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fandomtownies2008-05-05 07:29 am
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The Junkyard, Monday Morning
Today was the day. Kerrigan eyed the dropship with some apprehension. Today.
Running a hand through her hair, she reshouldered the bag on her shoulder for the umpteenth time upon approach. It was ready. It was fixed up. She had her armor, and her rifle, and she'd seen River off to graduation...
It didn't make this any easier. But-- she was needed. Yeah.
It would be an hour or so before she finally made the engines run, the sparks would pass from cable to cable and the ship would lift off, shuttling a fast wind across the junkyard as it forced itself into the sky.
For now, though, Kerrigan was here.
[ open, for anyone who wants to say goodbye to Kerrigan, or who has any business in the junkyard, yay ]
Running a hand through her hair, she reshouldered the bag on her shoulder for the umpteenth time upon approach. It was ready. It was fixed up. She had her armor, and her rifle, and she'd seen River off to graduation...
It didn't make this any easier. But-- she was needed. Yeah.
It would be an hour or so before she finally made the engines run, the sparks would pass from cable to cable and the ship would lift off, shuttling a fast wind across the junkyard as it forced itself into the sky.
For now, though, Kerrigan was here.
[ open, for anyone who wants to say goodbye to Kerrigan, or who has any business in the junkyard, yay ]

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