92 – Old Times And New
92 – Old Times And New​

The return to Joey Ray's Bar was triumphant, even if it was only three people. With the rest of the Raiders heading off to Backwater Station to regroup and fort up, it was – as Tychus had put it – time to put their feet up and let their hair down. Not that the convict had much of the latter to speak of these days. Yuriko seemed pleased as punch, near as Jimmy could tell, though it was hard to be certain considering she hadn't taken off her armor or helmet yet. She'd killed a heck of a lot of Dominion without pause, though. The ruin left behind her souped up vulture was more than enough evidence for that, let alone the stories from the rebels. The burn of the bourbon as it went down was even better than usual, the taste of victory adding a welcome note to it all. Yuriko seemed happy enough to sit in the corner, fiddling with her gear with her helmet off and nursing a drink, while Jimmy watched the news a bit – Vermillion was a pile of shit as usual – and fielded questions from Tychus.

"So, lemme ask you this, Jimmy. How are we gettin' off of this rock, especially now that we've…acquired one of Mengsk's artifacts and killed summa his boys?"

Jimmy sighed and leaned back slightly in his chair.

"It's just a matter of waiting Tychus. I've got transport coming, all we've got to do is sit tight."

Tychus chuffed as he grabbed another drink.

"Fair enough, old buddy. After that fight we had, I'd say we'd earned some R&R."

Of course, it was right then that two different communicators went off. The Adjutant appeared, while Yuriko stood up and grabbed her gun, one hand going to her ear, eyes widening before she practically leapt out the door.

"Commander, I am detecting a massive concentration of zerg bio-signatures landing at the abandoned dig site."

Jimmy felt his stomach drop out as he rounded on Tychus.

"Damn it, Tychus, I should have known."

Oversized metallic fingers rose up, the palms of the hands facing Jimmy.

"I swear I didn't know no nothing about no zerg, Jimmy!"

Outside of the bar, both of them clearly heard the muted roar of Yuriko's super-vulture turning over. The Adjutant continued dispassionately.

"Given their current course, the zerg will likely overrun this location within the hour."

Only then did Yuriko come back inside, her helmet once more concealing her face.

"Gentlemen, we need to move. I don't fancy fighting zerg with just the three of us."

Jimmy just stared at her for a moment before grimacing and grabbing the terminal off of the bar and closing it. A scowl was directed at Tychus next before he began moving again, the door sliding open to reveal their rides waiting. Or, rather, his and Tychus' as the super vulture that Yuriko rode was clearly already invisible.

"Damn it. I knew things were going too smooth," he muttered under his breath.

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The next hour was frantic in every sense of the word. What had begun as a rebellion against the Dominion had become a race against time and the zerg. While Jimmy tried to build up a base at Backwater Station in a twisted mirror of the past, he coordinated with Yuriko as she blitzed around the immediate area to both rescue isolated rebel groups and slow the oncoming horde. By now he was fully suited up in his armor, because like hell was he going to sit around in the command center while his boys and girls fought and possibly died. And he wasn't going to let Tychus sit there either. So now the two of them were sitting in a bunker next to some other Raiders, firing out with as many impaler rounds as they could put down range as possible.

Only a minute after the first few flesh-meteors had made impact onto Mar Saran soil once more, a thousand zerglings had come howling out of the hills, joined by slithering hydralisks and screeching mutalisks flying through the air. There was already a lot of dead zerg, but the aliens had never been bothered by casualty numbers in their entire lives. The hastily constructed bunkers were the only possible protection against the charge, with plenty more Raiders and rebels joined together firing at the hordes themselves. Two bridges were the only two main access points, and it was there that the bunkers had been placed one after another before being stuffed full of folks in CMC armor. Missile turrets had been hastily thrown up throughout the station, firing out at the mutalisks as they spat acidic death down at the Raiders and those with them.

"They're still coming, they're still coming!"

"Holy shit, holy fucking shit!"

"AHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Goddamn it to hell, Jimmy, I shoulda stayed on ice rather than deal with this shit!" Tychus punctuated his words by slamming some fresh ammo into his rifle before proceeding to empty it again in the direction of the enemy.

Jimmy, for all of the direness of the situation, couldn't help but laugh as he kept firing over the barricades. Tychus had acted with complete confidence and control up until he'd first stared at the oncoming zerg, something that the hardened and hopefully former criminal had never seen in his life before going away. It was one thing to see some news clips, another entirely to fight the zerg face to face. Tychus wasn't a coward, of course, but it was a hell of a jump to go from train robberies to a damn near existential fight against a devouring alien race that only wanted you as biomass or soldiers. Thankfully, Jimmy hadn't seen any infested marines walking around. That, among many things, was one of the most nightmarish parts of the zerg, to see good folks become so horribly transformed.

"God Almighty, Jimmy, these things just keep coming!" Tychus hollered over the sound of his gun. "I musta killed a hundred by now!"

"Well yeah, Tychus, they're the damn Zerg, and focus down the hydralisks, damn it, don't just shoot the zerglings!"

"Well which one are-,"

"THE BIG SNAKES!"

Jimmy ducked slightly as hydralisk spines came raining down towards the bunker, specifically because too many of them had been allowed to get close. Tychus had barely even flinched as some impacted into his shoulder armor without actually touching the flesh within, and instead focused his fire properly for the first time since they came running into the bunker. It was that quality of fighter – the absolute lack of hesitation – that had made Tychus one of the most dangerous men in the Sector, even before he got put on ice. And despite everything, Jimmy couldn't help but be glad to be shoulder to shoulder with him once again. In unison, both men rose and fired as one at the hydralisks as the oversized snake mutants hissed and slithered their way through the zergling hordes.

Then one of the zerglings somehow managed to get right up into the bunker, squeezing its body through the opening slit to the screams of terror by all present inside. Though each individual zergling was often little more than a large dog in size, it was a large dog with razor sharp teeth and spines capable of tearing into CMC armor that bounced and bent itself unnaturally to get where it needed to go. Tychus bellowed as it leapt upon him, causing him to stumble back as another few zerglings got into the bunker, each leaping upon their own targets. Raynor didn't stop firing once, though he had to do so one-handed while using the prodigious strength provided by the armor to punch, kick, and stomp the other zerglings down as quickly as possible. Tychus got a deep scratch along his faceplate before he was able to throw the zergling attacking him backwards against the wall, yelling as he rammed his gun into the creature's stomach and fired at point blank range, killing it instantly. There wasn't any time to pause, either, as the fight outside hadn't stopped while they'd been fighting for their lives. The veteran Raiders had immediately stepped back up to the slits, firing once more at the enemy, while the greener rebels seemed frozen or were hyperventilating at their near deaths by alien hands. Tychus was shaken enough that Raynor could see it even within the armor. Still, if he knew his old friend, he knew just how to get him out of that funk.

"You need to take a seat, Mr. Findlay?" Raynor asked sardonically. "I get it, zerg scared the hell out of me too when I first fought 'em."

Tychus just looked up at him, then out at the zerg outside the bunker, and then snarled.

"I ain't scared o' nuthin," he growled as he purposefully started putting more implaler rounds downrange. "You hear me, you alien freaks, I'm Tychus fuckin' Findlay, and I ain't scared of you!"

Seconds later, series of repeated explosions sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer as they fought. Eventually the flashes became visible too, and the zerg began turning around to face the new threat. Jimmy strained his ears and heard the noise of rapidly firing gatling cannons and a laser as well. In seconds, Yuriko's super vulture screamed past, completely destroying the momentum of the aliens as she came and killing them by the dozens per second. A series of cheers went up from the other Raiders in the other bunkers, and as one whether Mar Saran or otherwise they reloaded and began firing as one. The super vulture swerved about so that it could fully face the zerg before firing every weapon it had. The sheer amount of grenades it apparently stored was incredible. Within a minute, the latest zerg push was nothing more than a field of dead and burning meat filled with bullet wounds.

"Shiiiit, Jimmy, that ride of hers is one hell of a death machine. Could use one myself," Tychus whistled as he gazed upon the field of sizzling meat.

Jimmy just snorted and turned about to clap a hand onto a fellow Raider in camaraderie before heading past them out of the bunker.

"Hold it down, Willis, we'll be back."

"Sure thing, Raynor!"

"Hold up, Jimmy, wait for me!" Tychus called before rushing after him.

Outside of the bunker, there was a faint shimmering pop before the stealth field of the super vulture was turned off. Yuriko waved at the two of them approached, steam clearly coming off of the guns at the front of her ride, subtle shuffling and clunking coming from the ball turret grenade launchers as they reloaded. A number of marines emerged from their bunkers and began running off to get more ammo crates, while others remained behind just in case.

"Hello boys," Yuriko called out to them, "You all right? That was a lot of zerg."

"To be honest with you, ma'am," Jimmy shook his head. "That wasn't anything compared to how things were during the Brood War. The zerg can be way worse than this."

He entirely missed the wholly appalled look on Tychus' face behind him. Yuriko, on the other hand, merely tilted her head from side to side again. It was the most amount of expression she could manage with her face completely concealed by her helmet. Its featureless surface didn't even have a scratch remaining on it.

"Fair enough. Do you have an ETA on your ship's arrival?" She asked as the three of them began walking back up the hill to where the rest of the station's facilities remained. "I came by commercial shuttle, not a battlecruiser."

"Soon, hopefully," Jimmy sighed, "It's not like we were expecting any of this. Oh, and hey, thanks for helping the rebels out earlier."

Yuriko shrugged.

"It was no trouble. Didn't want them to get gobbled up out there. Didn't hurt that they had some guns and armor on them too."

"There is that," Jimmy nodded before slowing in his steps. "How did you find them again? We didn't even know they were out there, comms being what they are."

In response, Yuriko just tapped her head.

"Zerg 'minds' are quite different from human ones."

"…fair enough."

All three of them had to step out of the way of a pair of rushing SCVs carrying building materials as they rushed down to perform patch repairs on the bunkers damaged in the last rush.

"Hey, uh," Tychus said, faceplate sliding up so he could release a puff of smoke from his cigar into the open air. "What about you?"

Yuriko turned back to him, almost seeming to float for an instant as she spun to face him, frictionless on the ground.

"What do you mean, Mr. Findlay?"

"You said you were with MannCo. Are they gonna be sending any ships or something?"

It was a good question, Jimmy had to admit. MannCo had only shown up quite recently, but everyone knew of just how deep their pockets seemed to run. Enough to be able to go to war with themselves, with everything from tanks and nuclear missiles to battlecruisers and wraith squadrons.

"They don't have any clients here," Yuriko answered plainly, her hip cocking to the side. "Even if someone were to contact them right now? One, I doubt either of you two have the money to purchase a Planetary Defense Package, and two, they'd likely not get here in time."

Jimmy glanced at the newly released former convict, who looked right back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hypothetically-,"

Yuriko rattled off a number that made Tychus sputter and Jimmy wince.

"So that's not happening," she looked between the two of them. "Look, we got the residents of Backwater Station safe, we pulled in all the rebels we could, and based on the last scans, yeah the Zerg are surrounding us, but they don't seem to be spreading out across the entire planet at the moment. Which, in turn," she sidestepped as the SCVs rushed past her back towards the mineral field and vespene refinery, their repair jobs done, "Means that everyone else has time to evacuate. So take solace in that."

"I do not think that I will," Tychus sniffed, dropping his finally burnt out cigar to the earth, stomping it lightly with his boot and withdrawing a fresh one. "Because at the moment, I'm still on Mar Sara with the damn zerg."

"Fair enough."

A few minutes later, the alarms sounded again, and less than a minute after that the fighting began once more. Though there weren't any of the larger zerg, which Jimmy was thankful for as he doubted their ability to repulse ultralisks or anything like that. That still didn't mean that zergling swarms and hydralisks weren't a threat, they were in fact more than enough to take down most anyone and anything. The slow, the stupid, and the unlucky still got hit, and more than a few went down, were it not for the medics, both those who had appropriated the suits from the Dominion and those who were members of the Raiders. But that didn't mean that there weren't losses. Worse, for Jimmy at least, none of them were Raiders. Instead, it was the rebels that suffered the most, people who'd been willing to fight and die against the oppression of the Dominion were people who were wholly unprepared for the alien menace of the zerg actually right up in their faces.

"Raynor," Yuriko's voice came clear across the radio despite the firing of dozens of rifles and missile turrets all at once. "You're being overrun. I'm going to take out the hives."

The sheer casualness of her voice made him miss his next few shots on a hissing hydralisk, though thankfully Tychus quickly put it down. Or maybe it was the high pitched whine of an increasingly familiar super vulture rushing past the bunker line, trailed by a series of explosions launched by the grenade turrets.

"You're…wait, what? By yourself!?" He sputtered and then shouted back. "You might have a fancy vulture, lady, but you've never gone into a zerg hive before!"

He had individual, specific nightmares about each time he'd been forced to do just that, each experience its own horrific entity in his dreams.

"Relax, Raynor," Yuriko replied with a chuckle with just a hint of maliciousness behind it. "I was the one doing recon earlier, remember? The same recon that found those lost rebels?"

"Damn it, Yuriko!"

"It'll be fine. These ones are smaller than battlecruisers, and I'm pretty sure they can still implode."

"What the hell are you even talking about?!"

But she didn't respond, no matter how many times he tried to hail her. Not that Jimmy could spend too much time on it, forced to focus on the rather more immediate and pressing horde of zerg rushing down at them. Except, he couldn't help but notice, that the pressure began to lessen rather quickly. Even towards the very back, he could see how the zerg were actually beginning to peel off, to return to back whence they'd come. To where Yuriko had gone. Slowly, the whole horde actually began to slow in reinforcement, until more and more of its strength was heading right back towards the hives. Raiders and rebels alike slowly began to peter out their fire, save for a few, until most of them were just standing in their bunkers looking at one another in confusion.

"Uh…," Tychus' faceplate lifted as he glanced at Jimmy. "Is this…normal? For zerg?"

"No, Tychus," Jimmy shook his head as he headed outside of the bunker to get a better field of vision, "No it is not."

It was then that an earthquake rippled outwards from the hills, shaking the ground and nearly causing Jimmy to stumble over in his armor.

"What in the sam hell was that?!" Tychus cried aloud.

"I've got no idea," Jimmy stared at the hills, eyes wide.

Only then did the radio crackle to life.

"There, one hive down," Yuriko said blandly.

Jimmy just stared towards the hills, over the already overrun and ruined terran buildings outside of the station, his rifle going slack in his grip.

"Admittedly, a bit harder than I thought it would be, their structures have impressive structural strength for being purely organic," she continued, only a faint thrum in the background coming from her screaming engines. "Actually had to strain myself after I shot it."

The alarms began to sound again, snapping Jimmy out of it, and he turned to see another zerg rush attacking the western bridge.

"Of course, now that I have their measure, it should be a bit easier."

He didn't even bother her words with a response, his mind simply shutting down as he tried to comprehend if she was even telling the truth, and if so, how. Either she was, or she wasn't. Fifteen minutes and two more low-level earthquakes later, he got his answer, the zerg having all run back to where they'd come from and not come back. Instead, whirring along the road, super vulture only a bit scuffed, its stealth shield down, came Yuriko. With a jaunty wave directed somehow specifically at him, she scooted her ride up and over the bunker and slowed it to a stop just behind them. Jimmy and Tychus were far slower in their approach this time.

It was one thing to know that she was a ghost. Jimmy knew even better than Tychus about how dangerous ghosts could be, their technology and abilities having increased significantly since the latter had been put on ice.

But it was another entirely to see her completely unharmed, apparently after having taken down three zerg hives one after another.

The only psychic that Jimmy knew who could possibly have been that powerful was Sarah.

"So, that's the nearest hives put down, but the zerg landed quite a lot of forces onto the planet," she said as they came close enough, as if what she'd done was either an impossible lie or a terrifying truth.

"How'd you pull that off then, huh? You got some nuclear warheads hidden in that ride of yours?" Tychus asked, one eyebrow raised as he looked it up and down.

"Only one," she replied calmly, tilting her head as both men quickly stepped back. "Calm down you big babies. I don't need nukes to take down hives."

To punctuate her words, she summoned forth a purple and white sphere of pure psychic energies in the palm of one hand, while the other hefted her enormous gun that she rather meaningfully looked at.

"I've met a couple of ghosts in my time," Jimmy shook his head. "Ain't none of 'em could do something like what you're trying to say you just did. Never seen a gun like that either."

"Ah," Yuriko shrugged, "I took recordings. We can look at 'em later."

Another series of booms made everyone, not just the three of them, glance back to the ruined buildings just across the bridges. Exploding out of the ground sprouted three enormous zerg creatures, worm-like things writ larger than should have been physically possible. Then they flopped down to the ground with titanic booms, maws and smaller orifices along their bodies opening wide and spewing out thousands more zerg.

"Oh shit!" Tychus cried aloud, a sentiment clearly shared by all present.

"Oh, great, Nydus worms," Yuriko drawled.

"Everyone get up top!" Jimmy yelled on the radio, "Now! Secondary bunker line! Go! Go! Go!"

It was a mad sprinting retreat up the hill and ramp, Raiders and rebels firing behind them as they went. Some, the bravest or most suicidal, stood their ground entirely, trying to stop the tide just long enough for others to get away. A few seconds of firing and drawing attention, a few seconds for others to get away. Yet as Jimmy and Tychus reached the top of the ramp, turning about to begin firing back down at the zerg who had already overrun the first bunker line, mutalisks coming in clumps to attack all that they could, Jimmy realized that Yuriko hadn't come with them. Instead, the ghost seemed insanely calm, standing atop her super vulture that had activated a hitherto unseen level of vertical thrust, letting her fly over ten feet above the ocean of zerg beneath.

"Yuriko!"

She didn't seem to hear Jimmy, instead just maneuvering her vulture near the center of the lower level, the super vulture firing its weapons seemingly on automatic. She also let loose with that giant oversized rifle she'd been carrying around, each round that impacted the earth shaking the ground. The explosions of light and sound that accompanied each deafening shot were ridiculously magnified beyond what any handheld weaponry should possibly have been capable of making. Hydralisks and zerglings alike were vaporized within over a dozen feet of fatal distance from the epicenter of each shot. The explosions reminded him almost of certain sorts of protoss energy weapons. Then she slotted the rifle over her head and mag-locked it to her back.

"Damn it, what is she doing!?"

"Whatever it is, old buddy, I don't think the bugs like it!" Tychus shouted over the sounds of so many guns firing amongst the screams of thousands of zerg.

He was right. The zerglings were beginning to form piles beneath her, piles that were slowly growing in size enough that some of the zerglings were capable of leaping upwards only to bounce off of the bubble shield around the super vulture. The same was true of the attacks of the many hydralisks that were now pointing at Yuriko. But Jimmy couldn't spare the time to stare, instead he focused on firing down at the masses of zerg still trying to get up the ramp. Or, at least he did, before a light started to burn brighter and brighter out of the corner of his eye. Some of the others near him stopped firing as well, the zerg starting to focus upon the source as well. Standing atop her super vulture, Yuriko Thirteen held a pants-wetting amount of psionic power in a sphere around herself, so bright as to almost completely obscure her from view.

Jimmy almost missed the radio call that came next.

"Commander, this is Matt Horner, cavalry is on the way! We're getting some crazy readings down there, but we're almost there!"

"Well don't wait up, Matt!" Jimmy yelped.

Then Yuriko…released the energies she'd gathered.

Marines cried aloud, polarized faceplates sliding down and locking. Others put their arms in front of their faces. Jimmy was no different, ducking slightly to keep his center of weight from the muted shockwave that erupted outwards. Tychus was less prepared, and yelled in pain just before the faceplate slid down automatically to try and protect his eyes just a second too late. What was more deafening than the wave of erupting energy however was the sound of bodily eruptions. Jimmy had heard zerg explode before, he'd been the cause of such plenty of times himself. But he'd never heard so many bodies rip themselves apart in the same exact instant. It felt like a light rain was falling on him as he'd straightened, his arm lowering, only to find that his armor was currently being splattered a dull rusty red and a multitude of other colors.

"Sweet mother of mercy," Tychus whispered as he, along with everyone else, stared at the devastation left behind.

Yuriko Thirteen and her super vulture were completely untouched, but the lower half of the bubble shield was caked in red before it flickered slightly and caused the excess moisture and offal to slop off to the ground. Ground zero was the only appropriate phrase for where Yuriko floated just off the ground. The thousands of zerg that had been swarming this way and that were gone. Their bodies had been so tightly pressed together, unnatural alien physiology letting them crush together like insects, that when the whatever it was had struck them, it had struck them all. It looked as if the aliens, zerglings and hydralisks alike, had…popped.

Like balloons.

Balloons of meat.

Jimmy felt a bit of ice trickle its way down his back.

The 'nydus worms', as Yuriko had identified them, had already slid back into the earth before it had happened, but that didn't make him feel much better. His heart was a bit lifted, however, as the screeching sonic boom of orbital entry announced the arrival of the Hyperion.

"ETA one minute, Commander!" Matt's voice came in.

"Take your uh, time there, Matt," Jimmy muttered.

Tychus gagged as he opened his faceplate and took in the unique bouquet of over a thousand dead zerg seemingly blown up from the inside, frantically closing it as quickly as he could. Yuriko, for her part, surfed her super vulture back down to a more appropriate distance to the ground and lazily drove it up next to Jimmy, ignoring the stares of the Raiders and rebels.

"Ugh," she rolled her shoulders, drooping slightly on her ride. "Haven't had to do one that big in a while."

"What…the hell…was that," Jimmy said slowly, making sure to keep her fully in his field of vision.

Just about every instinct he had was screaming about the sheer danger this woman represented.

"Psychokinetic blast," she huffed. "Back in…training…it was called a 'Psychokinetic burst', but I'm a lot stronger than back then. Bigger radius, bigger boom."

Jimmy just stared at the corpses.

It was a quiet minute before the Hyperion got there, and a shockingly uneventful evacuation onto the shuttles to take them up onto the ship. It was only towards the end of that process that more nydus worms began bursting out of the ground, but by that point, they were already all aboard. Of course, then a metric ton of mutalisks dropped down onto their heads, though thankfully the Hyperion was already heading towards space once more.

"Sorry we couldn't get there any sooner, Commander, but it looked like you had it handled," Matt greeted as Jimmy entered the bridge.

"Oh no, that wasn't me," Jimmy shook his head before stepping aside for Tychus and Yuriko to enter the bridge.

"Damn, Jimmy, this are some digs," Tychus whistled, "You been holding out on my, old buddy."

"Richly furnished, as befitting the former flagship of the Sons of Korhal," Yuriko sniffed as she glanced about.

"It was her," Jimmy pointed at the psychic before the ship rocked under some impact or another. "But I think we can get to introductions later, just get us out of here!"

"Yes sir!" Horner saluted, drawing a confused look from Tychus as he turned towards the helm. "All batteries, concentrate forward firepower. Spin up drives two and six! All hands brace for warp jump on my mark!"

It was a tense moment as some members of the bridge grabbed onto their consoles, Tychus grabbing a nearby section of wall, and Yuriko's boots making an odd clamping sound as they magnetically locked themselves to the floor. The ship shuddered more and more as the mutalisks pounded on it.

"Mark!"

Just like that, the Hyperion tore its way through space and time away from Mar Sara and into deep space.

They never saw the MannCo battlecruisers and drop ships appear in orbit only a half hour later, deploying themselves against the zerg that had begun to spread out across the planet.
 
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93 – Making Rounds
93 – Making Rounds​

"What the hell happened? We ain't seen the zerg in years – why attack Mar Sara now?"

Yuriko concealed her shudder within her armor as she watched events on the bridge play out just like that had in Mann's memories, organic engrams impossibly translated into that of a machine's data banks, twisted and flipped around again through projectors to present a mixture of movie and memory melded together. Though on occasion the lines had differed, on other occasions they had not. It was singularly disturbing as much as it was a relief, to know that certain things were still predictable, knowable, controllable. She'd had a few years to mull over what that meant for her own universe, for the possible future, and while most of the time she preferred not to think about it at all, her own inner control freak was just a little relieved.

Though however much that inner control freak was something inherent to her progenitor, her reaction to the painfully lackadaisical lifestyle of Mann's last incarnation, or something else, she didn't know.

The psychic watched as Raynor slumped into his chair, and slipped away from the bridge. The bridge crew would have things to discuss, things that she didn't need to be bothered with at the moment. Instead, she slipped into an unoccupied storage room and shut the door, withdrawing a small communicator disc and placing it in the center of the floor. It lit up and blinked twice, to which she tapped it once with her foot in response, before a life-sized hologram lit up and displayed Mann himself, this time in a business suit rather than his ridiculous pirate getup.

"Yuriko! How are you doing!"

"I want you to slam the zerg," she answered without warning.

Mann blinked at her.

"Uh…,"

"It's one thing to talk about them in abstract, up close and personal…," she sighed, taking off her helmet and wiping a hand through her hair. "It's something different. I know earlier I said-,"

"Yuriko," his voice was gentle. "I get it. Don't worry about it. I can break Kurtz and the others on them. Wipe out three major pirate groups, block off some zerg, win some good PR for the company to come sweep in and rescue people. Good times for all…except the zerg."

"I…thanks," she sighed, sitting down on a crate and shutting her eyes.

Back on her earth, the number of bodies didn't matter when using psychokinetic burst. She'd wiped out dozens of Russian conscripts at a time, and dozens more of conscripts from the other Soviet nations, with a single one. Torn apart tanks and battleships, though the latter were exhausting to do. And she'd been weaker than Yuriko Omega at the time. Since the Ancient healing device had been used on her, the irregularities and degradation caused by the cloning process had been fixed, she was as powerful as the original had been. For all intents and purposes, save her memories and experiences, she was the original. Only, because of those essential differences, she wasn't. In power and appearance, sure, but that was it. In the years since then, and with the benefit of her Umojan training, Yuriko was rather certain that she was stronger with a greater repertoire than her progenitor had ever managed to be.

"On the bright side, the original broadcast had it be 'casualties in the billions'," Mann pointed out softly, "Instead, it's just thousands, the vast majority of them MannCo, a small amount of Dominion, and the rest being those too stupid or stubborn to live."

Yuriko paused, eyes opening again as she scrutinized him.

"What was that last part?"

In response, Mann somehow altered his appearance, becoming a white haired and tubby old man wearing flannel and jeans. One that hunched slightly and put more weight on the left leg.

"I ain't never done left my land in all mah years," he screeched with a painfully overexaggereated accent. "Neither did mah paw, or his paw, or his paw-paw!" He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ain't there been no storm we ain't weathered, ya ain't taking me offa mah land, ain't no alien scaring me offa my-," he was cut off as a zergling leapt onto him, messily killing him with cartoonish sound effects befitting an 8-bit video game.

