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With these shattered ideals [Closed]

Characters: Sarah Kerrigan (

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Location: Rooftop of the Hospital
Rating: PG?
Time: October 15th - Mid-Morning
Description: They haven't formally spoken since the Party, but Tassadar has come to track Kerrigan down to see how she's making out.

She had headed to the top of a tall building in order to have a good view of the city as well as to have access to some fierce electronic devices. There was nothing like being able to work with the low hum of large turbines to help her work as her bare fingers worked to remove the protective casing of her hostile environment suit battery pack.

Upon removing it to view the sensitive inner workings, she studied the battery back carefully for signs of malfunction. It was in perfect order, and as she fished around in the connecting wires, she noted that none of them had been loosened or even frayed. She continued to study the device, fingering the various workings before coming to the quick determination that there was no reason for her battery pack to be dead. It should be working to enhance her hostile environment suit.

Sitting back, she looked to the air conditioning unit that she was in the shadow of and smirked as she slipped over and worked the screws of protecting the power supply to the large box off. Her green eyes passed over the various wires, following them to various sources before she simply flipped the master switch to turn the unit off.

Reaching out, she began to pull out a few wires that clearly were providing power. That was what she needed to recharge her power supply back up the full, she was certain of that. Sarah connected the wires in and then flipped the master switch to return the air conditioning unit to being on, watching as electricity flowed into the power supply unit.

"If only this place had real technology..."

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It had been some time since Sarah Kerrigan had entered this city. Tassadar hadn't hesitated in heading off to assess the threat she may have posed, but ultimately he discovered she appeared to be quite the opposite. That was a relief to discover, and the templar had eventually slowed his tracking down to a complete halt.

He hadn't seen her since the human gathering a number of days back. To him, there simply hadn't been a need to seek her out, as she had proven herself. Still, as the days worn on, he found himself curious as to just what the Queen of Blades was truly like before the infestation occurred.

The monster that he had gone up against on Char simply did not exist here, and he was given such a rare opportunity to uncover a hidden depth to the Ghost. This was something that he wouldn't pass up, and perhaps on his return to Aiur, he would return further enlightened regarding Sarah Kerrigan.

That was why he found himself tracking the Ghost.

His travels took him to the opposite side of the city while he followed her scent. While he may not have gone through the building itself, the templar had used his long arms and legs to begin scaling the building. It had been an easy feat for him to do, and as he neared the top, Tassadar pulled himself up and over the railing.

He had yet to catch sight of where she was, but the strong scent on the air drew him towards Kerrigan's location. Tassadar didn't say anything at first, but as he came into sight some distance away, the templar murmured, 'Do not be startled, for I mean you no harm.'

The energy flowed from the primitive air conditioning unit into her battery pack, and she watched in fascination as the process took much longer than she would have thought possible. Things in the past just weren't nearly as effective as those in her time and space, but she was patient when she needed to be.

Of course, she turned her head at the sound of nails against the cement of the building, and it didn't take a science vessel engineer to know that someone was climbing. She ignored the subtle noise and instead simply allowed herself to calm with the sound of the air condition turbine whirling next to her head.

Slowly, she rose to her feet at the invasion of mental speech before turning fully to regard the hulking Protoss form. "What do you want? I'm not doing anything that will cause the deaths of millions, so there is no need for you to baby-sit me."

His gaze shifted over to quietly observe just what Kerrigan was working on. It didn't take much effort to draw any conclusions, and he had to silently commend the Ghost's attempts to re-power her equipment.

Tassadar's attention returned back to the one in question as Kerrigan stood. He didn't stop his approach until he stood a good few feet in front of the Ghost operative's position. While he'd hardly call what he was doing 'baby-sitting', the templr wouldn't deny his curiosity.

'I know well that you are no threat to this city, Sarah Kerrigan,' Tassadar calmly murmured, 'I have found my own curiosity drawing me to you today, however.'

The air conditioning unit began to sputter lightly as most of its energy was redirected to her hostile environment suit battery pack recharged rapidly. Still, it wasn't nearly as fast as the Confederacy link-ups, but it was better than nothing. This was the only way to get her suit working, so she would bide her time patiently.

