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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.
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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He got the feeling the GIA didn't give a damn. They only wanted the technology. That left them to either defend themselves or get killed. Daniel couldn't stand feeling like he'd been backed into a corner.
"I need to retain my sanity somehow, and so do other people. Whose war here anyway? We don't even have all the facts. Just the Daligig's word."
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"Thanks. I try," he said dryly. "At least you're asking questions. There's a lot of people who are itching to fight, no questions asked." He looked up from the gruel, considered her for a second. "No. I was on the ship when the terrorists detonated the bomb."
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"And you managed to survive that. Good." You're not completely hopeless, she managed not to say. "And people aren't asking questions because they're mad. What do you think happens when you take someone away from their homes, their universe even. If someone gives them weapons and a way to get back the majority of people will take it, no questions asked. They'll do anything it takes to get even. Never underestimate the need for revenge."
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It sounded like she knew a thing or two about the need for revenge, intimately.
"Believe me, I think I've learned a thing or two about what people will do if they get the chance," he said uncomfortably. It wasn't that long ago that Eva had a field day on the terrorist's face in front of him. "So you're just practicing for defense?"
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"Does it really matter? Defense or offense, either way I'm taking out as many enemies as I can. And if it's my day to die they'll overwhelm me in the same way." She'd been through enough battles to know she wasn't going to die from a lucky shot. If she was going to die it would be like it was that day at New Gettysburg, overwhelmed by a zerg swarm.
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"You don't win wars by playing it safe. And I contacted the Ohm. They weren't interested in talking or explaining. Negotiation is over and even if it was, who would make a deal with the people who destroyed universes?" Well, she would have but she had been a mass murdering psychopath.
...Maybe that sentence shouldn't have been in past tense.
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"We've seen the Ohm attack worlds first hand. Would you rather sit back and do nothing while they destroy more? The Daligig will pay for what they've done. I will see to that."
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Of course he had no idea about the Daligig. Neither did Sarah. He didn't think anyone really did.
"That's where you're wrong. There's no such thing just good and evil. It's a stupid and narrow minded-way to look at the world."
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"There is evil. I've seen it. I've been it. Stop talking about things you do not know. All you are accomplishing is annoying me and that is a very dangerous thing, Daniel Jackson."
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Whatever her story was, she was wrong. The world, the universes, just couldn't be compartmentalized into good and evil.
"But there are grays to everything," Except the Goa'uld. "So you think we just kill them all? What if the Daligig were the ones that started it in the first place?," Daniel persisted. Being told to, all intents and purposes, shut the hell up didn't usually stop him. Besides, it wasn't like she was holding a staff weapon or ribbon device to his head.
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