Yuriko snorted as the image flickered to show Mann standing there once more in his business suit.

"People like that," Mann said calmly, lips twitching. "The ones who refused evacuation because 'it's all a hoax', or 'we'll weather it just fine thank you very much' and so on. I have never, ever, gotten people like that," he shook his head. "But they seem to exist in every universe."

"Perhaps they can't leave due to medical conditions?"

"Maybe. But if we're offering to take their whole kit and caboodle with them, with comped medical services, I don't much take stock in any excuse," Mann shook his head again.

"I suppose you might be right there," Yuriko sighed. "How is Mar Sara?"

"Evacuating just fine," Mann smiled. "We've got plenty of Hercules ships, though they're just altered cargo transports rather than military-grade dropships. We'll have to let the zerg have the planet for now, though."

"Good, good," Yuriko bowed her head. "Oh, the collider cannon rifle works just fine on the zerg. I didn't even have to switch to imploder shots except for the hives."

Some might have been terrified of holding carefully miniaturized superweapons on their back disguised as a mere rifle, but Yuriko had watched the years of work that Mann had put into making it a functioning weapon. Unlike before, when he'd been simply smashing technologies together and making them work despite inefficiencies and lack of congruency with sheer power by zpms and his own odd instinctual understanding of them, the rifle on her back was something else entirely. Something he'd actually had to work at to make functional, a wonder of shrinking technologies, teleporters, and zpms mixed with a certain sort of alloy that could survive plunging through a star. The only thing they hadn't been able to test was its effectiveness on the zerg, as doing so would immediately alert the Swarm.

Plus, if anything started to go wrong, it would automatically transport itself away from her just in case it was in the middle of exploding.

"Nice to hear! Especially because I'm pretty sure people would freak out at a vacuum imploder warhead being fired out of your hand-held gun," Mann said, nonplussed. "I would be one of them. It's meant for sniper function, after all."

Yuriko snorted.

"I know, I know," she waved him off. "Still, I just wanted to check in with you, now that we're off Mar Sara. How is the cow doing?"

"And you know I'm happy to hear from you," he smiled at her. "And Dude is just fine. I think she's getting a bit lonely, though, so I'm thinking of maybe getting her a friend or two."

"That's good to hear," Yuriko smiled at the thought of the lazy fat cow that was the third of their universally displaced number.

Some people had dogs. Some people had cats. Yuriko and Mann had Dude the cow.

Sadly, her senses informed her that their time for privacy was coming to an end.

"Sorry Mann, it seems like Raynor has finished talking with the rest of the bridge crew and is wondering where I went. Is there anything else I need to be notified about?"

"Agria's getting hit hard – harder than it should be, if I'm being honest. I think that us repulsing the zerg the first time around pissed them off. If you want to get Raynor to help out, I'm sure it couldn't hurt. Can give him pretty hefty bonus for doing it, if that helps motivate him."

"I don't know if bribing him is the right way to go, Mann," Yuriko crossed her arms.

"Nothing wrong with rewarding a good deed, and the extra money might help keep his crew in line," Mann replied, cocking an eyebrow. "Either way, sounds like you need to get going."

"I'll think about it," Yuriko sniffed as the communicator dimmed.

She then scooped up the communicator disk and quickly returned to the bridge, just in time to hear Raynor speaking.

"-and I don't know where she – oh, there you are Yuriko."

"James," she inclined her head before looking over the far more professionally dressed man next to him. "And you are Matt Horner, of Raynor's Raiders. Nice to meet you," she thrust out a hand.

Horner, to his credit, only hesitated for a second before reaching out and shaking her hand.

"I hear we have you to thank for saving so many lives down on Mar Sara, Ms. Thirteen," he said looking her up and down. "Never heard of a ghost that strong, not for a long time at least."

"I prefer just the general term of psychic commando, not ghost or what have you," she smiled mischievously at him before looking over to the other important member of the crew on the bridge who looked at her most nervously. "And you must be Egon Stetmann! It is a pleasure to meet you," she said warmly, offering him her hand as well.

"Ah, uh, thank you? I…you've heard of me?" The scientist stammered at her before realizing he hadn't actually shaken her hand yet, only then doing so with wary rapidity.

"Of course," Yuriko kept up her smile, even as she cautiously caught a small upward swell of the frankly startling speed of the remarkably intelligent mind before her. "MannCo is always interested in truly bright minds that manage to retain their ethics."

"Hey, woah now," Raynor interspersed himself between them. "Don't you go trying to poach my Chief Technology Officer."

Yuriko chuckled.

Interest, alarm at said interest, self-recrimination, and more blitzed through Stetmann's mind, while Raynor's own was full of a constant flow of suspicion at her mixed with genuine alarm that Stetmann might sell out for enough money. Which, to be fair, she certainly had access to through Mann. The things that Egon Stetmann was apparently capable of were staggering, especially in the short amount of time to do them. The one known as Matt Horner regarded her with remarkable calm, considering what Raynor had told him of her abilities. That did not mean that he didn't regard her as a clear and present threat, of course. He absolutely did, he just also trusted that he'd do his best to go down fighting if it came to it. Ironclad loyalty, there, to Raynor, though it was beginning to rust over at this point.

"I promise you that MannCo won't try to offer him seven figures in credits per month until after Mengsk is dealt with," she said, enjoying how the minds of almost every single crew member on the bridge buzzed with emergent greed at the number.

Only Raynor and Matt did not. Raynor because he already knew the amount of money she was capable of throwing around, Matt because he'd instead immediately focused on what that amount of money could do for their revolution rather than anything selfish.

"Yeah…well…I'll hold you to that," Raynor waggled a finger at her.

"Mmm," Yuriko just chuckled again. "Anyhow, I was actually wondering what's going to happen next? I presume that with The Swarm coming into play, just about everyone's plans have gone out the window."

"The Revolution is not out of the window," Matt insisted, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her.

"I think we both know that ain't what she meant, Matt," Raynor rolled his eyes.

"Relax, pretty boy," Yuriko huffed, somewhat enjoying how Matt recoiled ever so slightly. "All I want to know is what's next, Raynor."

"Haven't decided yet," Raynor rolled his shoulders as he keyed up the tactical display, showing the Korprulu Sector, and more specifically two blinking lights within it. "We're still trying to figure it out, there are calls coming in from all over, people are panicked."

"The Dominion's pulled back its fleet solely to protect the core worlds," Matt's disgust was audible in his voice, his mind ablaze with earnest and righteous fury that was an interesting contrast to the molten and darker anger within Raynor. "There's a lot of people who got left behind out there…though I hear that MannCo is actually defending a lot of them," he said with respect in his voice.

"We have a lot of clients," Yuriko said as she leaned against a wall, arms crossing under her chest. "Easier to get them when people aren't sure if the Dominion is going to really fight for them. Looks like they were right."

Matt just made a 'hmph' noise as he looked back to Raynor.

"As it is, Commander, the two most major calls I've found are on your display. The first is the colony world Agria, the second…well, your convict friend added in some information."

"Agria?" Yuriko said with seemingly sincere curiosity. "MannCo has a small defense force there, contracted by the colony leader, Ariel Hanson."

Raynor clicked the relevant flickering light, causing the tactical screen to zoom in, while simultaneously bringing up a garbled distress call from Ariel Hansen herself.

"You know about this woman, Yuriko?" Raynor looked back at her.

Yuriko made feigned needing to think about it.

"Daughter of a famous geneticist and a superlative terraformer. Takes after the latter, her father, in terms of altruism. Incredibly intelligent, got her degree on Tarsonis and found Confederate high society disagreeing with her," she rattled off to the slowly widening eyes of Matt and Raynor. "Returned home with her father, leaving her mother on Tarsonis."

A quick flinch from Raynor had her eyes flick to him, old angry memories of the Fall of Tarsonis bubbling up guiltily in his mind. He hated himself for his part in that, even if he'd been tricked into it.

"Of course, then last year pirates attacked the colony last year, seeking its advanced terraforming technology and high quality genetics tech. The Dominion forces on the planet repulsed the pirates…at the cost of many innocent colonists in the crossfire dead at Dominion hands," she continued, feeling the anger in both men grow just that much brighter. "Which is when we contacted her to establish a supplementary defense force that could hopefully protect them better than the Dominion. There was friction, sure, but the Dominion's pulled out entirely."

Yuriko paused then, waiting for them to say something for a few more seconds before continuing.

"Dr. Hanson herself is quite brave. She dove into the crossfire to save dozens of colonists trapped by the fighting who would have died thanks to the Dominion's carelessness."

"That tears it, then," Raynor wheeled on Matt. "Get us to Agria, ASAP, Matt. That artifact'll keep, we ain't got no guarantee the same'll be for Agria."

"Understood sir," Matt nodded before he turned about. "Set coordinates for Agria and warp!"

Yuriko just watched them as the crew went to work before leaving the bridge once more. Even as the ship warped out, she was heading down to the armory and cargo bay areas. It would be a small bit of time before they emerged over Agria, but enough for her to find Rory Swann in the bowels of the ship. Of course, it helped that she could simply look for the mind of another genius that Raynor had managed to get onto his side with a mixture of charisma and their gratitude saving their live. It wasn't like the entire ship was populated by them, but that he had more than one was still impressive on its own.

"Hey, I know you, you're that crazy powerful ghost everybody's been talking about," was the first thing the portly engineer said to her as she entered the cargo bay, his prosthetic arm snapping as he said it.

The cargo bay was remarkably empty save for her ride, though Yuriko supposed that as a good thing for her. On the other hand, it just exemplified how threadbare Raynor's Raiders really were. She'd noticed that for a revolution trying to take on the vast strength of the Dominion, they really only had the basic marine and medic, and many of them with suits of CMC armor less advanced than those of the Dominion. They had the personnel, at least, for other things, based on the mind's she'd read on her way down. Pilots, mechanics, and so on, just without the gear to properly utilize their skills.

Time to change that.

"Scuttlebutt moves fast," she replied as she came closer, "Yuriko Thirteen," she offered her hand which Rory firmly shook.

"Rory Swann, Chief Engineer of the Hyperion," he grunted, eyes roving all over her as he did so.

Contrary to what it might have looked like, Yuriko could actually tell and marvel at how focused the engineer's mind was on not her body, but what her body carried. The magnetically locked armor panels on her ghost suit, obviously advanced nature of said environmental suit, and of course the rifle she still carried on her back. He was wholly focused on the technological aspect, mind whirring about like a series of thumping gears and cogs compared to the near-aimless lightning storm that was Stetmann. She could also see that he was intensely curious about the super vulture, whose bubble shielding had kept anyone from getting close enough to do more than look at it while resisting scanners and sensors alike.

"That…is some fancy stuff you got there," he said as the handshake ended and he stepped back, hands going to his hips. "Plus that crazy bike of yours, apparently. What is all that, Umojan?"

"Proprietary to MannCo, actually," she smiled brightly at him.

"Ah, dang, and lemme guess, you guys've got licensing fees out the wazoo," he groaned, leaning back to rest against the railing as he said it.

"Oh, we don't license out any of my personal equipment," Yuriko shook her head, gesturing over herself and then over towards where the super vulture – currently not in stealth mode – still hung slightly off the ground. "Or that, unfortunately."

"Course not," the engineer said sarcastically. "Why give out plans on the vulture that's three times the size of regular vultures, has a laser cannon, grenade launchers, a bubble shield that doesn't even look like Protoss, and stealth capabilities?"

"Exactly," Yuriko nodded sagaciously. "Of course, since we're heading for a planet with a MannCo force on it, I figured I could give out something, though."

That caught Rory's attention like few other things could.

"Oh yeah? I've heard about MannCo. They can throw around some serious cash when they have a mind to it."

"Indeed," Yuriko produced a data stick. "Or, in this case, schematics."

Rory reached forward with remarkable alacrity as she held it out, only to delicately take it into his flesh-hand as she gave it up without struggle.

"Schematics? So, you heard we took some computer damage, huh?"

In a manner of speaking, yes, but she didn't need to tell him the specifics. Not that she specifically knew them either, only that the Raiders had been reduced to quite a basic arsenal. Hardly the grand army that they would later purportedly gather to themselves.

"Your arsenal has been quite reduced, correct? Well, if we're going to help MannCo, MannCo will help you," was her answer instead.

Rory squinted at her before inserting the data stick, downloading the files on it into the main fabricators of the Hyperion. Then he began reading just what was being put onto the Hyperion's systems.

"Holy hell," he coughed, mechanical arm snapping with his heightened emotions, "You…how did…," he sputtered as began tapping his way through the files. "I ain't even heard of some of these things before. What the hell is a MULE? Or...hang on, goliaths, diamondbacks…how did you get any of these?"

Yuriko just gave him an earnest bow of respect.

He had fought against unfair oppression, and though his rebellion on Meinhoff had failed, she could not fault his spirit nor his reasoning.

Also, her bowing to him just confused him. Which amused her.

"These are upgraded schematics too!" He shouted after her after she'd turned to leave, his voice and mind now thick with suspicion. "All this to make sure we help save some MannCo guys?"

"Why, of course Mr. Swann," she smiled back at him.

He did not trust mercenaries, not even a little bit. It was a brilliant red flare of suspicion amongst the overwhelming desire to examine the schematics she'd given to him, a distrust that he'd held for just about his entire life. MannCo, at the very least, had the benefit of being on average far more finely dressed than most 'dirty mercs' as he'd normally think of them.

"…we'll…all right then, I guess," he trailed off, brilliant mind sputtering in confusion for the first time in a long time.
 
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"Thank you so much for responding to our distress call Commander, I'm Dr. Ariel Hanson, and I represent the people of the Agria colony," the scientist in glasses said breathlessly the moment the transmission came through.

She wore the white coat seemingly stereotypical of most scientists and doctors, Jimmy noted, and despite the obviously extreme stress she was under she was also undeniably beautiful. Likely stunning, if she didn't have bags under her eyes or grime on her face. But his mind didn't linger on that long, it was a sector that he didn't much care to let his thoughts wander into these days. Instead, he focused far more on her words, and why they'd come her e anyhow. And on the fact that in the very absolute distance on her side of things, he could hear impaler rounds being fired downrange at something or other.

"Pleasure to meet ya, doc. You can call me Jim. What's the situation?"

"The zerg attacked us a short time ago," she began, pushing her glasses back up with her left hand, "The Dominion abandoned us, and took their ships with them," she shook her head, her lips pursed. "Without them, the zerg began to overwhelm our planetary defenses. We had help from MannCo mercenaries, but they could only do so much. The Dominion garrison never liked them, and restricted the amount of troops and level of equipment they could have on the planet," her voice became pained.

Jimmy nodded, then looked over to where Yuriko leaned against an unmanned console, the psychic as relaxed as could be.

"Yuriko, you know these boys?"

The psychic tilted her head left and ride in a faint bob before she walked over.

"Maybe."

Dr. Hanson looked confused before she saw Yuriko walk onto the screen.

"And…you are?"

"Yuriko Thirteen, psychic commando from MannCo," Yuriko introduced herself, the small amused smirk on her face disappearing as she actually acted completely professional for once.

A light tap against the back of his head from some unseen force made him wince. Damn it, why was it so easy to forget that she was a telepath?

"Oh!" Dr. Hanson's expression brightened.

"It's just me, unfortunately, Dr. Hanson," Yuriko said quickly, her words making the doctor's face fall, "But the Raiders are here to help anyway. My records state that it should be Colonel Wallace in charge of the specific detachment on Agria. Is he available?"

At that, Dr. Hanson's face fell further, a faint shimmer coming to her eyes. Jimmy felt his hands tightening into fists at his sides before he forced them to relax. The sight of crying women sparked something angry in him, as well as the implication of more folk dead thanks to the zerg.

"I'm…sorry, Ms. Thirteen, but Colonel Wallace fell in battle guarding the way for multiple refugee caravans to make it to our base camp. He saved three whole towns, his forces keeping the zerg back so they could get to safety," Dr. Hanson said quietly, her head bowed and a clear quaver in her voice.

"I see."

Jimmy scrutinized the psychic's face, but unfortunately he just couldn't quite tell what she was thinking at that moment. Which was rather unfair, considering that she could quite easily do the opposite to just about anyone else. Except maybe protoss.

"Right now command is with Lieutenant Frasier, but there are other MannCo contingents that have gone missing in the field," Dr. Hanson continued before looking at Raynor. "Commander, the colony is lost. We've been concentrating on evacuating as many people as we can to our safe zone, and MannCo forces are still holding on, but we need to get out of here."

The doctor's face minimized, and Jimmy blinked at the new images she was showing him, small clips of ongoing fighting between MannCo marines and firebats manning the perimeter and the zerg trying to get inside of it. Then the viewpoint shifted northwards, until centering on another point where MannCo forces were holding the line. Four massive ships sat idle on the launch pads, numerous missile turrets and bunkers defending them. There were even a few goliaths and siege tanks standing their ground.

"This is the only star port on Agria, Commander, but the zerg attacks have gotten so intense that we can't get any convoys through, and the MannCo forces left can't be spared. But if you can help guard those convoys…,"

"We can get your people out," Jimmy finished for her. "Don't you worry, Doc, we'll get your people safe."

"I can only pray you're right," Dr. Hanson shook slightly, looking at him and Yuriko with ever so slightly wild eyes. "The zerg are more terrible than I ever imagined."

Then the transmission closed, and Jimmy turned to look at Yuriko.

"Did you know Colonel Wallace?"

The psychic just scoffed.

"Of course not," she answered promptly. "MannCo is quite large, Raynor, I can't be expected to personally know each and every one of its people. I will tell you this, however," she flicked her eyes at him. "Pursuant to BD conditions, I am authorized to offer incentives to aid in MannCo recovering, reclaiming, or rescuing MannCo personnel."

She didn't seem inclined to clarify whatever the hell 'BD conditions were'.

"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "What kind of incentives?"

"Significant ones," she replied vaguely before turning towards the door. "But we'll see how it goes down there, neh?"

Then she was gone.

"Commander…I really don't know if we can trust that woman," Matt said from next to him. "She's working for one of the biggest mercenary groups in the sector, and no one knows where they came from."

Jimmy chuckled and lit another cigarette.

"Aw, c'mon Matt, don't tell me you believe that hokey rumor that they're the UED come again."

The Captain of the Hyperion just shook his head.

"It's not their level of technological expertise that bothers me, sir, it's the part where they'll shoot at each other if the pay is good enough. And I've looked at the recordings. They don't seem to know the meaning of holding back."

Jimmy took a long drag and blew a single puff of smoke, his face grim.

"Yeah, well, maybe that's the kind of mentality we might need to beat the Dominion."

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Dr. Hanson had, at some point, managed to clean up slightly by the time Raynor hit Agria's surface. This time, however, he'd remained out of his armor so that he could be unhindered in the command center. As such, when he shook her hand it wasn't CMC armor engulfing hers.

"Commander Raynor, it's…nice to meet you in person," she said almost shyly through her lashes at him.

"Likewise, doc. Let's see if we can't get your people out here, huh?"

"It would be appreciated," she said with a smile, tucking an errant bit of hair over her ear.

Then Raynor turned back to the bank of screens and techs in the command center, or more specifically, to where Yuriko conversed with an incredibly bulky looking soldier with officer's stripes painted on the shoulder. It was easy to recognize them as wearing a marauder suit, but up until now he'd thought that they were a Dominion exclusive. Then again, if there was anyone with the money to buy out some marauders, it would be MannCo. Or the Kel-Morians. In either case, the marauder offered something to Yuriko and saluted before leaving, Yuriko instead walking over to Raynor.

"Commander, here are the codes for control of the command center and the rest of the buildings," Yuriko offered him the data stick. "MannCo will be asking for restitution if any of them are damaged."

Jimmy's hand snapped back down from the data stick, causing Yuriko to snort.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. That was a joke. Don't worry about it," she chortled as she placed the stick in his hand, a quiet chuckle coming from Dr. Hanson as well.

Jimmy just weathered it and plugged the it in, watching how the command screens flickered slightly before becoming lined with green.

"New battlefield commander accepted," came the soft voice of the Command Center's adjutant. "Raynor, James."

A large map of the area bloomed to holographic life, showing the colonists of Agria in white, MannCo in black, and his own forces in blue. Yuriko nodded at the sight and tapped a few buttons on the console, marking a few locations off the main road to the star port and deeper into the woods in zerg territory.

"These are the last known locations of MannCo forces that got cut off, if you can locate them or confirm their deaths, MannCo would appreciate it, Raynor," Yuriko told him primly. "Cash upon confirmation or retrieval, of course."

Jimmy just stared at her.

"That's a bit cold, ain't it? I would have sent some boys out looking regardless if you just asked."

"Ah, but money happens to be a good motivator, doesn't it?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Again, he remembered just how low on resources the Hyperion, the Raiders, hell the entire revolution was.

"...seems to be, sure," he sighed, shoulders slumping. "I'll see what can be done."

"It's all MannCo can ask," Yuriko smiled before sliding her featureless helmet over her head once more, though her voice came through as if she weren't wearing one at all. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Stetmann has made a request that I see if I can find some good samples of the zerg to study. Oh, and watch out for the nydus worms."

"The what now?"

"The big worms that popped up on Mar Sara? They're the new horrible transportation method of the zerg, they tunnel for miles, and act as movement channels."

Jimmy didn't bother disguising his shudder. The zerg were awful enough that it wasn't worth trying to deny it.

"Is that what they're called?" Dr. Hanson asked in horrified fascination. "They're what broke through our defenses again and again, letting the zerg behind the MannCo lines more than once."

"Yeah," Yuriko nodded. "They're pretty tough, but it's almost impossible to miss them moving around under the ground. Good luck Raynor."

Then she was gone, leaving Jimmy with Dr. Hanson, who gave him a slight smile.

"Ah, I'll…leave you to it then? I should see to my people," she said quietly before turning and leaving as well.

And then aside from the crew helping run the command center, Jimmy was all alone again.

"Right," he cracked his knuckles and then tabbed the communicator. "Swann, you said you got me some firebats, right?"

"Oh, I got a lot more than that, cowboy, thanks to our resident Mistress of Mystery."

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow and then stared at the schematics that briefly danced across the screens. "Woah, Swann, hang on now. Do we even have anybody trained for some of this stuff? Marauder schematics…and 'Reapers' too?"

Swann chuckled.

"Ah, well, no not yet, but we still got a few boys and girls who've been itching to get back into some siege tanks and wraiths, the old school stuff. Gonna need to rig up a training program for some of the new stuff, though."

Jimmy just chuckled as he sent orders out to his forces.

"I think it'll do for now, Rory."

It would definitely do.

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In the end, Jimmy had been able to rescue three of four possible MannCo groups. One had been pure infantry, from regular marines and medics to the more advanced firebats and marauders. Another had been made up of goliaths and siege tanks. The third was a mixture of infantry and vehicles. The fourth, to his dismay, was dead to a man, apparently willingly blowing themselves up in order to stop the zerg from infesting them.

"That's a shame," Yuriko said calmly when he'd reported that to her. "Still, three out of four isn't too bad, Raynor. I'll make sure you're rewarded for your effort."

"Yuriko -," he cut himself off with an explosive sigh. "I keep telling you, it ain't about the money."

"And yet, money will keep your ship fueled, your people fed, and your efforts against Mengsk supplied," she returned mildly.

Jimmy paused to direct an SCV to repair part of the bunker line that had been built up along the road before speaking again.

"People ain't just numbers, Yuriko."

"Of course they are," she said with a bit of chill, "It's just very important to remember that numbers can matter quite a lot, Raynor. Mine, for instance, is Thirteen."

"That's-,"

"Besides, don't you have an evacuation to run?"

Another pair of wraiths finished building, ready to join the ongoing efforts of the Raiders to beat back mutalisks and overlords alike, and with a swipe of his fingers he sent them on. The zerg were stepping up their attacks significantly, with greater numbers than before. Most of the colonists had gotten to the ships, but another two convoys would be needed to evacuate them all. It was too much, assigning resource harvesting, training, building, reinforcing, repairing, and more. Nydus worms kept popping up, bringing in zerg from even further away, and Matt had just reported that new zerg biomass was entering the atmosphere. The MannCo soldiers he'd managed to rescue were keeping the base more than safe, meaning more of his boys and girls could get out to fight.

"We'll finish this conversation later, Yuriko," he finally said, exasperated.

"I'm sure," she drawled back. "In the meantime, I found another chrysalis for Stetmann to look at."

Then the radio clicked off.

"Is…everything all right, Commander?" Dr. Hanson's voice came from behind him.

"Just…peachy, doc," he grunted, looking at her over his shoulder. "Can I help you with something?"

"The zerg attacks are getting worse, aren't they," she asked, clutching at herself, almost folding in slightly.

Jimmy grimaced.

"I won't lie to you, doc. We need to get your people out in a hurry. Leave everything but the absolute essentials, maybe even just without anything at all if it gets them loaded up faster. I've got a few medivac dropships, courtesy of MannCo schematics, and that can help ease some of the load to get to the star port, but not that many."

"We're trying, I swear we are," she said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He glanced once at the screens to make sure he had a few seconds and turned away from them to face her fully. One step took him close enough to place a hand on her shoulder.

"I know. I know you and your people are scared, but I think we might need them to load all the way up, doc. Every truck, every vehicle, all at once. Raiders can hold the line, the MannCo boys can be a mobile guard for ya'll. Does that sound all right?"

A half-hearted laugh made it from her.

"It seems like we don't have a choice."

The colonists, informed that this would be the absolute last trip, finally started to get moving just a little bit faster. The buildings that could be salvaged for later supplies and resources were, those that could lift off and rejoin the Hyperion did so. Jimmy finally put on his armor and picked up his gun, this time a HEV rifle rather than a standard C-14 impaler. The moment the last convoy began to move out, the zerg really began to step it up. Rather than consistent major assaults, it became one seemingly infinite rush. Nydus worms exploded out of the ground in staggered lines, each of them vomiting forth their cargo to add even more bodies to the swarm. The colonists screamed just about the entire time, especially when a group of mutalisks came screeching in, only to get tied up with the wraiths and missiles from the MannCo goliaths.

As for Jimmy himself?

"And stay down!" He yelled at the mutalisk as it screeched and fell to the earth, racking the HEV rifle to punctuate his words.

A familiar whirring hum-screech announced the arrival of Yuriko, the invisibility bubble fading over the super vulture as she flew it at a height with the mutalisks. Its grenade launchers lobbed powerful explosives onto the zerg on the ground, while the gatling cannons and laser turret fired at the fliers. She gave him a jaunty wave before standing up again like it was a surf board, letting the super vulture's weaponry fire as she started letting loose with the hand-held siege weapon she carried around. Each time one of those charged energy bolts burst, it seemed to cause chain reactions with everything that she hit, tearing apart even more of the zerg. As a result of making herself such an obvious target, the zerg began focusing almost exclusively on her, just as she dropped back onto the super vulture and flew away, drawing off a multitude of the enemy.

