Strategic Genius: Once per structured encounter, Sam can create a piece of the environment that is in her favor as a sticky spark. Roll a d3 for its value.
Empathetic: upon meeting an NPC, learn their motivation!
Legendary Commander: Gain 4 Command sparks at the beginning of each mission/combat. Command sparks may be spent to give NPCs orders, which they may either obey or refuse to obey (doing nothing instead.) Command sparks may not be regained via skills or powers.
Hunted: Something wants her - but for what? +1 Danger to all scenes
SKILLS
CLOSE COMBAT (2): Brawling, Edged Weapons
PERSONAL (2): Awareness, Resilience
SOCIAL (4): Charm, Empathy, Leadership, Taunt
MASTERY
ACU Pilot (2): Nanofabrication [Mass], ObSat Operations [Range]
The Hilt (4): Biomorphic Spawning (People), Regeneration (Durability), Physical Perfection (Speed), Telepathic Dominion (Range)
POWERS
The Living Swarm
Vent: 4-0
Effect: Gain 1 Living Swarm spark, +1 per vent reduction.
The Living Swarm: While this swarm exists, move in three dimensions and through anything smaller than a keyhole, reforming at will. You may expend these sparks to cause 3 Hit Sparks in a Area 2 radius.
Area Upgrade: +1 to Area Characteristic
Biomorphic Reinforcement
Vent: 4-0
Effect: Create 1 Biomorphic Reinforcement spark, +1 per vent reduction, which can be given out to anyone within Range 2, or to yourself
Biomorphic Reinforcement: +1 to Damage or Mass characteristic for the purpose of raw physical strength/feats.
Back to Back
Vent: 4-0
Effect: Choose 1 ally (+1 per vent reduction), within Range 1. Each can take one action using one of your skills, any of them that you wish. Once they have done so, you may make a free attack with your melee weapon, getting +1 to your skill per ally that acted.
Adaptation
Vent: 4-0
Effect: Create a number of sparks equal to the enemy's difficulty, narratively based on turning their abilities against them. Works on enemies of Diff 2>, +2 per vent reduction.
Just as Planned…
Vent: 6-0
Effect: Vent 6 heat and create 1 Planning Spark for her or an ally, +1 Spark per vent reduction.
Planning: The person holding this Spark can expend this to get +1 to a skill check as a free action. Using this Stack counts as you are helping for the purpose of relationships.
Shadowstep (3): Can expend as a free action to move without crossing intervening space.
Guarded Space (3): Can expend to use Damage as a secondary characteristic for Durability, reducing incoming Damage characteristics.
GALACTIC WAR
Victory Points: 5
RESOURCES
TERRAN DOMINION [Background] (1)
The men and material of the Dominion - limited, but they're mustering as we speak.
ALLIANCE EXPEDITIONARY FORCES [Mastery] (1)
While you have access to several ACUs of every faction, they lack economic and technological support to be fully effective.
ZERG HIVE [Mastery] (1)
The scant few Zerg you control that are free of Amon's influence. Mostly Zerglings.
AEON FLEET [Background] (1)
While half a dozen CZARs seem impressive, they're not actually well made for ship to ship combat.
ALLIED COHESION [Motivation] (1)
The alliance is fragile and weak.
FRONTS
Trade Sector-34-51 [Pirate Activity]
Pirates Raiding 6 (Supply Lines in Disarray 1)
COMMAND: Jim Raynor | ARMY: Raynor's Raiders
RESULTS: Pending
Braxis [Zerg Invasion]
Borealis Siege 6 (Zerg Rampage1)
COMMAND: General Samantha Clarke | ARMY: Brood Clarke
RESULTS: Pending
[X] "Gladly."
[X] Succeed at a diff 10 Awareness check (8 heat - will heavily overheat you.)
Sarah sneaking around the E1, yeah that's deepening the plot. Nova wandering around the Hyperion? Yeah I don't want to let her try to put holes in anyone.
Also, taking a wound, confronting Nova, maybe capturing her? Please.
Well, you're at 1 heat! Taking 8 puts you at 9, which is 3 overheat - heavy overheating, but not wounding. So, you succeed, but the situation gets much more dangerous
(A small randomised control trial found that practicing almost every day with a didgeridoo had statistically significant effects on sleep apnea symptoms)
Your finger caught her chin and lifted her head up. Your eyes and hers met.
You grinned.
"Gladly," you murmured.
Sarah chuckled, softly.
