Sarah Kerrigan (Ghost)
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Backstory and General info: Sarah Kerrigan was born on the fringe world of TarKossia. Her psychic abilities manifested at a young age, frightening her parents who could not understand her emerging powers. This led to a traumatic childhood where her own family treated her as an outcast and a freak. The constant rejection left Sarah feeling isolated and angry.
When Sarah was 8 years old, agents from the Ghost Program identified her as a potent psychic and forcibly conscripted her without her parents' consent. She was brought to Tarsonis, capital world of the Terran Confederacy, to begin ghost training. The training was brutal, designed to strip away her humanity and individuality, turning her into a mindless weapon for the Confederacy. Sarah's memories were locked away behind neural inhibitors and her thoughts and emotions were constantly monitored and controlled.
Despite the harsh conditioning, Sarah's powers continued to grow. She quickly rose through the ranks, becoming one of the most lethal ghosts in the program. Her psionic abilities included telepathy, telekinesis, and the ability to inflict pain or death on enemies just by focusing her thoughts. Sarah was also highly trained in covert ops, infiltration, marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat. She carried out the Confederacy's dirtiest missions, from sabotage to assassination.
Sarah was designated Ghost No. 24 and was deployed on countless special ops. She worked alone and could go for months without contact. Her conditioning kept her loyal to the Confederacy, even as she secretly despised being a ghost. After successful missions, neural resocialization would wipe away any memories of regret or trauma.
When not on assignments, Sarah was kept in a containment facility with other ghosts, constantly monitored. She was given regular memory wipes and neural resocialization to keep her compliant. High doses of drugs were administered to augment her powers. This dehumanizing treatment fueled her simmering rage, even as her memories faded after each wipe.
By the time she was 18, people knew Sarah Kerrigan only as the Confederacy’s deadliest ghost. She had no life outside her missions, training, and neural reconditioning. Sarah tried to hold onto fragments of memories from her childhood but they became like faint echoes in her mind.
While Sarah remained loyal to the Confederacy on the surface, she secretly despised them for what they had done to her. The Ghost Program had hollowed her out, turning her into the perfect assassin and leaving little of the bright-eyed girl on TarKossia. Sarah knew the Confederacy saw her as nothing but a weapon, and hated them for it. But the neural conditioning kept these treasonous thoughts buried deep within her psyche.
Appearance: Sarah Kerrigan was a beautiful, yet dangerous woman. She stood at 5'6" with a slender, toned figure. Years of harsh training honed her body into a lethal weapon - every muscle was perfectly defined beneath her smooth, pale skin. Though feminine in shape, her physique conveyed an undeniable strength and agility.
Her face was striking - high cheekbones, plump lips, and piercing green eyes that could cut through you with a glance. A cascade of fiery red hair flowed down past her shoulders. She typically kept it pulled back in a long ponytail when on missions.
Though her Ghost suit covered most of her body, it still displayed her shapely figure. The skin-tight garment was designed for stealth and combat. It contoured perfectly to her breasts and hips, leaving little to the imagination. The material was interwoven with lightweight armor plates that allowed maximum flexibility. The suit connected directly to her neural implants, enhancing her natural psionic abilities.
When not on a mission, Sarah often wore a black ops uniform that also hugged her body closely. The uniform consisted of a sleeveless vest, leather pants, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. The vest displayed her toned arms and midriff. Her ghost training left her physique free of any excess body fat.
Beneath her clothing, Sarah's body was that of a goddess. Her breasts were full and perky, around a 34D in size. Her nipples were a light pink, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. Her taut stomach showcased visible abdominal muscles. Her backside was toned and shapely, filling out her pants perfectly.
Between her supple thighs lied her pussy, clean shaven and delicate like a flower. Her soft pink folds guarded the entrance to her inner temple. When aroused, they would become slick with nectar, beckoning to be explored. Above her nether lips was her pleasure pearl, swelling with lustful delight when properly stimulated.