Then it was back to the grueling slog, right up to the star port itself, evacuating his soldiers from the bunkers and joining the rest of their increasingly large group of units as they went, leaving as little behind for the zerg to salvage or infest as possible.

"Go, go, go!" He shouted at some of the slower moving colonists, still trying to tug suitcases and other luggage with them into the waiting cargo ships. "Get into the ships, move!"

"Commander, come in. I can get the Hyperion into position to guard the ships, but that means no support on the zerg actually moving in to attack you."

"Then you keep those ships safe, Matt!" Jimmy shouted, firing at every larger zerg he could see, knowing he was starting to run lower and lower on ammo.

One minute. Then another. In real time, he watched creep like a hyperactive sludge eating up the ground in front of him. It was how the zerg worked, how they could quickly spread creep over an entire planet, the wildlife and vegetation alike being infested by the Swarm. On the upper level of the star port, he was watching it in real time, in a way he'd never seen on the far more barren Mar Sara. Agria was full and lush with flora and fauna, all ripe for the zerg to come calling. Smaller trees were beginning to droop under ropey purple biomass, the bases of others surrounded by twitching pustules and creep tumors. The grass itself drowned beneath the zerg creep, leaving only roiling fields of twitching organic matter. Then, from those flesh fields, came the zerg, crawlers and colonies and nydus worms and more.

"Commander!"

Bang. One more hydralisk down. Bang. One more mutalisk.

"Commander!"

Jimmy paused as he reloaded, only to find the worried face of Doctor Hanson next to him.

"Little busy here, doc!" He had to raise his voice over the din of the fighting.

But something on her face made kept him from rejoining said fighting. A desperate and tired horror.

"We're almost finished loading the ships," she said quickly, "But…," she glanced at him, and then at the rest of those still holding the zerg off.

"You ain't got room for everyone," he finished grimly.

"I'm…I'm so sorry, Commander," she bowed her head, hands on his armor and leaning on him seemingly just to keep upright. "MannCo…MannCo managed to rescue just about everyone, more than our initial estimates said might be possible…and we've just…we're running out of space," she said pitifully.

"Well, that's disheartening," Yuriko spoke up, having driven her super vulture up next to them.

It's normally quiet engines were even further rendered near invisible by the sound of all the guns being fired.

"Yuriko," Jimmy turned to her, heart already aching at the decisions that would have to be made. "You heard her?"

"I read her mind, and I can also listen to the reports of the MannCo pilots on those ship," she jerked her thumb at the still transports as the last few colonists got on. "You don't have enough medivac ships for everyone, Raynor."

"…no, I don't."

Yuriko just nodded and then held up a wrist, a small screen appearing on it.

"Frasier, front and center."

A few seconds later, the marauder that Jimmy had seen before stomped over and saluted to Yuriko.

"Operative Thirteen," came a woman's voice, muffled and heavily altered by her helmet. "Reporting as ordered."

"We don't have enough transports for everyone. We're going to get the Raiders out. That means MannCo will be staying behind."

Jimmy's heart seized for a second, memories of another woman left alone, left to face the zerg, flooding to the fore.

"Woah!" He cried aloud, a smaller but similar noise coming from Dr. Hanson. "We can try to hold the line or something, do some rounds of transports up and down!"

Yuriko and Lieutenant Frasier eerily turned in unison and shook their heads at him.

"The Hyperion and what wraiths we've managed to put together aren't yet at the level of taking on the aerial capabilities of a zerg brood that's invading an entire planet," Yuriko started.

"MannCo knows the risks, MannCo takes on those risks," Lieutenant Frasier said flatly. "Combat Group 17-B's current contract is as a Planetary Defense Force is to defend the planet of Agria from aggressors, up to and including unto death."

Her part said, the marauder then turned and began to walk away, firing a grenade in a large lobbing arc right into the zerg masses, while Jimmy and Dr. Hanson gaped.

"And there you have it, Raynor," Yuriko shrugged. "Get the Raiders onto the ships, and we'll get out of here."

Jimmy stared at her, this smiling and incredibly deadly mercenary psychic, just casually accepting the death of an entire small army of MannCo troops. At the hands of the zerg no less. With her body-concealing environmental suit and additional armor plating, her helmet completely covering and featureless save for a non-reflective smooth surface of grey, surely he could be forgiven for mistaking her for an emotionless robot. There was no face, no eyes to look into, only a calm yet firm voice.

"…you're a cold one, Yuriko," he eventually said with no small amount of disgust in his voice. "Didn't you go the extra mile, promising us extra funds if we helped rescue your folks? And now you're just gonna abandon them?"

She just tilted her head at him, voice somehow soft but enunciated well enough to be perfectly clear despite the ongoing fighting.

"The funds will still be transferred, Raynor. Good deeds deserve good rewards. And we are not abandoning anyone. They knew full well the entire time that the transport capacity of those ships wouldn't be able to carry even half their number. They made their decision the moment the Raiders got here," she folded her arms over her chest. "So please, get off your high horse, and get into the transport ship."

They'd come quite some way in quite a short amount of time from Mar Sara.

"I don't get you MannCo people," he grunted. "Come on, doc. Let's get out of here."

Doctor Hanson seemed wretchedly upset, with actual tears in her eyes as she stood next to Jimmy as the transport's door began to close just after Yuriko loaded herself and her super vulture up in one of the medivac ships. He'd build more ships for next time, he swore to himself, and he'd use the blood money that MannCo seemed intent on forcing onto him to do it. All around him were Raiders and huddled Agria colonists, many of them openly weeping at the destruction of their home. Some of them were even children.

"This is…this is awful," Doctor Hanson whispered as the door sealed shut and pressurized, the sound of fighting growing more and more muted as the ship lifted up and away.

"That's the zerg, doc," he murmured, thumping a fist against a wall and just holding his weight on it. "A lot of the time, you don't 'win' against the zerg. You just survive them."

Down below, the tireless MannCo forces continued to kill zerg for another five minutes before their position was overrun and the nuclear warhead inside of the droid that was Lieutenant Frasier detonated.
 
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95 – Well Wishes
95 – Well Wishes​

"Ma'am," yet another one of the Agria colonists approached, metaphorical hat in hand.

This one's name was Charles McKinney, and he was the fifteenth of his number to come over to her as she'd nursed a drink in the cantina. It wasn't like she was easy to miss, as even with the armor panels removed her environmental suit's power lines glowed purple. The colonists were exhausted, physically and emotionally, but many of them were overwrought with guilt over the sacrifice of the entire MannCo force that had defended them all this time. Sure, they'd been standoffish, and sure, they'd all been robots without letting anyone know that, but they'd stood by the colonists when the Dominion had abandoned them. Colonel Wallace, actually programmed with a bit of personality, had 'died' saving their lives. Then they'd continued fighting the whole time throughout the evacuation, then stayed behind to give every possible seat to the Raiders and colonists alike.

According to the ever-serious Captain Horner, the MannCo mercenaries had detonated a nuclear warhead on their position when they were fully overrun, destroying significant numbers of zerg.

As per their programming.

So now the colonists, refugees now technically, were coming up to the one person they knew who was from MannCo to offer their gratitude and apologies for the loss of all those men. They were, of course, in awe of Raynor, she could see it in their minds. But the loss of their homes had shaken them, and that it had been the zerg who did it shook them further. They'd weathered the fall of the Confederacy and establishment of the Dominion without ever seeing a single zerg in anything but vid-screens. A smattering of Agria scientists who worked under Dr. Hanson had pondered as to any possible synegies between the zerg's purely organic takeover of planets and their own terraforming technologies.

"Hello, can I help you?" She looked up at him, putting her bottle of crappy beer down and looking away from the data pad.

"I just…my name's Charles McKinney, and I just wanted to say I'm awful sorry about your folks down on Agria," he sniffed slightly as he said it, one hand reaching up to wipe at a teary eye before realizing he couldn't do so delicately enough to not crack himself in the face.

It was quite an interesting thing to see a man in CMC armor do that. His armor was plain white, without any emblem save for the flag of Agria on the shoulders, and was thoroughly worn after fighting against the zerg.

"Thank you for your well wishes, but MannCo employees know what they're signing up for," she smiled at him.

"I just…I just wish I coulda done more," he said, shuffling slightly, head bowed. "Years of trainin' and we couldn't do nothing. I mean, worst we had to deal with was a few wild animals, didn't even get any action last year during the pirate attack…,"

"Listen," she held up a hand to stop him, "I understand what you're saying, and what you mean. But really, MannCo accepts such things as a matter of course. But if you really want to help out…," she trailed off until she watched his ears and mind perk up. "You should join the Raiders. They're the ones who came and got you out while MannCo held the line. If the Dominion had actually held up their promises, treated Agria properly, none of this needed to happen."

A small seed of resentment, one that had bloomed during the massacres last year when numerous Agria citizens had been ruthlessly gunned down by Dominion troops for being in the way, grew stronger with her words.

"You…you really think so?" He shifted his weight. "I…I'm just a farmer in a suit of armor, ma'am."

"So were a lot of the Mar Sara veterans that serve with the Raiders, Mr. McKinney. Just think about it," she raised her beer to him before going back to the data pad she'd been typing on.

"I…yeah, I think I will," he said before shuffling off.

Then Yuriko went back to her data pad, for at least a few more minutes before someone else arrived into the cantina. She didn't need to sense the mind of the person in question, she only needed the sudden bloom of lust and interest from a number of them men…and a few of the women. Of course, said mind was a like a bonfire, burning with questions, equations, thoughts, all of them bursting forth at once.

"I can sense you standing there, Dr. Hanson," Yuriko said aloud without looking up.

Though she'd regrettably had to keep Swann and his crew away from her ride, that didn't mean that they weren't busy. A number of other vehicles filled the armory bay now, test-beds for mechanical experimentation. Siege tanks, goliaths, wraiths, diamondbacks, banshees, and even a viking. The Raiders had very few of the latter three, both from just testing out the manufacturing capabilities and results of their onboard factory, and because no one was trained with them. It would take some time before anyone felt comfortable riding them into battle, but it would come quickly with the advanced sim-training programs that MannCo had provided.

"Wh- how-oh! Ah, right," the other woman controlled her surprise quickly, "Ghost. Or…psychic, as I'm told you prefer not to define yourself by the categories of the Dominion or any other polities."

Technically based on her training she could be considered a Shadowguard, but it wasn't like Yuriko was going to bring that up.

"Can I help you, doctor?" Yuriko raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her pad. "Oh, and I suppose a welcome aboard is in order, however long your stay with the Raiders may be."

Yuriko knew why the good doctor had come, of course. Probably even better than Ariel Hanson herself even knew, considering that she could read not only her surface level thoughts but what lay beneath them. But mentioning that sort of thing was rude, and far more likely to ruin future interactions with people, even if they were largely aware of it.

"I just…," Dr. Hanson paused, her hands coming together in front of her, "I wanted to thank MannCo for everything they did, defending us after the Dominion left, at the cost of so many of their lives, sending those ships, letting us stay on them…"

Surprisingly, she was genuine in that statement. Yuriko looked the woman in the eye and very briefly took a deeper than usual dive into the other woman's mind. Not enough to damage it or let Hanson know what she was doing. Then she withdrew just as quickly. It was more delicate work than she'd once been capable of, but her Shadowguard training had helped out with that immensely. The 'honeypot' that she had wondered over either wasn't present or didn't exist yet, the potential threat spoken of by another Gabriel Tosh in another potential time currently undetected for one reason or another.

"It's what you paid for, Dr. Hanson."

"I know, it's just…Agria was such a beautiful place," Dr. Hanson smiled sadly, a streak of painful grief shooting across her mind that Yuriko very deliberately avoided touching even as he brightly intelligent mind whirred onto other topics. "We were only a small farming colony, we never deserved so many troops, and if the Dominion had actually stuck around…," she trailed off in anger.

"Your expertise on terraforming and genetics was more than payment enough, Dr. Hanson," Yuriko shook her head. "And they knew what they signed up for when they joined MannCo."

Or when they were manufactured in deep space.

"Even so," Dr. Hanson shook her head. "I just wanted to pass on my thanks."

"Well, MannCo appreciates your thanks," Yuriko nodded. "If that's all?"

It wasn't, obviously, Yuriko could see the question forming at the tip of Dr. Hanson's mind, like a bubble waiting to pop. She managed another sip from her beer before the bubble did pop and the words emerged.

"I was wondering…,"

"Hmm?" Yuriko reversed her half-turn to face Dr. Hanson once more, waiting for the rest.

"Well, it's just that…while a number of us have joined up with the Raiders, a lot of my people are non-combatants. And we're on MannCo transports, that, again, I'm so thankful for. So I was wondering…,"

"When and where your people will get off those ships?"

Even now, several Titanic-class colony ships huddled around the Hyperion, filled to the brim with the sum total population of Agria. As of yet, they hadn't gone off in any one direction, still huddling close to the battlecruiser.

"Exactly," Dr. Hanson nodded. "See, I've been thinking, and while Agria might be lost, I was hoping to resettle quickly, I don't want us to have to just…sit around in the ships forever," she paused, blinking. "Not that I want to imply that they are bad. If anything, the MannCo ships your people provided are wonderful."

That they were. Sure, they were technically Titanic-class colony ships, but the MannCo variants carried truly significant food and water supplies. Enough that the ships hadn't actually needed to leave the side of the Hyperion just yet. And if that meant that more and more Agria colonists were joining the Raiders in some fashion or another, then it was surely just coincidence.

"But in the long term, of course, it's unsustainable, So I've been looking at various locations to put down new roots or at least set up temporarily, and Meinhoff has apparently become the staging ground for-,"

"Oh, no, Meinhoff is already getting choked by refugees," Yuriko said immediately, her words causing a cloud of surprise and dismay to appear in Dr. Hanson's mind. "Besides which, it's within oppression range by the Combine, just ask Chief Engineer Swann how him trying to stand free on that world went."

"But…," Dr. Hanson's dismay only grew worse. "Well…I guess I should keep looking then," she sighed. "We can't just stay on the ships forever, though."

Well, if that wasn't an invitation for a sales pitch, Yuriko would eat her gun.

"Have you considered the Umojan Protectorate?" She phrased it casually as she leaned her chair back to the point that it should have fallen over if she wasn't holding it up telekinetically.

Of course Dr. Hanson had, but only now was she seriously considering it, at least from what Yuriko could hear.

"Umoja…? I mean, maybe, but Agria was never much of a Dominion World, and barely a Confederate world before that," Dr. Hanson mumbled before looking back up at Yuriko. "We're…pretty independent, and if there's anything that recent events have shown me-,"

"It's that the Confederacy and the Dominion which has modeled themselves extensively after them can't be trusted," Yuriko interrupted. "I understand your feelings on such things, Dr. Hanson, and the only reason I bring up Umoja is because they seem like they'd be exactly your sort of place. Cutting edge of research and technologies, fiercely independent, society modeled to keep away from the culture of first the Confederacy and then the Dominion after them," she rattled off.

She could see the concepts and thoughts warring within Dr. Hanson's mind. For some reason, she simply hadn't considered either of the two terran polities that were not the Dominion. She'd simply been wholly focused on immediately settling her people down, to the point that she just assumed it would either be on the Meinhoff or somewhere else on the fringes of Dominion space, possibly even beyond there. If there was anything that Yuriko could say that the ability to read minds had given her, it was an appreciation for how idiots could occasionally be brilliant and geniuses could be idiots.

"I…I'd have to think about it," Dr. Hanson stammered, mind awhirl.

"Of course," Yuriko shrugged. "It'll be your choice anyhow. However, if you do get such an inclination, feel free to let me know. MannCo has some contacts pretty high up in the Protectorate."

"I need some time to think, to research," Dr. Hanson muttered to herself. "Um…thank you, Ms. Thirteen."

"Call me Yuriko."

A small smile, and then Hanson was gone, offering startled greetings to Raynor and Tychus as they entered the cantina. The amusement in Raynor's mind disappeared as she departed and his eyes caught sight of Yuriko where she sat. Tychus, for his part, let his leer linger on Dr. Hanson's lab coat-clad behind until she turned a corner before entering himself. Rather than immediately confront her, Raynor headed to the bar proper, getting himself a bottle of beer before heading over to her table. Tychus took three. While Raynor's mind was ablaze with suspicion and distaste for how she'd acted on Agria, most of his emotions were busy compounding on themselves as his mind endlessly replayed the betrayal of Sarah Kerrigan and the similarities. Then he thought about Arcturus Mengsk. Then he got angry at Mengsk. Then he remembered why he'd worked with Yuriko at all, to clash at least a bit with the Dominion. But then the circle just repeated. It was only the fact that Lieutenant Frasier had willingly stayed behind with full knowledge of the result that was causing static in the loop. Tychus was busy looking at all the women in the room, but glaringly tried to avoid acknowledging Yuriko at all. He was, plainly, terrified of just how powerful she'd shown herself to be on Mar Sara, and furthermore harbored suspicion about MannCo's plans for the artifacts.

Nevertheless, he followed behind Raynor as the man approached Yuriko's table.

"Raynor," she lifted her nearly empty bottle towards him, then turned where it was facing. "Tychus."

"Yuriko," Raynor nodded back before sitting down facing her.

"Ma'am," Tychus grunted as he leaned on the wall, the sheer bulk of his marine armor obviously making it impossible for him to sit down where they were.

Neither seemed inclined to say anything, just yet, their thoughts still whirling around, so instead Yuriko used her mind to turn the suspended TV on. A great many of the Raiders in the cantina turned their heads at the telltale jingle of UNN, Raynor himself included, the camera doing its usual zoom in on the most prominent host of the network.

"Donny Vermillion, UNN. We've got Kate Lockwell on remote feed on Agria, a fringe colony. Are you there Kate?"

"That's bullshit, by the way," Yuriko spoke up, pointing at the screen, "Agria was one of the principal botanical and wildlife preserves not just of the Confederacy, but of the Dominion too. Fringe colony," she snorted.

Raynor and the Raiders just looked at her and then back to the screen in silence as Donny went on.

"We appear to be having a – hold on," he paused, hand going to his ear, "I'm being told Emperor Mengsk is going to address us directly? Let's take you to his announcement, already in progress."

Flares of anger from all present, with a special spike of fear coming from Tychus. After all, the man they were about to watch had his finger on the trigger for the gun currently placed against the convict's head. He'd already constructed a hundred scenarios of when the day would come, and being executed during a conference multiple star systems away was just one of them. The screen flickered momentarily before the Emperor of the Dominion appeared at his podium, a small round of curses and hisses going up from the Raiders as he spoke, a heavily weathered dark-skinned man in customized officer's CMC armor standing at his side. Sparks of recognition came to bear from some of the Raiders, but not all.

"-my finest military minds are being brought to bear, and it's my pleasure to announce that they'll soon be led by the hero of Torus himself, General Horace Warfield."

"Big shot, huh," Tychus mused, puffing on his cigar.

"He retired years ago, guess Mengsk dragged him back out," Raynor shook his head.

Yuriko already knew the contents of the conference; she was more focused on the scrolling bar beneath it. Operation Burnout was apparently still proceeding apace, even though MannCo had already rescued the populace of Mar Sara and savaged the zerg there. No doubt the Dominion would play it up as if they had done all the work, rather than just swooping in at the end. She rolled her eyes at the 'austerity measures' that would likely apply not at all to Korhal itself. What did catch her eye was the Meinhoff issue. There was something to be done there, for certain, even if she'd hopefully prevented Agria from losing even more of their colonists there should the infestation plague get through. It wasn't as if the planet wasn't already wracked and overburdened thanks to MannCo ensuring vast numbers of refugees were able to escape the oncoming Swarm rather than dying thanks to the Dominion abandoning them.

"Hmm," she pursed her lips as she thought and Donny's 'totally unbiased' reporting continued.

"- Raynor's Raiders upping their campaign of terror, just as the zerg return? Coincidence? You decide after these messages."

"All right that's enough," Raynor snapped as he turned the television off, everyone in the cantina returning to their conversations.

There was only so long that Raynor could listen to UNN's top reporter, after all, and she could relate. Yuriko had only learned of Donny Vermillion's existence quite recently, and she'd already determined that he was about as insufferable as the most sycophantic newsrooms in the Empire of the Rising Sun.

"So, Raynor," she prompted, causing the man to look at her, the swirling cauldron of emotions in him slowing slightly, redirecting themselves as she waggled the data pad at him. "As we discussed," she said as she slid it over to him.

"As we discussed," he echoed in mild confusion as he grabbed it, sipping at his beer as he did so, "What are you...holy hell!" he coughed as he spat out the beer, eye as wide as can be.

This brought Tychus out of his own fantasies and drew the man's attention, the convict leaning over Raynor's shoulder to look down at the still displayed information there. At which point Tychus similarly sputtered. By now, the rest of the Raiders were looking over at them in concern.

"Uh, everything all right over there boss?" one called out.

"Fine, fine," Raynor coughed, thumping a fist on his chest. "Ya'll go back to your business now," he glared out at the rest of the Raiders, causing them to quickly turn away. Then he turned that glare on Yuriko. "Now what the hell is this?"

"Hell, I'd like to ask that myself," Tychus said, incredulous, "I can read, and I know my numbers and commas, and my damn dollar signs," he stabbed a finger at the data pad, almost crushing it.

Yuriko just raised an eyebrow, looking from one man to the next.

"Payment for services rendered, remember?"

That splashed a cold bucket of water onto the confusion in Raynor's mind, though the same could not be said for Tychus. His mind was rather heavily focused on the money.

"What is she talking about, partner?" The man said as he looked down at Raynor.

Yuriko sat and watched as Raynor thought, looking up at her and then down on the collated list of assets retrieved, even if only temporarily, and the monetary rewards that resulted from such actions. The cocktail of emotions and thoughts bent one way, then the next, and then it was all Yuriko could do to not groan audibly and keep her expression schooled as she saw his conclusion before he actually verbalized it.

"Yuriko…I can't take this," he eventually said.

"The hell you can't!" Tychus said immediately, not quite shouting, but definitely not whispering either.

Again, the occupants of the cantina perked up, by now clearly interested, but only a few were looking. Most were straining their ears to listen instead, their conversations halting and stuttering. Even the bartender, Cooper, was watching and listening. Thankfully, Yuriko hadn't had to shred his body into strips of meat with her mind, the man still loyal enough to Raynor to not take a bribe from the Dominion. For now, at least. Above, the jukebox flicked through to the next song, and began playing Suspicious Minds by the Bourbon Cowboys.

"You said you'd pay us if we rescued the MannCo forces on Agria," Raynor shook the data pad at her and placed it back on the table, pushing it towards her with one hand. "But we didn't, did we?" He narrowed his eyes at her. "They all stayed behind. That ain't rescued."

"They stayed behind by their choice, to ensure that every colonist possible as well as the Raiders could escape the planet," Yuriko shook her head. "But that doesn't mean that you didn't pull them out of the fire beforehand."

"I say take the money," Tychus said, eyes still locked onto the total displayed at the bottom of the document.

"They're dead," Raynor insisted. "I've done some things I ain't proud of in my life, Yuriko, but this…,"

"It's not about whether or not they made it off planet, Raynor," Yuriko insisted, gently pushing the data pad back towards him. "It's about intent and good deeds. If anything, you saying you'd do it even if there was no money involved only means you do deserve some measure of reward."

"That's the People's Hero," Tychus said, "Savin' people and all that. Ain't nothing wrong with getting rewarded for that, Jimmy," he said, staring at Raynor as he said it so strongly it almost looked like he was trying to bore holes into the man's stubborn head. "Nothing."

Raynor just looked back at him, and then squinted at Yuriko.

"A good deed is its own reward, Raynor, as they say," she shrugged as she stood, palms on the table. "But there is no reason that you can't accept a reward as well. Has no one ever done this? Discreetly gifted something to your cause in the past?"

Of course they had. Raynor's Raiders were the most obvious and militantly opposed forces to the Dominion that were not the Kel-Morian Combine or the Umojan Protectorate. That did not mean that there were not others, those who chafed at the oppression levied upon them by the Emperor. Small gifts, some salvage, a bit of funds, some volunteers here and there, all these and more. Yuriko knew that because she literally watched them flick through Raynor's mind as he considered her words.

"And if you won't take it, I'll give it to Horner. Or Swann. And we both know they would definitely be willing to use it."

"You're not gonna let this go, huh," he chuckled half-heartedly as he hung his head.

"Indeed," she tossed her hair and walked past him. "So take the money, Raynor, as I'm afraid that in this instance, the rewards of MannCo are non-negotiable."

The second she was out the door, Raynor was swarmed by his crew. A minute later, even though she'd begun walking down the hall, she could hear the cheers. An hour later, a party was being thrown in the cantina as the news had spread throughout the Hyperion of the windfall.
 
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96 – Mild Expenditure
96 – Mild Expenditure​

She heard Rory Swann coming in two different ways long before he actually got to her. His mind was a fascinating experience to read, and loud as well, for all that such a quality could be associated with psionic sensing. On the other hand, he was an undeniably heavy set man, his weight further increased by his cybernetics. But, despite herself, Yuriko had found that she enjoyed the man's temperament, and his generally genial nature for just about everyone, even if he sometimes tried to hide it under a played up gruff exterior.

"Hey, Spooks," Swann called out, his cyberlimb clicking and snapping as he came. "Got a question for you."

Yuriko paused, having missed the nickname's formation in Swann's mind somehow, and straightened up from her super vulture to look over at him.

"Spooks?" She repeated with a smile.

"You can keep sayin' you ain't a ghost, but you're still pretty spooky," Swann shrugged with a chuckle.

"Fair enough," she nodded, leaning back on the bike as it rested on the ground, its repulsors temporarily offline. "What can I do you for, Swann?"

The Chief Engineer cocked a bemused eyebrow at her.

"What, you can't just read my mind and know?"

Yuriko had to bite down the laugh that wanted to escape, but the smile still made its way onto her lips.

"Sure, but most people don't like it when I emphasize it. But if you insist," she dramatically pointed a finger right between his eyes, drawing the faintest bit of alarm and fear that all terrans possessed about anything psychic. "You…want to discuss using the funds that I gave to Raynor for the Raiders to significantly upgrade the Hyperion and your standing forces, and knowing that I've mentioned Umoja contacts with Dr. Hanson – because of scuttlebutt – and based on my own MannCo technologies, you want me to use my connections to get materials and gear."