Sam and Sarah share an intimate, loving time together - though Sam still has not fully forgiven her, she at least now understands Sarah...
Her eyes glowed with a warm, flickering light. Like two campfires in the night. She opened her mouth. Surely, she was about to say something - like how you were her Cerebrate, how you had a lot to do. How there were wars to plan and worlds to raze. Her fangs were sharp, and glinting. Her lips were purple. And soft. And warm. Her tongue froze as yours dove into her mouth, and your hands cradled her head, larger enough to encircle her, to twine fingers through twitching spines. Those two campfires dimmed, then shut to an ember glow as her tongue thrust back and her body molded against your muscular frame. When you drew back, you licked one fang, then the other, with deliberate, slow eagerness. Your voice was husky - a deep rumble.
"Well, my Queen?"
"Sam..." She whispered. "I do not deserve you." Her hands were, at that moment, tracing the sweep of your shoulders - feeling their width, their breadth. She tightened her grip, and then pulled herself up against your body. Her legs swung wide, then scissored around your back, hooking ankle over ankle, and her wings enfolded you - their claw-sharp tips rasping against your back, shredding the Terran jacket you still wore. False skin parted and tore as her claws ripped into the pinkish halo that shrouded your true nature. Chitin regrew in the furrowed tracks she left, and when she broke the kiss, her hands and her wings both tugged, peeling the false skin off your back. You groaned, low in your throat.
Sarah chuckled, throatily, her eyes glittering. Her clawtip pressed into the flesh of your throat, then ripped down. She cut a bit too greedily, drawing a thin line of black blood, which soaked along the fake skin that she peeled away, revealing your greenish, Zerg muscles beneath. She tore to either side. Her body got tangled in your skin and your blood - unwilling to release her legs, unwilling to pull aside. You shoved and wriggled. Like a snake shedding its skin. Every motion made you feel more free, more excited - the musk-rich air of the Leviathan's capillary corridors caressing chitin and steel-hard muscle.
Your hand gripped her thighs, holding her in place, and you crooned. "This is going to make the Terrans ask questions."
"We can always disguise you again," she murmured.
"Mmm...maybe..." your grin was cocky. Your eyes were glowing again. You could see their light, reflected on those kissable lips.
The ground enveloped you - muscles constricting and pulling you. The motion was swift and dizzying. When you were spat out again, it was into a chamber of delicate, crystalline beauty. The walls were softly rippling muscle, lined with bone for support, and lit by outgrowths of the purple crystal that the Zerg used for holographic projection. The center of the room had a kind of a maw in it - a depression lined with sharpened spines that reached outwards and inwards, with a soft palate filling the interior. The room smelled strongly of Sarah. Of your Queen. She stepped away from you, her finger sliding along your chest with a teasing flick of her claw. She stepped over the line of teeth and dropped into the maw.
"...this is your bedroom?" you asked, slowly.
"You don't expect the Queen of Blades to have a metal cot to save on reaction mass, do you?" Sarah asked, dropping down - beneath the teeth. She raised one arm, lazily, crooking a finger to beckon you forward. "Better than that ugly hunk of plasteel you were flying around in."
"I...will have you know, my Queen, that that was the E1," you said, walking forward. "The first, last, and only starship ever made by the United Earth Federation. It took us a solid three hours to make. You should be impressed."
You stepped to the bed's toothsome side, and then hopped over it. When you landed, you were on your knees, next to the supine Sarah Kerrigan. She was resting with her arms behind her head, and her body had shifted subtly - the corset like covering over her chest had retracted into skin. Nipples, bright purple against sleek green flesh, jutted eagerly, waiting for attention. Those glowing eyes of hers were full of amusement. "You didn't even name the thing, Sam," she said, wryly.
"What would you call a brick with sensor equipment and a bathroom?" You muttered, quietly. Your hand pressed to her belly. You felt like your hand could enfold her entire waist. Your fingers slid slowly up and up and up, sliding between Sarah's breasts to tease her throat, then her lips. She opened her mouth to you, hungrily. Her tongue pressed against your fingertips and she moaned softly - then giggled around your fingertips. She turned her head aside, speaking into her own arm, her voice playful. Teasing. Pure Sarah.
"...the Sam Clarke, obviously." Her head spines writhed in amusement.