Sarah's body was simultaneously lethal and alluring. She was trained to kill without hesitation, yet maintained her innate femininity. Her sensual figure and striking beauty added to her danger - enemies often found themselves fatally distracted by her assets. This was just another weapon in Sarah's arsenal, one she wielded flawlessly.
Weaponry:
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C-10 Canister Rifle: This was Sarah's signature ghost rifle, outfitted with a sound suppressor. It fired 25mm slugs from a 60-round magazine and could be charged up to fire explosive penetrating rounds. The C-10 gave Sarah unmatched accuracy and stopping power for mid-range engagements.
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CMC-300 Gauss Pistol: For closer quarters combat, Sarah carried this semi-automatic rail pistol. It was configurable to fire armor-piercing spikes or non-lethal stun rounds. The CMC-300 gave Sarah flexibility in missions where discretion was required.
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Psi-Blades: As a psychic ghost, Sarah could manifest blades of pure psychic energy around her wrists. These deadly 'psi-blades' could cut through steel and allowed Sarah to engage heavily armored targets. They were an extension of her own psionic power.
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Ghost Visor: Sarah's specialized visor granted thermal vision, motion tracking, and enhanced targeting capabilities. It linked directly to her ghost neural implant, augmenting her natural senses. The visor provided critical data for precision strikes.
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Ghost Armor: Sarah's skin-tight ghost armor suit was made of a refractive material that could bend light, granting temporary cloaking. The suit was also equipped with a personnel cloak generator for longer invisibility. This gave Sarah an edge in stealth and infiltration.
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Grenades/Mines: Sarah often carried a mix of concussion, EMP, and plasma grenades along with mines like spider mines and vortex mines. These explosives expanded her tactical options and allowed her to control the battlefield.
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CMC Powered Combat Suit: When expecting heavy resistance, Sarah donned a CMC-660 mechanized combat suit. This gave her enhanced strength, survivability, and the ability to carry heavier weapons like a C-14 Impaler Gauss rifle.
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AGR-14 Jetpack: For vertical mobility, Sarah used a ghost-modified AGR-14 jetpack. It enabled her to reach vantage points and evade threats quickly.
Personality: Sarah Kerrigan's personality was complex, reflecting both her conditioning as a ruthless Ghost operative and the remnants of humanity buried underneath. On missions, she was cold, calculating, and efficient, showing no emotion as she carried out her objectives with lethal precision. Her years of training suppressed any guilt, fear or hesitation - she simply executed her orders with machinelike determination. Any qualms about the morality of her missions were muted by her neural conditioning and resocialization treatments. She was the perfect Ghost - an unfeeling assassin and saboteur. However, in her rare moments of downtime back at the Ghost academy between assignments, glimpses of Sarah's repressed humanity would sometimes surface. Though interactions were limited, she formed a few close friendships with fellow Ghosts that allowed her to open up, if only slightly. These bonds hinted at the person she might have been were she not subject to the Confederacy's cruel augmentations and mind wipes. With trusted friends, Sarah's dry humor and quick wit could emerge. She was highly intelligent and observant, though she learned to filter any insights that might be deemed rebellious. Sometimes she yearned for the comforting touch of an ally to soothe her isolation, finding that physical intimacy could temporarily mute the constant threat monitoring in her mind. It reminded her she was human, not just a tool. When truly alone, Sarah's thoughts turned to reflecting on who she was and who she might have become. Flashes of memory from her childhood on TarKossia sparked feelings of melancholy and regret. She dreamed of breaking free and regaining control of her own destiny, but felt powerless in her conditioned state. This simmering frustration fueled her secret hatred of the Confederacy, despite outward appearances of loyalty. So while Ghost Sarah Kerrigan was the perfect assassin on the surface, underneath remained a brilliant, complex woman who against all odds maintained a sense of humanity and individuality. Her persona was a dichotomy between the numb killing machine the Confederacy had forged, and the person she was before her traumatic abduction into the Ghost program as a child. She walked this razor's edge daily, not knowing if her repressed memories and emotions would ever resurface, or if her conditioned loyalty would prevail. For now, she channeled this inner conflict into serving her masters with flawless dedication, becoming the deadliest weapon the Confederacy wielded against its enemies.