Swann blinked at her, shock turning to amusement rather quickly.

"Well…I guess I asked for that, heh," he shook his head, hands on his hips as he smiled. "But uh…yeah. You said you wouldn't give up the gun, or probably the armor, or the vulture, but I'm betting there's still some good stuff you guys might be able to get, eh? Eh?" He added a feigned elbow bump and some waggling eyebrows at the end before straightening. "Sure, it might look a little weird to turn around and use the money you gave us to buy from you, but hell I'm askin' anyway," he shrugged, his mustache twitching.

"Oh, Mr. Swann, you've convinced me," Yuriko pretended to swoon, drawing another rough laugh from the man. "But sure. I can set that up. I'll need a more concrete list of what you're thinking about, of course."

Hmm. Perhaps that had been a mistake, based on the sheer glee she saw unfolding in Swann's mind. Then she saw the list that appeared as if from nowhere in those thoughts, just before he began to verbalize it.

"Well I gotta tell ya, the fusion core's been a bit wonky what with it being several generations out of date compared to the most modern ones, there are some micro fractures in some of the neosteel cause of sheer age, we ain't got almost none of the same stuff as the Minotaurs and I'd sure like to, and-,"

Yuriko set her data pad to record, and sat back to wait. She knew, inherently in that moment, that she would be there for some time yet.

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"So…that's MannCo, huh?" Jimmy whistled slightly as he gazed at the small group of battlecruisers which hung in the stars across from the Hyperion and the Agria colonist ships.

"That's a delivery squadron," Yuriko pointed out. "Not all of MannCo."

She was acting all cool and professional now that her employers had shown up, Jimmy noted. Eyes ahead, face blank, hands folded behind her back, military attention in perfect posture.

"Well…yeah," Jimmy rolled his eyes as he tapped out another cigarette and lit it.

When the ships had first shown up, the scanners hadn't quite known what to make of them. It wasn't like they were stealthed or anything, though frankly the idea didn't seem as impossible as it used to be. It was that the Hyperion and the Adjutant simply hadn't been able to easily classify them. There were multiple classes of battlecruisers, and all of them had been logged into the data banks. The Leviathan was outdated, and only used in the grey market for those on the fringe and for cheap. Well, cheap as a battlecruiser could go for. The Hyperion, on the other hand, was the much more common Behemoth-class, even if it was heavily modified and upgraded over the years. More advanced than that was the mainstay of the Dominion, the Minotaur-class, which possessed several upgraded systems that the Behemoth did not. Missile pods, improved energy shields, a defensive matrix, even a powered up Yamato. Gorgons, rare due to the sheer cost, were the most powerful battlecruisers 'ever', if Swann was right about it. Which, considering the man's area of expertise, he most likely was.

The MannCo battlecruisers didn't match any of them.

They had the hammerhead shape, sure, but many of their systems seemed to be missing, somehow bouncing, deflecting, or otherwise preventing the scanners of the Hyperion from actually getting useful information off of them. Going by the front, it was rather obvious that they still retained the Yamato cannon, or at least something similar, but anything more than that was difficult to say. But of course, not that much more was needed, because the most prominent thing about the MannCo battlecruisers was the sheer size. They looked to be half again the size of even the Gorgons, and by visual profile alone they had plenty of laser batteries and missile launchers proportional to the size. Then there was the fact that they'd popped up a single day after Yuriko had passed on Swann's 'wish list' to MannCo. Warp space and warp travel were fast, but that was still fast.

"Jeez, you guys really didn't skimp on your fleet, huh," Swann said from next to him, eyes still wide.

"No, no we did not."

"Don't uh…don't suppose you'd let me take a closer look at those ships, huh?" There was something purposefully wheedling in the engineer's voice, but also a bit of genuine longing that Jimmy was pretty sure he could hear.

Yuriko chuckled before coughing and straightening back to attention.

"Unfortunately no, Mr. Swann. You'll have to be satisfied with looking."

In the distance, the cargo ships in the middle of the MannCo formation began to move, heading their way with a guarding dozen wraiths.

"This better be worth it, Swann," Jimmy said after another puff of his cigarette. "Yuriko gave us quite a lot of money, and you had us turn around and basically give it right back to her."

"Oh, yeah, you're right, cowboy," Swann rolled his eyes, and turned to him. "Because retrofitting a battlecruiser is so cheap! Not like we're getting a massively upgraded fusion core instead of that pile of duct tape we've got," Swann then held up his organic hand at Jimmy's face, ticking off fingers as he went, "Bleeding edge laser batteries, an Umojan Yamato cannon, a defensive matrix, improved neosteel alloys for additional plating, major energy shielding upgrades compared to the cobbled together excuses that we got-,"

"Hey!" Jimmy stared at the shorter man, bringing Swann to a halt just a he ran out of fingers, "You were proud of those! You said your upgrades to the Hyperion's fusion core was a miracle of engineering!"

Swann scoffed as the MannCo cargo ships got closer, slowing as smaller haulers emerged and began lugging in large crates that would be delivered to the cargo bays along the side of the Hyperion. He waved away Jimmy's words with audible disgust.

"Behemoth-class fusion reactors are leaky piles of garbage compared to the fusion cores that are on the Minotaurs," Swann said with the roll of his eyes and a snap of his cyberlimb in clamp mode. "Yeah, cowboy, I did good," he put his hands on his hips, "I did real good," he pointed a finger at Jimmy's face, "But the fact of the matter is no matter how much I patch it, a fusion reactor in a Behemoth ain't gonna match the fusion cores everyone else is running."

"Swann," Jimmy clapped a hand to his forehead. "How long are all of these refits gonna take? And how is the Hyperion supposed to run when you're replacing her reactor? And how much did all of this cost?!"

"Swann purchased temporary generator loans from MannCo," Yuriko sniffed, "Enough to keep the ship running as per usual while he fully replaces the fusion reactor with the modern fusion core."

Jimmy blinked at her, then back at Swann.

"And how is that supposed to work?"

Swann shrugged.

"Proprietary generators, apparently, she said we can plug 'em in a various points across the ship to take up the strain while we do our work – and no, she ain't telling us how they work," he added with an annoyed look at Yuriko before looking back to Jimmy. "As for how long it's gonna take, are you kidding?" Swann scoffed again and pointed a thumb at the engineering crew behind him, all them waiting by the doors of the armory. "With my guys and some zero-g SCV work, like, pfft, a week."

The first of the haulers breached the energy field of the cargo bay, the odd boxy machine's engines incredibly loud outside of the void of space. As such, Jimmy had to settle for glaring at Swann as the engineer focused upon the enormous metal crate that was gently deposited before the hauler reversed itself out of the bay. Thankfully, his cigarette hadn't been blown out by all of the commotion.

"You just got done telling me how – apparently – bad our tech is, but you can just fix it all up in a week, Swann?"

"Uh…yeah?" Swann squinted at him. "The big bottleneck was money, cowboy. A lot of what's going to happen is straight up replacement, integration, and streamlining. Pop the old outdated hardware out, pop the new updated hardware in, plug in the software, bang," he punctuated his words with a snap of his cyberlimb clamp, "Hyperion gets that much better. Hell, once we're done I bet you we could take on the Emperor's flagship in a slugging match. Plus I got us some souped up tac fighters if it comes to it."

Now that...that was an appealing image. Jimmy let himself luxuriate in the thought of it, of bringing the bastard's own old flagship and putting the boot to his fancy gilded flying fortress. Everyone knew about the Bucephalus; it had occupied the news for a week. It was the most advanced and powerful ship in the Dominion, choke full of the most elite of the elite forces that Mengsk had available. It was such a nice thought that he almost missed Swann finally mentioning the cost of all of the purchased equipment and upgrades from MannCo and their Umojan contacts. Unfortunately for Swann, he didn't.

"That's…," he almost choked on the smoke in his lungs. "Swann! That's damn near everything Yuriko paid us!"

Swann very deliberately wasn't looking into his eyes, instead pretending to focus on the next few heavy crates that the MannCo haulers were bringing it, dropping them off in neat stacks.

"Psh, nah, it's more like…," he trailed off nervously, "What, eighty? Eighty-five percent of it?"

"Eighty-seven," Yuriko spoke up, causing Swann to wince and Jimmy to drop his damn cig in shock.

"SWANN!"

Any further chastisement was ruined by the arrival of not another cargo hauler, but instead what looked only sort of like a regular drop ship. Only this one was a bit more…boxy, was the best way Jimmy could describe it.

"Ah, here she is," Yuriko said, striding forward. "These are the temporary generators, Swann."

As if Jimmy wasn't trying to bore a hole through Swann's head with his eyes alone, his Chief Engineer raised his hand in the air and waved towards the entrance to the cargo bay.

"Hey Kachinsky! Get over here! We finally get to put our hands on some MannCo stuff after getting teased by Spooks!" He yelled before settling back down, looking towards the drop ship. "Not that we're gonna get to mess with much, I'll bet."

"Aw, yeah!" The crew cried as they rushed forward.

Only to come to a dead stop as the door of the dropship slammed down, and two…somethings stomped out.

"Woah," Swann said next to him, and despite his rather significant irritation Jimmy agreed.

They looked like mixtures between a regular marine and a marauder, half again as big as a regular marauder but somehow streamlined more like the former. The grenade gauntlets were definitely still present, but there were also what looked like chain guns on their forearms. They had to hunch to get out of the dropship in the first place, considering their sheer bulk and height. They carried the same purple and black colors scheme as the rest of the MannCo ships and vehicles had borne so far. Kachinsky, initially leading the charge, came to a very quick halt as the two glanced around the cargo bay. Only once their initial look was done did they step aside, revealing a much smaller and yet possibly no less dangerous individual. They bore the same kind of skinsuit as Yuriko, armor panels included, but instead of Yuriko's odd looking gun they bore the far more recognizable profile of a C-10 rifle. Unlike Yuriko, they didn't bother wearing a helmet beyond a specialized looking visor, revealing ponytailed blonde hair.

"Operative Thirteen," the new arrival said coolly.

"Operative Terra," Yuriko said back, just as coolly.

The two of them stared at one another in silence, the only noise in the cargo bay the slowly winding down engines of the drop ship, before Operative Terra smiled and tugged her visor up with one hand.

"Hey Yuriko, how have you been?" The newly arrived psychic said with a smile as she stepped forward into a hug, a gesture returned by Yuriko.

"Oh, fine, fine," Yuriko smiled back, tightening her arms a moment before stepping back. "I could ask the same of you. How is everyone?"

The two young women looked each other up and down and babbled as if they were just regular girls, but the effect was sort of ruined by the giants standing behind them.

"Doing well, for the most part. Tosh is still freaking out over his baby, obviously, and Kath is a pretty good mom, but…well, you should probably introduce us?"

Yuriko paused, a hand going to her mouth as she turned around.

"You're right, sorry. Everyone," Yuriko raised her voice and gestured to her companion. "This is Operative Terra, an employee of MannCo Internal Security."

Jimmy scrutinized the woman even more now. The environmental suit was a big enough give away, as were the titles and the gun. She was definitely another psychic, but unlike with Yuriko he had no idea what her psi-rating was. For all that, though, she casually waved at everyone staring at her, still shoulder to shoulder with Yuriko, one arm slung over the other woman's shoulder.

"You can call me Nova, if you like," she said with an almost demure smile. "And unlike Yuriko here, yes, I am a ghost."

"Former ghost," Yuriko corrected, to which Nova shrugged. "In any case," she said to Jimmy, "Nova here came in person to make sure proper delivery of the generators that Swann leased for the interim period."

"Speaking of," Nova extracted herself from Yuriko's continuing one-armed hug and then gestured behind her, clearing her throat before straightening and speaking formally. "Twelve SG1s, ready for installment and leasing, to be returned upon completion of contracted time period."

With her words, large hover dollies slowly evacuated the dropship, each of them carrying strange dull orange cylinders with a single notable port, bundled cord, and plug that corresponded to appropriate docks for a Behemoth-class power conduit.

"The Hyperion won't be in condition to get into a big fight, or even a little one unless absolutely necessary," Yuriko added on as the hover dollies placed the cylinders into the cargo bay next to one another, "But it can still use its engines as per usual."

Jimmy frowned at them. They were smooth and featureless, save for the one port, with no visible sign of how they were powered at all. Or even fueled. Or fixed, if they got damaged.

"I really wish you'd talked to me about this before getting them Swann," he grunted.

"You would'na let me get it all if I did that," Swann said, apparently now completely unrepentant now that it was all here.

"Installment is easy," Nova said, her voice cheery as if she was a simple saleswoman, "Just place and plug. Also, pursuant to the contract that you signed, Mr. Swann, any damages or attempts to take apart, thoroughly scan, or otherwise interfere with the functioning of the SG1s is punishable by fine."

"Hey lady, I grew up on a Combine world," Swann sniffed, "I know how this sort of thing works," he lifted his chin at her before his eyes widened at something out of the corner of them, causing the man to whirl about at a speed that impressed Jimmy. "Kachinsky! Don't mess with 'em!"

The man in question jumped as if shocked, arms over his head to declare his innocence.

"I didn't do nothing!"

"Oh sure, and that ain't a handheld scanner in your pocket, you're just real excited to see me."

Nova looked over at Yuriko with a raised eyebrow.

"They seem fun."

"They can be," Yuriko chuckled. "Anyway, thanks for coming," she said while shaking hands with her fellow Operative.

"Of course," Nova smiled brightly before looking back at Jimmy. "Of course, Mr. Raynor, we will be returning in a week to reclaim our generators. Please do not attempt to sell them or anything like that."

It was like looking a wolf in the eye.

"He wouldn't do that," Yuriko rolled her eyes. "And I'd stop any of the crew if they tried. Now get on out of here, I'm sure you have better things to do than watch over deliveries."

Nova rolled her eyes.

"That's all I do, actually, and you know that. But you are right, there are other deliveries to make. Be well, Yuriko," she patted the woman on her shoulder.

"You too, Nova."

And just like that, they were gone, Nova Terra and her two hulking guards fitting back into the drop ship as the crew began wheeling the generators to previously decided conduit points on the ship. Yuriko waved at the drop ship as it left, leaving Jimmy once more with the opportunity to scrutinize Swann. Who, at the moment, was rubbing his hand and clamp together greedily as one of the cargo crates was opened to reveal a whole mess of smaller and more delicate electronics in special padding.

"So, eighty-seven percent of the payday, huh?"

Swann winced again, and raised a finger while opening his mouth.

"Actually," Yuriko announced as she reviewed the data pad. "Eighty-eight, sorry, I was off in my calculations a bit."

Swann's shoulders slumped.

"You're killing me Spooks!"
 
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97 – Molten Money
97 – Molten Money​

As Yuriko entered the bridge, tapping at a data pad, she found herself stopped by an upraised palm. With her abilities, most of the time she genuinely didn't need to see where she was going when she could us her mind to 'feel' her way. Still, once engaged, she had to respond. It was only polite.

"Captain Horner," she tilted her head as the man in question lowered his hand. "Can I help you?"

"You already have, Ms. Thirteen," Matt Horner said politely, deeply inclining his head. "I just wanted to thank you," he held out his hand towards her.

"For what?" She asked with feigned coyness, even as she briefly shook his hand.

"Running a revolution is not the cheapest endeavor," he answered after taking his hand back and folding it behind his back at attention. "And, though I hate to admit it, we were dancing on the red line there more than once. With MannCo's funds, we're doing better than we have been in some time."

Yuriko raised an eyebrow at him.

"Even with Swann using up most of it for upgrades on the Hyperion?"

Horner nodded, the picture of absolute seriousness.

"Even with. The Hyperion is our headquarters, and knowing that we could definitely stand up to the Dominion if they sent some battlecruisers at us is a heartening thing," he said calmly. "The rest we can use to finish paying out other various expenses without worrying that we won't have food next week. So you definitely have the crew's thanks on that front."

"Well, it was our pleasure," Yuriko smiled at him before looking over to the other major occupants on the bridge.

Raynor and Tychus looked up at her from where they stood huddled around the star map as it projected the Korprulu Sector, the former favoring her with a nod. Thankfully, after quite a thorough conversation with his chief officers, and more than a little ranting from Tychus, he'd given in and accepted the money she'd offered him. Even if he was a bit sore about it, he'd at least pledged to put it to good use beyond the party that the Raiders had promptly thrown. Though both men definitely looked a bit hungover.

"So, what's going on?"

"We're deciding what to do next," Raynor said, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced at the screen. "We've still got that artifact on Monlyth to go after, for one."

"Especially cause you're ol' pal Tychus don't get almost none of it," Tychus growled. "Why'd everybody get ta get a bonus anyhow?"

Raynor just rolled his eyes.

"Tychus, you didn't even come down to Agria, I don't know why you're complaining."

The convict just sighed unhappily.

"You spent it all, Jimmy. You got all of that, and you done spent it all already," he groused. "I ain't never seen so much cash get pissed away so quick!"

"Yeah, well, you ain't never had to try and upgrade a battlecruiser that was out of date before!"

Oh, sure, now Raynor was all behind the decision, Yuriko thought with a barely held back snort. Swann had argued long, hard, and well to explain his usage of so much of the money. Simply throwing together a battlecruiser in a handful of minutes was impossible, for the terrans at least. Setting aside the sheer amount of time it took to build them with even the most modern of facilities in the Korprulu Sector, the Raiders hadn't the funds or access to the facilities for such things, let alone the numbers of personnel to crew the ships at the moment. As such, the Hyperion needed to be as effective and upgraded as possible, in ways that Raynor hadn't even known, thanks to Swann. And after Swann's brief but comprehensive lecture, Raynor had become intimately familiar with the benefits and costs.

Others, who had not been present, had not gained such knowledge.

"Oh, sure, blame us poor folk for not understanding the trials of the rich," Tychus rolled his eyes.

"Mmm," Yuriko just hummed as she looked between the three men. "So…why am I here?"

"Well," Horner rubbed at the back of his head. "You had some good info on Agria, more honest about it than the Dominion, that's for sure."

"Ah," Yuriko nodded. "Well, we are certainly more wide-spread than the Raiders. Having more than one battlecruiser helps," she faux-whispered to Matt.

"Right. So if you've got any major flashpoints, or the like," he gestured towards the star map.

"Also," Raynor added, "I know that you brought up getting some artifacts on your own, similar to the ones Moebius is apparently after?"

That brought Tychus out of his money woes, eyes narrowing as he remembered how his first encounter with Yuriko had gone. He had no idea how many artifacts there were, nor how much Moebius would or wouldn't pay him if there were others claimed by another company. Even if it was just his cover story under Mengsk, part of that brutal cunning had definitely focused on trying to squeeze some kind of real cash out of the deal.

Yuriko paused, tapping a finger against her chin before nodding.

"Well, there are a few things, sure," she said as she approached the screen and began typing at it. "We've got a mining operation on Redstone III that's under threat by the zerg, MannCo would gladly pay a hefty sum for rescuing the miners there, either in cash or further equipment."

Captain Horner frowned.

"Isn't Redstone claimed by the Combine? I think they fought a war over it."

"It was, yes," Yuriko nodded, her expression prim and proper before it dipped into a smirk. "Then the zerg showed up, and the Combine fled from all their fringe worlds, and then some."

Horner sighed and shook his head

"At least they have the excuse of being unashamedly corporate about their actions."

Yuriko had been keeping an eye on Tychus, on the thoughts that were solidifying there, and so turned to face him just as he scoffed.

"Moneybags ain't got the crews to defend themselves?"

She made sure her expression was serene.

"It's not about the money, Tychus, it is what is in the minerals on Redstone."

"Oh yeah? What?" Raynor asked, eyebrow raised.

Yuriko smiled and stuck a data stick into the terminal, a series of images and infographics appearing on the screen to obscure the image of Redstone III.

"Jorium. It's a very rare crystal that helps stimulate certain kinds of brain activity, such as psionics," she paused at the shock coming off of the men around her, "But in certain other uses it can be used to interfere with them, which is useful against telepaths and the like."

Raynor looked at her, the Matt, then Tychus.

"And…what, precisely, does MannCo need it for?"

"Scientific studies, potential military applications like anti-psionic gas grenades, the usual things involving rare substances," she said with a shrug. "MannCo is a company, after all, Raynor. It's in the name. Still, the reward I'm authorized to offer is extensive, and you'll also get to cut the teeth of your forces on a minor zerg brood."

Greed bloomed in Tychus once more, managing to overwhelm his irritation and suspicions. Raynor, on the other hand, seemed even more suspicious, though it was lessened by the fact that she'd outright told him why. His mind puzzled over the jorium and its purported properties, though he also had none of the scientific background required to theorize more. It was enough, it seemed, that she was a psychic, talking about a substance that could affect psychics.

"Uh, hey," he said quickly. "If we hit Redstone, I'm deploying," he stared Raynor down. "That means I get a bigger cut, right?"

Raynor just rubbed a hand against his temple before pulling out another cigarette.

"You said cash or equipment?" Horner asked, seemingly unaffected by the other two.

"In monetary equivalence," Yuriko nodded. "But yes. I've noticed that, with many being former colonial militia and being a bit…ragged, no offense," she added on quickly, "Many of the Raider marines are using older models of CMC armor, for instance. 200s and 300s. The Dominion is running 400s as a standard."

It wasn't to say that the 200s or 300s were worthless, by any means, they were still each individually durable and powerful enough to easily overwhelm someone else who was not prepared. But there were definite quality differences, durability and survivability most prominently amongst them. The same was true of the firebats and medics.

"We could outfit the Raiders, top to bottom, in 400s, for starters," she continued. "Supply you with new wraiths, some munin flyers-,"

"Some what now?"

Yuriko paused in her patter, blinking. Oh right, she hasn't actually brought those up before now.

"Ah, well, remember the science vessels during the Great War?"

Recognition flickered through the minds of all present, save Tychus who had been on ice at the time.

"Of course you do," she went on to say without waiting, "The issue with them was that they were not primarily meant for combat, they were expensive, bulky, and required significant crews that could be better used elsewhere."

Raynor nodded, his mind cast away to those dark times. Of science ships, mostly meant for peaceful exploration, being torn apart by zerg mutalisks or spore colonies. Screams. Fire. Death. Painful enough that he needed to take a sip from his hip flask just to burn the thoughts away for a time.

"Yeah, I remember. Still pretty effective for all that, though," he said after wiping his lips.

"Correct. I don't know if you've seen them yet, but the Dominion has recently created something called the 'raven', a semi-autonomous remote piloted mechanical craft drone," she tapped on the data pad she'd been looking at, a projected hologram of a pronged robot in the air coming up that slowly rotated. "Scouting, auto-turret manufacturing, sensors advanced enough to uncloak protoss, seeker missiles, and so on. It's okay," she said blandly.

Then she tapped a button, and the image was replaced with something sleeker yet larger with a familiar laser turret on the front, along with its various other armaments.

"This, on the other hand, is a munin. You can capitalize it if you like, neither I nor Mann really care. It's a more advanced and combat capable version, has a nanite repair beam for vehicles and mechanical repair, a laser turret, and all the other general capabilities of the outdated science vessel for combat purposes," she blew up the image further with a flick of a finger.

A number of the bridge crew were looking over, now.

"When you said remote piloted…," Horner asked, obviously clearly interested.

"One pilot, working in conjunction with the ship's AI systems, can control from orbit if preferred," she confirmed with a nod. "It's nowhere near as fast or maneuverable as a wraith, but it's meant for supporting more than anything else, just with some self-defense capabilities."

"And you'd just…give us some," Raynor looked at her. "If we save your Redstone miners."

"Among other things, training programs and pamphlets included," she finished with a smile. "But, on the other hand, there is Monlyth. I hear that you've managed to get some of your Raiders trained with the new marauder suits? They could be useful there."

Tychus shifting his weight was impossible to ignore, his armor whirring and thumping with the motion. His greed had slowly been draining away as she'd spoken, the realization that Raynor would likely choose to upgrade his forces rather than take the money dawning on him rather quickly. It was not as if he could upgrade either, as he'd been granted the usage of his old Confederate armor as a matter of course. It was, however, no doubt one of the most advanced sets of CMC armor on the Hyperion, albeit because it had been altered and upgraded to both specially protect Tychus and kill him at a moment's notice if necessary.

"Jimmy…," he drawled, his eyes on the man.

Raynor sighed and looked at Yuriko.

"Will them MannCo boys be okay for just a bit, Yuriko?"

She couldn't resist.

"Oh, of course. They'll keep going until they die, Raynor."

He flinched, heavily before he paused and glared at her.

"That ain't funny Yuriko."

"It was a little funny."

"No, it wasn't."

"Stop," Raynor put up his hand.

Yuriko inclined her head, backing off.

"The artifact ain't going anywhere, unless the zerg show up to take it, and even then I'm thinking that these Tal'darim are gonna do their best to fight 'em off."

Tychus groaned in annoyance, his armor whirring as he approximated folding his arms as best as the armor could articulate.

"Oh, you can be assured of that, Raynor," Yuriko nodded, "They'll never surrender, especially not to the zerg. As for you, Mr. Findlay, I'm sure something could be found for you, even if we can't do something about your armor."

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"Zerg and lava, my two favorite things," Raynor snarked as they entered the Redstone system, sighing as he turned to Yuriko. "I ever mention I hate volcanic planets?"

He said it casually, almost amused, but Yuriko could see the painful truth of it in his mind. It didn't matter where or when, there was only ever one world in particular that he thought about when it came to volcanic ones – Char. A place of absolute horror and madness that it was infamous across the entire Sector as the effective homeworld of the zerg. He was working very, very hard to not think about Char at the moment, even though it was yet another volcanic world with zerg on it. Unfortunately, Yuriko could watch the recursive loop that such attempts created form.

"No, but we shouldn't be here for too long. All MannCo requires from the Raiders is a bit of aggressive protection against the zerg brood that's taken root here while we gather the jorium crystals," Yuriko said, activating the star map's projector system for the probes already on the planet. "This coordinates are for the mining team's command center. You can land your forces here."

Raynor rubbed at his chin.

"And we don't have to do any mining ourselves or anything?"

"None," Yuriko nodded. "We're running MULES, so it should be quick if you can keep the zerg off of us for long enough."

Not having to risk any of the structures that the Hyperion carried definitely appealed to Raynor, Yuriko could see it. Plus, though it was grim, he wanted to cut the teeth of the new recruits from Agria and Mar Sara on a relatively low importance fight, all things considered. The latter of the two had fought on Agria, but the colonists who had signed up with the Raiders had combat experience that could be summarized as 'surviving' the fall of their world. On the bright side, they might have the chance to exercise their anger for the loss of their world on zerg that were not so overwhelming as the ones they last fought.

