Creep oozed under and over the human buildings, breaking them down into simple proteins and sugars to keep the hive cluster growing. Most of the zerg invasion force was posted at different locations to await the inevitable counter-attack. Others were sent to look for survivors. And even fewer of us were called to the hive, the very heart of the cluster. Several hatcheries were standing, and even more were being mutated, around the central hive. A few ultralisks and hydralisks stood there, only one zergling was there. Me.
We were all loaded inside the skin tissue of the overlords, and we did not know where we were headed. We didn't care. I noticed the air getting thinner; this was because we were going into space. We didn't care. A large human space platform covered in creep, spore colonies, a few scattered hatcheries, many spires, and one hive loomed before us. The overlords landed and we crawled out of them. We were beckoned to move toward the hive. Few zerg ground units were around us, however countless overlords loaded with drones moved quickly towards the planet surface. If Kerrigan had chosen to create more mutalisks for defense, perhaps we could have repelled the Protoss warships. However, the Overmind was granting Kerrigan her own control now, it was her fault, not the Overmind's. We moved quickly through the halls and tunnels of the hive till we reached a large room in the center. In that room was Kerrigan to the left, Daggoth in the middle, and Nargil to the right. Kerrigan began to speak about evolution and what we have done whenever we heard the first warships.
An electric humming was heard distantly, and a high pitched screech that we later realized were the screams of mutalisks dieing. Daggoth quickly called up a picture on the screen in the middle of the room. He saw carriers and scouts blasting waves of mutalisks as soon as they came. Nargil ordered all of the hatcheries to spawn scourges. The space platform moved toward the protoss, spore colonies firing acid spores at them from all angles, but it was useless. Kerrigan realized it was time to retreat whenever a scout slammed into the hive and its nose stuck into the room they were in. Kerrigan ordered the platform to move out of the area and a mix of the human engines and zerg biological engines moves the platform away from the area as fast as it would move. It was not fast enough.
The Judicator ordered the nuclear missiles to be launched. I have only recently been freed, so I have yet to regain all my memory. But I remember a bright flash, and in an instant all of the purple creep turned a sick dark red color and then I remember the blast wave hitting a spire, then the explosion bean to ebb, leavening half the stricture standing and the rest of it nearly disintegrated. The rest is very hazy, but I can still barely remember how we survived that nuclear fire.
Kerrigan, still young in her infestation and retaining some human traits, wanted to help who she could. The Cerebrates, jealous of the special treatment Kerrigan received, escaped without her on the special overlord for escapes. A second bomb was dropped, bionic zerg and engineered human material giving way to the explosion. Large sections of the space station came loose, plummeting down towards the surface of Barlosis.
The Queen of blades ordered us all to follow her as she ran from the exploding zerg structures, chunks of wet meat flying into the air with every protoss missile. A handful of zerg including myself followed after our queen without question. A protoss scout notes us and locked on, his training telling him to go for the larder targets first. Scout bullet ripped into the flesh of the Ultralisk behind me, chunks of its flesh being splattered onto myself and the Queen. She commanded the hydralisks to hold the Scout to cover her escape. It was now only her and I running from the protoss, who besides that one scout did not notice Kerrigan. We ran as fast as our enhanced legs would carry us. When we reached the end of the infested terran space platform, She stopped to give me a break I did not need or appreciate. The pang of Scout bullets mixed with the screaming of dieing hydralisks was heard behind us. Soon, the scout was back on our tail. The protoss fighter ship was badly damaged, it could be seen as blue fire erupted from its sides. The pilot was on a suicide run, and I now realize these protoss were as much slaves as I was. Blinded by their own pride and the strict moral code of their society, they lacked free will almost as much as I used to. We were both victims of twisted control, only theirs was not so direct. It all happened in an instant, and as quickly as it started in a wash of blue fire and explosions it was over with.
An Impact. The missile payload was released from the Jet into the platform in front of us. Kerrigan scrambled to safety, her quick thinking making it obvious why she was chosen as an agent of the swarm. Only seconds later the scout collided into the floor of the platform, and it was far more stress than this platform was built to handle and after a great creaking the floor cracked, and the gravity of Barlosis pulled us down, down, down towards our deaths. Kerrigan burrowed and I did the same. I could feel her emotions inside of my small mind, and I knew that what she felt was fear but also relief. The human part still left inside her wished for death, for freedom. I didn't realize it then, but the deepest part of me felt the same feelings.