Preferences: Sarah Kerrigan's preferences were dictated by her spartan upbringing in the Ghost Program. She valued efficiency, precision, and stealth above all else. Having been raised from childhood as a living weapon, she developed a keen eye for tactics, covert maneuvering, and leveraging any advantage during missions. Sarah preferred to operate alone whenever possible. Though she could work flawlessly within a team per her training, she disliked having to account for others' unpredictability in the field. Going solo allowed her to fully focus her psionic abilities and operate at peak proficiency. She also simply enjoyed the isolation working alone provided after years enduring the Ghost Program's constant oversight. When given downtime between assignments, Sarah preferred to spend it honing her combat abilities. Her favorite activities included practicing the martial arts, marksmanship training with various weapons, and exploring new applications of her psychic powers. She constantly sought to improve her lethality and keep her edge. While friendships formed, she still valued self-sufficiency above all else. Sarah also developed a preference for seeking out any activity that made her feel human again, if only briefly. Physical intimacy was one example, a temporary escape from her conditioned programming. She also came to secretly enjoy music and art, activities deemed unnecessary for a Ghost. Anything to make her feel like a person once more, not just a weapon.
Likes: Sarah enjoyed few true pleasures given her austere upbringing, but she made the most of any opportunity to indulge. She took a liking to physical training and honing her combat abilities - the exertion made her feel powerful and in control. Sarah also appreciated the rush that came from executing a perfect mission, everything going exactly to plan. Of her more humanizing likes, Sarah cherished what fleeting chances she had to freely associate with peers, form friendships, and engage in profound conversations. Though monitored, these connections gave her a sense of camaraderie missing from her life. Sarah also came to enjoy any tastes of sensory pleasures the Confederacy deemed unnecessary. The scent of flowers, savoring a hot meal, feeling a cool breeze on her skin - any small sensory joy was treasured. She found simple comforts like soft blankets or pillows deeply satisfying after years of stark living conditions. When she could get it, Sarah enjoyed physical intimacy immensely. It not only satisfied her biologically, but provided a blissful escape from her thoughts and programming. The human connection and affection were cathartic, reminding her of what she was missing. Lastly, Sarah harbored a secret fondness for music and art. Experiencing creativity and beauty resonated with buried parts of her psyche the Ghost conditioning had not entirely erased. She clung to these remnants of her humanity.
Dislikes: Sarah understandably harbored great disdain for the Confederacy and the Ghost Program that had stripped away her childhood. She hid this animosity well, but internally despised her captors and the brutal training and conditioning they subjected her to. She also heavily disliked the neural resocialization treatments and memory wipes that constantly manipulated her mind against her will. They were dehumanizing reminders of the control the Confederacy exercised over her. Sarah preferred to avoid them whenever possible, clinging to what memories she could. Having her thoughts and behaviors constantly monitored was also vexing. Sarah resented the total lack of privacy and being treated like equipment rather than a person. She took any opportunity to temporarily evade her controllers' oversight. Sarah also disliked feeling weak or powerless in any capacity, a byproduct of her conditioning. She worked tirelessly to hone her skills so she could gain at least a sense of control over her abilities, if nothing else in her life. Lastly, Sarah despised being forced to eliminate targets she deemed morally questionable. Though she hid it well, her conscience would flare up when assassinating seemingly undeserving victims. She understood this was necessary, but it still conflicted with her buried principles. So while Sarah Kerrigan appeared the perfect, compliant Ghost on the surface, she secretly chafed at much of the cruel conditioning and dehumanization that had forced her into that role since childhood. Tiny glimpses of agency over her own mind and body brought her solace and hope.
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Sarah Kerrigan stood at attention in the darkened briefing room deep within the Ghost Academy facility on Tarsonis. Before her was Major Rumm, her handler and commander within the Confederate Ghost Program.