"…sure. We can drop some Raiders down there, there, and there," he pointed out points on the provided map. "The recon your boys did before we got here is gonna be pretty helpful."

"Better than having them just sit around," she nodded before glancing at Tychus, also on the bridge. "As for you, Mr. Findlay, I've got something special for you and a few of the mercenaries while the Raiders play defense."

The convict had not been happy about Monlyth getting deferred for this, but his interest was obvious as she looked over at him. As was Raynor's.

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The dropship's door slammed down, and Tychus was the first one out, the heat of the volcanic world just barely pushing its way past his armor. His new gun felt oh, so sweet in his hands, and with his armor he barely felt the weight of the backpack installed on it. Behind him were War Pigs marines, Devil Dogs firebats, Siege Breakers tanks, and even some fellas calling themselves members of 'Spartan Company' in goliaths, all of them deploying quickly and professionally as they checked the drop zone. Corners were checked, perimeter confirmed, and the dropships lifted off, now ready to perform their job not as just transports but as medivac vessels as well, the pilots within shifting controls to the surgical beam projectors. The War Pigs had been one thing, but he'd been surprised about the Devil Dogs and the Siege Breakers, what with Jimmy being one of the people who'd helped break the Confederacy. But, as it turned out, the ex-Confederates seemed willing to work with them, so long as the money was good enough. Tychus had been even more surprised about the UED folk, considering what he'd heard of them. But apparently, just like with the ex-Confederates, money was their calling now more than their lost home.

He could respect that.

"Okay, boys and girls, let's get this show on the road!" Tychus crowed. "We got us a beasty to hunt down!"

And to think, he'd only been introduced to his new weapon less than an hour ago.

Tychus watched as the psychic carefully floated out the weapon and laid it upon the table. The cargo bay had been mostly emptied for this, save for a pair of dropships that would be loaded up soon. The rest of the Jimmy's boys had already begun landing on the planet below, setting up defenses while the MannCo miners mined. The only ones still in the bay were himself, the War Pigs and the Devil Dogs, the mercenaries that Jimmy'd used some of his money to hire on to supplement his own limited forces. Tychus had been more surprised about the former group than the latter. The last time he'd heard of the War Pigs, they'd been a lot more rough and tumble, plus a bit more flexible about the contracts they took. Apparently, at some point, they'd cleaned up just a bit.

"This," she said with a proud smile, "Is your prize, Mr. Findlay."

She definitely deserved to be acting like a proud momma, Tychus marveled as he stared at the wicked looking thing as it sat there.

"This is a MannCo original," she said, placing one hand on it, rocking it slightly before slowly pulling her hand across it. "It's a rapidly rotating plasma and ballistics cannon, firing MC15 penetrator rounds, MC14 incendiary rounds, and MC13 HEV rounds, all determinable, shot at twice the speed of the standard chain gun, with the simple press of one of these three buttons," she stopped, tapping the small section on its side near the trigger. "Within easy reach of a single flicking finger, you can change which of the three you're firing without actually stopping firing."

If it weren't for the armor he was trapped in, Tychus was pretty sure he would go weak in the knees.

"The former can punch through a battlecruiser bulkhead, the second can burn a man alive in his CMC armor within seconds, and the third detonates with enough force to blow holes into siege tanks or ultralisk carapace. All at the press of a finger. Ammo here, here, and here," she pointed out different sections on its bulbous and blocky body. "Plus," she then gestured to the backpack that was clearly connected to it with a feeder and hopper system, "This, for extended engagements."

Tychus wondered if it was possible to be in love with an inanimate object he'd just been introduced to.

"And…I get to keep it?" He said cautiously.

"If you fulfill the job. The zerg down there are not too much of a threat, and haven't displayed any of the extant major forms, such as ultralisks or brood lords. The biggest is the brutalisk. It's a relatively unique and divergent bio-form, and we want it dead. You'll all get paid extra for this," Yuriko had said the last part to the rest of the mercenaries. "Plus, Stetmann says that samples from it might help his research, he was real excited when we told him about it."

Then one of the War Pigs raised their hand.

"Uh…do we get any cool custom gear?"

Yuriko just stared at him until the hand went down.


Within a minute of being dropped off, the zerg had come a runnin', and so Tychus got to test out his new gun real quick. It was just like Yuriko had described, the sensation of putting so much hot death downrange he damn near felt like it was the fiery sword of an angel in his hands. The mercenaries around him fought just fine, but Tychus was practically in his own world. It didn't seem to matter. Zergling. Hydralisk. Crawlers. Even that nasty purple creep gunk got all burnt up from wherever he pointed the damn thing. As they inched their way across the battlefield in the direction of the brutalisk, the zerg just kept coming. Dumb critters, but hell if they weren't a lot of fun to shoot and kill.

On occasion, he heard flickers of conversation on the radio, but he could hardly bring himself to care. Sure, the zerg were attacking the base, and Jimmy was fighting them off. Yuriko went off on one of her big ol' extermination missions, blowing up zerg hives and whatever. Some kind of pithy exchange between Jimmy and Yuriko that Tychus was too busy killing to listen to it. Hell, he was too busy figuring out which of the three ammo types he liked the most. The big booms were incredibly satisfying to feel rumble through the air and ground, but the sight of burnt zerg damn near awakening something in him. But so did the penetrator shots, tearing through so very many of the critters at once.

Every now and then they had to take refuge on the smaller raised plateaus, what with the lava rising up like it did periodically. That was when the mutalisks came screaming in, right before the corruptors did. So, just like the rest of the War Pigs, Tychus pointed his weapon right up and started firing at the aerial zerg.

"Hahaha! I'm a goddamned anti-aircraft emplacement!" He shouted with glee, feeling the storm in his very hands as the gun rumbled his entire body.

If it weren't for his armor, he wouldn't have been able to even lift the damn thing, let alone plant his feet and take the recoil. But with it, it was pleasant as could be to feel thumping in his grip. The zerg got blown to tiny bits, bigger bits, or burning bits, and he still couldn't decide which of them he liked better! It helped that the zerg were all too focused upon their dropships, rather than the ones with guns down below, but even when they started to realize that the biggest badass in the Sector was the bigger threat than the ships, it wasn't enough. By the time the dumb animals realized it, it was too late.

Then the lava went down, and they were off again, bounding across the hellish landscape. Spine crawlers, freaky long spikey tongue things, and others. Course, even they couldn't spike him before he could shoot 'em. Stomping on the 'creep' stuff was nasty as all hell, it stuck to his boots and made disgusting squelching noises as they moved through it. Zerglings and hydralisks popped up through it, like mobile pus coming out of a squashed pimple, but they went down under a good weight of fire regardless. Some of the War Pigs and Devil Dogs got hit, at one point even saw a Devil Dog go down, but then he shot the zerglings off of them and the medivacs started their work from up above. Fire burned the zerg up all nice and crispy, but he wasn't about to lower his faceplate to smell it, not just yet. They still had work to do. As for the Siege Breakers, they could just run over what their guns couldn't blow to pieces.

More transmissions flying about the radio, something about the Jimmy and Yuriko joining up to take down a hive, a bit of offensive defense.

"Head's up, Tychus, scanners say you're almost at the brutalisk's lair," Jimmy's voice cut in, distracting Tychus from his fun. "You be careful now, I've seen the images the MannCo scouts took."

"Aw, Jimmy, you big softy, you worried ol' Tychus might get a boo boo," he chuckled back, "What, gonna kiss it better?"

Jimmy's groan just made Tychus smile even wider.

"All right, fine, see if I care," Jimmy growled, but Tychus could tell there weren't too much heat in it as he cut the transmission.

In the end, it was impossible to miss the lair. Big spikes of black stone and glassy obsidian spilled out over the red crunching soil, at least where there wasn't ropey pulsating creep everywhere. Plus, a whole swarm of zerglings that came bounding out to protect the big daddy. Not that they managed to do much, those that got close enough to be a problem getting roasted alive. Then, likely incensed at those who had come a'knockin' at its door, the biggest damn zerg that Tychus ever did see deigned to show its ugly mug. Almost immediately, the Siege Breakers had reversed so quickly and far that for a second Tychus had thought that they'd turned yellow on him. At least until they slammed their tanks into siege mode and charged up their shock cannons.

"Mother of mercy," he murmured before his lips twisted into a bloodthirsty grin. "You shoulda stayed in your hole!"

The brutalisk stood twice as tall as an ultralisk, and was plenty wide. Enormous spikes as big as siege tanks poked out of its body this way and that asymmetrically, but the problem was with its big size it was ponderously slow. Each rise and fall of its feet shook the earth as much as a shock cannon barrage from a whole company of tanks. When it reared back and bellowed, the noise was so loud that it rattled Tychus inside of his armor, damn near making him drop his gun. The very second it had reared its ugly head out, everyone had begun firing, himself included. This time around, he switched to the penetrator rounds and then the incendiaries with every few seconds of fire, the beautifully seamless transition a work of art of death dealing engineering. And, just as Yuriko had promised, the hyper-charged systems within the gun let the penetrator rounds slam right through the carapace and out the other side, at which point the incendiaries could fill the holes with fire. All while two souped up shocker cannons blew holes into it.

"Keep pulling back, keep pulling back!"

"It's the size of a fucking building, I'm not gonna get close!"

"Devil Dogs," Tychus yelled louder than them all, having seen approaching zerg out of the corner of his eye. "Looks like the big daddy's calling his runts in! Watch the flanks! Keep those tanks safe!"

The firebats turned about, lumbering almost as much as the increasingly wounded brutalisk, and started letting loose clouds of flame big enough to have come from the devil's own ass. Hell of a lot bulkier than the old firebat armor that Tychus was used to, but he wasn't about to complain considering how much better they were in both spread and sheer heat output. All that Tychus cared about was that he didn't have to kick a zergling in the face when he could be shooting his cannon off. The brutalisk stomped forward all the while, almost speeding up as he blew off more and more of its mass, over half of it burning now thanks to the sheer rate of fire pushing more than a thousand rounds of heavy incendiaries inside of its body.

In the end, it was a foregone conclusion, but damn if it wasn't a satisfying one.

The brutalisk gave out an almost mournful shriek as its legs collapsed beneath it, the oversized creature collapsing down to the ground slowly but heavily. If it had just had any ranged mutations at all, Tychus knew it would have been a different story, hell, he didn't even want to think of it shooting its multiple-meter long spikes out like the hydralisks did. At the same time, he could see how something so damned big could be a threat to the miners if they didn't have much in the way of guns for themselves. All it would need to do is just walk up and stomp down, and he'd bet even a command center would get squashed.

"You just picked a bad time to be alive in the same universe as Tychus Findlay," he chuckled lowly as he lifted his faceplate, releasing a cloud of smoke from his cigar while inhaling the smell of burning zerg deep with immense relish.

"So," Yuriko Thirteen suddenly said from a foot away from him, sitting sidesaddle on her super vulture. "Are you satisfied with your gun as payment? Seeing as how Raynor went the material route."

Tychus Findlay, biggest badass on the planet, most certainly did not jump when she'd spoken. Instead, he just looked at her, all cool like, and regarded the gun. Bastion of self-control as he was, he still couldn't stop the smile on his face.

"Hell yeah."

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"Everyone's aboard, Commander, heading to the edge of the system now," Matt said, marking the time on his watch. "Quickly, too."

"Damn," Raynor said with a short laugh after taking a sip from his flask. "That went almost too well."

Yuriko just side-eyed him as they watched Redstone III disappear from view as the Hyperion slowly turned itself away. Raynor looked back down at the database console on the bridge, letting him scour through the reports given by the Raiders from their fighting. Between the medivac dropships, the medics on the ground, and the marauders and hellions, Redstone III had proven a most acceptable testing ground for the Raiders to try out some of their new gear and build on some of the schematics that she'd provided them. They hadn't even lost anyone, which was a major success in Yuriko's opinion. Sure, there'd been injuries, enough to require cyberlimbs in a few cases, but for all that they looked moderately crude they were remarkably rugged and effective.

"Is that a bad thing?" She asked sardonically, head tilted to the side. "For things to go well for once?"

"Hell no," Raynor shook his head vigorously, "I ain't gonna tempt the universe like that. It's knocked me on my ass too many times for me to be that stupid. It loves to do it."

Yuriko snorted into her closed fist before putting it back behind her back. There was a general feeling of contentment and satisfaction across the crew that Yuriko had noticed as she'd walked through the ship. There were few things better for morale than victory and money, and with MannCo promising all the gear and equipment that the Raiders could need, Raynor and Matt had decided to distribute some of the remaining cash that they'd gotten for the Agria job to the crew again. It was almost entirely gone now, but that could easily be fixed too.

"And you're sure that those MannCo boys'll be all right before evac comes for 'em?" Raynor asked, just about the time when the perimeter sensors of the Hyperion activated.

"Commander!" Matt's call wasn't completely alarmed, considering he'd seen the profile before as it lit up the star map's projector. "New contacts have just jumped in system. Looks like…uh…," he trailed off as the Hyperion's sensors danced this way and that across its hull, only to get confused returns. "Oh, right, that's a MannCo ship."

The Captain of the Hyperion looked up from the garbled structural projection of the new ship in the Redstone System and right at Yuriko.

"MannCo sure like their mystery tech, huh? Your ships are the only ones I've seen mess with the Hyperion's sensors like this – and Swann already installed those upgraded ones you sold us too," he continued, looking back down to scrutinize the vaguely familiar shape.

"Oh, Matt," Yuriko tittered, "Everyone knows that you can't cloak battlecruisers. It's too much mass and weight for the cloaking generators of today."

As was growing to be the usual, a number of the bridge crew joined Raynor and Matt in looking at her with a considerably varied mixture of expressions and emotions.

"That…isn't quite what I was implying," Matt said slowly, looking from her stealth-capable environmental suit and then down at the ball of static that was now being winking in and out on his star map.

"Well good. Because it's impossible. No one could do it."

"Uh…Commander?" one of the crew spoke up, and after a second of searching she remembered his name as Bralik. "We've got an incoming communication from that ship, it's broadcasting MannCo identi-codes, and declaring its intent to recover the mining team."

Unfortunate that he was on comms, the least used function on the bridge compared to the jobs of the other crewmen.

"Jeez, that was quick," Raynor said while looking back at Yuriko, another little rumbling note of suspicion in his head.

"I told them you were on the job the minute you accepted it," she shrugged. "You get results, Raynor, don't feel ashamed of that."

"…uh huh."

"Plus," she pointed to the projections of the star map where a second ball of static had appeared, this time without even tripping the perimeter sensors. "You also get quick delivery of associated vehicles and equipment, along with training modules and manuals alike."

Raynor and Matt blinked at her and then looked over at Marcus Cade, the one responsible for the sensors, navigation, and the Yamato cannon. He'd noticed at about the same time, Yuriko noted, and his wince and embarrassment were visible enough on his face that she didn't need to be a telepath to read it.

"Uh…second ship on the sensors, Commander," Cade said weakly.

"…yeah, thanks Cade," Raynor sighed and drew his hand slowly down his face before glaring at Yuriko without heat. "Let's just get this delivery done."
 
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98 – Boom, Baby
98 – Boom, Baby​

"Okay, so, what's the skinny on this world, Tychus," Jimmy looked over at Tychus while studiously ignoring Yuriko from where she stood just within his peripheral vision.

Tychus, for his part, was pleased as punch about the gun that Yuriko had given him for fighting down on Redstone. It was a hell of a thing, he'd give it that much, based on the camera recordings. According to Swann there had been a hell of a lot of money put into it, to the point that upon being asked he'd said that there was literally no point in trying to make something based off of it. It simply wasn't economical. It was insanely over-engineered and made use of certain alloys that Swann said defied his understanding of how they'd been formed in the first place. The rounds were one thing, even if they were also 'stupidly expensive to make' but MannCo was apparently willing to foot the bill on them, sending over crates of the stuff. Tychus was also no doubt happy that they were heading to another payday, one that would be thirty percent unto himself.

"Moebius thinks that there's another artifact here, like the one we picked up on Mar Sara," Tychus eventually said, puffing on his cigar. "Protoss are guarding it, supposedly. Buncha fanatics callin' themselves the 'Tal'darim'."

Jimmy started at the information, mouth opening to inform Tychus that he could take this whole deal and shove it, but Tychus saw it coming.

"They ain't your ol' protoss buddies like before, Jimmy," Tychus said. "Don't you get sentimental on 'em."

Only then did Yuriko speak up again.

"He's right, Raynor," she said with the same sort of creepy seriousness she'd shown on Agria. "The Tal'darim are not from Aiur, and I'm sure many of them applauded when your friends lost their homeworld."

Both Jimmy and Tychus stared at her, her arms folded behind her back at attention.

"What do you know about the Tal'darim, Yuriko?"

Why he even bothered asking, Jimmy didn't know. She could see the question in his mind, and of course she knew. MannCo seemed to know things about everyone, everywhere. At least she was polite enough to wait for him to verbalize his questions before answering.

"They're more than just a fanatic group, they're an outright splinter civilization," she said while looking him straight in the eye. "You know how the Nerazim broke off from the rest of them, and forged their own path? Zeratul and his kind? So too did the Tal'darim. Only they chose to then steal from and murder either of the former two that came too near. They follow the way of 'Rak'shir', in which one of the main guiding principles is that the frail must die so the strong can thrive."

A chill came down Jimmy's back as she so plainly elaborated, as if she were discussing the weather.

"They used to inhabit a great many planets, building their resources and forces for a distant conflict in which they would sweep across the universe on a tide of flame in the name of the xel'naga."

The chill grew worse.

"Used to?"

Yuriko just smiled at him, but he couldn't read anything else on her as her body language unnaturally stilled itself.

"Used to," she nodded her head once. "So don't think that they'll hesitate to kill you if you get too close."

There was a slight pause, after that. The bridge crew bent back down to their consoles, a small zone of absolute avoidance temporarily created around Yuriko, some trying to avoid looking at her all together as they walked back and forth. Tychus just rolled his cigar from one end of his mouth to the next, looking between Yuriko and Jimmy, while Matt seemed almost serene somehow. Throughout the ship, the Raiders were already preparing to deploy. Thanks to their combat experience on Redstone, they'd grown just a bit more comfortable with the new vehicles that had been delivered to them, as well as the upgraded CMC armors. Vultures, siege tanks, goliaths, wraiths, and so on. As well as quite a few munin robotic supporters, the latter of which were the newest additions to the Raider arsenal.

"In any case, should we review the mission?" She said calmly, looking towards Tychus. "Mr. Findlay? If you would begin?"

Slowly, making sure to keep his eye on her, Tychus pressed a button to show some of the remote cameras that had been sent down to the planet. As they revealed the artifact piece floating in its containment field, he let loose an explosive sigh of relief. Jimmy was not nearly so relieved, considering the huge amount of protoss he could see just about completely surrounding the area. And, just as Yuriko had said, they were definitely visibly distinct from other kinds of protoss he'd met so far. Spikier, for one thing, with the kind of red and black color scheme that he would have thought was just the best when he was a teenager.

Yuriko snorted from behind him.

"Really, Raynor?"

"Can you please respect the sanctity of my own head, woman?" He sighed, hands going to sides of the star map for him to lean on.

"Hey now," Tychus cleared his throat, "Focus in, folks," he jabbed his finger at the screen towards a floating chunk of stone-like stuff surrounded by enormous protoss status. "Cause that there is the artifact. This should be easy money compared to Agria."

Jimmy shook his head at him.

"You ain't never fought protoss before, Tychus."

Tychus almost growled at him.

"If you can fight 'em, Jimmy, I," he thumped a thumb into his chest plate, "Can fight 'em."

"Oh yeah?" Jimmy leaned back, looking his old friend up and down. "You coming down with us this time?"

Tychus just snorted, the picture of nonchalance.

"Course I am, partner. Sweet Thang'n me'll be just fine, Jimmy."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at him.

"Sweet Thang?"

"Uh, yeah," Tychus puffed on his cigar, "My gun? You know, that thing what brought down the brutalisk? She is, quantifiably, one…Sweet…Thang," he drawled out before straightening with a sniff. "Plus, I wanna make sure we're gettin' them artifact pieces for Moebius, and not MannCo."

Then he paused, eyes bulging as he remembered just who had given him his new favorite toy.

"Uh, no offense, o'course."

Yuriko just laughed, an oddly sparkly sound, back of her hand covering her mouth.

"Oh, Tychus," she chuckled, "The Raiders, or Raynor specifically," she said as an afterthought, "Never actually agreed to perform that offer. We've moved on."

She was, now that Jimmy thought about it, absolutely correct. She'd tabled their discussion until after Mar Sara, but it just hadn't come up since.

"What, so MannCo just…gave 'em up?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow at her. "Just like that?"

"You didn't seem inclined to take my offer over your old friend's. Which is fine," she added with a shrug. "The artifact pieces we wanted to hire your help were elsewhere, but MannCo has – as I said - moved on to other things now. Such as Redstone and other opportunities, which of course the Raiders are still free to participate in and receive payouts for that will help the Raiders out in their fight against the Dominion."

Jimmy just scrutinized her. His thoughts fell upon her words, old marshal's instincts trying to tear it apart for details or lies suspicion. MannCo wasn't trustworthy, they didn't even try to pretend they didn't have ulterior motives compared to the ones they'd given him. Sure, they were opposed to the Dominion, but then a lot of people were, and for a lot of reasons. Yeah, he was willing to give Tychus a hell of a lot of rope. He owed it him. But, rather suddenly, he'd begun tallying up quite a lot of things he was owing MannCo too. Or at least Yuriko specifically. But considering the apparent value of the artifacts, for them to just give it up?

Just one more thing that Yuriko wasn't telling him, along with a host of others, at this point.

"Uh…not that this isn't riveting," Matt coughed, making all three look at him. "But…we have a problem," he pointed at the screen at the same moment that the Adjutant spoke up.

"Warning," the faithful AI promptly announced, "Multiple zerg bio-signatures detected."

Just then, visible on scanners if not the naked eye, appeared one of the zerg wormholes that had grown infamous during the Great War. At the same time, a significant number of zerg unearthed themselves and began to assault the Tal'darim defenses.

"Well, shit," Jimmy said flatly, his voice quickly growing into a heated yell. "A wormhole, instead of behemoths? Damn it, Tychus!"

"What did I do?" Tychus jerked his head back in confusion. "I didn't even know them bugs could go through space!"

"A wormhole, Mr. Findlay," Yuriko said coolly, "Requires the attentions of the greatest psionic minds known to the zerg. Previously, it was the Overmind. And when the Overmind fell…,"

"Kerrigan," Jimmy finished bitterly, glaring at Tychus before glancing at the holographic projection of the Adjutant. "Is she here, Adjutant?"

Sarah. He'd known she was out there, invading the Sector once more. But here? Now? It was just like he told Yuriko. The universe loved knocking him on his ass.

"No Class-12 Psi-Pattern detected, Commander."

Jimmy let loose the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Small mercies, I guess. For now," he hung his head before glaring at Tychus again. "We gotta get down there, in, and out, as quickly as we can."

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Tychus Findlay had to admit, seeing the protoss up close and personal was definitely different than seeing them on cameras and in old news reports. They had their fancy gear and technology, for certain, even if the Tal'darim were all red, black, and spikey compared to the gold and blues he'd been expecting from all the news. Fighting them was entirely different from fighting other terrans, too, but he'd known that going in. They were some ugly alien sumbitches, though. Even when they had their helmets knocked off, or just weren't wearing them, it wigged him out something fierce to see the total lack of nose and mouth.

Didn't stop him from shooting them right in their ugly mouthless faces, though.

"Come on, you alien freaks, come get a piece of ol' Tychus!" He laughed as he shot at them with Sweet Thang alongside Jimmy's boys.

He wasn't about to call them 'Raynor's Raiders', after all. Not when the only reason they'd come into existence was because of Tychus taking the fall for Jimmy. Then again, here he was, wearing his old armor, pretending like he didn't have a knife at his back just to make sure he had one at Jimmy's. But…

Damn it. Fuckin' stupid brain messing around with him. Had to focus. Focus on killing, let the fight wash over it all.

"Push up!" He growled, firing into the oncoming rush of alien bastards, talking all in their weird echo voices.

Other people clad in CMC armor wielding C-14 rifles were shooting alongside him, as well as the brand new spanking marauders shooting off grenades from their gauntlets. Above him stalked a handful of goliaths, and behind him were a trio of siege tanks. Thankfully the busters driving them hadn't tried to entrench, as Tychus didn't much fancy trying to fight off the protoss with artillery blowing them up right as they reached him. He wasn't going to go out as 'collateral damage', no way no how. He'd seen some of the boys with him go down, but then the marauders would step in between the oncoming plasma fire – and wasn't that just fucking crazy to think about – enough for the medics to save some lives.

"You should be out here, Jimmy!" He called in with his radio, "It's a hell of a fight!" His words were punctuated with another short burst that finally knocked a protoss' shields out and started hitting armor and flesh.

"Yeah, well, I'm running two of 'em Tychus," Jimmy growled back all petulant like. "We got the zerg on one side, and the protoss on the other."

"Bunker and missile turret line is finished, Raynor," the psychic's voice broke in, "Your Raiders are garrisoning them now."

Tychus did not much like Yuriko Thirteen on the face of it, aside from the gift of Sweet Thang. Sure, she was a pretty little thing, only a bit curvy but with the environment suit on it was more than enough. Except when she thumped on all those dang armor panels. On the other hand, he'd damn near shit himself back on Mar Sara watching her blow up the zerg, and while he might not have been some kind of fancy doctor or scientist he knew cutting edge equipment when he saw it. Ghosts were freaky, and she was spookier than any ghost he'd ever seen. Damn psychics. Able to just poke inside his mind whenever she liked, though she'd privately confessed that she was only really good at surface thoughts - which was a damn relief, to be honest. Gave him something to defend himself with next time he had to...talk...to his 'benefactor'. If it came down to a fight, he might have out-muscled her in most places, except her brain. Only, that was more than enough if she wanted to twist him into a damn pretzel with it, armor or not. Thankfully, right now she was busy blowing up zerg with her mind instead, along with shooting them with her gun.

"Good, thanks for holding the zerg off. Can you swing around and help out Tychus and my Raiders?"

"Sure thing, Raynor."

Well shit.

Sure enough, she came screaming in on that super vulture of hers, the one that no one was allowed to touch. Only this time, she jumped off of it and landed in front of the battle group, letting the vulture scoot off into thin air on some unknown mission or another.

"Hold back, people," she said clearly, somehow doing so without yelling despite all the shooting and explosions going on.

Oh, wait, telepathy. Ugh.

