fandomtownies | The Beach, Friday Morning

Fandom had been giving her a headache.

That wasn't anything new, but this had been a headache buzzing with dreams and whispers and god only knows what-- which had only turned into something that made sense (even if it was still annoying) after last night's radio broadcast.

So Kerrigan removed herself to a place with a little less immediate chatter to get some clarity away from all the bustle. A place to get back to herself, to ignore the little tingle of doubt in the back of her head that kept wondering if someone else wasn't going to make an appearance, to bat away the frustration and confusion at yet another's return.

Her own humanity was a pain in the ass sometimes.

She took a deep breath, and let her mind reach back out, upwards, to that Overlord by the moon and through it, beyond, into Koprulu, touching again on those honey-sweet threatening voices whispering about galaxies burning and wondering how long she had, really, until the Xel'Naga arrived and everyone's time would be up.

The illusion remained this time. But for one single thing.

Her eyes shone golden.

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The connection was there, even across galaxies. River tilted her head, then looked up at the sky. All she had found on Melkora was flies. They would be of little use.

"Nothing to report," she mumbled to herself, reaching out for Kerrigan.

Kerrigan blinked once, cleaning the gold from her eyes; a link with River would be far less costly on her to maintain. I think our friends are getting closer, she responded. Not that much. It might be years. But they're still faster than I'd like.

A more precise estimate is impossible? River caught a large fly, holding it up for inspection but not really looking.

Terribly inconvenient, isn't it? Kerrigan's eyes dragged over the water as it crashed on the coast, pursing her mouth. Where are you.

Melkora. The number of fly species is impressive. She let the fly go. It was not of any use.

Useless.

Kerrigan turned her head abruptly.

Send an infiltration force to Artika, she instructed. Don't engage the local Protoss, just... watch. There's an Xel'Naga temple there.

Watch, listen and be patient. River smiled. And you?

Teaching students blinded by the usual morality, she said, dismissively. It's adorable and irritating at the same time. Some things don't change. Except that she'd gotten less sympathetic.

Is there anyone useful among them? River asked, memories of her human life as a student stirring, unwelcome.

A few interesting specimens, Kerrigan's tone was dry. No need to stir up any old mud, River. She'd been dealing with a little of that, too, but she had strength of mind to put it off... for the most part. But there's something in the air this week... unexpected visitors.

Controlling her emotions had never been her strength, but River held her memories back as well as she could. Visitors?

The dead, if I'm not mistaken. Also a little inconvenient.

She tilted her head more, narrowing her eyes as River's memories might not have been clear, but the denial of them was.

The dead already haunt their memories. Why inconvenient? It was Fandom, after all. It could be invaded by murderous sheep.

Nothing. Right now. Beyond individual cases, she replied, But you won't have to deal with the bawling when they go.

River laughed, and Kerrigan could probably sense it. Practise barriers?

My barriers are fine, Kerrigan said, But I'm glad it still amuses you.

In reply there was just the mental equivalent of giggling.

The Beach, Friday Morning

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