She held her ground, aware that Tassadar meant her no harm just yet. He would have been far more quiet if he had wanted her tossed off the building, so he had to be here either on business or to do his weekly check-up. Of course, she didn't entirely trust his claim to accepting her as a limited threat to the city.

"I had no idea the Protoss were so curious. You usually keep to yourselves on those fancy golden ships of yours," she replied before turning away to check on her battery pack to make certain it wasn't going to fry itself. "Though... I suppose there is a lot the Terran don't know about your race."

Tassadar kept part of his attention on the sounds the box machine was making. He doubted it would pose a threat to either of them, but human technology was far different than that of his own people's. Still, he held faith in the abilities Kerrigan had to judge what was safe or not.

'Most do not find it in their best interest to be curious towards certain things,' he said with an incline of his head. What she spoke was partially correct, and it was why he had originally begun purifying the outer worlds of the Zerg infection. 'While most hold no interest in the Terran race, James Raynor and his allies have changed the outlook I hold towards humans.'

Regarding her quietly when she spoke of the Terran's lack of knowledge, Tassadar remained silent. Their races had been, and still were, at war with each other, and so her words came as no surprise.

She crouched down and jiggled a few wires that she had detached from the air conditioner computer and forced the output to increase so that both her battery pack and the machine was working. She continued on with her work as she considered the fact that this wasn't the first (or probably the last) time that Tassadar would decide to pay her an unannounced visitation.

"Easier to simply eradicate planets and all life on it instead?" She didn't glance over her shoulder as she silently began working on the battery pack on the rooftop. She couldn't help but stiffen a bit at the mention of Jim, but she shook the questions off. "So we aren't just a bunch of red-necked criminals who are ripe for the zerg take-over now?"

Watching her work, Tassadar showed no reaction to the stated question she asked in return. It had come as no surprise given his past actions, and while he had come to see the error in his ways, the templar could do nothing to change what he had done. Not only that, but he would not apologise for either.

'That is what we believed in the beginning, yes,' Tassadar said, but spoke no further details on the matter. At the time, that was what they'd all believed to be the best course of action. The fact that he'd slowly changed his mind during that period was no important.

Still, he took note of the way she reacted to Raynor's name. A reaction wasn't something he'd been looking for, but it was a curious gesture to witness. 'We have always regarded the terran as Dae'Uhl, but circumstances forces us to retract such an outlook on your people. What we have discovered is that there are some humans who wish for nothing more than to benefit themselves, but there are also those out there who hold great potential.'

And it apparently was the same belief that Selendis kept, given how much the other Protoss disliked her. For whatever reason, Tassadar chose not to insult her but instead always came to check up on her as if she were still some danger. It wasn't like she was stealing much electricity from the air conditioner.

Her fingers worked silently to check the level of completeness, but she was forced to do it manually given how the battery pack wouldn't work. It was almost full, and while she crouched staring at the charging device, she allowed herself to listen to what the Protoss was saying.

"Every race has those traits, not just the Terran populous. Are there no ambitious Protoss, or do you all just do as you're told?" She wasn't familiar with their system, and in some ways, she wasn't interested. She simply considered all to be the same.

He took another two steps in towards Kerrigan as she continued to work. Crouching down in that spot, his armour glinted in the light filtering down around them while he regarded the Ghost thoughtfully. Whether he was standing or not made no difference to his alertness, but he held no doubt that she would not attack.

'Protoss society is far different than that of human society,' Tassadar calmly said while his gaze remained fixated on Kerrigan. He didn't see any point in explaining how his society worked unless she decided to be interested in the subject. Somehow he doubted that. 'To place how Protoss society is run beneath such a narrow thought would be incorrect.'

She had no idea why he was creeping in on her when it was obvious what she was doing. It wasn't complicated, and he didn't need to take two steps at a time to see where her personal bubble stopped. Uh, he was very annoying, but since he hadn't come to pick a fight, it was best to leave him in peace to be a creeper. It reminded her too much of those awkward corporals who wanted to get close but weren't sure how to approach.

"I'll take your word for it," she replied. It seemed the Jim must have taken the time to explain their society if Tassadar could definitively say how different they were. "Then perhaps it's best that you don't consider our society to be limited to such a small box either."