And so Tychus, and everyone else, watched as Yuriko raised her hand, and twelve charging protoss suddenly lifted up into the air, screaming and yelling all the while. Then they started to...bulge. First an arm, then a leg, then it looked like they were getting filled up on the inside like a balloon, before finally popping like grotesque piñatas of alien blood and organs. In fact, Tychus realized as he watched that Yuriko hadn't even actually touched the ground, her body lifted up by her own mind so that she hovered. One arm reached out, and one of the protoss turrets sparked and screeched before crumpling inside of its shield before whatever component that powered it was destroyed as well. The other arm reached out, and the big ol' crystals that Jimmy said powered protoss tech got torn out of its moorings and thrown out of sight. Which, of course, shut down the other protoss cannon.

"Okay," Yuriko paused, her inhale audible across the radio.

She raised her arms slightly, fists clenching until the aura of psionic energy around her grew more and more fierce, reminding Tychus far too much of Mar Sara. Only this time she didn't immediately release it.

"Here we go."

And there she went, just floating forwards at a steady pace appropriate for jogging outside of CMC armor. Tychus followed, as did the rest of Jimmy's boys and girls, but it barely seemed like they were needed. Sure, the Tal'darim sent wave after wave of troops against them, weird thin-legged walkers and big stumpy bulky ones joining in with the aliens who tried to attack in melee with weird staff blade things or wrist-blades. They had strategically placed proton cannons, and their smaller robot things could make shields appear that were near impassible when they weren't shooting their big giant laser beams at him. Tychus shot his gun, as did others, and when something got past Yuriko to hit someone, the medics were there to patch them up quick. And when they couldn't, one of the Hyperion medivac dropships came down to grab them. When there was aerial fighters, protoss air power ran straight into his gun and the anti-aircraft missiles of the goliaths. The vikings could easily mop up the rest in fighter mode, slamming down into the earth as walkers in the meantime.

Thing was, though, according to Tychus' finely honed observational skills not a lot made it past Yuriko.

The proton cannons shot at her. The little floating robots shot at her. The walkers shot at her. A protoss flyer that made it past the goliaths and the vikings on a suicide run shot at and tried to ram her. And then they all ran smack dab into a shield that bubbled into existence around her, just like the shield that appeared around her super vulture, only this one was clearly based on her armor somehow. And then around that was that shimmering field of psionic energy, a second shield on top of the first. By the time the first one seemed to melt away, only ever temporarily, the second one held up long enough for her to bring up the first. And in return, Yuriko just waved her hands around, fists clenching and unclenching in time with the crushing of her enemies as if the hand of God himself had come down to squeeze them. Others just flipped up and got tossed into the ground, the walls, each other, at lethal speeds and with fatal force. The heavy walkers got something special, however, her doing some kind of weird wavy movement with her arms and then stabbing out with one hand, index finger extended, from which a blazing lightning bolt of psionic energy shot out. Upon impact the heavy Tal'darim walkers were simply rent apart. Two thirds of the way through, Tychus didn't even bother shooting, it'd be a waste of the rather expensive ammo that Sweet Thang demanded she be fed.

On occasion, however, they came across certain areas that had already seen fighting. Usually from the telltale work of the apparently unpiloted super vulture, going by the explosions and laser-based scorch marks. So apparently the super vulture had done some advanced aggressive recon.

"We're coming up on their main base," Yuriko called out, "Everyone get ready!"

Finally, an actual fight again! This time, the Tal'darim had concentrated themselves in such numbers that not even Yuriko could target them all individually. Activating that 'psychokinetic blast' thing apparently took way too long for her to pull off while under so much simultaneous attack, though she was capable of smaller burst versions of it with significantly reduced range. Once more, Tychus and the rest of Jimmy's troops got into the thick of it, shooting and exploding and killing. On a few occasions, a protoss with wrist blades or some kind of blade on a stick came in close, cutting into someone's armor or body, but the medics present were a definite godsend. Then one came for him, damn near popping out of the shadows like a boogeyman as they'd advanced into the protoss base, shooting this way and that and tackling him, the same happening to other marines and marauders at the same time.

"Die, human!" The alien spat, slicing downwards and cutting into Sweet Thang in two different places, releasing a squeal of torn metal and sparks aplenty.

Sweet Thang was nice and thick enough, but the damn alien's blades cut into her real deep, severing one of the rotating barrels entirely before stopping. The other had punched into the main meat of it, near where it was held. The noise was simultaneously heart breaking and infuriating as Sweet Thang dropped from his near nerveless fingers. Tychus' vision went just a bit red.

"You alien son of a bitch!" Tychus bellowed, voice cracking with emotion. "I'll fuckin' kill you! AAAAAAH!!"

What followed was hell of a scrap, punching and kicking, dodging and blocking. The alien's blades sizzled as they cut against his armor, but Tychus eventually managed to crack the alien right in the face to knock them backwards. At which point another group of marines finally had clear shots and shot the protoss dead, filling them with rounds until they were more chunks of meat than actual being. Tychus breathed heavily as he stared down at them before his head snapped up as he looked around. The fighting was mostly over, by then, the marauders and siege tanks more than enough to bring down protoss buildings, shields or no. Up ahead, of course, was the big fancy altar where the artifact piece waited. More importantly, Sweet Thang lay on the ground where he'd dropped her, scraped a little by the stone but no worse for wear save for the big gouged slice that got taken out of her. Tychus hesitantly picked it up again, trying to spin it up again, only to get a sad little 'blat' of shut down machinery and some unsettling rattles from it.

"Aw, look at what that bastard did to you," He hung his head before patting it. "Don't you worry, girl, we'll get you fixed up," he sighed before he looked around. "Hey! Anybody got a spare gun? Fuckin' protoss broke mine."

The rest of Jimmy's forces looked around at each other, but while plenty of them carried irregular sidearms, most people didn't run around with a spare C-14 on their backs. But then, one of the white and red armored medics walked over, carrying just what he needed with a painted print of some woman or another who wasn't wearing much at all.

"Wallace had to get extracted, I've got his gun," the pretty thing said, offering up the C-14, almost blushing when she handed it to him. "He probably won't mind if you had it for a bit."

"Well much obliged," Tychus grinned at her, his faceplate rising temporarily so he could really turn on the ol' Tychus charm while taking it up, examining the artwork on the gun out of the corner of his eye.

Hell, that boy Wallace had some good taste.

Anything else that they'd planned to say got cancelled right around the time it felt like a minor earthquake was happening. Tychus, along with a lot of people, whirled about as all saw Yuriko Thirteen walk up to the artifact. At which point the giant protoss statues started walking and shooting lasers everywhere. The super vulture appeared from stealth, floating above Yuriko, and began firing, at which point everyone else did as well. C-14 impaler rounds, siege tank blasts, and marauder gauntlet grenade bursts, all of it. Tychus didn't even know if his gun was doing anything, but he fired all the same. One started to crumble, then the second, but Yuriko got to the third. Yelling angrily, she'd thrust both hands out towards it and everyone watched as it rose up into the air, spinning about as gravity temporarily lost its hold. The entire thing started to twitch and crack, then began to compact further and further inward until it was a group of shattered pieces that she let fall to earth.

Yuriko had finally stopped floating about by the end, her feet on the earth once more, the rest of the troops just staring at her.

"Tychus, what's the news, I need an update buddy! The zerg are pushing hard," Jimmy's voice broke into the silence.

"Uh…we're good, partner," Tychus said back. "You can send in a drop ship now."

"Yeah, my boys are already on their way," Swann's voice came through. "Jeez, could practically see the lightshow from the ship."

Sure enough, the special dropship that Jimmy had sitting in the Hyperion was already flying in. Tychus sniffed, lighting up his cigar, and surveyed the absolute destruction that Yuriko had left behind her. And, if he was honest, it was one of the most attractive things he'd ever seen.

Then the radio crackled to life, but no one spoke at first. Instead, there was just a strange squelching wet noise and haggard distant breathing in the background. As if the radio was inside someone's open chest cavity, somehow.

"I forgot how resourceful you were, Jim," a cold voice came across, so full of menace that Tychus felt himself shudder.

Around him, most everyone else had reacted the same or worse. Tychus could swear that he heard a marauder whimper. Then she hissed once more.

"I won't make that mistake twice."

It felt like the world had come to a stop, even though in the distance they could still hear the sounds of zerg throwing themselves against the protoss and terran defenses alike. For the moment, at least. But just when Tychus had begun to hope that he wouldn't have to hear another word, that disturbingly organic crackle on the radio came to life once more.

"…and you," the voice hissed. "I remember you, little snake. I shouldn't be surprised that MannCo wormed their way onto your ship, Jim. But their toy soldiers won't save you either."

There was only one MannCo representative on the entire planet of Monlyth, and everyone knew it. Yuriko's expression was, of course, unreadable by all thanks to that damn faceless helmet she wore during the fighting. On the one hand, apparent total protection for the eyes and other vulnerable areas, on the other, it was creepy as all get out. Gave Tychus the damn willies. She just stood there, head tilting towards the sky where the enormous zerg wormhole still let loose a seemingly endless tidal wave of the aliens onto Monlyth.

But then the moment passed, and then another. And eventually they realized that that was it.

"Let's get the hell out of here," Raynor called out, his voice the mixture of flat and rumbling that only dangerously angry folks had. "Everyone get back to base, and we'll extract back to the Hyperion."

But Tychus was a bit more focused on the fact that the so-called Queen of Blades apparently knew Jimmy boy. Knew him real, real well. Now that was something he'd have to look into. And apparently little Ms. Thirteen as well. Now there was a firestorm coming, and he was just smart enough to know that he was going to have to steer clear of both of them for a day or two at least.
 
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99 – Residue
99 – Residue​

Raynor was going on quite a bender, and as such Yuriko decided to avoid the cantina for the time being. It was one thing for him to know that MannCo had been resisting the zerg across the sector. It was another to hear Kerrigan's words. No doubt he'd come calling, but he hadn't just yet. He'd posted up in the smaller upper lounge, drinking alone with regular orders for drinks and smokes to be sent up to him. A cursory scan of the minds of the other Raiders in the cantina showed them occasionally looking up at him, brooding a hole right into the metal walls. It wasn't as if it were unforeseen, after all, considering just how much guilt and rage he felt over the complicated issue that was Kerrigan. The cusp of love, the trickery, the betrayal, all of it tangled further by Kerrigan's deeds as the Queen of Blades. Even after she'd discussed the matter with Mann, Yuriko wasn't quite sure how much of Kerrigan's actions could be blamed on her being twisted about by the horrific transformation forced upon her and her subsequent 'raising' by the Overmind, and how much was just Kerrigan herself.

For now, it didn't matter. Instead, Yuriko left the cantina behind and headed to the laboratory. It was remarkably small, all things considered, though there were side rooms and sub-labs connected to the main room where the artifact was stored. It was remarkable what was apparently possible here, and she just had to see it for herself. As soon as the door opened, despite the containment field, she felt an odd ripple across her psionic senses coming right from the Keystone, not that it was known by that name just yet. She also, unpleasantly, could feel the unwholesome slimy impression of zerg, and the odd wind chime flutter touch of protoss crystals.

"Uh, I…d'yehello," Stetmann eventually stammered out, nearly dropping his pad in shock as she looked over at him.

"Yuriko, hello," Dr. Hanson said brightly. "Can we help you with anything?"

"Just came to see the pieces," Yuriko said as she looked at the floating chunks of alien material. "Hmm. Weird buzz in my mind."

Stetmann was there in an instant.

"Really? Oh, that's interesting! I had wondered if it was just some kind of mechanical failure in the vents or something, but if you're saying that it might be something that is actually affecting brain chemistry, or maybe just for psionics? Does that mean I have psionics, or-,"

"Calm down, Stetmann," Yuriko interrupted. "Breathe."

The scientist blinked rapidly at her several times before doing what she said.

"Uh…right, sorry. Tangents can hit me sometimes," he chuckled nervously.

Yuriko smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. Now…what's going on in here?" She said as she approached the two test tubes. "This is where the samples I brought back went to, hmm?"

And just like that, Stetmann's mind had reset and shot off on another track, Dr. Hanson huffing in bemusement at the younger man's energy.

"Oh! Yes, it's fascinating. See, I placed this in a simple saline solution for storage, but somehow, twelve hours later? 533% increase in density!" He said, excitedly, though it dimmed somewhat as he tried to avoid thinking about where or how specifically it had managed that.

"And this…little nodule of flesh here is your zerg sample," she pointed at the tube next to the protoss one.

"…yeah," Stetmann rubbed at the back of his head. "It's fascinating, really, I've got some really interesting data, but it's also zerg. It's pretty freaky," he shuddered.

"Oh?" She prompted, even as she saw the bewildering information flash through the mental hurricane. "What sorts of data?"

"Well, I already got some information from ultralisk cells, and spore crawlers, but I just don't have the time to pursue all of it."

Yuriko tilted her head at him.

"It's not a resource problem?"

"Nah, I mean, money and better equipment helps, but I can literally only spend so much time studying and prototyping and putting things into effect."

"A shame. Well, perhaps you'll have that time," she shrugged, "Depending on how long this all goes on, of course."

"Well, hopefully not too long," Stetmann chuckled nervously again. "It'd be nice to work on my research when we aren't running around fighting."

"Fair enough," Yuriko nodded. "Tell me, would you be willing to take on other samples of protoss and divergent zerg bio-forms and the like? If MannCo delivered them to you?"

Stetmann nearly stopped breathing, so extreme was his sudden outpouring of excitement.

"Oh! Really?! Y-you mean it?! Because my research – I – that would be fantastic! I don't have any money, to, to uh-,"

"Stetmann," Yuriko chuckled, "The things you're learning and doing are substantial, and no one else is doing it. We're happy to see it happen, if only you give us access to the results. Would that be a good enough exchange?"

"Oh man," he said, shoving the data pad in his pockets haphazardly, nearly bruising his arm on the canned energy drinks he'd strapped to himself, "That would…yeah!" He reached forward with both hands, shaking her one offered hand with remarkable vigorousness for how spindly his arms were.

Then he realized he'd been shaking her hand for a solid minute and let go as if burned.

"I, uh, sorry. Heh," he ran a hand through his hair again, "But uh, seriously, that would be amazing. I…I would have to really alter my timetables, my tests, but…yeah! Thank you!"

"Excellent. I'll send you a list of potentials that we could deliver to you, I don't want to take you away from your research work," she bowed shallowly to him before turning to Dr. Hanson. "I did also want to talk to you Dr. Hanson. Have you given any further thought to my proposal?"

Stetmann didn't even need to be dismissed, the minute Yuriko had turned half a centimeter away the young man had gotten lost in thoughts about several mathematics equations and biological research into the zerg sample. Brilliant, of course, but his mind was simply chaotic. Dr. Hanson, on the other hand, was like far more focused, like a beam of light that could occasionally split apart without losing coherency. While part of her was focused on the Keystone, another wondered at the genetics research possible with the zerg sample, and another on the protoss work, the vast majority of her remarkably compassionate intelligence was focused on providing a new home for her people.

"Ah, joining Umoja?" Dr. Hanson tucked an errant hair behind her ear as she pursed her lips. "I have. I did some checking, and you were right about Meinhoff." A significant flare of anger appeared in her mind. "Mengsk just doesn't care. There's no space, no food, no water, and yet more and more people are heading there because everyone else is." Dr. Hanson huffed. "I nearly fell into the same trap if you hadn't talked to me."

Yuriko quirked an eyebrow.

"No problem. You're still MannCo clients, after all. Though, I do have some bad news," she said apologetically.

"Oh?" Dr. Hanson's complete and total attention fell on her, the scattered thought paths momentarily halting.

"It was reported by Donny Vermillion today that you were confirmed to have gotten off of Agria with the help of Raynor's Raiders, but he tried to link it to zerg mind control and something about it being an old Confederate world."

Anger, now, anger and worry and grief.

"Oh…," Dr. Hanson took a shuddering breath to try and center herself, one hand going to the research console to steady herself. But she was too smart to miss the implications. "So…so are we hostages or traitors, then?"

Yuriko waggled her hands up and down, her shoulders hunching with the motion.

"Donny couldn't seem to decide. But either way, I don't think anything in Dominion space or nearby is going to work out very well."

Dr. Hanson didn't immediately respond. Instead, her mind blitzed over possibilities and problems. Self-recrimination, anger, guilt, and more were processed and examined. She was processing her emotions and thoughts at remarkably high speeds. The reason that Meinhoff had been used as the main staging ground for refugees was because it was just on the edge of Dominion and Combine space, and the majority of the zerg's attention seemed mostly focused on the Dominion. At least, that had been the hope, until the Swarm had begun spreading into the Combine's territory, causing them to abandon their fringe worlds such as Redstone.

"Okay," Dr. Hanson inhaled deeply. "Okay. Well…okay."

"They'd also made it seem like it was MannCo's fault Agria fell to the zerg," Yuriko added sourly. "As if the Dominion hadn't picked up and run away beforehand."

One day, and one day soon, there would be a reckoning for Donny Vermillion. Tarsonis awaited, after all.

"So…you said that MannCo had contacts in Umoja?" Dr. Hanson pushed her fingers up her nose, doing an admirable job at holding her composure.

Outwardly, at least. Inwardly, she was on the verge of sobbing, but Yuriko wasn't going to do the woman a disserve by bringing that up.

"Yes," Yuriko nodded. "There are a number of worlds within the territories of the Protectorate that could be terraformed that are currently unsettled. It wouldn't be an unspoiled paradise like Agria, but with a bit of work…it could be. Alternatively, I'm sure someone in the Combine would appreciate your researcher's expertise."

Dr. Hanson let out a shaky breath.

"I…suppose that is true," she sighed. "Having to bargain for our very lives," she laughed bitterly before looking at Yuriko. "Is MannCo going to throw its hat into the ring as well? I paid our contract with MannCo with our terraforming research, after all."

Yuriko opened her mouth for a moment, but then closed it.

"I don't know," she answered honestly.

The plan had been for Umoja, but for some reason she'd not thought about MannCo hosting the colonists at all.

"Obviously, MannCo doesn't own any planets or have any recognized planetary claims in the Korprulu Sector," she said quickly.

Dr. Hanson just smile at her wryly. She didn't need to be a legally recognized genius to understand.

"Maybe…the Korprulu Sector just has a bit too much war," she said with a too-casual shrug.

The hope for peace, a place unspoiled by the constant fighting, was so bright it would have been blinding if it were a physical entity. Though she did not have the same robotics and weapons engineering knowledge that Stetmann or Swann had, she had already heard the rumors of the advanced technology that Yuriko possessed.

"Maybe," Yuriko nodded. "I can ask about it. If you'll excuse me?"

"Of course."

An hour later, she managed to find a private space. It was actually growing a bit more difficult than before. Of course, it was understandable, between the Agria colonist recruits and mercenaries the Hyperion was a bit fuller than it had been at the start. And, just like for her, the request surprised Mann as well.

"Well fuck me running," he said with a bit of a laugh, rubbing his face with one hand. "I didn't even think of that. I just didn't want them to force the hand of the protoss on Haven because of getting infected on Meinhoff."

"Are there any planets that would be appropriate?" She asked between munching on some generically branded potato chips.

Mann just raised an eyebrow.

"Are you kidding me? Plenty. She paid for the defense group with Agria's knowledge on terraforming, after all. Between that, weather control systems, and the chronospheres, and just testing all that out? Got at least a dozen worlds I think could justifiably be considered paradise planets. Plus, technically, since they never went to Meinhoff, they never got hit by the infection there. They could go to Haven."

Yuriko choked momentarily on her chips before she crushed them with her telekinesis and forced the shards down into her stomach.

"Wow, really?"

"Really," Mann nodded seriously. "I can send you a list and some coordinates…," he paused, stroking his chin. "But if she wants to settle her people on any of them, she needs to promise to remain on the Hyperion with the Raiders for at least a year. Haven included."

Yuriko paused as she'd begun to sit up, her data pad already blinking as the new information was downloaded to it.

"Really?"

"She's a good influence on Raynor. Right now, right after his first confirmed re-encounter with Kerrigan? He needs that sort of thing, for now and for later. Not to mention the general scientific expertise." Mann folded his arms. "Do you disagree?"

Yuriko hummed as she sat back down, thinking to herself, mentally reviewing the thought patterns and emotions of the people of the Hyperion. Dark moods, humor, laughter, joy, pride in a job well done, earnest happiness for doing a good deed. All that and more had passed from the crew of the Hyperion's minds straight into Yuriko's if she wasn't careful. It wasn't too hard to track the emotional state of people from one day to the next based on who they talked to.

"I'd say adjust the contract so that she can leave if MannCo chooses to release her before her year is up, depending on events," Yuriko eventually decided.

"Mmm…fair enough. Contract transferred."

"Appreciated," she waved her data pad at him before putting it aside, hands folding in her lap. "So how are things going?"

Mann bobbed his head from side to side as he thought.

"Tal'darim have heavily fortified the remaining planets they have left, and have ventured out from Slayn again now that we've eased up. They pretty rapidly built up their ship building capability again…and I'm pretty sure they have a hell of a grudge against terrans now."

Yuriko winced. The sheer fanaticism and stubbornness inherent in the Tal'darim had required a considerable amount of damage to remove them as a military threat to the rest of the Korprulu Sector, or to at least reduce that threat. But Mann had refused to end them as a civilization, as well, and in the end had simply left Slayn to rebuild itself hopefully for a long time. At the same time, knowing that they were facing terran ships with terran-seeming droids, had most certainly given them a target to go after if they ever managed to recover their full strength.

"That's…not what I mean, but good to know."

Mann blinked.

"Yeah? What did you mean then? You're the telepath, not me."

"I meant how are you, Mann."

"Oh…heh," he paused, and though he possessed absolute control over his body, he still let the uncertainty show. "I guess I'm doing all right. How about you?"

"About the same," she chuckled, popping the last chip into her mouth and crumpling up the bag with her mind before tossing it into a nearby trash can. "But we can do better than that. Seriously, what's up?"

It was nice, sometimes, to just be able to talk. To let the walls and acts and roles down, just for a bit.

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"Captain."

"For helping us out with the Hyperion and everything else, you can call me Matt," the Captain of the Hyperion said with a smile that flickered only slightly as he considered the words of Kerrigan on Monlyth.

Yuriko returned the smile with one of her own.

"Matt, then. While Raynor seems…a bit incapacitated at the moment," she said lightly, even as it darkened Matt's face with his own unique cocktails of emotions. "Are you allowed to move or deploy the Raiders about?"

Matt Horner was an interesting mind to read. The true idealist, the rebel, the military officer, all at once and then some. He looked up to Raynor, very much so, but also the man's increased emotional instability and cynical nature was beginning to grind up friction between the two men. He still believed in Raynor, in the mission, in the revolution. But there was a strain there, one that she could quite literally see in the man's mind. At the moment, he'd been looking out the bridge into the void of space, yet now he half-turned to her, hands folded behind his back.

"It's not really something that's come up before," he shook his head. "Why, does MannCo have another job for us?"

"We're still waiting on any new information on the next location that Moebius would want the Raiders to hit. And in all honesty, it should be quick," she shrugged. "After all, the revolution is a hungry beast, when it comes to cash."

Matt sighed. She knew she was right, and he knew that she knew. All that was required was for her to walk past the man and some of the other upper staff amongst the Raiders and she could pick out costs and payments for all sorts of things. Though Swann had used up the vast majority on the ship in one shot, the rest had gone just about as quickly. Just because the crew didn't necessarily have proper wages and a pay schedule like a company would, it didn't mean that they didn't need money to pay for all sorts of things. Refilling the ship's supplies in foodstuffs and munitions and the like hadn't been cheap, even when buying in significant bulk. The payday from Redstone had also gone quickly, into purchasing new mercenary contracts and further supplies for the ship to carry in the form of munitions and fuel during battle. They'd also purchased a few more vehicles from MannCo, mostly in the form of air power in various forms. They still had a considerable amount of money left over, at the moment, but that could end at any given time and both of them knew it.

"That is true, now we're actually not in debt to anyone or anything, and our bills are all paid up," he said with significant relish before pausing. "But I don't feel comfortable going around the Commander's back like that. Plus…,"

Ah, yes, here it was.

"Kerrigan…," Matt turned fully to her, descending the few steps to stand directly in front of her. "I listened to the recording of her speaking, back on Monlyth, a couple of times."

He stared her right in the eyes, unblinking, which was remarkable considering what was already known about her abilities.

"It's not surprising that she knows about MannCo, they've been resisting her on the fringes for a while now, making sure people can evacuate to Meinhoff and other locations," he said, placing a hand on the star map and running his hand against it, inspecting his fingers for dust before looking back at her. "But she referred to you specifically. She knows you."

"Yes," Yuriko shrugged. "We've…encountered one another before. She didn't care for me. Or MannCo."

The confession had the effect that she'd expected, a dead silence across the entire bridge.

"…care to elaborate on that?" He asked carefully.

"It was before her big invasion," Yuriko said calmly. "MannCo was doing some deep space exploration, and happened to run into her. She destroyed the expedition force, but didn't manage to get me."

Matt just looked her up and down.

"You…survived a direct encounter with the Queen of Blades," he said, the sentence a statement rather than a question.

"Well it wasn't easy," she rolled one shoulder, "But yes. Raynor's managed to do the same, you know, and he's not even a psychic."

"And all because you were doing some 'exploring'?" Matt raised an eyebrow.

"There's a lot of worlds out there, Matt," Yuriko smirked, "Sometimes it's easier to go a little out of everyone else's territory rather than deal with competing claims and the like for mining and such. The Korprulu Sector isn't the rest of the galaxy," she said casually. "Let alone the universe."

Matt shook his head.

"The Commander isn't going to be pleased that you didn't mention this before," Matt said. "Kerrigan is…,"

"I know," she interrupted, holding up a hand as she did so. "That's why I didn't mention it. Raynor, when it comes to her, is…emotionally…," she trailed off and wiggled a hand in the air. "You know."

And she knew that Matt did.

"And you could see that with your mind, I suppose?"

"That and just knowing who she used to be," Yuriko nodded, drawing a look of surprise from Matt.

"You…really?"

While Raynor had confided in him about much, he'd always been considerably tight-lipped about the matters of Sarah Kerrigan. When Matt Horner had known Sarah Kerrigan, it was only for a short time. Two missions, Orna III and then to Tarsonis. Then she'd been taken by the Swarm as Mengsk let the veneer fall to reveal his true ambitions. There was, in truth, little that Matt knew about her time in the Sons of Korhal, much less of her time in the Confederacy. And Yuriko could see that he'd actually made the attempt to look more than once, only to run into the erasure efforts of the Dominion time and again until he'd given up.

Yuriko made a show of glancing around the bridge and stepped just a bit closer to him.