You scowled, mock hurt. Her left arm reached up, then slid along your hip, your side. Her fingers found your breast, hefting, lifting. Squeezing. Her fingers tugged your nipple, and she used enough pressure, and enough claw, that even your Zerg enhanced body felt the tingling knife's edge of pain and pleasure mingling together. Her eyes glittered. "Don't pout, my Hilt. It doesn't become you." She leaned up, then closed her mouth around your other breast. She sucked on you, her lips devouring. Her eyes glowed. God, I wanted to suck on your fat titties all goddamn week.
"Mmmm," you groaned.
Your voice is so deep. It's so...hot... She released your breast, her right hand grabbing a handful of your ass. "Fuck you're so big." Her face nuzzled against the chitinous ridge between your tits, licking every interlocking, folded plate of the carapace. You chuckled and quietly.
"Aren't I supposed to be-"
"Quiet," she said, then kissed your left breast, sucking just as eagerly. She drew her mouth back, leaving your nipple gleaming. "Your Queen can use your body as she sees fit."
"I thought you didn't turn me into a Zerg to make me a toy..." you chuckled, then gasped as she bit you. She used her fangs. She drew blood. The fact your flesh regenerated within seconds didn't stop the sting. Your eyes half closed as she nuzzled at your tit, then kissed up to your throat. Her tongue flicked where your pulse thundered under your skin - the beat an alien patter in your ears. The thump-thumpTHUMP of two hearts.
Her voice crooned. "I'm changing the parameters of the deal."
"You have a real problem with betrayal, Sarah," you murmured, startling a laugh out of yourself. It was strange - part of you was still mad at her for that. The betrayal was real. It had hurt. But the look on her face as she recounted the Protoss and what they could do, and how she feared them flashed into your mind. You couldn't forgive the betrayal. Not yet. Maybe...not ever. But you understood it. And...well, she had already taken one big step towards fixing her mistake by ripping Samir Duran's heart out with her bare hands. Even if she hadn't actually directly apologized to you. Your hand caressed her head, gently, as she nuzzled against your neck, her hands still roaming your body, feeling up your ass, your breasts...but also, your back and your shoulders.
Introspection was getting harder.
So was holding a grudge.
Her mouth kissed to your breasts, but this time, she didn't linger. Her lips explored your abs, your belly button. Her tongue flicked against you and you found your knees shifting, spreading. You placed your palm between teeth-flanges and sighed with a happy groan.
Being Zerg had a glorious tactility to it - and you found embracing it easier and more enjoyable now than it had ever been before. You let your worries fade and slip away and focused only on this room, this humid room of flesh and muscle and gleaming crystal - and on the goddess, whose hands cupped your buttocks like drawing a bowl of ambrosia to her lips. You rolled your head back, slowly and your head spines flexed, then tightened as that delicate, lying mouth pressed to your cunt and Sarah unfurled her tongue into you with a eager, needy moan. Her fingers tightened and she thrust her tongue deep, curling up to find centers of pleasure you hadn't known existed. Her claws dug into your skin and the feeling of blood dripping down her fingers was intoxicating.
You taste so good, Sam, she thought, her voice hazy and echoy and distant, like even the focus on her mind was wavering. Oh god, you taste good... Her tongue began to pulse inside of you, writhing, drawing back, plunging in, drawing back, plunging in. You rocked your hips in time, grabbing onto her head spines.
Maybe...
Maybe you'd forgive her if...if...
Her tongue drew back. She closed her mouth around your clit. Two fingers - their claws retracted, their tips soft and eager - thrust into your sex and began to finger-fuck you with a lewd, wet slapping sound. Her palm clapped against your thighs as you gasped and white sparks flash behind her eyes. "S...Sarah!" You moaned. "Oh my Queen. Oh! Yes. Oh yes. Oh yes, fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck. Sarah. Fuck!" Your head ducked forward as her fingers worked faster and faster and faster, her tongue sliding around and around your clit. Her wings rustled against your legs as she looked up into your eyes. You gripped her head-spines, feeling them twitch and close around your fingers. "Oh god! Yes! Ah! My...my Queen!"
Your back arched.
The pleasure crested. Plateaued...and grew more as Sarah added a third finger. Your juices ran along her wrist, and still, she was eating you out.
Right.
Zerg.
You screamed in bliss and arched your back again.
And again...
And again...
***
The Queen of Blades sat up, against pillows made of living flesh, and regarded her General, her Cerebrate, her Hilt. Breathing softly and slowly, her Hilt remained supine, her eyes closed, her body lapsed into the sleep of only the most exhausted Zerg...or the most content. The Queen of Blades wished she could feel unalloyed pleasure at this, the confident smugness she had enjoyed in prior...encounters with other women over her years. The fleeting memory of a quiet, sterile, cold room lurked in the shadows of her vaunted bedchamber, and the Queen of Blades oh so wished that she could grip them. Dig into them. Eat her fill and drink until she was satiated.