The reply didn't come as any surprise, but that didn't mean that he wasn't taking note and processing the information. What he wanted was to understand the woman before she became the Queen of Blade, and every little gesture done and word said was furthering his knowledge.

When his movements came to a stop, Tassadar slowly crouched down. His gesture was obviously one to show that he wasn't yet leaving, but whether Kerrigan saw any deeper into it was up to her to discover.

'And just how would you describe Terran society?' Tassadar thoughtfully asked instead.

She tilted her head as the air conditioning machine picked up again, and she checked her battery supply to find it full. She manually shut off the air conditioning unit before unplugging her battery supply. It was only after she folded up the cords and tucked them away that she turn it back on.

Sarah turned her head and stared openly at the crouching Protoss, trying to decide if it was worth having a debate about their people. She reached out to take the battery supply and attached it to her back again.

"Ants," she replied softly. "The Terran are like smart ants, but with more than one leader." She pressed the image of a colony of ants towards Tassadar.

He continued to observe even when it appeared that she was packing the cords away. Obviously whatever she wanted to achieve didn't occur, but given that their technology didn't function here, Tassadar wasn't all that surprised. His wrist mounted psi-blades were non-functional, along with the pulse of protective energy that emanated from his armour.

Kerrigan's answer was something he found interesting. Aiur had the insects that Kerrigan spoke of, even if they referred to them under a different name. Nodding his head, his mind absorbed the mental image Kerrigan pressed out towards him.

'I can see where you'd get such an analogy. And while there are those who blindly follow, there are also those who stray from conformity when needed,' Tassadar murmured before inclining his head. 'In some ways, our two societies are similar.'

Once the power supply was in place, she flexed her hands in the suit. When it didn't automatically power up, she reached over her shoulder and pressed the manual jump button. There was a momentary shudder of her hostile environment suit, and she simply dropped down her infrared visor down.

There was an annoying blinking light where the time and date should have been. Just great; she had powered up a useless aspect of the suit, and she already knew that such blinking would get annoying quickly.

Huffing, she pushed the visor up to sit at the top of her head again and looked to Tassadar. "We also scramble around taking things apart and putting them together in different ways, constantly changing our environment." She nodded slowly to admittance, chewing on it silently. "Yet, the Zerg are like Terran... changing things, blindly following...."

There was no need for him to make mention that her equipment would not work in this world. That was something that Kerrigan had to discover for herself. If there was one thing that he was beginning to understand, it was that strong sense of independence she felt within. Granted, that could have been simply because of who he was and what he represented, but he doubted that was the case.

He remained crouched where he was as she continued speaking. Nodding his head, he regarded her thoughtfully at the admittance. 'And you, do you no longer blindly follow the path of the others?' Tassadar asked.

This transition between who she was, and who she'd be on return was, perhaps, the most important. While he would never voice his thoughts, the templar knew well that without the constraints of Mengsk, that this future queen had freedom of thought and action.

How bothersome that this place didn't even have the capacity to get her hostile environment suit working appropriately. This place was so low technology wise that it was stifling, and it was also a huge set-back for her plans. Apparently all she was now was blinking lights and a clock that didn't work.

Sarah looked sharply at the crouching Protoss for his question, and her eyes hardened considerably. She knew well that Mengsk had abandoned her to die in New Gettysburg, but she didn't want to talk about it. Still, taking all of her silent betrayal on this Protoss wasn't going to make her feel better; she knew that.

"Last time I checked the Terran Confederacy and the Sons of Korhal don't exist here," she replied as an irritated way of saying 'no'. "Besides, my cybernetics probably aren't functional anyway."

The fact that her gaze hardened didn't go unnoticed, but Tassadar continued to regard the ghost thoughtfully. He knew well that any topic regarding her past would result in the hostile replies, but that was more than fine by him. So long as there was no violence, Tassadar would continue on.

'They are not, but that does not mean that one walks their own path,' the templar reasoned. Tilting his head curiously to one side, Tassadar asked, 'Now that you are free of the Terran Confederacy and Sons of Korhal, what do you intend to do?'