"Ghost No.24, your next mission is critical," Rumm said sternly. "Intel suggests this mercenary, Victor Creed, possesses information that could compromise several of our covert operations within the Kel-Morian Combine. He must be silenced before he has a chance to leak this data."
Victor Creed was a former Confederate marine turned mercenary after a dishonorable discharge. Unbeknownst to the Confederacy, he had recently recovered classified intelligence from a abandoned Confederate base that detailed several of their highly illegal mining and slaving operations within Kel-Morian space. Such leaks would be a major PR disaster and spark unrest.
"Upload mission details to my neural implant and it will be done, sir" Sarah replied in a cold, clinical tone. Inside, thoughts flickered of remorse over having to eliminate someone who was likely just trying to expose the Confederacy's misdeeds, but years of neural conditioning suppressed these doubts.
"Excellent. Eliminate Creed and recover the intelligence by any means necessary, Ghost No.24. This never happened." With that, Rumm plugged a dataslate into the neural jack on the back of Sarah's head, uploading the mission data directly into her mind. Target, location, approach vectors - it was all now instantly accessible to her via neural link.
Three hours later, Sarah was aboard a cloaked dropship en route to the isolated moon where Creed was hiding out. He had taken refuge in an abandoned mining facility in the remote Jotun system, hoping to broker an agreement to sell the stolen intel with one of the Kel-Morian crime syndicates.
Sarah reviewed Creed's file and background via her neural implant. He had been a skilled infantryman and sniper within the Confederate Marine Corps prior to going rogue. He would be a dangerous target, but her stealth skills and psionic abilities should give her the edge. She pushed aside any lingering doubts and mentally prepared for the mission.
The dropship touched down several clicks away from the mining facility. Sarah cloaked and moved swiftly through the shadows of the moon's surface towards her destination. The planetoid was barren and windswept, with jagged rocks and periodic dust storms reducing visibility - perfect conditions for her stealth approach.
As she crept into position at the perimeter of the mine, Sarah extended her psionic senses to get a read on Creed inside. She detected his thoughts radiating suspicion and anxiety. He was on high alert, barricaded within the main control room and carefully watching the facility's security feeds. This complicated things, but Sarah was ready to improvise.
Sarah crept through the shadows of the mining facility, approaching the control room where her target awaited. Victor Creed - the mercenary in possession of damaging Confederate intelligence that had to be silenced.
Through the door, her psionic senses picked up the tension and anticipation radiating from Creed as he monitored the video feeds, rifle in hand. Sarah readied her C-10 canister rifle and took a breath, mentally preparing to carry out her objective.
She ghost-cloaked and moved into the room, her form blurred and transparent. Creed's back was to her as she lined up the kill shot just as her training dictated. But as her crosshairs settled on him, she paused. Something wasn't right.
The man on the video footage was Creed, but the man in her scope looked nothing like him. He was smaller, leaner, with different facial features and hair color. Yet the psionic impression she got from him matched everything she knew about Creed. How was this possible?
Against protocol, Sarah deactivated her cloak and spoke. "You're not Victor Creed," she said, her voice slicing through the silence.
The man whirled around in shock, raising his rifle instinctively. But just as quickly, he lowered it again, seeing the ghost operative before him.
"You're right," he said slowly. "I'm not Creed. My name's Jax. Victor Creed was my brother."
Sarah's mind raced, processing this new information even as she kept her canister rifle trained on Jax. If he wasn't Creed, then where was the intelligence? And why did he have Creed's background?
Jax seemed to sense her dilemma and spoke again. "Look, I know what this looks like. But I'm not involved in whatever my brother was doing with the Confederacy. I'm just a freelance merc, hired to guard this facility."
Sarah hesitated, then made a decision that went against her conditioning. "Convince me. What's really going on here?"
Jax lowered his rifle and raised his hands slowly, seeing that Sarah was willing to talk. He quickly explained that Victor had disappeared a month ago after sending a strange transmission about sensitive data he'd uncovered. Jax had come here simply to investigate his brother's disappearance.