But the past was not a banquet.
So, instead, her eyes drank in the Hilt's form. Those massive, muscled arms. Those broad shoulders. That broad frame, those hefty breasts, that wide belly leading down to what had once been a snarl of pubic hair - but was now smooth and green and Zerg. The hybrid flavor of her still tingled on the Queen's tongue as she flicked her lips, her fangs. Then the powerful calves, the strong feet, the toes that could grow claws for climbing, for digging, for tearing.
She looked down at the Hilt and opened her mouth to speak.
But the words...
Stuck. They stuck in her throat.
She looked away.
And a plan came to her. A...a contingency. Just in case. Yes.
That was it.
It was just a contingency.
Abathur.
YES, MY QUEEN.
Prepare...a treatment for my Hilt. Similar to Dostya's.
...WHY?
The Queen scowled. She need not even send the message.
DONE. WILL IT BE ADMINISTERED WHILE THE HILT SLEEPS?
No, she thought, firmly. Keep it...in a crystal.
UNSECURE. THE PROTOSS, EVEN THE TERRANS COULD-
Just do it.
...
UNDERSTOOD.
The Queen watched her Hilt sleep. She reached down, then slid two fingers through her head spines - and they twitched at the contact.
The words remained, stuck in her throat.
I'm sorry.
***
Dressed, reskinned, and feeling happier and more recentered than you expected, you stepped back onto the Hyperion, whistling cheerfully. The tech who had opened the airlock door for you gave you a funny look - maybe noticing you had human hair now instead of Zerg spines, thanks to the complete re-disguising from Abathur. Sarah had said it was probably best to let the Terrans slip into a false sense of security. You just preferred how hair fit into a baseball cap then the head spines did. Getting a new leather jacket had been trickier - you had needed to quietly send a message ahead and ask for a change of clothes from Jim, who had been tolerably light on the teasing.
Now, you had to-
You frowned. Something tugged at your awareness. You looked left, down the adjoining corridor...
And saw the ripple.
"What the-" you started, then grabbed a cup from a passing tech.
"Hey!" He exclaimed.
You threw the cup. It hit the ripple square in the back, exploded, and covered the rippling shimmer with coffee. A spray of hissing sparks shot up and the ripple cascaded down shapely shoulders, slender waist, hips that did not quit and-
Blond hair flicked as Nova, the Terran Dominion ghost, glared over her shoulder at you. She spread her hands, coffee dripping off her.
You and her both looked at one another down the corridor.
She slammed a knife into the nearest door control, sprang backwards, and was through the closing bulkhead before you had even started running. You lifted your wrist to your mouth. "Adjutant! Alert Jim, a ghost is-" you hit the door as it slammed shut. "-here!" Your shoulder slammed home and metal deformed inwards. You drew back, kicked, and then leaped through the sheered rent in the doorway. You came to your feet, saw Nova darting around a corner, and sprinted after. You came to the corner and there she was - grabbing onto a wall, swinging up.
"No you don't!" you snarled. Your arm ripped and a spine of glittering, hardened bone burst out. You flicked your wrist and a hydralisk spine whistled out and slammed into the vent right above Nova's head as she skidded inside. You blinked at your hand and your tattered sleeve. You...had not known you could do that.
You rushed for the vent, already feeling your body coming apart-
You disassociated. Your vision peered through thousands of eyes - and every vent you swarmed down, you could scent Nova, or you could scent her absence. You burst through the vents, skittering, flowing - forming. The psi blade screams to life and you sprang forward - and Nova thrust up her hands, grinning as your blade almost touched her throat.
"Got me," she said, panting heavily.
"...what..." you looked around.
You were in a com room. There was a tech on the floor - he looked like Nova had clocked him with an elbow. And there, in the console, was a piece of Dominion tech, jammed right into one of the server ports. Your wrist com crackled. "This is Jimmy, what the hell is going on down there?"
"Nova's stuck something in the com port," you said, not lowering your blade. "What is it?"
Nova shrugged. "A golden apple," she said.
"...a golden apple..." you said, slowly. "I didn't know you Colonials studied the classics."
Nova chuckled. "Mengsk is a big fan."
