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 doubt it. I had far more than wings." Kerrigan said shortly.

Another slightly more derisive snort. "What is this, the misery olympics? I can tell you're not totally human, in a different way than I'm not totally human. And it sounds like you've got some assholes in your past, too. Hope you taught them not to fuck around any more the hard way."

There was no verbal response, more of a feeling of barely restrained rage at the (perceived) mocking. For a moment it looked like Kerrigan was about to spring forward and attack him. Her body twitched but that was all.

"I'm still working on the last two."

It might have been subtle, but with his senses, Midnighter caught that twitch, instantly calculating the odds that she would attack, and if so, how. All of this happened before she even had time to still again.

"Yeah, well, you ever want help - I hate bastards who fuck around like that." There was a controlled edge of anger there that meant he was deadly serious about those words.

"Hm. You're not the first person who has offered. The Daligig are not popular on this ship." She understood that. Most of the others had not been experimented on personally, at least not to her extent, but they were all still puppets in their interdimensional game.

He snorted. "Yeah, I've heard that. I'd like to give it a go anyway, though. An actual challenge might be nice, too."

"Hm, you're bored then?" She had to admit that the Ohm were challenging in some respects but mostly they were disturbing to her. She would much rather be fighting the Daligig who had so clearly wronged her instead of the Ohm, who reminded her too much of how she had wronged others.

He shrugged. "I was built to fight. And the Sensoriums are their own level of creepy bullshit." And they just plain weren't as fun.

"They are but until I find another more suitable way to train," If by train you meant sate your bloodlust, "then I will tolerate them. But it's not the same."

It felt good to be able to talk about it openly without the other person squirming uncomfortably mentally and physically.

"We should go a round or two, sometime." He couldn't tell what her enhancements were, right now - other than the obvious 'not fully human' - but it was always interesting to see who could actually keep up with him.

"I'll take you up on that." Kerrigan smiled and for once it wasn't meant to intimidate although it was hard to tell. "Any time you're ready."

There was a bark of laughter. "I'd say right now, but I'm not really interested in collateral damage."

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