Chapter 2: Rescue!
A Zergling walked into town. He had a leash and collar, the end of which floated in mid-air next to him. "Dark Templar" someone said, and suddenly it made sense. The pair purchased some dried beef ad moved on. They still traveled east. Once outside town, Psiona changed back. Shifting to a dark Templar took less energy than cloaking.
"Dang it, Bob, it's been a month! How far east? All the way back to the fricken' starting place?!?!?!?!"
No no no Bob doesn't know asking He says close we are close almost over yeah yeah funfunfun.
"Whatever."
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"It's been a MONTH AND A HALF!!! HOW CLOSE ARE WE?!?!?!"
Ummm, he says we passed it it's south and west don't be mad please please please!
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHH!!!!!!!!!"
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"Are we there yet?"
yes yes look!
She looked. There were some old buildings guarded by Zerglings. One overlord was sufficient to reveal the entire compound. Great. She couldn't fight her way through THAT!!
She had an idea. She still had some military supplies…
"Bob, listen close. Run over there, pull this ring, and throw the green part. Throw as hard as you can that way. Then run back here. THROW HARD!!!!"
why why why?
"Otherwise you will explode."
Bob Explodee!
"That's not good."
Oh. Bob no explodee.
"Yeah, sure, just GO!"
Sure enough, the explosion caused a distraction. When the overlord cruised over to check it out, she cloaked and snuch into the main building. Down the hall, into a small room at the back. Or rather, up to. It was locked. She had expected that. She pulled out her lockpick and got to work.
20 minutes later, she had it open. Inside it was cool and moist and dim. The floor was covered by creep, and the walls by soft organic threads. In the very center was a cocoon, a chrysalis, but thankfully not mature. Psiona quickly sliced it open, and Demona fell out. She lay still on the ground.
"Oh my god, Demona, are you alright?" She detected a weak pulse, a slow, raddagy breath. "Oh thank god. Demona, Demona can you hear me? Jennifer? Sister?"
She stirred briefly, groaned slightly. Psiona dared not hope. She could be dying, could be Zerg fully, could be mentally retarded.
"ssss…sssss"
For a second, Psiona feared the worst. Was she hissing at her?
"ssisss… sissk…siss…"
"Sister?"
"yesssss"
Her voice sounded different, raspy, hissy, Zergish.
"sss…"
"Yes. I'm you sister."
"ssi… sssi'na"
"Yes! Psiona! That's me!"
"ssi'na."
Psiona was relived to find her sister was still herself, albeit changed, weaker. She had arrived just in time.
"Come on, let's get you out of here."
She scooped her up tenderly, cloaking them both, and snuck out with her to where Bob waited. She was so light! In the sun, Psiona was astonished to see her sister. She had a large black eye, and her ankle looked as if it had broken and healed wrong. She was covered in welts, bruises, scars, and dried blood. But since Demona had limited healing powers, Psiona knew it must have originally been much worse. Oh Demona, what have they done to you?
Ok, it's short. I will type the next chapter now so you have more to read. Only one more chapter until the end can begin!
