Char, Sunday Afternoon

[moonbrain_tam]

I'm watching. He's moving slowly. Thinks we can't see him.

The Protoss was moving in the direction of the Zerg base, likely trying to gather some intelligence. There weren't many of them left on the planet, and by now they were easily picked off one by one. Almost like a game made too easy. River was getting restless.

Tired of this dance.

That didn't

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[on_her_korhal]

Mmm. Kerrigan's mental voice was distant. If you play nice, I'll let you peel him out of his shell, River.

She did have to keep the girl entertained one way or another.

Kerrigan watched River from across the plane of creep, content to do so. For now.

[moonbrain_tam]

Play nice? There was a hint of amusement.

River moved closer to the target, wings tight to her body. The Protoss looked around, as if sensing that he was being watched, but saw nothing. River crouched for a moment behind a rock.

Not a good dancer, this one. Doesn't listen enough.

[on_her_korhal]

He's young, Kerrigan judged. They are all so foolish when they are young - even more arrogant and haughty than the elder kind. You'll do him a favor if you teach him a lesson...

[moonbrain_tam]

A lesson he won't have time to learn from.

River slipped sideways, finding shelter behind another rock. The Protoss straightened and kept moving.