Sarah gave Tassadar a long measuring look when it appeared that he would press on regardless of her reply. That thought caused her to climb to her feet again, and she swung her arms to make certain that her battery pack was fully in place.

"That's up for debate," she replied mysteriously. "For now, not getting bored and not losing my skills."

He remained crouched on the roof when Kerrigan stood up. Tassadar didn't feel threatened in the slightest, even as she moved to settle the battery pack on her back.

The fact that she answered so mysteriously didn't bother him in the slightest, and he continued to push the conversation. 'Have you considered using your skills to protect the people of this city?' he asked.

She paused in her stretching and work to glance at the crouching Protoss. Even in such a position, he was looking right at her. She had forgotten how tall and imposing they were they wanted to be. It was better to have them down the scope of her rifle, that was for certain.

"I've considered it, but I haven't seen that it's worth my time. Besides, the Watch has lots of people to order around," she said simply. She wasn't certain if she was willing to enter the chain of command so soon after being left behind as she had been.

Giving commands, or following orders, were both things that Tassadar knew how to do. While he had been betrayed by his own people during their war against the Overmind, the templar had handled the situation entirely differently. There were differences between them other than their race, but some part of him could understand her reasoning.

'And what of this war?' He asked after a few more moments of thought. Whether she joined the Watch or not was her own decision, but he was curious to see if she would fight against the Witches or not.

Sarah paused in his next question before she finally turned her back on him entirely. She had just come from a real warzone, and she hadn't seen much of the one that they were currently in anyway. Still, the equipment that made her effective was malfunctioning.

However, as much as she disliked admitting it, she was made for war. That was her purpose, and it was something that she was very good at as well. "So far, I haven't seen much of a war going on. It's mostly training civilians to be useful and that's it. Not what I call a war."

'There is much training that needs to be done whether each individual is experienced or not,' Tassadar begun, 'Those like us may know how to fight, but our powers are considered weak here, and we must hone our strength.'

There was a soft blue glow emanating from his gaze as he considered their situation. This war truly was unlike the one they had faced back in their sector of space. He had seen snippets of what dangers this world held, and with a moment of consideration, the templar asked, 'Do you wish to know the force we're fighting against?'

She was well aware of his words as being correct, especially since her attempt to charge her suit had failed. That meant that it was the dampened psychic shield that was apparently around here. Of course, honing strength meant that she was back to the idea that she needed to find a meister. "Well, when I find a meister, maybe I'll join in."

Raising an eyebrow at his question, she regarded him suspiciously before shrugging her shoulders. "Giving me an idea what I might eventually face out there in the big wide open world? That's generous."

He nodded his head at her words. Whether Kerrigan found herself a meister or not was her own decision. It was something Tassadar wouldn't interfere in, even if he felt some level of curiosity to see just what type of meister she'd ultimately end up picking.

The suspicion was easily sensed, but Tassadar made no mention of it. Instead, he simply regarded her calmly while saying, 'We are fighting for the same side, and I see little value in withholding such information.'

It went to show how calm he could be, given that she could drop pretenses and just fight him if she wanted to. He would wipe the floor with her just based on size and strength, but he seemed unconcerned and even... trusting (maybe that was the wrong word) that she would keep the peace as he did.

"Last time I checked, I technically wasn't fighting for any side yet," she replied. Still, if this came to a battle, she was better off knowing what she would be up against anyway. "However... tell me about these witches."

'Perhaps, perhaps not, but I hold no doubt that you will defend yourself should you be in a situation concerning the Witches,' Tassadar said while Kerrigan initially fell quiet. He wondered if she'd lowered her guard enough to ask for information from a Protoss.

Regarding her thoughtfully, the templar was pleased by her reply. Perhaps they could eventually move forward, given time. However, he knew that she would be cautious (at best) at his delivery method. 'I believe that it would be far more effective to simply show you what I have so far experienced.'

"I have no qualms defending myself against a threat to my well-being," she replied even though it was obvious. They might have been from different races, but their methods of dealing with a threat was probably the same.

Showing her? She stared at him for a long moment, contemplating the merits of letting a Protoss into her head. Ghosts were extremely open to telepathy, as they had been trained to be, and she had no doubt they would make a connection easy. Heck, it was probably like transferring information between several Ghosts on a mission.