You took the component, then wrenched it free. You examined it, then saw that it was a data-stick. You thumbed it around and saw it was nothing but a vid storage. You plugged it into one of the self-sealed computers and it started playing...Artanis, standing with the Queen of Blades, nodding along. You frowned, then looked back at Nova.
"Who did you send this too?" you asked.
"Ever heard of a man named Aldaris?" she asked. "We have a dossier on him and the other...extremist members of the Conclave."
"Did you hear that?" You asked your wrist com. You had no idea who Aldaris was. But you remembered what Zeratul had said about the Khalai and their governing body, the Conclave. It was at moments like this...you wished that Mengsk was...a bit more Hamon Rayes and a bit less General Grier.
"Ah hell," Jim said.
"...you are a real bitch, you know that?" you asked Nova. She shrugged.
"Just following orders," she said. But she still seemed fucking smug about it.
***
This deception...may hold some weight with Aldaris and the more conservative members of the Conclave, Artanis admitted. They yet recall what the Queen of Blades and the Zerg have done to our world - the ruins remain unrepaired, the bodies remain uncounted... He shot a look at you and Sarah, while Jim rubbed the bridge of his nose.
The video had been a sneaky piece of editing. Just a cut here, a distortion there - easily concealed by the low quality of the recording, and it made something that...well, if you'd already decided what the message meant, then...
"How the hell does Mengsk know this Aldaris asshole?" Swann grumbled.
"It'd be more shocking he didn't?" Nova asked from where she was tied up with several ropes and a protoss circlet sat around her temples - Artanis had claimed that it would dampen her psi abilities. "I mean, he's a major political figure in a hostile, highly advanced alien power that boarders his Empire..."
"Ignore her," Jim said. "We have a colony here and some real cross fellas coming. Artanis, what is the chances that Aldaris will attack the colony?"
Artanis was silent for a moment. It grieves me to admit...detecting signs of Zerg in orbit, he may decide the only option is to...purify the world.
"Hell," Swann whispered. "This is Sara all over again."
"So, we gotta pick - do we..." Jim started.
Alerts blared across the consoles. The sensors were flashing red and Jim swore as you, Sarah, Matt and Swann hurried to the tech who was hurriedly tapping at the buttons. She threw up the screen and you saw that the quantum warp signature had been detected far off - at least three AU - because it was huge. It was easily three, four kilometers wide, and had a roughly circular shape. It also had an energy signature that broke half a dozen charts on the sensors.
"What is that?" you whispered.
"The mothership," Sarah said, her voice grim. "That's a Golden Armada planetkiller."
I did not know such a fearsome weapon was ready to even be launched, Artanis said.
"We're getting a signal, sir," the tech said.
Jim nodded. "Put it on."
The Protoss that appeared was stern and old looking - but unlike the weathered, toughened exterior of Zeratul, this one seemed to be aging more gracefully. He wore a complex golden headdress, with a circular blue crystal set in the center of it. His voice was deep and resonant - and furious. Executor Artanis. Your skills, it seem, has placed you in a position your age seems ill suited to handle. I had thought many things might befall your expedition...but perfidy and treason? To consort with the very creature who corrupted the noble Samantha Clarke, Savior of Aiur?
Clarke is not corrupted! Artanis exclaimed.
A likely tale. But the Queen of Blades is now at our mercy - we will destroy her, and Clarke, and anything else tainted by their presence - and maybe, after a few centuries of penance, you will once more have the trust of the Conclave.
Aldaris! Wait- Artanis took a step forward.
Fenix, destroy them. Aldrais said, turning his head to the side. The screen widened, showing the ruined face of your friend. You were no expert in reading Protoss expressions - but pain was clear in that one good eye.
Yes...Justicar...your will be done, Fenix said, his psychic voice feeling as heavy and weighty as a stone.
"Uh...sir!" The tech said. "The big ship, she's comin! And launching a whole lotta ugly! Er, uh, gold and pretty, but, ya know..." She tapped a few buttons as the communication link was cut from the other end.
"Shit," Sarah said.
That did about sum it up.
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HEAT: 0/6
[ ] Take them on in orbit (30 XP fight)
[ ] Land, and let them come to the ground (30 XP fight)
[ ] Run. Evacuate the colony and run. (30 XP fight)
[ ] Write in (diplomacy won't work, but a clever can reduce the XP value - and thus, make things easier.)
