trans_9 | 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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I'll take yer word on 'at. Jono looked over at her. Might. Might not. But the techniques we're gonna work with are also the kind I teach non-'paths. Defense, 'at sorta thing. Should be able t' help some, at least.

Kerrigan thought back to her days at Mengsk's side ~~obeying his every whim.~~ She hadn't asked him how he was able to shield his thoughts from her. Now she wished she had but not more than she wished she had killed him.

"What is the extent of your psi powers?"

Jono reached up, scratching the back of his head. We ain't ever really tested it, he admitted after a moment. I know I can reach halfway cross the planet to call fer help, but there wasn' ever a reason t' look into it more. 'Course, me profs were always goin' on 'bout how I got more potential than I was using.

That last thought came with a flash of memory, an imposing woman in white--and not a lot of it. Memory that had the taste of reality rather than a teenage boy's fantasy. Ms. Frost was the one who prodded him about his potential, after all. Whatever it is, 's got somethin' t' do with the bloody inferno in me chest.

"Ah yes, you're from a universe without interplanetary travel? Still, half way across the planet is powerful. I haven't heard of any other human with psi abilities capable of that in my universe."

Kerrigan's eyes drifted from Jono's face to his chest. "Didn't anyone try to find out specifically how your powers worked?" She could imagine the kinds of experiments the Confederacy would have put her through had she manifested that particular power.

We got it. Sorta. Jono reached up, rubbing the bridge of his nose. I mean, the X-Men--'at's the group of mutants I'm 'round most--they go into space all the time. I ain't been on one of the missions, but it happens. An' there's a mutant name of Lila Cheney what can teleport, but the shortest distance she can teleport is a couple light years. Useful if yer needin' t' get to the Shi'ar homeworld quick. Not so much if yer jus' tryin' to get cross the country.

He shrugged. I ain't had to go on one of those missions yet. Another rub of his thumb along his nose. Been a bit resistant to testin', me. Though one of the blokes on the ship took a look at me for me medical exam, not long after we arrived. Said that... He made a motion toward his body. I ain't supposed to be like this. Reckons I trapped meself 'bout half way through manifestin' an' got stuck.

It sounded like these mutants had different powers, not all psi related. And Protoss could not teleport like that. Shi'ar- she'd never heard of them. Jono's universe must have been very different from Kerrigan's, very interesting but very different.

"Mainfesting into what? A being made of flame? Is there no way to reverse your transformation?"

Jono shrugged. Energy, not flame. Other 'an 'at? Not so much of an idea. Then he shook his head. Ain't any way to reverse it. Might be able t' reconstruct me face, but 'at'd jus' put me at risk of blowin' it all off again.

"I see I'm not the only one who has a lot to learn." Kerrigan couldn't help but make the comment. It was only fair, in her opinion.

"It's fitting that it looks like flame. Psi energy is powerful, difficult if not impossible to control." For years she had little, if any, empathy. The sudden feeling for Jono was unsettling.

Never said I didn', sunshine. Yeah, he'd picked up that she wasn't best pleased with the nickname earlier. But Jono rarely used names. There's a bloody lot fer me to learn yet. Wouldn' be no fun if I knew everythin'.

Jono glanced at her, then shook his head. Not impossible. Nothin's impossible to control 'less you let yerself thing i--bollocks!

The reason for the interjection became apparent a few moments later as a black and white feline head peeked up over Jono's shoulder, followed by the body as the cat scrambled onto his shoulder.

He turned a half-hearted glare on the cat, reaching up to pluck her down. Which got a protest, so he left her for the moment. Did I say nothin's impossible to control? I take 'at back. It don' go fer cats. And yet, his voice was faintly amused and definitely fond. Kerrigan, this is Siouxsie. Picked 'er up on Fairplay. Erm. Before yer time.

Kerrigan was still glaring at him for the nickname.

The cat... that brought up more unpleasant memories she tried to keep buried. No matter how hard she tried to ignore them they always came back full force.

"I read about Fairplay." She was grateful that she hadn't been there. "Hello, Siouxsie." She held out her hand for it to sniff. "Are you as aggravating as your master?"

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