"Very well, but don't go digging for information," she warned coolly.

Of that, he held no doubt, but the enemy here seemed to have powers unlike what they had experienced in their own sector of space. Granted, that was something most only discovered once they went up against the Witches and their ilk.

The question now, though, was would she allow for him to enter her mind to share such memories? He wasn't quite certain if she would allow for such a thing, but only time would tell.

When her answer came, Tassadar found himself peering at her in surprise. The warning was heeded, and he inclined his head respectfully. 'I would consider doing no such thing,' he murmured before pushing himself back up to stand.

Tassadar didn't move from where he was, and simply held out his giant hand while offering, 'It would be far easier of a transfer being in physical contact with each other.'

It was hard to tell since he had no ability to make expressions, but she dully sensed a bit of surprise from him. Perhaps he thought that her complete distrust of men would keep her from getting the advantage of information? She at least understood what the transfer of information was like, unlike most Terran.

While she suspected he wouldn't have dug around anyway, she was confident in her ability to attack his mind in return should he try anything. Besides, she doubted that he came all the way up here to search for mental information.

Staring at his hand for a moment, she pursed her lips and reluctantly held out her own. "Of course. Let's make this quick."

Tassadar remained where he stood while waiting for Kerrigan's reply. The last time he had been close enough to this woman to touch each other, was when the Queen of Blades had impaled him numerous times through his body with her wings. Yet that was a memory, one of many, that he would keep from her mind during this little offer.

The information he held would be there for her if she ever decided it, but the templar knew well that now was not the time.

'Very well,' he murmured before outstretching his hand to lightly grasp around her own much smaller one. Tassadar didn't hesitate in opening up his mind to the memories of the battles that had taken place here. Images of the kishin eggs of the Norad mission came flowing through first, before the various images of the missions he'd undertaken. Finally what he had seen from the Witches in the city was shown, along with the glimpses he saw while rescuing those who'd been kidnapped at the factory.

The bright yellow of his eyes dulled back down to blue as he finished the transfer. Releasing her hand, Tassadar moved to take a step away once again.

Sarah couldn't help but tense along her arm as his large hand closed around her own. This was not a position she thought that she would be in with a Protoss unless it was a small moment before he tore her arm off.

Still, she allowed the memories to flood her mind, sorting them and picking out pieces of useful information about the battlefield and formations. Her eyes closed and moving back and forth rapidly as she processed the images, she could now bear an understanding on the difficulties of this war. It was guerrilla warfare on the part of the witches.

When he released her hand, she took it back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Only two large-scale missions, and yet the Witches get into the city easily?"

He allowed for the memories to flood through Kerrigan's mind. It would take a number of moments to sort through, he knew, but Tassadar was also aware that she'd be able to process it much faster than others.

Watching her as she took her arm back, Tassadar inclined his head at her initial assessment. 'I believe there have been one or two other large attacks before my arrival, but one did not directly involve the Witches,' he offered before glancing to the city.

'From what I understand, there is only one Witch who holds the ability to break through the barrier Shibusen has erected to protect this city. The others would be severely injured or killed if they attempted such a feat,' he said. Turning his attention back onto Kerrigan, Tassadar murmured, 'That is not to mention that those who are paired up and can fight are asked to head outside of the city walls to protect other areas of this planet from attack.'

Nodding her head, she lifted a hand to rub against her chin as she considered the information that he had willingly provided. Considering they were both telepaths, it was a sign of some level of trust on his end, since she could have mentally attacked him with his guard down like so. That overshadowed a considerable amount of the information.

"I see," she murmured before lifting her hand to flick at some of her red hair. "It seems like someone of that power level and station requires an assassination." She doubted that anyone had tried, and the location of the leader could be hidden away. "So we're a bunch of mercenaries?"

The templar inclined his head at Kerrigan's words. 'Indeed, but I believe ordinary weapons do not work. This is why they focus on strengthening the meisters and weapons BREW is pulling from other realms,' he said after a moment of thought. Tassadar wasn't certain if they had attempted as such,but given the great amount of deaths prior to their arrival, the templar doubted that.

'In a manner of speaking, yes,' Tassadar said with a chuckle. He hadn't considered it that way, but he could see logic behind the definition. After all, they were being hired to help Shibusen fight in this war.

