Hello everyone, this is my first fanfic, but it's based on a lot of others that I've read recently. it does have an interesting twist. as this is my first Published story, I would ask for any constructive feedback, but no flames. If I've missed something lore wise or grammatically wise, let me know, but do it in a polite way.

Darkness and muffled sensation, nothing more is registered by the sleeping mind. It does not know what is going on, the sedatives ensure that. It is not aware that it is fighting back, and it does not realize that it is winning. The mind that watches this mind also does not recognize the trap that it has been led into. The seemingly perfect specimen, the one that meets all of its requirements, it does not think for a moment that it could be a trick. It does not think that evolution could outwit it. It even, in its total hubris, believes that evolution bends to its will. It believes that a single way is best, the only way to evolve. It never once consideres that it might be wrong.

Long and hard the Mind works its supposed perfection upon the creature it holds captive. It spins itself into the coding that gives the creature life, causing it to be reborn in the image of the mind itself, muscle tissue growing more dense, soft skin hardening to carapace. It approves of the work that it has done, but all the while, the trap of evolution continues to fight back, turning its own upgrades against it, keeping the most vital parts of the being that was held within the same. Even as the creature is corrupted, its body turned and twisted without knowledge or consent, the Trap changes the corruption.

The Trap would feel proud of its work, if it was not simply a group of genes that had been activated by the coming of the infection. It had hid its own presence from the virus that changed the rest of the DNA, looking like innocuous bits of genetic fluff spread out along all 23 genome pairs. After its presence was accepted, it integrated itself into the Retrovirus during its coding; passing its code to any cell that did not have it already. the Trap is activated by the presence of said virus. most of the time, the Trap is unable to stop the corruption of the being it has custody over, however, in certain cells, cells responsible for thought and control, it fights brilliantly, coding a substance which denies entrance any foreign material that attempts to pierce those cells. In the central nervous system, a brutal ground war equivalent is taking place within the Sleeper's body, as Invader and Defender trade blows within Codons and nucleotides. The brain is a hive of constant activity draining energy and material as both sides create resources that try to outwit each other constantly. Finally, Optimal Virulence is achieved, and the war stopps, the defenders victorious.

The Mind which watched the sleeper knows none of this of course, all that it knows is that at last the Perfect servant will soon awaken, and with its awakening, the war will change. The Mind believes that this change will end in its own victory, and the extinguishing of all other life, all having been bent to its own machinations. The reality, however, is that what the Mind believes would be its greatest weapon, and the first of many who would serve, each crafted in the Mind's own image, would instead be the herald of its downfall.

Distress cuts through the Mind's thoughts, the incubator which housed the first of the Servants is not responding. It's last thoughts are ones of fire and pain. Nothing from within the incubator, or its defenses, will respond. The Mind is angered by the loss of its servant, but it does not realize the final master stroke of the Trap which has defied it. It has escaped the creature whom it protected, and spread throughout the Mind's incubator, destroying its connection to the Mind. Without direction, the incubator and its guardians wither away, while the creature's mind prepared to come forth.

My mind begins to move again, I can tell because I'm hurting. I don't know what's going on, I can barely think straight, but I'm waking up. My consciousness moves closer to the surface, and I realize that I'm floating in something. I send a signal to my eyelids to open, but they refuse to respond. I try again, and I'm rewarded with a twitch, but only a very small one. I try a third time, and again, fail to produce any noticeable movement. On the fourth try, however, I manage to get a sustainable movement, finally. My eyes open and I immediately wished I had taken my body's advice and kept them shut. I'm floating in a translucent pale fluid, though it, I can barely make out a barrier of some type. Moving is too hard, so I decide to think about what happened instead, letting my eyes drift shut.

'Let's start with what I know,' I think to myself, 'I was on a space ship traveling from one of the inner worlds… which one was it? To one of the outer colonies, Mar Sara I believe. I was going to support the Raiders in their fight against Mengsk and his dominion. I have training as a field medic, and was going to help liberate the colony, but then… oh no. the Zerg intercepted our transport as we were entering atmosphere, and I let myself be taken alive, something I had promised myself I would never do. So, that's what this is. I'm being infested.' I surprise myself with how detached I am, but then again, if I really am a part of the swarm now, I mentally shudder at the thought, then of course I would be detached, 'but that's just it, I don't feel as though I want to kill Terrans or obliterate all life in the galaxy or anything like that. No alien voices in the mind, no sign, besides the fact that I'm floating in this pod at all, that anything is wrong. maybe that's how they do it, lull you into a false sense of security, and then warp your mind while you watch for it to come another way'

I'm starting to feel better now, and so I decide to try to open my eyes again, this time to see what I looked like. I open them with much less difficulty, and move my eyes downward, hoping that I wasn't too far gone. That hope is not fulfilled, however, as my trunk is completely covered in carapace, making it look like I'm wearing a swimming suit. I'm unable to see the color accurately though the liquid which is apparently also supplying me oxygen, but I would assume that it is purple, like the rest of the Zerg. I move my head, with protests from my body, 'I wonder why that is...' My shoulders have grown what looks like armored growths reminiscent of decorated shoulder pads from medieval times. My arms are covered in the same carapace, discernibly purple on the upper arm, making me rethink my previous hypothesis as to the central carapace, fading to the same color as my chest on the lower arm. My hands are now clawed, a far sight from the surgeon's hands I used to have. My legs have protective growths coming up my sides, further adding to the impression of wearing a one piece swimming suit, these seem to continue down to my knees, below which there are several smaller copies. My feet have the toes fused together into the approximation of a shoe, and I am certain that I am wearing high heels. I sigh mentally at this, knowing how difficult it is to walk in them. I then turn my head around to make sure of what I had already begun to suspect. As I had guessed, ominous looking bone wings hovered over them, completing my recreation in the image of Kerrigan.