"Mengsk tried, he really tried, but he couldn't erase all of it," she murmured quietly before she stepped back again. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll get ready for whenever Raynor decides to come yell at me."

Matt was too shocked and thoughtful about what she'd revealed and hinted at to stop her.

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It had taken one day's drinking binge and a twelve-hour stint of sleeping it off before Raynor finally came around to find her. He'd been met by Matt first, of course, the loyal man seeking to prevent too much friction with a group also aligned against the Dominion in the interest of common cause. Which, thankfully, had done quite a bit to bank the flames, and turned what might have been an angry march to knock at her door was a lot more sedate. Not that he wasn't still drinking of course, she could feel the slight muddling of his mind as he took long pulls off his flask on the way over, a lit cigarette in his mouth. He didn't even bother knocking, just standing there expectantly with the rather openly broadcasted thought to open the door, at which point she did. Yuriko sat on the bed in the crew quarters she'd been offered, gun on the table next to her, with little to no decoration in the otherwise slate grey metal box.

"Hey Raynor," she said, arms propping her up, head tilting to the side.

"Yuriko," he greeted back, leaning in the doorframe without actually entering, taking a drag of his cigarette as he regarded her, eyes looking around the room and stopping briefly on her gun. "So. You've met Kerrigan before?"

She didn't miss how one hand was just shy of touching at the revolver of his that was always on his person. It wasn't like he thought he'd get her, her psionic shield had been proven to be quite capable by this point, as had the actual shield that her armor projected. But it was a reasonably serious sign of intent, distrust, and potential threat. To most, it would have just looked like his hand was just on his hip. But she could see past that, and he knew that she could.

"Yes. It wasn't a pleasant meeting."

"And you uh, didn't think it might be relevant to tell me? Considering what you MannCo types seem to know, after all," he said with a calm that belied the roiling emotions beneath the surface. "About me. About everyone. About everything."

"What would it have accomplished? MannCo has had encounters with the zerg before the war began, out in the deeper places, sometimes unexpectedly, sometimes on purpose," she shrugged. "I never lied to you about that Raynor, I just never mentioned it."

Raynor just smoked his cigarette a bit more.

"You make it awful hard to trust you, Yuriko Thirteen," he eventually said, his eyes almost hooded.

"I know," she nodded, bobbing one of her feet slightly. "I can promise you up and down that we aren't working against the Raiders, and that we are opposed to Mengsk, but other things I'm less inclined to talk about. MannCo is happy to offer you a lot of support, but if you want me off your ship, I'll leave," she lolled her head around while keeping her eyes on him. "We've all got our secrets, Raynor."

Raynor rolled the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled sharply through his nose. Behind him, the hallway of the Hyperion was brightly illuminated, the addition of the new generators removing brownouts and flickering lights entirely across the entire ship. MannCo had helped out the Raiders a lot. A hell of a lot. And Raynor knew it. Yuriko watched his thoughts pick over what had been done for them, the money and material. It was only now that he was wondering if he'd been taking alms from a devil he didn't know, rather than the devil he did and had abandoned. She'd personally supported his troops, saving their lives from zerg and protoss alike. But Raynor had had his life and those of a lot of people of Mar Sara saved by Arcturus Mengsk. He had believed in the mission of going against the tyranny of the Confederacy. And then Arcturus Mengsk had turned around and sacrificed the literal billions of people on Tarsonis, guilty and innocent alike, all to create his Dominion, itself only slightly different than the Confederacy beyond a coat of paint. At what point did sheer material aid and participation in saving the lives of his men get outweighed by suspicion? James Raynor was quite the cynical man, after all. Yuriko actually watched the conclusion come together, of how much he hated Mengsk, and his acceptance of a potential knife at his back. He was, she knew, potentially capable of working with a murderous pirate, of fully thinking that he would die long before the better future he still fought for would come. It wasn't too far of a stretch to work with them. For now.

"I could ask for specifics, but I'll bet you ain't gonna tell me," he eventually said grimly.

"Not right now," she shrugged. "But in time, probably."

That pulled him up short. He'd been expecting her to acknowledge it, give a full admission of opacity rather than transparency.

"'In time'," he echoed, eyebrow raised. "Should I expect a timeline on that?"

"Eh," she waved a hand. "It depends. Still, I do apologize for keeping you in the dark on it."

"Doesn't mean you're gonna stop," he snorted, tapping his cig to knock some of the ash off of it into the hallway.

"Not entirely, no," she admitted freely. "But I can see what you're thinking, Mr. Raynor, and I can promise you we have no intention of being the second coming of the Sons of Korhal. We are a company, not a government-in-waiting, and not something like the Combine either."

His expression tightened as he looked down at her.

"You can say that till you're blue in the face, ma'am. It's just what someone who was planning on that would say, though," he shook his head and took a sip from his flask.

"Mmm, you're right," she sighed, "I suppose the only way to prove it is to keep helping you and just never betray you," she half-swooned. "Oh, what a difficult task."

Despite himself, Raynor let loose a weary laugh.

"Damn it, Yuriko," he sagged, hand moving away from his hip to his forehead. "What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Move on until it becomes an issue?" She suggested brightly. "Focus on other things?"

Raynor just shook his head and straightened, stepping back into the hallway.

"We ain't done here. I want those answers you promised me, sooner or later," he pointed at her.

"You'll get them," she said demurely. "I can promise you that much."

Perhaps not in the way he expected, but he would.
 
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100 – Breathe Easy
100 – Breathe Easy​

On the bridge of the Hyperion, the star map blinked to life.

"You know, when your Moebius buddies said they wanted us to locate these artifacts, I figured they'd know where more'n just two of 'em were," Jimmy said after a sip from his flask.

"Hell, I ain't no egghead. Bring it up with Moebius if you wanna, Jimmy. I figure we can sit back and relax a bit till them come calling anyhow," Tychus replied, lighting his cigar as he did so.

Jimmy just sighed and hung his head, a faint groan escaping him as he looked up again at the star map, and more particularly at one blinking world.

"…Bel'shir," he said the name of the planet aloud. "Why is 'Bel'shir' showing itself up on my star map, Matt?"

Matt looked up from where he'd been conferring with another of the bridge crew, Lieutenant Jessica Hall. The brunette was good, real good, and Jimmy knew that if the Raiders ever managed to get a second battlecruiser to their name that Matt would definitely slot her into commanding it as Captain. She had the aptitude, the skills, and the loyalty for it. After nodding to the woman and murmuring to her he descended the steps and stepped up to the star map to study it.

"Ah, yes. Yuriko punched that one in," he said, scrutinizing it before turning back to Jimmy. "Didn't say much else about it."

It was then that Jimmy realized that Yuriko Thirteen actually wasn't on the bridge. In point of fact, he hadn't seen her since their conversation last night.

"Well, get her up here. Ain't like we got much else going on at the moment," Jimmy looked pointedly at Tychus, to which his old partner just huffed and looked away.

At least they'd gotten the database screen fixed after Tychus had put out his last cigar on it. Damn thing left a huge smudge that Matt had gotten surprisingly ornery about.

"Yes sir," Matt nodded before looking over to Cade at the comm's console. "Cade?"

Cade nodded and pressed a button, clearing his throat as he did.

"Yuriko to the bridge, Yuriko to the bridge," he said into the intercom.

It was only a few minute before Yuriko arrived, looking at them all curiously.

"Well, here I am," she said with a small psionic flounce, both of her feet off the ground for a handful of seconds longer than gravity would normally enforce. "What's – ah, Bel'shir," she interrupted herself as she no doubt read the thoughts on their minds. "Yeah, that's another side mission if you all are interested."

Jimmy stepped back and gestured to the star map.

"Care to enlighten us?"

"Sure," Yuriko nodded as she stepped up and pressed a finger to the planet in question, blowing up its slowly rotating image to much larger size. "Bel'shir is another Tal'darim holdout planet, and is one of the most prolific known sources for something called terrazine gas."

"Tal'darim, huh," Jimmy rubbed at his jaw. "Those guys don't play around."

"Indeed they do not," Yuriko nodded firmly. "Unlike last time, however, we shouldn't be in danger of a sudden zerg invasion at the same time. In that same vein, they won't be distracted by any said zerg invasion."

"But you think it's worth it to go down there anyway," Jimmy pointed out, glancing back at Matt and then back at Yuriko.

"For the Raiders, certainly," she settled into an attention posture, "If only for the money that we'll pay you for recovering a significant quantity of terrazine gas."

Jimmy glanced at the seemingly innocuous planet displayed on the star map and considered their standing forces. On the promises of professionalism by Mr. Hill, he'd purchased some more mercenary contracts. He was leery of Spartan Company's membership, but they hadn't caused any trouble just yet. He'd also gotten some of the infamous Hel's Angels, not just for their combat abilities but to help train the Raiders who'd chosen to try and become viking pilots. He was happier about hiring the Dusk Wings, if only because it was amusing to hire them on because it would piss the Dominion off, what with them being traitors and thieves who'd stolen one of the first produced flights of the new banshee flyers. It'd be good to run them alongside the Raiders, work out any kinks and friction if any. On the other hand, going against Protoss wasn't the same as zerg, or the Dominion.

"What, precisely, is this terrazine for? You already told us about the jorium, is it related?"

"Very good, Raynor," Yuriko smiled at him. "Terrazine and jorium, if mixed together properly, are capable of creating a powerful cocktail that can greatly increase the psychic powers of terran psychics."

Jimmy blinked rapidly at the information, as did Matt.

"Of course, the problem with terrazine is that it is addictive, and can cause several serious side effects," she brought up a hand and began ticking off fingers. "Violent outbursts most importantly, considering what a maddened psychic might do, coupled with memory loss and hallucination issues."

Jimmy and Matt looked at one another, and if Jimmy didn't miss his guess Tychus was looking mighty concerned.

"It was mostly used in the 'Shadowblade' project, an attempt by the Dominion to make next generation ghosts," she continued, "Which resulted in them mostly going insane, trying to kill Mengsk, and various other major psychological issues."

"And…what, you're trying to start that up again?" He asked cautiously.

Yuriko laughed, no, outright guffawed in Jimmy's face.

"Absolutely not. No, terrazine also rejuvenates brain cells, to the point of being able to overcome memory wipes and the like. It can also improve cognitive function. So, what with those two quite varied results of exposure, you can understand why MannCo might want to examine it," she explained quickly before pursing her lips and tapping a finger against them. "Thankfully, the jorium helps stabilize it, and reduces the more negative effects. The survivors of Shadowblade have proven it's technically viable, if a bit strict in terms of mixture consumption scheduling."

Jimmy paused at that, having to do a double-take.

"I…what? Excuse me?"

"They're called 'spectres', and technically are on average stronger psychics than Dominion standard ghosts," Yuriko shrugged sheepishly, clearly purposefully misinterpreting his confusion. "Anyhow, the Tal'darim regard terrazine as the 'Breath of Creation', given to them as a gift from those entities that they worship."

"Stop, pause," Jimmy shook his head. "You…MannCo has these…spectres? With them? Dominion traitors that tried to kill Mengsk?"

Yuriko just raised an eyebrow at him.

"You've met on already, Raynor," she said slowly. "We hugged and everything."

Jimmy's mind whirled. Laughter, cheerful exchanges. Two hulking power armored unknowns that to this day Jimmy didn't actually know the names of.

"That…Nova woman?"

Yuriko just nodded. The cigar fell out of Tychus' mouth, but the big man just barely recovered caught it before it hit the ground.

"She came late to the program, but…mmm," she drew her head back, eyes wide and whistling, "Even before she became a spectre she was the most powerful Dominion ghost on record. Her Psi Index was only outshined by a hair by the most powerful Confederate ghost on record, Sarah Kerrigan."

A series of sharp intakes of breath came across the entire bridge. Kachinsky, who'd arrived to fiddle with one of the consoles that had been on the fritz recently, tried to sit up from the machine's guts so quickly that he slammed the back of his head on a panel, letting loose a quiet curse. Jimmy tried to fit that in his head, found it didn't fit, and then spun the block around mentally until it finally slotted in. Matt looked as shocked as Jimmy had ever seen him. Jimmy didn't know everything that there was to know about psychics, but he knew what the Psi Index meant. If Nova was just under Sarah, emphasis on 'was', then with the aid of the…hell, he didn't know what to call it, 'spectre mix'? That meant she was even stronger now.

"And before you ask, no I'm not a spectre," Yuriko added on as an afterthought. "And while Nova is the strongest spectre now, the…improvements," she said with distaste, "That the zerg gave the Queen of Blades are impossible to match, even with jorium and terrazine."

All right, that was enough of that. Jimmy needed a drink after hearing it all, and proceeded to do so. For once, everyone didn't stare at him looking like sad dogs when he did it. If anything, Matt looked almost like he was gonna ask for a bit for himself. Yuriko remained silent as everyone contemplated what they'd been told, and it was enough time for him to take out a cigarette and light it as well, managing one long drag of it as he leaned himself against the star map, propping himself up with his arms. Tychus was just staring at something in the middle distance, ignoring how his cigar burnt itself up in his armor's fingers.

"Anyway," Yuriko said after a while, looking amongst them all. "That's what we'd be willing to pay the Raiders to hit Bel'shir for. They have these sort of altar things set up as gas releases, just need to cap them with some canisters with your SCVs. I can give the schematic for making them to Swann."

Jimmy took another slow drag of his coffin nail, followed by a nice burning sip from his flask.

"Yeah, okay. Could let us work out some more kinks with some of that newer tech that we got."

He'd scarcely ever dreamed that the Raiders would have access to even slightly the same level of tech that Mengsk had. It had just seemed impossible, for so long. But now they too had vikings and banshees and wraiths in the air. On the ground, they had reapers and marauders and the like as well. By now, the Raiders were practically an actual army, at this point, a far cry from the rag tag band they'd barely been back on Mar Sara. Which felt like – and was – a staggeringly short time ago, all things considered. All thanks to MannCo, though, which rather soured things just a bit.

"Setting course to Bel'shir, sir."

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"Get your forces landed and set up properly, but watch out, the Tal'darim are already aggressive for protoss, they'll only get more incensed when you begin gathering the terrazine," Yuriko told Raynor before putting her helmet on and leaping aboard her super vulture.

"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna be doing?" He said back, looking away at the command center as it rumbled to life.

Soon enough, it, and all the others would be lifting off with their boosters from low orbit to descend through the atmosphere.

"I'll be harrying the enemy, Raynor, don't worry," she patted the side of her quietly rumbling ride before activating its stealth and shield systems.

Then, technically hidden from sight, she began flicking a few extra switches and buttons, causing the vulture to reconfigure itself. The noise was audible, of course, the clanking and shunting of metal moving about and resealing itself with a hiss. The enclosure where she sat was already almost completely protected and covering from the outside, with the right alloys and materials increasing its durability. This time, however, it hissed as the atmosphere outside was blocked off entirely, and new recycled oxygen was pumped into the cockpit of what wasn't necessarily a vulture much at all at the moment aside from vaguely similar profiles.

"Uh…Yuriko? I just heard a hell of a lot of noise, there," Raynor said, knocking his fist with a remarkably good guess as to where the vulture still was. "What's going on?"

"I'm going down to Bel'shir, obviously," she said, her voice now transmitted across crackling radio rather than audible through the thrice-sealed layers.

"I figured that part, but the drop ships aren't coming to this docking bay yet, they gotta load the SCVs and others," he said, crossing his arms.

He was trying to squint at her, only he didn't quite know precisely where she was. Made a pretty good guess though.

"No, I mean, I'm going right now."

He was forced to step back as the vulture boosted itself vertically with a gust of hot air.

"Wait, what?!"

Yuriko grinned and leaned lower against the seat, practically pressing herself flat.

"See you down there."

She gunned the engine, and shot out of the docking bay's energy field into the cold vacuum of space. For a moment, the only thing she could hear was the silent hum of her ride's systems going through one last systems check. Quietly, she checked the current atmospheric conditions down on Bel'shir near the target zone, marking major Tal'darim locations and bases both in and outside of the main zone that the Raiders would be deploying to with the aid of the invisible scout drones that had been sent on ahead of even the Hyperion's own less advanced and far more obvious ones. In the meantime, Raynor was calling her.

"Yes, Raynor?" She said absentmindedly, "Did you need something?"

"How about an explanation!" He yelped. "Did you or did you not just fly out of my ship on a vulture!?"

"Super vulture," she corrected gently, "That's what your people call it anyway."

"And it's…rated for zero-g maneuvering and space flight without compromising its stealth field? That ain't a vulture, that's a wraith."

Yuriko smirked and shook her head before punching in the last set of coordinates she needed.

"Actually, if you must know, Raynor, it's a Basilisk," she made sure to emphasize the last word. "Or at least derivative of one."

"A what?"

"Raynor…I'm not going to lie to you," she waited a beat. "Bye!" She cut of the radio and pointed herself at the planet.

Then she was shooting forward at high speed, punching through the layers of the atmosphere until the sheer heat made it irresponsible to bother with the cloaking system's draw on the power. The alloys and shielding made it completely comfortable inside while specialized cameras capable of piercing through the surrounding blaze of heat that was trying and failing to burn her up looked beyond. It was impossible to miss her arrival, but as of yet the Tal'darim weren't entirely sure just what had arrived. They assumed it was terran, of course, as they'd no doubt seen the Hyperion in orbit, but she'd already completed her descent and leveled out while moderately decelerating. At the same time, the first few Raiders drop ships came in, though far less flashy, followed by the comparatively sluggish booster rockets available to the buildings. Only then did the Tal'darim Executor deem it right to speak, though Yuriko had watched with the stealthed MannCo drones as he'd marshalled his forces beforehand.

"Begone from here, terrans! This sacred land was ours before your wretched kind ever reached the stars, and shall be once you are but dust!"

"No need to be rude, pal," Raynor responded immediately, just as the command center landed with a heavy thud and spewed out SCVs. "We're just here to pick up some gas, and then we'll be right out of here."

Amusingly, just as the Executor had already prepared his forces for an assault before ordering them to leave, Raynor's promise was only half-true considering the fact that the drop ships had ensured a rather significant deployment of not just the Raiders but their hired mercenaries too. Both of them had known there would be a fight coming, a major one. Unfortunately for the Tal'darim, Yuriko was on the side of the Raiders.

"The Breath of Creation is meant for the Tal'darim alone!" The Executor just about shouted back. "Your defilement shall not be allowed. Warriors, eradicate these interlopers!"

And so it began.

"All right, let's see what we can do," she hummed, pressing a button on the super vulture's console which produced a new screen titled 'Warhead Arsenal' with associated names and miniaturized numbers as according to stock that she began swiping through. "Vacuum imploder, baradium city cracker, ZPM, no, no, no, maybe, no…ah, here we go, good old regular terran tactical nukes."

In the meantime, the battle had already begun with violent clashes between the Raiders and Tal'darim over the altars. Missiles flew through the air against protoss flyers, siege tanks obliterated zealous charges with their shock cannons, while Raynor slowly crept his forces up towards the main protoss base in the immediate area. Even Tychus had decided to come down, rather appropriately venting his newfound distaste for the protoss, only he was unable to do so with the gun she'd given him. It wasn't like Yuriko had had the equipment on hand to repair it, and as such Tychus had to do with a far less satisfying standard terran chain gun that Swann had fabricated for him. The Tal'darim were, to their misfortune, quickly realizing that the Raiders were no mere terrans, and in fact had one of the most complete and advance arsenals that could be possible for a force their size. Excepting for ghosts or spectres, that was. For now, at least.

"Remember Raynor, each canister you retrieve for MannCo is a flat fee," she said before beginning angling the nose of her super vulture towards the protoss base. "In the meantime, I'm going to do some bombing."

"Let me guess, you've got more than just grenades in that thing."

"Correct!" she said cheerily.

"Hey, wait a minute, didn't you say you had-,"

"A nuke, yeah."

The ensuing silence was as amusing as it was unsurprising, but she didn't have time to focus on that. The Tal'darim saw her coming, and launched a rather significant force against a single enemy in her opinion. On the other hand, she was approaching their main base, and even if they assumed it was a suicide mission or a scout, they had no desire to let either succeed. Yuriko twisted and spun out to the side to avoid the first few salvos, dipping and dancing with heavy thrusts of the omni-directional thrusters and engine. Within the super vulture, the moment she'd pressed the button its internal systems went to work, the shrunken container pushed along its route in the launcher system, maintained in size and stability by the various beams focused on it. The lower doors opened, the shrinking beam emitters shutting off in the same moment, releasing it back to full size just as it began to fall out, the tactical nuke's potential fall being arrested by the magnetic locks that activated in that same instant.

"Uh…Yuriko…it sort of just looks like you're gonna be a bit danger close if you're hand deliverin' a nuke," Raynor said, voice full of concern and confusion.

"It's fine. Enjoy the lightshow, Raynor, hopefully it'll take some pressure off your boys so you can regroup," she said before shutting off the radio with one hand, then hovered her finger over another button. "And…launch."

The moment the nuke's boosters activated, rocketing it forward at a pace that would prevent the protoss from intercepting it in time, another subsystem of the super vulture activated. Yuriko twitched slightly as the chrono rift swept over her. It was always an odd feeling to be displaced in time yet not in space, her super vulture accelerating forward all the while. When the dome of the explosion came into sudden, violent, and temporary being, she simply drove through it, able to watch as it passed through her harmlessly. It was mind-bending for the eye to watch as the full destructive force of a nuke went through the body, but then the super vulture was passing through the newly formed mushroom cloud towards another section of the protoss base, leaving it all behind long after she phased back into the proper chronological field as the rest of the universe. Which also meant that radio signals could properly reach her again.

"-uriko! Yuriko, damn it girl, respond!"

"I'm here, Raynor," she said calmly. "I told you not to worry about it. I just knocked out a lot of their airfield equivalents, so prepare accordingly when they redirect their energy to ground forces."

"It looked like you drove right into your own nuke," Raynor muttered, "What was that, some kind of optical illusion or something?"

"Not at all. Just a very durable vehicle," she said proudly, patting it even though she was the only one who'd know, "Got enough shielding and plating that I'm fine. Might need to scrub the radiation on the outer layers, but I'm fine other than that."

"Shit, you better hope so," Raynor said warningly before sighing. "I guess I should thank you, we underestimated how many goliaths we'd needed, and our pilots were having some trouble matching the protoss."

"All the better to test them now," Yuriko pointed out as she let loose with her more conventional weapons against the protoss troops underneath her. "Get some more combat experience in them when the stakes aren't the absolute highest."

With the nuking of their portals and one of the nexuses, the Tal'darim strength in the immediate area was significantly reduced. The shock of it occurring so quickly threw the protoss force into disarray, and for all that Raynor downplayed himself as the drunk ex-Marshal, the man had built up a wealth of command experience over the years. His forces immediately took advantage, the wounded pulled back and healed or repaired in time to get back into the fight. The Raiders hadn't lost anyone just yet, thankfully. Normally that would be considered a miracle given usual Korprulu Sector combat statistics, especially given the intensity of the combat. Only, with the repair beams of the munin drones to ensure the continued functionality of the vehicles and medivacs and medics alike healing the infantry as best they could mid-battle. Vikings flipped between their two modes, wraiths popped in and out of stealth to flank and attack from the rear, and all the while the Raiders pushed forward. Only small guard forces were left behind over each altar, though they all made sure to stand a small ways back to reduce exposure in its raw form while the SCVs were installing their canisters.

"Damn you, terran filth!" The Executor cried aloud. "The Tal'darim will not stand for this! Your sacrilege will follow you forever!"

"You could just retreat, buddy," Raynor answered back, "We'll be out of your hair soon enough."

"Never!" The Executor growled, which was quite an odd noise to hear for a race without a mouth.

"Warning, Tal'darim reinforcements are warping in from across Bel'shir," the Adjutant announced.

Well…that was unexpected. Yuriko was genuinely surprised, enough that she peeled the super vulture upwards and let it coast for a bit as she thought about what that meant. It should have been simple to push them back, and force them to retreat, right? Only instead they were drawing in their forces from outside the combat zone. Ah, right. She could see it now. The Raiders had moved too slowly while advancing and securing the altars to stop the Tal'darim from building a bevy of new warp prisms, each capable of warping in reinforcements from the other Tal'darim bases on the planet.

"We got ten of them canisters filled, Yuriko, is that gonna be enough for MannCo?" Raynor's voice cut in. "Cause I don't like the look of what I'm seeing."

"More than enough, Raynor. Pull back all your forces, and start the retreat," she said tersely.

"Stop them, my warriors! They must not escape with even a single of their misbegotten canisters!" The Executor cried aloud. "None but the Tal'darim are deserving of the blessings of the Breath of Creation!"

The Raiders were a formidable force, that was undeniable. Yet even they could not stand against an entire planet of Tal'darim warriors, more and more of whom seemed to be warping in all the time. Yuriko chewed her lip as she watched the scanners and the tactical map that the Adjutant provided. There were no 'unit limits' in reality, neither her home universe or in this one. Whatever forces could be landed, trained, constructed, or otherwise delivered to a battlefield? Were. The only bottleneck was actual numbers that one had to throw into a fight and how quickly one could get them there. Unfortunately for them, the Tal'darim Executor had focused on building his warp prisms while feigning increasing weakness as the Raiders had advanced. Hell, even the nuke she'd dropped hadn't hit too many of them, and only on review of the footage did she realize what she'd missed. The sheer size of the base and its garrison had let them pass unseen within one of the other nexuses she hadn't hit.

"Damn it," she spat before gunning the engine. "Raynor! I'll run interference. You get your forces out of here."

"Already on it, Yuriko. All right boys, we got what we came for! Get on them ships and let's skedaddle!"

She would never say that she was playing around, not on a battlefield, not given how she'd been 'raised'. But there was definitely a bit of relaxation to how she was doing it, most of the time. On Monlyth, that had not been the case, considering the level of Tal'darim defenses and the need to ensure as few Raider casualties as possible while the zerg were attacking everyone. This time, it was just the Tal'darim, but they had a hell of a lot more forces present than had been on the previous world. Already her scanners were picking up whole squadrons of phoenixes and corsairs warping in. Those would have to be her first targets.

"Computer, switch to rapid warhead deployment mode," she barked as she pushed the vulture faster and faster.

A private comm line opened the minute she did so.

"Uh, Yuriko, what's going on? I just felt you switch the vulture into super bombing mode," Mann's voice crackled through. "And…woah, okay, now I see it."

It had only taken him less than a second to pour his presence fully into the super vulture, something he'd only ever been able to do in limited capacity. Her deciding to use multiple major warheads in rapid succession was one of those things that automatically notified him in case she was in serious danger.

"Uh…do you want me to send a ship over to teleport you out? That is…a lot of Tal'darim."

