StarCraft: Infection [Begins]

[Blue62]

Get to work on it, jeez Hap, he's just a kid. Admittedly very good at what he does....Walking briskly, Hap wove his way between the growing crowds, headed toward the base. A dropship had touched down and someone in the flight control tower had *finaly* decided to let him know they would need a briefing. Easing into the room from the back he looked around a touch warily. Leaning his rifle in a corner out of the way, confidant no one would touch it, he walked along the fairly open space by the wall to the front, raising a hand.
"Ladies and gentleman, please, just a mometn then you can go about your duties. My name's Hap, I'm the sherrif round these parts. Outpost 29 ain't much to look at, ain't much to do here, but we do have the odd fight. I know you're all trained, probaby a level up from the miners here, but I will personally turf you if you cause trouble. Got two bars, the Husky's probably the cleaner of the two, unless we get some girls in there."
He hesitated there unsure what to say, "We've lost contact with a number of settlements in the past couple of weeks, as you may have heard. If you know anything about that, please let me know, but in any case, the fact that you're here, tells me there may well be a shitstorm headed for a very lonesome fan. Keep your wits about you."
Nodding once he stepped through the group, picking out the pilot and nodding to her, "That was a nice landing, Miss."

[Pichu Luver]

Kelnari Currently being…studied.

‘May Adun return to burn your pathetic little MINDS.’

Kelnari was irritated. There was nothing she could do about it either. She tried meditating and reaching out through the Khala, but the humans prevented any contact. She could not find that peace she held so dear. The one time they had released their hold the slightest margin, the only mind she had felt was another pestilent human. The gall! To think she would commune with one of their species while others experimented on her!

It’s not like she could have spoken to the female anyway. No that is an untruth. Maybe she could have, she’d picked up a lot of the language since her fall seven days ago. Speaking of which, she still did not understand why she was here. Oh it was obvious what the humans had brought her here for, but when she was shot she should have been teleported away. The only thing that would prevent that would be if someone had damaged the crystal, making that escape impossible.

‘When I get out of here I will burn your minds, but not before your bodies. You should be sane while your skin cracks and your blood boils.’

At least the underlings of that vocally disabled, cerebrate fleshed, Queen were afraid. She could smell it in her skin. She was a rejection of all they knew to be true, and even with her mind trapped with the confines of this human helmet, she radiated anger. Being nearly 3 metres tall (as her torturers measured things) would have made these puny creatures nervous in any case. That she was—in their slang—fucking pissed off, added to their anxiety. These creatures may have few who were psionically gifted, but they could still sense emotions rather well.

‘Especially when I am emanating it with every fibre of my being,’ she thought as yet another scientist adjusted a tube while his eyes kept flicking back to her.

They had been terrified when she had first arrived, but after being trussed up to various cables, unable to move, unable to do more than glare and emanate fury, they were losing their fear. It was provoking how they were getting used to her. The only way she was keeping any semblance of respect was every now and again she’d test the limits of her Strife created helmet, and jerk with as much force as she could against her restraints.

So generally, everything was infuriating and she could do nothing about it.

The only reason she was in this predicament was because she had accidentally smacked into a cloaked Wraith patrol. She’d normally had been able to avoid them (as she had an Observer with her) but just then her ‘escort’ had fallen back to, well; observe something and she’d crashed into one of their ships. Her shield took the damage, but it had been knocked down enough for the Wraith to easily break down the last of it before she could get away.

She wasn’t stupid; a whole Wraith squadron against one lone Scout was no fight. Even for the Terrans. She had turn to run when shots from the Wraith took out her engines and she crashed. She sent a message back that she was down, she knew her brethren received it, but there was nothing they could do. So she fought.

‘I can’t believe they call their Marines and Firebats ‘fighters’. My blades sliced through their flesh faster than I can think Zerg fodder.’

It was clear the humans had not expected such a fight. The first dozen fell before they could get more than a few shots off. They obviously wanted her alive, with the Wraiths hovering above, it would not have taken to much more to finish her, but they did not fire. More and more bodies were given to her for flaying until she had a small ring around her place by her craft. She even felt some anger against the human leaders ordering these men to approach her. It was obvious they cared little for the amount of lives spent, only results.

‘The LEAST they could have done was given me a fair fight. Not spend lives needlessly! They only human worth fighting shot me from half a mile away.’

It was apparent that the superiors finally realized you could not throw men against her and expect different results. So they got that female she briefly sensed to shoot her down. It still wouldn’t have worked except for the fact the ‘fodder’ had finally worn down her personal shield enough the shot got through.

‘There is no dishonour in falling. A hole in my abdomen is sufficient cause to loose consciousness.’

She tried to hear the truth in that mantra, but her collapse ended with her here, being prodded, jabbed and interrogated. That was the one thing she had been amused by, interrogated. In the beginning she didn’t understand them anyway and now, any Protoss who called themselves Templar had more mental fortitude then that Broodling creator could hope to understand.

With a quick flicker the mirror across from her resolved into a glass window. She narrowed her eyes as she saw the female that had shot her standing there. The tubes and restraints forced her upright into a hunched over position. It was ridiculous, with their ceiling height she was forced to crouch, and if she could have moved, it probably would be more efficient to go on all fours then walk.

There was only one reason the female was here, to talk. The only thing she had ever told her was that she needed sunlight or she would die. The scientist scoffed when the pink skin had told them this, but after having nearly died on them two days later, they changed their tune and now she had a shaft leading up to the roof.

They obviously hoped one successful communication would lead to another, but she had no intention of that. It hadn’t even been a communication. It had consisted of the helmet power going down, she trying to fry every living thing within reason and finding she couldn’t. So she had reached out instead and found only the female capable of easy communication. She knew she was weakening and seeing no other option, gave her images of the sun and her healthy versus at night and sickening.

She had raised an eyebrow, and Kelnari had felt her confusion and some surprise. Kelnari had cursed and dived into her head searching for words. ‘Caden’ had tried to fight her but before she could signal to the experimenters to raise the shield, Kelnari had her words and backed out.

“: Food you healthy. Sun my food healthy. No sun I die. :”

She had looked slightly dazed and angry at having her mind riffled through, but she turned had turned to the head torturer with the funny language, and Kelnari felt her explain it. He hadn’t seemed to believe it, until two days later when her vitals crashed.

Now, well her wound had been healed by their Medics and she and Caden engaged in a staring match every day. This time though, her shooter had a message.

“: Doctor Cornelius says that if you do not talk to me, you will lose the sun. :”

‘And I’ll be a good prisoner and do your bidding you think?’ She thought, amused by the threat.

“: Ahhhhrr! Curses upon you Adun defier! :” She jerked against her restraints and tried to grab the peon who had just jabbed her with a needle in her nerve cord. He leaped back, but it was unnecessary, she could barely move her arm, and could only just turn her head to glare at him.

Caden raised an eyebrow and smirked. “: There’s goes your resolve to suffer in silence I assume? :”

‘I hate these creatures.’ she grumbled to herself.
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Lots o curses, threats to end life. The usual. Tag CT. Blade too if your char wants to walk in on thier 'conversation'.