"I'm a Ghost," she said in reply, as if that was enough to satisfy how an assassination was going to work in the first place. To her, it was cold and hard fact, and her years of torture and training would serve her just fine on the battlefield if she was called to shot a single winning bullet. "If only I could clone myself... then I could be my rifle and my normal skilled self."

Of course, that meant that she was pressed to find a meister with some skill in long-range shooting. Those were few and far between no doubt, and she didn't think that she would trust anyone in a due amount of time.

He hardly saw how cloning one's self would aid her in her assassination hope, since it would create her again as a Weapon. Tassadar also saw no reason to bring that piece of logic to light either, since he felt that what little leeway they'd made would perish. That was something he wasn't prepared to risk just yet.

'Perhaps, but we only have what we have to fight with, and to wish for anything more will only distract us from our target,' Tassadar murmured instead. 'Mayhap you find another within this city who holds a similar set of skills to your own.'

Nodding her head, she knew that it was foolish to think about things that would never happen. She had to work with what she had, and the need to find a meister was pressing with her own abilities limited. She had to hold out for someone skilled with long-ranged combat as well as the patience to pull it off.

"Even among the Ghosts, there were few who matched up to my skill and power," she replied. She had heard that there had been some promise in the ranks, but back then, they were just rivals to her. She had no interest in those petty rivalries either. "So unless another Ghost arrives who is a meister, I'm stuck."

'Indeed, you were quite unique, Sarah Kerrigan,' Tassadar murmured. That was why the Overmind had sought her abilities with no hesitation with his assault. He spoke nothing of his thoughts, and remained silent on them as he nodded his head at the mention of a second Ghost.

'I wouldn't be so quick to judge the abilities and capabilities of those that are also trapped here,' he politely warned before chuckling lightly, 'Even I have a weapon that is not from our sector of space, and I would consider partnering with no other.'

Sarah raised an eyebrow at his veiled compliment, not certain if he was being honest or if he was being annoying. She was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt right now because she was busy being disappointed that her power supply was still malfunctioning. "Don't go getting nostalgic," she replied sarcastically.

Ah yes, she remembered him being paired up with that really honest kid. "As of yet, I haven't found any potential worth investigating. Ghosts work better alone generally anyway, and it's not like there is a military program that I can fit into."

A raspy chuckle accompanied her sarcastic retort. Perhaps he had overstepped his bounds, but the templar would not take back the words he had spoken. Instead, he regarded Kerrigan curiously as he said, 'Very well.'

While she spoke the truth, Tassadar knew that she would eventually need to form a partnership of her own to continue forward. Until then, she would simply have to make due with what was provided here. 'Perhaps in time you will view this world differently.'

Inclining her head, Sarah was fairly certain that her opinion of this place wouldn't change. She might have met some people here and there, but this was just like some of those back-water red-neck planets on the fringe of space. "Hardly," she replied stiffly, "this will always be a technological waste of time, and I apparently can't leave the city."

She shrugged her shoulders and finally stepped away from the whirling air conditioning unit. Instead, she walked away to look out over the city. "I have business to attend to back where I should be right now."

If it were possible, Tassadar would have smiled at her assessment of human technology here. It was something the Protoss had thought of when the Terran had first entered the space bordering their territory, but he kept such thoughts to himself.

'I have been out of this city on occasion, and have witnessed the dangers this world holds if you are un-partnered,' Tassadar offered while watching Kerrigan stepping away from the air conditioning unit, and moving over to look over the city.

'We all have business to attend to on our return,' he murmured thoughtfully before moving a few steps to glance in the same direction the Ghost was, 'But being trapped here provides an opportunity most will never experience.'

Shaking her head a bit, Sarah didn't believe that this place was all woes and scary times beyond the city walls. There had to be civilizations that survived the witches or Death City would be huge. It was just that they may have been of particular interest for the Witches, nothing more.

"I could care less about that. What's the difference between me and any of the other Terran beyond these walls? Not much appearance-wise," she said, turning her head to the side to view the male Protoss for a moment. "If I leave, I don't have to fight." But she would because she was good at it.

