trans_9 | Moby Dick will drive anyone to murder [Open]

[[OOC: Kerrigan is in the brig for around three weeks ICly. Characters can come up to her at any point in those three weeks here.]]

Kerrigan was used to cells. At least this time there wasn’t a mass of purple flesh on the floor, pulsing as it spread closer to her. That had been a different place- in another life and yet the memory remained. The fear remained.

She was defenseless. No, that was not true. Even without weapons Kerrigan was far from defenseless. The power dampeners may have taken away what was left of her psychic powers but she could still defend herself if needed, as unlikely as it was. Several weeks in the brig for stabbing someone a dozen times even after she’d told them exactly who they had in custody. It was laughable. It wasn’t what she deserved.

Maybe that was why they’d given her Moby Dick to read. Kerrigan only had her omnicomm for a few hours of the day and there was nothing else to do in here so she was allowed to read selections from the Media Library. She told them she didn’t care and to pick something randomly. They had to have given her this book on purpose. Not only was it torturous but the message was fitting- a man obsessed with revenge. The story had potential if only reading it didn’t leave her wanting to claw her eyes out (if only she still had claws). She would read and toss it aside. Then after hours and hours of nothing but silence and thinking and remembering she would start reading again. Anything to get away from the memories.

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He couldn't be making a more obvious line-face... And yet he simply sighed.

"Alright, alright. I get the jist of it... You know, if ya want me ta go Sarah, all ya gotta do is ask."

A very insistent voice in the back of her head said shouted "yes" but Kerrigan shook her head. "No, I don't want that."

To think, she had thought it was hard to interact with people when she could read their minds. Now Splicer felt like a cardboard cut out to her.

She took several moments to clear her head. This had to be done.

"There is something else I need to ask you."

That she had said she wanted him to stay was surprise enough. Then to ask something else? He didn't know whether to take it as a good or a bad thing, and he didn't mean for him...

He raised a brow and looked over at her.

"Yeah? Sure, what'cha need Sarah?"

There was no tactful way to put this.

"If I try to kill someone again, unprovoked and with no reason, I need you to kill me."

"I -- what?" He asked suddenly. "Wait, why would you want that? If you did something like that, you wouldn't have been in the right state of mind. Why would you want me to kill you?!" Splicer asked confused.

Kerrigan stood. Splicer wouldn't need to read her mind to tell that she was angry, it was all over her face.

"You are worse than the fools they have in charge of Security." She snapped. "You know what I'm capable of. You know that I can't be allowed to turn into that- thing again."

"That thing is part of you now Sarah! For better or worse!" he yelled back knowing all too well these might be the last words he might be speaking... But considering what he was turned into himself... This was as natural behavior as any to preserve his Queen.

"These fuckers are the ones pushing you, if there's anyone to blame it's them and not yourself! They already KNOW that circumstances and they already KNOW the consequences! Are you simply going to give up on your goals? The Queen of Blades wouldn't simply give up, and more than anyone? Sarah Kerrigan wouldn't give up. She never did, even with everything..." He narrowed his eyes in determined anger.

Kerrigan walked as close to Splicer as she could with the bars between them.

"I am not giving up and I am not the Queen of Blades. She murdered billions of people. Should I finish what she started, beginning with you?" She hissed.

Splicer stood his ground, glaring at her. "You are what you are whether you like it or not Sarah. It's what we make of ourselves afterwards that counts. You might not have chosen to be her, but in the end she's as much a part of you as anything else..."

He paused, grasping his chest for a moment before frowning, "I... I can feel it... You're still someone I looked up to and you're still my queen... And just like you I didn't choose this path, but I accept it. Billions of people? One person? It doesn't matter. You still took a life and you have to live with that. I've had my fair share of destruction, I won't deny that. Hundreds of thousands have died at the hands of me and my crew and who knows how many more due to the backlash... I know it ain't easy sugar but I ain't about to give up now."

Kerrigan's hands clenched into fists. Her nails dug into her palms.

Something caused the shield between the bars to flash. The power dampener was still in effect but the spike of energy that just shot off of Kerrigan was too strong to stop completely.

"This isn't about what I did. This is about preventing more unnecessary deaths."

"You're asking me to take out someone who has no control over their actions... Unless you are deliberately and consciously killing them..." He shook his head and crossed his arms.

"I knew what I was doing!" Kerrigan yelled. "I wanted to kill him!"

If it had been a flashback it would have been different. If she had lost her mind completely it would have been so much easier. But it wasn't.

"I liked it."

"It's in our goddamned nature Sarah. Do you not think that I get the urges any other zerg would?!" He bellowed out before he could stop himself, quickly looking around to make sure he hadn't been heard.

Letting out a sigh, he shook his head and turned back to Kerrigan looking a bit more worse for wear.

"Look... If it comes down to something exceedingly dangerous... That puts the crew at risk... I... Maybe... I think you'd best just issue the order now ma'am." he replied grimly.

Kerrigan's lips quirked into what looked suspiciously like a smirk though the anger wasn't gone.

"You want to kill me now?"

"You misunderstand. I don't want to." he replied in a tired voice.

He withheld furthering his thoughts as he knew she'd figure things out soon.

"Why should it be an order? I have no rank here. It doesn't mean anything... unless it's part of your nature."

He remained silent. There wasn't much point in hiding something she could feel if she was at her full potential and not behind power dampeners.

Now that was interesting and useful.

"If I kill someone who is uninvolved with the Daligig, and has given me no reason to attack them, I order you to kill me. Does that work?"

Fuck....

"..... Understood." Splicer sighed hesitantly.

It was an odd, that feeling of triumph at plotting her own death. ~~Not nearly as pleasurable as plotting the death of someone else.~~

"Let's hope we never have to test that order."

"For once... I think we agree on something." Splicer replied a bit somberly, pushing his shades up the bridge of his nose till his eyes were obscured.

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