracked him for years, but never had she been
able to catch a glimpse of him or his little group of terran renegades and
protoss units; he was as slippery as Mengsk if not better, somehow sensing her
presence a day away, even with the constant servitude of her spies amongst his
men that were now all purged by his new toy.
She was interrupted in her thoughts by one of
her cerebrates. It said,
"My queen, we have arrived at the designated
location."
"Let me guess, no terran or protoss ship
anywhere around. Am I right?" the queen answered in a bored voice.
"On the contrary, my queen. Our scouting units
have spotted a battlecruiser right in front of us. They say it looks like the
Hyperion!"
Kerrigan was starting to be excited. She was
sure that Raynor would be there. She immediately said,
"Get this overlord near the Hyperion's main
hatch, now!"
She then hurried off to get her old gun from a
box the old overmind had it put in. She glanced at it and smiled. All of this
was just an assassination. Only this time, she was the hunter, not just the
weapon.
Her slow, bulking overlord took fifteen full
minutes to reach the Hyperion's main hatch. With adrenaline pumping through
her infested veins, Kerrigan yelled out, "Raynor, get ready to die, you
b&*?%&*!!!"
She mentally ordered one of her mutalisks to
breach the hatch's door, but as it sent its glave wurm on it, the door blew
up, killing the mutalisk and shaking the overlord that Kerrigan was in.
She said to herself, "Just as I suspected. They
were expecting me." Then, the overlord she was in grabbed her with its
tentacles and threw her inside the ship. Kerrigan started dashing through the
battlecruiser, eyeing with anxiety the spot where the hatch's door had been
seconds ago, with an emergency door quickly closing up. What other tricks had
Raynor prepared for her?