After I make certain of my appearance, I realize what happened to me, Kerrigan had been trying to create infested Terrans like herself, leaders for her broods to replace the outdated cerebrates. My team had uncovered one such holding of the swarm, and I had to watch as the marines put down the twisted monstrosities that had once been people with friends and families.

After this deliberation, my body alerts me to a new and concerning development. I am no longer receiving oxygen from the liquid I am suspended in. I suppose this is a method to force me from the cocoon. I oblige, moving my newly toned muscles, and newly found wings, to rip at the cocoon. I did this on instinct, as I had no real desire to leave the cocoon, even if staying in meant death. I rip open the covering, and spill out onto the ground, which was of course inside a Zerg structure. I look around slowly, and surprisingly was alone. I had assumed that Kerrigan would be standing there to greet me; once again I shudder at the thought, this time physically. I push myself onto hands and knees, and then my feet, which confirms my suspicion about having high heels. 'well' I think, 'if they're not going to try to stop me from escaping, I'm going to try. No matter how futile it might be, I will try, I will fight until they burn my mind from my body.' Once again, I'm shocked by how detached I am from my normally rampant emotions. I could be in shock, but until I get away, I'm not going to worry about it.

I walk through the twisting caverns, once again meeting almost no resistance as I do. 'This is too easy, I'm probably walking into a trap,' and other similarly pessimistic thoughts plague my mind. I have no idea where I'm going, I'm infested, and apparently I'm alone. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me, that thought being, if I was able to command the swarm, then I should be able to… do something, shouldn't I? I begin exploring my mind, looking or anything that wasn't there before. I had Psionic potential, but I was never strong enough to do anything with it. I'm so weak that the Dominion didn't pick up on it. I only even realized I had anything when we, Raynor's Raiders that is, were fighting alongside the Protoss in the Brood war. Apparently the Zerg don't care, though. Try as I might, however, I cannot find anything within my mind that seems different, which frustrates me because it probably means that whatever changes they've made to my personality, and I am sure they've made changes, I can't even detect them.

I exit the hive, for that's what it is, finally. The fleshy barriers in my way part automatically as I exit, yet another reason to be suspicious. The first thing I realize is that I'm on an asteroid, one with an artificial atmosphere to allow those not conditioned for vacuum exposure, like me, I hope, from suffocating. Something is wrong here, however. The entire area is deadly quiet. There is nothing there. No Zerglings are guarding the area from invasion, no mutalisks or overlords float through the sky. Even the buildings, which were never still when my team invaded these when I was a Terran, were still as death. Some have even collapsed, I realize as I see a baneling nest that has done so. The whole scene seemed wrong on a dangerous level. This goes against everything I have ever seen about the Zerg.

I explore the scene for a while before it finally sinks in that there is no ambush, or they would have sprung it by now assuredly. I'm completely alone. I finally allow myself to feel all the emotions I have locked down as a matter of instinct. I am infested. I sit against the side of the hive and begin sobbing, but even then no actual tears will come. Finally, when I have worn myself out emotionally, I curl up, and fall asleep once more.

Sleep is more willing to leave me this time, which is not something I appreciate. Waking up means I have to face what has happened to me. I crack an eyelid, hoping that what happened was simply a bad dream. Those hopes are in vain, however. I sigh and stand. Once again I look around the place where I had been reborn; searching for anything I could use to leave.

I have, in my period of introspection the previous night, decided that until it is proven that my mind is not my own, I will operate under the assumption that it is, as to do otherwise would only undermine my self-confidence and make me worry about something I have absolutely no control over. As such, my first order of business is to leave. I will go to the Raiders, place myself under their protection, and hopefully, if they determine that I'm me, and don't put a bullet in my head as a matter of policy, be able to help with the war effort.

'Aha!' on the outer edge of the Creep carpet is the entrance to a facility. This asteroid had been mined by Terrans. I open the door, and step inside. The power is still active, surprisingly. The facility is as eerily silent as the Zerg hive above. My first stop is to the sleeping quarters, necessary or not, it would be nice to have clothing, something to distinguish myself from the animals. I find some clothing in my size, and frown as I debate the problem of my wings and growths. Eventually I decide to move up a size to accommodate for the changes in my body, and I am able to, very carefully, force the bone-wings through the back of the shirt. After that, I want to look in a mirror, I'm able to see everything except my face, and I want to know how bad it the changes are. Thankfully, the washroom nearby has some uncracked glass. I smile for the first time since waking, finally some luck. My face still looks like mine; I don't even have the glowing yellow eyes that most Zerg do. I'm going to take it as a sign that I'm still me, in spite of the alterations, and so head back out. Now properly decent, and knowing more about how I look now, I go to a computer terminal to see where I am, and what I can do.

As it turns out, I'm in the Char system, so I would not be asking for reinforcements, even if they would come, given my current condition. Whatever had driven the Kel-Morians to come here, they have my thanks. I discover that this was a well-established facility, and through a map, am able to find a hangar. I've had basic training with piloting, which means I know how to punch in a set of coordinates and let the onboard adjutant do the rest. I climb into a shuttle with the onboard IFF labels the phoenix, which I think is quite interesting considering what I'm using it for. I almost tell the shuttle to go to Mar Sara, but then I remember that the planet has come under attack by the Zerg as soon as I had gone into orbit, and so would probably not have any raiders on it one way or another. Therefore I just tell the computer to get me out of the char system, hoping that I can contact the Raiders.