Waving a hand in the air, she dismissed his almost sentimental notions. "Fighting a war without an army? That's not a joy," she said and turned towards the exit on the outside of the building. "I'd rather get back to my important business. It involves a working suit at least."

His hand gripped the side of the roof before he pulled himself up onto it. Nataku stared at the two of them, tilting his head. He had caught the tail-end of the conversation and understood enough to believe that the woman was being rude to his Meister. Unacceptable situation. A gesture that resembled more like an involuntary movement of his arm transformed it into its partial weaponized form.

"My apologies, but it does not seem as though Tassadar is finished speaking with you." Nataku processed her voice for a few seconds, recognizing it from the DEMISE network. The two of them had not spoken that often, but he rarely forgot the sound and faces of those he did speak to -- because he did not have anyone to do so with for a long time.

"Please, continue Tassadar." He nodded slightly to his Meister then turned his gaze back upon Kerrigan. "And you stay or I will drag you back."

Tassadar said nothing in the beginning. He had the answer to her questioned statement on the tip of his mind, but he kept it within. There was some part of him that felt as thought she would be better off without his input.

'If you leave, then you are putting yourself at unnecessary risk, but the decision is yours,' he murmured before thoughtfully adding, 'If you were to lose your life here, there is a chance that you will return to New Gettysburg, but it may also cause your soul to remain here without return. Is that a risk you wish to take, Sarah Kerrigan?'

Movement just off to the side caught Tassadar's attention. Glancing over towards the area, the templar inclined his head towards his weapon when he caught sight of Nataku. While Kerrigan may not have showed it, Tassadar knew well that the Ghost would be armed. Nataku was more than capable of taking care of himself, but he knew that any attack towards the Ghost would result in physical injury to all who tried.

Taking a step forward, he held out his hand towards his weapon in a gesture of pause. 'If she wishes to leave, then that is her decision, Nataku,' Tassadar murmured before his attention returned back to Kerrigan. 'I am well aware of your past, but you more than anyone, should know those with lesser power can still win the war against a stronger opponent. Your time with the Sons of Korhal before their betrayal is proof enough.'

Her green eyes narrowed as she turned her head to stare at Tassadar, and she lifted her chin as if to challenge those words. She wasn't planning on getting killed in this place, and she had survived worse horrors than most. Granted, her cybernetic enhancements had controlled some of her brain wavelengths.

"I was told that, as a Ghost, I have no soul," she said simply, though she had never believed it. "We sold them to the Confederates when we were assigned our numbers. Because that's all a Ghost will ever be... a number without a name or an identity." There was an edge of bitterness in her voice before she looked away again.

Her attention shifted to the new addition, and she gave the individual merit for climbing up such a tall building. When he spoke, she recognized him as Tassadar's partner, though lifted an eyebrow at the threat. She wasn't allowed to leave until Tassadar had finished; what an annoying boy he was.

"Drag me back," she repeated, looking at his odd partial form. She was drawn away from getting too angry with the threat when Tassadar spoke of things he had no right to. "You won't speak of that time," she snarled and glared at the Protoss. "You know nothing of those days. You were too busy burning the life off of planets to actually know what it was like."

His eyes widened just a little at her statements as to what a 'ghost' was. He had never heard that sort of definition before. Nataku allowed his head to give a little tilt in recognition as to the feelings that it conjured and what it was that he should say to her now that it seemed like she was finished speaking. Tassadar had told him that he need not keep her around if she did not wish to stay, but he had something to say. Something that he thought that perhaps the Seal would like this woman to hear.

"You do have a soul, a name, and identity." The clone stared at her, calmly. "I do not know why you say so when it seems as though you do not wish for it to be true. It is obvious in your voice. You do not speak as I do when I would say such things." He spoke as he did now without care and unhurried. There was nothing to be bitter about because that was how things were. He could not change what was fact, but if she believed it to be true, she should not sound as she did.

"And Tassadar may speak on what it is that he would like." A beat. "Burning life off of planets?" Nataku turned toward his Meister then, looking up at him in mild confusion.

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With these shattered ideals [Closed]

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Nataku's going to enter into the thread when Kerrigan's about to leave : >

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Oh Nataku lol <333

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