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Meatslop: It's what's for breakfast, lunch, and dinner [Open]

It had been months since Stacy had released Sarah Kerrigan but the meatship hadn't seen very much of her. It wasn't because she preferred to spend her days alone, at least not solely. It was safer this way. For her and for everyone else on the ship. She had come clean to the Captain, given him a short explanation of her reign as the Queen of Blades. She knew that he could not legally imprison her for crimes she had committed in her own universe but she was still surprised that he hadn't arrested her on the spot. It's what he should have done. Murderers shouldn't go unpunished, especially not when they'd murdered billions people. But then just because Kerrigan wasn't behind locked away didn't mean she wasn't a prisoner. She didn't remember everything but what she did was played out in brief bursts. Images flashing into her mind before vanishing as quickly as they had come. But that was good. That was what she deserved. And slowly she became accustomed to this new life. Barely interacting with others, training, waking up wracked with sobs and shaking.

And then he came. One day. One day with Jim Raynor. Because Stacy hadn't tormented her enough.

If one were to speak in metaphors, you might say that there was a hole in her heart. Kerrigan would say that was a terrible metaphor as she no longer had one. It was more a reminder of what she was missing. What she could have been had the zerg not claimed her.

Now Kerrigan sat in the messhall. It was not as popular as it once was now that there was a supply of real food but it was not as empty as she would have liked. Usually Kerrigan ate quickly and left but today, and in fact every day since Stacy's surprise "gift" to the crew, she sat staring at her slop but not seeing it at all. You would expect more from a telepath. They were supposed to get lost in others' thoughts, not their own.

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The corners of Kerrigan's lips twitched at the word "experiment" but aside from that her face remained neutral. Her mind was not so restrained. It was clear that she didn't hate how the Daligig had ripped her from her world and altered her further. She loathed it.

Kerrigan stabbed the slop with her fork, breaking it into pieces. "For myself." She whispered. Then louder. "No, I don't want to but it seems we don't have much of a choice in the matter."

"See, silver linin' an' all that stuff." At least that's what he remembered most of Raynor's crew living on. Hell, they were the most wanted, they had lost many, their ship, while a beauty, was falling apart and it was hard for them to get resources. And yet, good ol Raynor and his crew stood steadfast.

It had been one of the many things that kept piling up and preventing him from carrying on his orders as far as 'giving it to the man'. He had never had anything personal against him and frankly, he had ended up liking him as a war hero.

"But really, you seem to be thinking 'bout lots. Care t' share tha load, or y' gonna keep it building up?" Which for them types? Was never a good thing.

Kerrigan had been a little busy making the storm cloud to go with that silver lining.

"You don't know all ready?" She actually ate some of her slop. It gave her something else to focus on not to mention there wasn't the expectation for her to keep talking.

"I'm sure of the reason why yer thinkin' stuff. I'm jus' worried yer just gonna keep pilin' it up on top of all the shit ya already have t' deal with."

He paused for a moment, giving her a once over before frowning a bit concerned for her well being.

"Ya know, if for the hell of it, you can trust me long enough to talk things out. I'll listen. I'm sure I made it pretty clear that I'm not yer enemy here, even with our colorful past." Not that he had one any better, the digits where the about the only variation.

Kerrigan gave Splicer a not so pleasant smile. In fact, it was one of those smiles that made grown met wet themselves and cry for their mothers or at least it had in the past.

"Everyone is my enemy. I made sure of that a long time ago." Everyone but the zerg. "Talking about what I did and how I catastrophically fucked not only my life, others' lives, and the entire universe isn't going to change anything."

"It'll make ya feel better and you'll be less likely to blow up" again, he thought to himself.

"You know, unless you plan on driving yourself crazy in this already messed up place, I'd suggest you get out more. Even if you don't want to speak with someone like me, there must be others you can vent or simply chat with. Jus' lookin' out fer ya Kerrigan."

"Please, when has anyone ever had my best interests at heart?" But he had a point.

Kerrigan was silent but it was clear that she was on the verge of speaking. When she did her voice was low but full of tension. "You know what it's like to wake after years spent in a drugged haze and realize what you've become, what you did, the people you killed. Now try to imagine... No, you can't imagine what this feels like because even I don't know."

~~Jim Raynor did!~~

Splicer raised a brow and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "No, not drugged in haze... Consciously however? Yeah, somewhat. Unless ya count the inhibitor chips the Dominion tags us with to be the equivalent of the drugged haze."