[X] Land away from the colony, and let them come to the ground. Make sure that they understand if they try to harm civilians, the gloves come off. (30 XP fight)
Btw DC, you might want to fiddle with some vague sort of difficulty class in the future for enemies/fights to underscore exactly how tough certain fights might be because I feel like lowering the difficulty has a counter-productive mouthfeel (more exp = good, so less difficulty = not good), so it might be neat to interject w/ a number to show 'yeah no, you're walking into a situation where you're fucked', but also it could set up cinematic moments the way it is of believing you're more tough than you are and overextending, so you do you.
Btw DC, you might want to fiddle with some vague sort of difficulty class in the future for enemies/fights to underscore exactly how tough certain fights might be because I feel like lowering the difficulty has a counter-productive mouthfeel (more exp = good, so less difficulty = not good), so it might be neat to interject w/ a number to show 'yeah no, you're walking into a situation where you're fucked', but also it could set up cinematic moments the way it is of believing you're more tough than you are and overextending, so you do you.
See, it's actually quite easy to turn 30 XP into a really easy fight by just...making easy enemies.
Oh, duh!
A good plan would be reason for me to create sparks out of thin air that buff you. So, like, if you had a cool plan or did something clever, you can go, "That guy who is Diff 10 and has 4 Damage and 4 Durability? Now, our clever plan is this..." and I go, "Oh that is clever, here, have +6 to hit him on the first round, due to your cleverness."
Well if Fenix is in charge of killing us, then this might work I think?
[X] Challenge Fenix to a 1v1 duel on board the protoss mothership
-[X] Offer to withdraw all Zerg forces if Fenix wins, though make it clear that we don't have authority over the humans and said humans will not be very happy about having their planet cleansed.
Time to make some charm checks while dodging psi blades
[X] Challenge Fenix to a 1v1 duel on board the protoss mothership
-[X] Offer to withdraw all Zerg forces if Fenix wins, though make it clear that we don't have authority over the humans and said humans will not be very happy about having their planet cleansed.
@sheep-dodger:
I'd been thinking along the same lines but with a duel on the ground -- but you got there first with something close enough I don't want to split the vote.
(Your location might also be better? But I don't think it's particularly worse, at least, and that was enough for me to vote for it without much further consideration of its relative quality.)
The addition hopefully gives Fenix more reason to accept and makes a loss less bad for us -- since Fenix would then have to either split his forces or decide between fighting a bunch of humans defending their homes with no sign of zerg presence, or chasing the zerg away from the civilians.
I'll freely admit that it was chosen entirely for spectacle, with zero tactical considerations. Who wouldn't want to duel Fenix on board a Protoss mothership with the aim of convincing the Protoss of our righteousness?
[X] Challenge Fenix to a 1v1 duel on board the protoss mothership
-[X] Offer to withdraw all Zerg forces if Fenix wins, though make it clear that we don't have authority over the humans and said humans will not be very happy about having their planet cleansed.
Changing my vote to:
[X] Challenge Fenix to a 1v1 duel on board the protoss mothership
-[X] Offer to withdraw all Zerg forces if Fenix wins, though make it clear that we don't have authority over the humans and said humans will not be very happy about having their planet cleansed.
Funny thing that struck me: the Zerg campaign has definitely had less rts battles and more solo or one on one battles, which actually fits the Heart of the Swarm vibes. And my plans for the next act bring a lot more RTS vibes back, just like Legacy of the Void!
I'll freely admit that it was chosen entirely for spectacle, with zero tactical considerations. Who wouldn't want to duel Fenix on board a Protoss mothership with the aim of convincing the Protoss of our righteousness?
Dueling on the Protoss Mothership is certainly the best place to do it. Because if they break the honor pact for the duel, we can Swarm Body into the whole ship and try to make it our new ACU.
[X] Challenge Fenix to a 1v1 duel on board the protoss mothership
-[X] Offer to withdraw all Zerg forces if Fenix wins, though make it clear that we don't have authority over the humans and said humans will not be very happy about having their planet cleansed.
The duel write-in feels like something the Protoss don't really have a good reason to accept? Fenix might be honorable about it, but the Justicar's whole reason for coming here is "Kill them all". Offering to leave if they win means they're not killing any Zerg, so it's directly counter to their goals.
[X] Challenge Fenix to a 1v1 duel on board the protoss mothership
-[X] Offer to withdraw all Zerg forces if Fenix wins, though make it clear that we don't have authority over the humans and said humans will not be very happy about having their planet cleansed.
It's time to D-d-d-d-Duel [I have not seen the show I just vaguely remember this soundbite mznxcvc]!
If it doesn't work then as a backup maaaybs
[X] Take them on in orbit (30 XP fight)
