||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:56:54 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|With a twinge of anger, Kerrigan sent instructions to Kukulkan Brood, to the Overlords and Hatcheries, commanding the production of more larvae, more minions. And more. Sooner or later, in her plans for complete conquest of the galactic sector, she would need them all anyway. |
“But I do.”“What?!”
Why had she allowed Lars to talk her into going out there? What had they stood to gain from it? Yet Lars, with his insatiable curiosity, had felt the need to go. He had only been exploring.
Old Blue crashed again against the metal framework, bending the heavy paristeel. Two of his long, spindly arms lashed forward like striking snakes, trying to reach her. Hot spittle and slime splattered against the framework, where it began to sizzle, releasing corrosive foam.Behind her, the curling porous walls of the luminous green object glowed brighter from the mountainside, as if some buried furnace were already heating up.
his own living. It was impossible to explain all this to Philip and he was
change in him filled him with dull pain. It seemed to him that all he hadhumiliating way of showing what she thought.