He was well aware of the atrocities he had committed in the name of the Emperor. But he had tried his damnedest to stop himself as much as possible, especially on the missions that led him and his team far away from Dominion control.

~~Kerrigan will agonize over whether he did it to save the universe or if he would have done it anyway for the rest of her life- or until he wakes up again.~~

"Yes. And what they gave us to to repress the memories. Words can't describe it, can they?" Kerrigan gave up on her food completely and pushed it away.

"None that I've found yet, but I've tried! Hell I've even tried making shit up in all the languages I know!" Even toss and zerg dialect!

He let out a sigh and shook his head. "I guess I should be thankful that I'm not there anymore... But somehow I feel like I'm not at all."

"Where we are now isn't much better. If I had to choose I would rather go back to our universe even if there is no place for me there." She supposed she would have made one. And then she would give Arcturus Mengsk a personal demonstration of why they called her the Queen of Blades.

Splicer thought for a long time before speaking. He had finished most his food already, in a war you never had time to savor it in case it was your last meal.

After a bit, he frowned and pushed his shades up the bridge of his nose to fully obscure his eyes again.

"I can honestly say I agree with you there. As much as I've enjoyed this little vacation... This jus' ain't the place for my and your types. We were forged and bred with a purpose... And as much as this is another war, with the same type of enemy as back home," At least in his mind. They were way too similar for him to disassociate them at this point. "It jus' ain't righte fer me to be around these people... Feels like leaving a wolf in a herd of sheep..."

And it had been something that had been haunting his thoughts for a long time now... He knew he and people like Kerrigan were like walking time bombs... it was only a matter of time.

"It does. I could understand it if the Daligig didn't know who they were taking but they did. And they thought a few alterations would make me docile. I wish I could have shown them how wrong they are." She sounded more like the Queen of Blades at that moment.

"Truthfully? Can't say I'd blame ya, even you ended up doing something to them."

I mean, what Ghost or Spectre liked being experimented on again?

"I'd do the same probably." Maybe if he cared more and they had done more than just pluck him from his home and placed him in a goo filled eggsack.

Kerrigan was silent. She took several bites of her slop.

"I wouldn't recommend trying. At least not alone."

"Maybe when this whole charade or fucked up experiment is done an ovah with, we can go tell em jus' how displeased we are with the customer service yeah?"

He smiled, trying to maybe lighten the mood. Even if his words where indeed truthful, nothing wrong with a little sugar to some spice.

Splicer's attempt didn't work.

"You don't have to say maybe. I'll deal with them after I've dealt with the Ohm." She'd all ready tipped her hand so there was no point keeping that a secret.

"Oh? Well, I'll be makin' sure to watch from the sidelines then. I know you tend to be rather thorough whenever you 'deal' with someone or something."

And he'd be providing cover should she require it of course.

Kerrigan stared at her food as though she would like to shred it into pieces with her fingernails instead of her teeth.

"That would be your safest option." She looked at Splicer, willing herself to suppress her anger for the moment. "Of course, if you're content to let the Daligig remain in power there's nothing stopping them from deciding to experiment on you."

"Psh, as if. I just don't want to get shredded by your Psi storm. Last time it took everything I had to survive that, the damn fire from the siege tanks, the acid from the mutas and the stupid roach spray on Char! I'm fuckin' surprised I made it out of that fray alive after all the fighting."

He laughed a little and shook his head.

"Naw, I'm going for a piece of them for sure. I'm just making sure I can do it without taking friendly fire in the process." He smiled.

Kerrigan frowned. Her gaze grew distant.

She could feel it clearly. On Char she ruled all. The Zerg, her family, would never betray her. She had seen to that. And those who had abandoned her would pay if she had to murder every last being in the galaxy and beyond. And she would. Nothing else gave her pleasure but killing, feeling the terror as she ripped the last traces of life from her victims. Relishing it. Licking the blood that stained her fingertips.

And then she came back to herself, momentarily disoriented.

"I'll have to be more careful then."

Splicer had been more than aware of Kerrigan's nature as the Queen of Blades. After all, as a master ~~experiment~~ infiltrator, Raynor wasn't the only one he had to keep tabs on. The Dominion wanted to know where all their 'enemies' where at, specially after their reappearance.

Splicer nodded in turn, he was sure Kerrigan could handle herself, but he'd be sure to keep an eye on her. There was more than one reason as to which he felt the need to protect the Queen. And it wasn't just the Zerg DNA what was part of his spliced strain.

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