fandomtownies | The Beach, Sunday Morning

It had been a long few weeks, wrought with some uncomfortable conflict between human impulses thought long-gone and her own, more important mission. Enough, she had thought: it was time to take a quick breather from Fandom life and reacquaint herself with... the bigger picture.

She was the Swarm. Everything would be hers, or dead. That was one side of the matter.

The other...

She stood, on that abandoned patch of sand, and for once let her external appearance flicker. It took a lot of effort to keep up the full extent of the disguise, considering that it wasn't all biological-- the shade of her skin shifted, her eyes burned a violent amber again.

She paid it no heed. She reached out, out beyond the buzzing of mental voices on this planet, through the bleakness of space towards the Overlord that hung silently on the other side of the moon. Through it, she heard the cacaphony of voices of the Swarm, all those minds responding obediently to her every thought.

She pushed past it, into the confines of Koprulu space, and then beyond that, and there it was: voices. Voices whispering in the shadows, voices, buzzing at her mind as they had from the moment she had first picked up their silent chatter during her final victory, when she stood alone on Char.

"Xel'Naga," she spoke. Her mind snapped back to herself. Her irises shaded green again, her epidermis rosy pink.

She pursed her lips, and stood on the beach alone.

[[ kerrigan being on the beach is fb, her momentary change isn't. open for anyone to come along afterwards! ]]