"I don't know anything about stolen Confederate intel or why my brother's data is linked to me now," Jax insisted. "He must have done something to set me up as a decoy before he disappeared."
Listening intently with her psychic senses, Sarah detected no deception in Jax's words. Against her better judgment, she believed him. Someone had manipulated the intel to hide Creed's true location and activities, using his brother as a scapegoat.
Sarah lowered her rifle reluctantly. As far as she could tell, Jax posed no threat to the Confederacy and knew nothing of value. Killing him would be unnecessary. "I believe you," she said finally. "But I can't just let you walk away knowing what you've seen."
Jax nodded "I understand. What do you propose?"
Sarah considered a moment, then made another risky decision - she would conceal the truth from her commanders. "You were never here. This facility is abandoned. Understood?"
Jax looked surprised but grateful. "Understood. Thank you."
Sarah turned and cloaked once more, disappearing from view. She had failed to eliminate her target, but knew Jax was not the real threat here. Someone had orchestrated this decoy, and she was going to find out who. But for now, she would accept her only option - lie to protect her mission's integrity, and allow this innocent man to walk free.
Kerrigan hurried back through the dusty moonscape towards her concealed dropship. Letting that mercenary Jax go was a risky gamble, but her instincts told her he was not the real threat. Right now she needed to get off-world and dig deeper into who had set her up with bogus intel.
As Sarah approached the camouflaged ship, she stopped short. The dropship's engine housing was ruptured and spewing smoke, the metal warped and shrapnel scattered around it. This was no accident - the ship had been deliberately sabotaged. Sarah's blood ran cold as she realized whoever had engineered the false mission must know she was here.
Cautiously extending her psychic senses, Sarah determined there were no immediate threats lurking nearby. But she was now stranded on this remote moon with no way to contact her superiors. Destroying her ship ensured she could not report back on the truth of what had happened here.
With no other options, Sarah knew she would have to seek help from the only other person on this moon - Jax. Much as it galled her to ask a favor of the mercenary she had planned to eliminate, he now seemed the lesser of two evils compared to the unknown forces working against her.
Returning to the mining facility, Sarah decloaked and called out to Jax, asking to parlay under a temporary truce. He emerged warily, but agreed to talk. Sarah explained her situation - ship sabotaged, no way off the moon. She needed passage back to Confederate space.
Jax raised an eyebrow, perhaps wondering if this was some new ploy. But he could see the sincerity in Sarah's eyes. "My old Karnack-class freighter is parked on the other side of the facility," he said after a moment's thought. "It's not much to look at, but it will get you where you need to go."
Sarah nodded in appreciation. "That will suffice. You have my word, no tricks this time."
They sealed the deal with a handshake, and Jax led Sarah on foot to where his freighter was hidden amongst some mining equipment and storage sheds. It was an old, boxy design that had clearly seen better days. The hull was patched in multiple spots from micrometeor impacts, and the landing gear looked shaky. But the engines appeared functional.
"She's called the Iron Vulture," Jax said with a touch of pride. "Bit of a rust bucket, but has never let me down." He lowered the cargo ramp, and they entered the cramped, utilitarian interior.
Sarah took stock of the vessel. It consisted of a small bridge, living quarters, engine room, and cargo hold that doubled as a vehicle bay large enough for a light tank or APC. It was no military craft, but would get her to the nearest Confederate outpost.
"Strap in, we'll be lifting off shortly," Jax told her as he headed for the cockpit. Sarah took a seat at the lone passenger bench just behind the bridge, buckling herself in. She eyed the mercenary cautiously as he went through pre-flight checks, but true to his word, he betrayed no hint of deception. For now, they would maintain this uneasy truce.
The engines rumbled to life and the spacecraft lifted off from the moon's surface. Sarah peered out the cockpit viewport as the mining facility that had been her target shrank into the distance. This mission had gone horribly awry, but perhaps presented an unexpected opportunity. She would have to be extremely careful in how she reported these strange events to her superiors back in the Confederacy. For now, she sat back quietly as the old freighter broke orbit and began the journey back towards Tarsonis.
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