[ooc: TIME FOR YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE. Kerrigan will be Rho specialized, focused in telekinesis and telepathy. If you want to assume you are a broodmate of her's, that's totally kosher, but she has the ability to spawn small bug dinosaurs called zerg that will cause pressure and pain to anyone linked with her brood the longer they hang around and she trusts her ability to control them more than she trusts you and will have demonstrated that in the past. For pre-established CR, she will come off as very standoffish and closed off, even mentally. If you've tried to breech that mental barrier telepathically before, you will have most likely regretted it -- not necessarily because of how furious she will be with you, but because there's some NASTY ASS TRIGGERY SHIT in that brain. I have an old application of her's if you are more interested in learning more about her.]
Debrief
[There's likely more than one person within the group that is uncomfortable with the armor they're being made to wear, but Kerrigan has set to pacing the corridor while constantly rotating her shoulders as if it is somehow constricting her. The reality of the situation is that it is -- Ghost-class armor, however closely fitted to their bodies, was designed with material that allowed them to perfect the art of assassination while offering its own protection.
This? Not so much.
Space travel is normal -- the idea of being torn away from the Koprulu Sector at such a critical moment is infuriating, but she can't deny the idea of survival, of power to ensure that suffering would end by her hand. She needed the Nest as much as it needed her, as far as she was concerned -- and if she couldn't have all of the Zerg broods back under her control, using this was the next best thing.
But it resisted her, punished her for trying to take control of that which was not her's. That wasn't to say she would stop trying, but patience was something she'd been forced to learn long ago, and so her attempts to breech the greater Hive stopped (impossible, truth be told -- she doesn't believe it). Her mind was less present in daily activities and more focused on the task at hand, distant and aggressive somewhere deep in such a silent shell.
But somewhere along the line, she's about to collide with another, and manages to sidestep just in time. What remains in her place is a slightly irritated and glowing yellow stare beneath strange chitinous hair tied back into a ponytail.]
Watch where you're going.
In the Vents
[This is what Kerrigan is good at -- infiltration and extraction, everything the Ghost Academy had forced into her at such a young age. Getting into the vents is easy once the cooling systems are shut down. Wriggling into the central processing unit without a map to guide her? A little harder.
And here is where she has to rely on the Hivemind she can't control. Its impossibly uncomfortable, letting people so close to her mind, but there's a jammed fanblade on one end (she'd tried to pop it off numerous times beforehand) and potential collapsing machinery surrounding her. Her choice is to continue to resist and potentially perish for it or take a risk and try to block others from getting more out of her than she wants to give.
Her mental communication is refine, clear as a bell. Unsurprising to anyone who has worked with her before -- she was born a psionic and later transformed into her own Hivemind, after all.]
(I've been cut off. A little farther, and I'll be at the target. I'll need extraction assistance once its done before this thing goes up in smoke.)
[Relying on others to safeguard her obviously has her in a mood -- the transmission is curt and tense as ever.]
Wildcard
[Wanna crack this egg? She likes people who don't want to get to know her, people who are capable, and people who aren't going to ask about her weird insect hair.]
Sarah Kerrigan | Starcraft
Debrief
In the Vents
Wildcard