CHAPTER 1: CEREBRATE SRESS
Sarah Kerrigan. Someone lost, stuck in the past, a prisoner in her own mind, pushed way under the intellectual river of herself, weighed down by the cement blocks of oppression. Drowned in the infested will, surrounded by the instinct of her Zerg counterpart, like a cellular membrane, keeping out the outer, physical world. Perhaps better explained like a mother shielding her child from the evils of the world. But she wants out. Any way possible.
It has become increasingly difficult for the Zerg counterpart to keep her inside. She began to show, and through this the Zerg began to worry, and through this the Cerebrates worried, until she found herself headed towards Char, the Zerg homeworld, for testimony against herself towards the Overmind. She found herself halfway there, when she heard the commotion. The Overmind was under attack by Jim Raynor and his newfound Protoss friend, Tassadar. She had to sit and listen to the outcries of the Zerg as they were slaughtered, to listen through the death and chaos, the Zerg losing. She knew the fate of the Overmind, for it was to die, and she to become queen of the Zerg. It was her destiny, and she could do nothing to stop it from coming, like she wanted to.
It finally happened an hour after it had began. The Overmind, killed by the fool Tassadar, lay in a burning heap of Zerg flesh and blood. It burned because it had been a leader, the leader of destruction, a leader who it may seem committed war crimes, and was having its trial. Trial by fire, by the angry bursts of the weaponry of the Terrans, and the plasmic energy from the Protoss. The figurehead of Zerg war strategies had been taken out, and by Raynor and his friend, Tassadar. What a fool, thought Kerrigan.
That was all it took. That one thought, that one minuscule synaptic reaction to finally realize what happened. Sarah Kerrigan was free. Free from the control of the Overmind, free to make her own decisions, have her own thoughts, at her own will, whenever she pleased, whatever she pleased. Free. The word now had new meaning, and she bubbled up out of the river of oppression, like a thought-dead hero returning alive, to take her rightful place at the throne. Sarah Kerrigan resided next to her Zerg counterpart, much to the dismay of the Zerg counterpart. It fought her, tried to force her back, but she was stronger, much stronger, and forced it under her control, the slave becoming the master, and vice versa. She pushed into a cell in her mind, locked it, and kept the key for when she would need to use it to control other Zerg.
She then concentrated the Zerg counterpart to gain control of the Overlord she was in. Halfway in flight, and after much concentration, she got it. Little did she realize that she had captured the whole fleet. The mental stress and strain on her brain created an instant headache, having to control and monitor several other minds, savage and restless. And yet, this feeling left, as the Overlords regained control, but Kerrigan was able to control them, and through the chain, control her new minions.
And yet, she smiled. She would test her new abilities, in order to gain control. She wanted more, more power, more influence, more control over the race that forcefully took her. She began her quest for revenge, and a revenge so ironic. Ironic, indeed, in how she, the slave, the one taken so abruptly and unwillingly, would rise to the top of the command, to control those who stole her life away. She set a course for Aiur, the Protoss homeworld. There she would take control of the broods attacking the Protoss, as to gain their respect. With that, she thought of what to do after gaining an alliance with the Protoss.
"Daggoth. Daggoth, are you there?"
The voice had interrupted the Cerebrate's sleep, his quiet time, his time of rest. Commanding an army with basically no mind of its own was exhausting, and the Cerebrates needed time alone. But his was being interrupted by the newest member of the Cerebrates, Algiz. He was young, inexperienced, yet cautious, not rash and aggressive, which has saved him from worthless battles over nothing. He was an excellent combat conservative, keeping his Zerg from attacking unless he knew he could win, instead of rushing in and trying to kill everything he could before being beaten himself, which was typical of young Cerebrates. Even if he was different, he was still annoying to all of the other Cerebrates, because he asked way too many questions, even for a beginner. That was his downside; he didn't know how hard it was run an army, and kept asking the older Cerebrates useless questions that pertained to nothing, like, "Why do the Protoss hate us?" and "Why do we need to collect minerals?"
Daggoth realized that he couldn't keep quiet forever. He mentally sighed, and said, "Yes Algiz. What seems to be the trouble?"
Algiz didn't seem to know where to start, judging from the awkward silence that Daggoth had received from him. He then said, in a slow voice, as in putting the sentence together as he spoke, "The Overmind is dead."
"Yes, Algiz, I know, I felt my strain wave about two hours ago. It was quite the shock, but I can handle it," said Daggoth, impatient with the youngling's questions.
"Yes, I just experienced mine. Daggoth? I have seen images that seems to bring me to question my sanity, an-"
"You were wondering why they happened. Yes, don't we all. It's just that all Cerebrates have them every once and a while, when the mental strain gets too large for us to handle. The images have been researched, and are nothing. No, your sanity is not in question, you're fatigued. Get some rest. Now, if you don't mind, I have some rest to achieve myself, for my swarm is growing, and I need my rest," Daggoth, his annoyance growing with each passing question, was about to rest, when Algiz interrupted him once more.
"Daggoth, Kerrigan has escaped, and is heading towards the Protoss homeworld, Aiur, or whatever it may be. What are your orders, as I am the closest to her?" Daggoth realized he wasn't about to be told to let the elders take care of her. He was going after her, with or without orders. Conservative in battle, aggressive in everything else.
"Chase her, see what she is up to, and report back to me," Daggoth spoke in a weary tone.
"Very well. I will leave you to sleep." And with that, he closed communications with Daggoth, and Daggoth, in the silence, went to rest.