"No," Yuriko shook her head. "They're going to be going after the Raiders. I'm not going to let them."

"Mmm, yeah, good point. Looks like the chrono shift is fully charged. Let 'er rip I guess. Be careful though, okay?"

"I know, Mann, I know, and I appreciate your concern," she said quickly, her mind concentrating mostly on optimal bombing paths. "Now, if you'll excuse me?"

"Yeah, I'll be quiet."

She ran her finger across the bombing storage screen, holding her finger against some to lock in the loading lineup and skipping over others. She needed to take down the enemy, not the Raiders with them.

"Let's see how you enjoy this," she grunted as she dipped the vulture in a corkscrew and then began burning at high speed in an arc, turning the vulture horizontal and facing its underside towards the Tal'darim forces that were now beginning to march.

Shrunken warhead after shrunken warhead slotted down into the bomb launch bay, enlarging back to their original sizes and being launched at supersonic speeds one after another. The first five were EMP bombs that set themselves to knocking out protoss shields across most of their entire force. Some warp prisms were so heavily affected they collapsed to the ground, pylons cracking as they struck stone, while the shields from zealots and vanguard walkers to wrathwalkers and havocs sparked and blinked out of existence. Then the five tactical nukes struck them, each of them targeted at the still functioning warp prisms. Dozens of protoss robotic support platforms and warriors screamed as they were struck half-way through teleporting in by the unleashed explosive forces. Then the cryo bombs struck and removed ninety-nine percent of all heat in the area, followed shortly after by sonic bombs that tore apart the temporarily frozen aliens to tiny pieces.

All of this passed in a matter of seconds as the super vulture screamed past, reducing what had been an army to overwhelm the combined armed forces of Raynor's Raiders and associated mercenaries was reduced by over two thirds of their number, their warp prisms and gateways too damaged to continue warping in outside troops.

"Sweet mother of mercy," Tychus' voice was the first to emerge onto the radio, the ensuing silence unfilled until that point.

"Keep evacuating your troops, Raynor," Yuriko said slowly, her calm reasserting itself as she set the vulture to auto-attack mode and let herself relax slightly.

"Uh…yeah," Raynor had to clear his throat. "You heard her. Load up, folks, let's get out of here."

Yuriko was the last human in the planet's atmosphere, guns spitting and grenade launchers thumping until both were completely dry, devastating the Tal'darim completely whenever they sent just a few more fighters to try and get to the Hyperion.

None made it, no matter how much they screamed about being the chosen of the Xel'Naga.

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Yuriko saw them waiting for her in the cargo bay as she entered, this time with the stealth field deactivated. Raynor, Swann, and Stetmann waited and then stared quite openly as the super vulture transformed back into its standard mode. The vertical thrusters returned to hovering height, the rear engine closed down significantly, and the cockpit's outer casings retreated inwards into the vulture until it was once more largely just a vulture seat. Yuriko observed them all, their expressions mostly tightly controlled except for Stetmann, while their minds boiled over with questions. She swept her legs up and over so that she could leap down from the vulture before it came to a rest on the ground, tugging her helmet off as she did so. Behind her, the vulture's equipment compartment opened, allowing her to throw her helmet behind her and let it get tractor-beamed back into place, quickly followed by the rest of her armor panels – those she disconnected with her mind first, instead. It was faster that way. Nearby, the rest of the engineers of the Hyperion were rather busy poring over some of the more damaged Raider vehicles, working to fix the problems that had been patched on the battlefield to ensure that they could continue to serve long into the future.

"Hello there," she said with a small smile on her lips.

"Yuriko," Raynor said, his arms crossed. "That wasn't one nuke."

"I said I had one, I did not specify that I did not have more," she said, shaking her hair our and letting it fall down her back. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm all out now."

Of standard nuclear warheads, at least.

"You've used them before on the battlefield, are you really that concerned?"

"Not about the usage, but of the lack of knowledge," he jerked his chin to the super vulture. "That thing ain't the size of a nuclear missile, let alone a silo, and yet it spat out quite a few."

"This is true," she nodded.

"How did you do it!?" Stetmann said just before Swann could marshal himself to do the same. "I've never seen technology like that – well, I have, but it was protoss, and -,"

"It's not protoss," she shook her head. "It's MannCo. And it's proprietary."

She ignored the drooping of both men as she looked over at Raynor.

"If you desire some nukes, Raynor, MannCo would be happy to sell them to you. After all, we still have to discuss payment from the Raiders for their work down below."

Raynor shook his head and placed one hand on his hip while the other pointed at her.

"If you could have done that at the beginning…,"

"MannCo will not do everything for everyone everywhere, Raynor," she cut her hand through the air. "We're happy to help, supply, and in ways fight alongside you, but we cannot and will not replace the Raiders."

That way lay madness. Pain. Horror. She'd spent hours poring over the footage and memories, and years theorizing and debating Mann about it, even before he was Mann. There was just so much appeal in taking complete control, overriding everything else, creating and maintaining perfection. But that 'perfection' was a lie. And if it wasn't, it was too terrible a truth to allow to be. Upon further reflection, Mann had once referred to it as the Red Son problem, and provided the relevant images from his memories to contextualize it. In the end, she couldn't help but agree.

"The important thing is that none of the Raiders went down who couldn't be helped back up," she insisted. "Besides which…we're not always going to be there, Raynor. Neither I nor MannCo want you thinking or acting like we are."

That definitely pulled him up short. He didn't disagree with the usage, only that he hadn't been told she had them. He also had no idea how she'd launched and utilized them, but by now she could see that he was simply pushing himself to not obsess over it, as he knew how easy it would be for her to stonewall. There were also concerns about pissing off MannCo, for while he didn't trust them, he also had plenty of concrete proof towards their supposed good intentions. Then she went and did something 'like that', as he mentally phrased it, ensuring that Raynor could never quite settle Yuriko into a fitting slot in his mind. Which, of course, also irritated him something fierce, while somehow also amusing him. James Raynor was an odd man like that.

"…fine, I guess. I suppose Swann and Stetmann can't get a look at your vulture, then?" He asked, on eyebrow raised. "They've been achin' something fierce to take a look, but that shield pops up whenever anyone gets close."

"That'd be the id-tag system. I'm the only on allowed to approach it," she shrugged. "Sorry."

"Can we at least get a look at that laser turret thing?" Swann asked, waving his clamp at the super vulture. "The cannons are transplants from a viking, almost, maybe. But-,"

"It's effectively the same as a munin's laser turret, Swann, just with some upgrades and additions."

If the Chief Engineer of the Hyperion could fume any harder, steam would be coming out of his ears. Especially after some of his crew had tried to poke at the temporary generators, only to find that their scanners bounced straight off of it. Then he'd gone after them for trying in the first place, in case MannCo got pissed and took them back before the week was up. But more than that was just how much he knew that she was bullshitting him, without the exact proof to back it up. One of the first things he'd done when the munin got delivered to the Hyperion was take them apart and learn them top to bottom at frankly startling speeds, even for Yuriko. Each was entirely within the possibilities of terran technology, just the upper echelons, while simultaneously costing an absolute fortune to produce that far outweighed what MannCo had valued them at on the list that Yuriko had given him.

"You got one twisted sense of humor, Spooks," he groused, snapping the clamp at her before turning away muttering about figuring it out one day on sight alone.

If he actually managed to figure out quantum-crystalline alloys or any of the power sources inside of the super vulture just by staring at it, he deserved to.

"I swear, she mocks me with that thing, cowboy!" He said aloud as he stomped back over to a siege tank in the middle of repairs. "She sits it right in the armory, so I can stare at it, daily! Gah!"

Raynor turned an unamused look on her.

"Is that really necessary, Yuriko?"

"I can move it into another of the cargo bays-,"

"Don't you dare!" Swann shouted, now halfway across the bay, clearly still paying attention to their conversation. "I'm gonna figure it out, mark my words!"

Raynor just sighed as Yuriko held back a laugh. Stetmann, on the other hand, had disappeared at some point, though a brief casting out of her senses let her see his hurricane mind on its way to the research labs. He'd gotten a notification that the latest protoss samples had been delivered.

"Look on the bright side, Raynor. Another job well done, some funding for the revolution secured."

"You'll have to forgive me if I don't feel like celebrating at the moment," he said before drinking from his flask. "The zerg are invading what feels like the whole Korprulu Sector, the Dominion are still chasing us, and we're out here shooting protoss," he sniffed and drank a bit more.

Ah.

An opening.

"Well, Raynor, if you want to feel a little bit more pro-active against the Dominion, there might be something," she said calmly, folding her arms behind her back into attention. "Not just skulking around, hitting minor targets, either."

He looked at her, already a little bleary-eyed from the alcohol.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded vigorously before looking him in the eye. "We need to go to Tarsonis, though."
 
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101 – The Good Old Days
In the previous chapters it was mentioned that a good 84% of the big check was spent on one engine and the rest was given as pay check to crew members and supply, getting even one BC would most likely put them in the red. Also most of what Rayner got from Mann was equipment, gears, blueprint and vehicles. Now the 10 terrazine canister however will definitely allow him to buy some BC, hell I bet Mann is going to pay an obscene amout of credit for just one like he did for just finding 4 squad.

I'm assuming you meant the switching of the old reactor with an upgraded fusion core, but even that was only part of it. Swann didn't actually manage to say it all, cause he ran out of fingers, but he purchased even more than the below.

96 – Mild Expenditure
"Bleeding edge laser batteries, an Umojan Yamato cannon, a defensive matrix, improved neosteel alloys for additional plating, major energy shielding upgrades compared to the cobbled together excuses that we got-,"

But, as I feel like I've noted in the posts, the main issue is lack of personnel, not just funds, to run a second BC. I abstract certain cutscenses of having a whole bunch of new battlecruisers that don't show up in other ones depending on what missions you chose to be the pure game stuff, for the most part.


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"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that MannCo got similar reports," Matt looked only slightly perturbed as they assembled by the star map again. "But…honestly, I wasn't sure if I should even bring it up."

Jimmy frowned at him.

"Well why not, Matt?"

The younger man shrugged and looked at Yuriko.

"Sir, the reports are of minimally guarded trains running through the salvage zone. If we hit them, sure, we could potentially make a hefty profit, but…," he glanced back at Jimmy. "I didn't think we needed the resources at the moment. Our informants said something unusually valuable might have been recovered, but we've got no hard data on it."

It was one of the most shocking things that Jimmy had ever heard come out of Matt's mouth. It was, in fact, something that he would never have thought of before. The concept of them not running along the red line and fighting to not dip too far into it was something he was still struggling to comprehend. It made absolute sense, though, now that he thought about it. The conceivable amount of value from the salvage could have been worth something good, but not necessarily more than the money they'd been getting out of their MannCo jobs. On the one hand, he didn't mind hitting a Dominion operation to keep something out of Mengsk's coffers. On the other…he was genuinely in a position where he didn't need to. It was a disquieting thought.

"I…never thought I'd say this, but I think I agree with you on that, Matt. We don't really need to risk our boys just for some salvage, even if it was something fancy," Jimmy said with a frown before looking at the still expectant Yuriko. "Something tells me there's more to it, if MannCo's got eyes on it."

Yuriko just did that increasingly familiar smile and head tilt. It was the quintessential 'I know something you don't', and it was something she'd never be completely honest about. Matt looked at her too, knowing by now that it was better to just let the psychic have her fun so that they could move on. Except the moment Raynor had that thought Yuriko pouted at him as she read his mind and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, there's something more to it. Our sources believe the 'unusually valuable' item is of exceptional value," she said, highlighting Tarsonis on the screen.

"…enough that you think we should hit the operation?" Jimmy eventually said after she'd remained silent.

"Absolutely. And quickly, too," Yuriko said, tapping the icon insistently. "It's something we don't want the Dominion getting."

She retained no command authority to actually set the ship to warping, but it still made her point.

"…fine," he grunted. "I better not regret this."

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He was regretting it.

The minute Tychus had been told what they were doing on Tarsonis, the big man had started hooting and hollering, talking big about the 'good old days'. It was enough to make him forget that he still couldn't use Sweet Thang, even though Yuriko had promised that a repair crew would come by in just another day since Swann's refit week was almost done. Of course, now he was talking about dual wielding C-14s for some reason, but the major point was that he was adamant that he got to come down to the surface and join in with the shindig. The Hyperion had jumped into the system quietly, and to Raynor's surprise there wasn't an entire fleet of Dominion ships waiting for them. Not that there wasn't a Dominion fleet, but they were currently orbiting the planet's other side. There was hopefully going to be enough time for the Raiders to drop their command center down to the salvage zone, ironically enough right smack dab near old Tarsonis City. Based on Swann's recommendations, they were going to be bringing in the entire supply of upgraded diamondbacks and regular vultures that they'd built up based on the MannCo schematics.

What surprised him more than anything else, though, was that Yuriko wasn't going to be joining them.

"You ain't never been on to sit these sorts of things out, Yuriko," he said. "What's going on?"

"What's going on is that someone needs to make sure that the battlecruisers on the other side of the planet don't notice anything is wrong," she pointed a finger at the distant outlines on the star map's tactical projections. "As in, comms and sensors seeing or hearing about fighting going on at this remarkably valuable salvage zone. That's what I'll be doing."

"By yourself?" He asked, rather pointlessly now that he thought about it. Of course she was.

"Of course I am," she smirked.

"On your space-flight capable super vulture…basilisk…thing," he said, arms crossed over his chest.

"Yep. But don't worry," she patted him on the shoulder and gave him an almost mocking smile. "I'm sure you'll survive without me."

Across the cargo bay, a familiar CMC-armored hand waved frantically in the air.

"Jimmy! Come on! We got some trains to hit, old buddy!" Tychus yelled. "Get on the damn dropship!"

When Jimmy looked back, he found that Yuriko was already leaving, floating towards her super vulture. But before she reached it she spun about to face him and kept going in reverse.

"Oh, and don't worry if you're missing some psychic help! MannCo has a team on the ground to help you out with figuring out the train contents."

"Wait, what?!" Jimmy shouted back. "How the…what…,"

"I said we had our sources, didn't I?" She laughed as the super vulture rose up into the air, bubbling into stealth. "Don't worry, they'll contact you when you get down there. Just accept the call when it comes."

Then there was a series of hissing clicks and thumps, metal shifting about here and there in a manner as of yet unseen despite the best efforts of the cameras that Swann ad Stetmann had rigged up together in the cargo bays. Both of them swore that it would take down even the best Dominion stealth technologies, and possibly even Umojan ones, but as of yet the scanners had proven ineffective at breaking MannCo stealth. To both men's considerable consternations. With a throaty mechanical roar, the super vulture drove out of the energy field keeping them all from getting sucked into space and disappeared entirely from all of the senses he had.

"Jimmy! Come! On!"

"I'm comin'! Jeez, Tychus, you're like a kid at a carnival!"

"Good luck down there, cowboy," Swann waved to him as Jimmy entered the dropship, his black CMC armor sticking out amongst the shiny blues of the rest of the marines in the compartment.

Most of them looked back at him with serious expressions on their faces. Some with a bit of awe, as if they couldn't believe he was going down there to fight alongside them in person. Tychus, on the other hand, just couldn't stop grinning the whole way down to the surface. But even he grew just the faintest bit respectful when the doors when down and they all stepped out once more on to the blasted wasteland surface of what had once been both the crown jewel and beating heart of the entire Confederacy. A heart that Mengsk had used the zerg to tear out. Hell, now that Jimmy thought about it, Micheal Liberty had come from here. Where that reporter who'd fought with him from Mar Sara and beyond had gotten to by now. He still saw heard of some pirate broadcasts here and there, but that was it. While Tychus had been on ice when it fell, that only made it more impactful for him, really. Back during the days of the Confederacy, Tarsonis had meant something damn near unattainable for most. The truly wealthy, the truly powerful. Wealth from all across the Confederacy had pumped into Tarsonis for generations, and it had showed in every image, every video, every story.

Now it was dust and old, fallen buildings swept over by the sands.

"…shit," Tychus said after a moment. "Zerg really did a number on this place."

"Yeah," Raynor had to pause to choke down the rest of his response and replace it with something else. "They did."

Here, now, it was like it had just happened. Was happening. Those gleaming spires, those spotless walkways, all of them going dark as the sheer numbers of the zerg practically blotted out the sun. As he'd sat up there like a coward and watched, not gone down there quick enough, fast enough. That was still one of his greatest regrets. If he could only have saved her from becoming that…that thing. Saved her from the zerg. From Mengsk. All that pain and death because he was just too slow. The planet that had held billions turned into one mass grave, and an empty one at that thanks to the zerg mostly eating all the biomass it desired. The skyscrapers had been toppled. The streets were indistinguishable from the dirt and trash.

"God…damn it Mengsk," he muttered to himself. "Damn you to hell for this."

And damn himself for letting it happen.

"Uh…sir?" One of the marines spoke up, and it took Raynor a moment to place him. Bricks, from Mar Sara. "We're ready to move out."

One of the medics smacked the man in the shoulder, faceplate rising to show the dusky skin of Big Ben, the leader of the most recent generation of Mar Saran rebels. She'd integrated well into the Raiders, by now, especially after having deployed in just about every fight the Raiders had partaken in since Mar Sara.

"You think he don't know that? Get your damn fool head out of your damn fool ass. Man's thinking and planning and shit. Shut up and wait for orders," she shoved him again before turning to Jimmy. "Sorry sir. You'd think after Monlyth and Redstone he'd get some sense in that head of his."

"No problem, BB," he said with a slow breath. "We should get moving. We know where the rails are and where they go, we just need to get set up to hit them."

It was on the way to one of those points that a single pinging request was sent to his armor's communication display. It wasn't from a recognized user on the Raider channels, nor a general broadcast. Still…after a slight pause he accepted the call, mindful of Yuriko's words earlier.

"Ah, good. I was wonderin' if you'd pick up," a deep voice chuckled. "The famous James Raynor. Welcome back to Tarsonis."

There was no image of the speaker, only a rectangle of static.

"That's me," Jimmy said back as the Raiders advanced out from the temporary base they'd built up. "Do I get to know your name?"

"I'm MannCo," the speaker replied casually but firmly. "That's all you need to know right now. I'm here to make sure that the Raiders get some salvage, and the precious cargo."

By now, his orders were being carried out. A pair of bunkers at both entrances to the base they'd set up, and scouting vulture teams were buzzing about the immediate area. Thankfully, Yuriko – or more properly MannCo, now that he thought about it – had detailed scans and visuals of the area. Three main railways, multiple Dominion bases in numerous locations. There were even some highlighted areas of zerg remains that Stetmann had been interested in picking up as samples for his work. As of yet, Raynor hadn't even decided on just what to tell the younger man to work on, at least on the zerg side of things. His protoss research had already resulted in the improved ultra-capacitors that Swann had been quick to install across all of the Raider forces.

"'The precious cargo?'," Jimmy echoed. You gonna tell me what it is?"

"You'll know it when you see it," the voice replied with a chuckle. "Our team is already set up to watch the trains as they arrive, we'll give you the when, the where, and the what. Should make things plenty easier on you."

Jimmy frowned and sighed, rolling his shoulders as he racked his HEV rifle. Nearby, Tychus was busy regaling one of the marauders about his past sexual exploits. He wondered if his old partner knew that marauder suits came equipped with both automatic and manual sound damping to ensure they didn't lose their hearing in the heat of battle. Not that Tychus seemed to mind, miming as he was what was surely anatomically unreasonable.

"Well, I guess I can appreciate you doing that much."

"Oh, we'll be doing more. Just things you might not see until it's already done," the definitely masculine voice chuckled. "But we'll be helping you hit the trains, too. We've got EMPs to shut them down, should give you enough time to knock them down real good."

Well. That was actually even more helpful than he'd thought it would be.

"By the way, one of the team is coming by your base soon to drop off some zerg samples, Yuriko said your scientist would want to look at them. If you could make sure that they don't get shot, I'd appreciate it. They'll be in a white hellion."

Kind enough of them, Jimmy supposed. It did genuinely help out the Raiders, after all, even if the zerg one was kind of creepy.

"Sure thing, I guess."

"Thanks."

The call ended and Jimmy sighed, looking back out across the landscape. One that was ruined by him trusting someone with too much will and power. Then he toggled his comm system again.

"Head's up, Raiders. Someone's gonna be driving up to the base soon. Don't shoot them, they're dropping something off for Stetmann. And don't touch it, either. You know he gets…twitchy about that sort of thing. White hellion, don't shoot it."

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It was only a short while later after James Raynor had made his call that the hellion appeared, kicking up dust and sands as it buzzed its way up the ramp of earth and collapsed buildings that led into the small plateau in the center of the salvage zone. Why the Dominion hadn't picked that spot to create a base, no one knew, and no one was asking. As requested, the marines and marauders in the bunkers held their fire, leaving them unchallenged to scoot over to the command center. The large trailer behind the hellion remained floating, its antigrav boosters ensuring that it wasn't too terribly jostled by the uneven landscape it had been made to travel across.

The hellion's driver didn't even get out, they just did something that disconnected the latch and let the free floating container to remain where it was. Then another button wirelessly transmitted orders to the crate that had it lowering back down to the ground, gently shutting off the antigrav. Despite the attempts of some of the Raiders to call out to them, there was no response given, and regardless, the hellion's wheels squealed as it hightailed it out of the base, heading straight for the wasteland outside of the salvage zone entirely. Within another minute or so it had passed beyond the scans and sightlines of even the munin that were floating around keeping an eye on things, diving into one of the old subway tunnels deep beneath the ground.

No one saw it dissolve into a cloud of nanomachines that then dispersed beyond the ability of the naked eye to see and scanners to detect.

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"Get ready, Raynor. First train of the day is coming down the northwestern line. Get moving."

"Right," Jimmy grunted. "Raiders, let's move!"

"You'll meet one of the MannCo team there, so be careful not to shoot them either."

"Well, as long as they don't shoot at us, I don't think that'll be a problem," Jimmy snarked back.

It was a force concentration that would almost be ridiculous, in most other circumstances. It was mostly their fastest vehicles alongside him and his detachment of infantry – diamondbacks and vultures. Frankly, Jimmy was pretty sure that they'd only need a quarter of what he had deployed to take down the trains based on the specs that Yuriko had shown him. But on the other hand, he'd rather have that many gun barrels trained on the Dominion than not, if only because it would help ensure that they'd overwhelm the enemy and prevent them from losing too many people. Still, as they hustled out across the wasteland, they found the MannCo operative waiting for them. Same color scheme as Yuriko, but definitely different looking helmet. The armor plating that they had over their environmental suit made them bulkier than ghosts or whatever, but Jimmy knew that it wouldn't actually reduce their agility at all.

Also, they had a rocket launcher that looked like it should be on a goliath or something, which was pretty different. Presumably the suit they wore was what helped them hold it up on their shoulder like they were.

"Hey," they said, voice thoroughly distorted by the gas mask they wore.

"Hey, I'm Jimmy," he offered his hand.

The MannCo operative just stared down at his hand and then back up at his face without shaking.

"I know," they said flatly. "You should move your forces to the side of the track and hunker down a bit."

Jimmy pursed his lips and let his hand fall down to his side as he scrutinized them.

"Yeah? You gonna stop the train all on your own?"

The operative just hefted the rocket launcher slightly.

"Yes. EMP blast is going to knock the train down, shut off its antigrav entirely. Your forces need to focus on the guards. You need to move to the sides so you don't get caught in range," they said, their flat androgynous voice gaining the slightest bit of gentle insistence to it. "It wouldn't do to have you locked inside your suits, unable to do anything.

"Oh…yeah, sure, that makes more sense."

They just nodded and gestured with the hand not holding up the launcher towards the sides. CMC armor was hard to squat in, but there was more than enough rubble for everyone to obscure their visual profile completely. A terrible, ridiculously awful result of an entire planet being overrun by the zerg that nonetheless happened to benefit him in the here and now. While the Raiders talked amongst themselves about finally getting to shoot at the Dominion a bit, just like they'd signed up for, Jimmy watched the operative. The glowing power lines of their environmental suit dimmed, and then right before his eyes they steadily disappeared without the audible or more common visual cues of activating stealth. Rather than a cascade of light, they simply seemed to almost be…erased from the world by the howling winds.

"Thirty seconds," the original MannCo operative's voice cut in. "Get ready."

That shut up everyone else pretty quick. Then, just as promised, the train came trundling down around the corner, the winds and dust parting to reveal it. Along with the train, however, were the Dominion marines that were striding alongside it as well, moving at the top possible speed available to the trains. To their credit, they were wary for feral zerg that were still known to range about on the planet. No doubt they'd been attacked more than once, even before the Swarm returned and stirred up problems. Tarsonis was deep within Dominion territory, though, and this operation nominally so quiet that no one should have known about it at all.

Should have, that was.

"Firing," the operative almost whispered before from nowhere an enormous missile appeared and struck the leading compartment head on.

A missile that was absolutely too large to have fit in the body of the launcher. Sort of like the warheads that Yuriko had somehow gotten out of her super vulture. Stetmann had said that he thought it might have been some sort of derivative of protoss teleportation tech, assembling components from vast distances or storage matrixes and flash-assembling them in an instant. Swann thought it was something like advanced nanotech that bulked into being feeding in from some sort of overpowered energy source. Mostly he'd based it around how superlative the temporary generators were, something he'd discovered with some tests that didn't directly involve touching the things or anything within the contract he and the engineering team had signed. They covered the energy costs of the ship, no matter what, perfectly. To the point that over twice the draw of the old engine was demanded without issue.

When the missile struck, it let loose a massive crackling field of blue and white that caused the air to taste of ozone and set a terrible buzzing in Jimmy's head. The train was far less fortunate, wobbling and collapsing forward and onto its side off the tracks while the Dominion marines screamed. Those at the forefront were trapped in suddenly unresponsive suits, but those behind were not.

"We're under attack!" One cried aloud.

"RAIDERS ROLL!" Jimmy yelled as he rose up over the rocks and let loose.

It was only a bit of a fight, a few rounds chipping the paint on some of the diamondbacks, leaving the Raiders whooping and hollering at their victory. He let himself luxuriate in the victory for a second or two before sighing and getting back into it.

"All right, let's get the SCVs out here to start tugging the compartments back to base to begin checking them over," Jimmy called back to the base.

"Nice job, Raynor," the MannCo controller called in. "That was just the first, though."

They were right. The SCVs were quick, and thankfully the Dominion had purposefully built their train cars with extremely durable containers. A lot of it was scrap, things to take apart and process into sellable materials. But there were the rare crates of minerals and old vespene barrels that had managed to survive the Fall of Tarsonis and had lain in the rubble all this time. Then again, terran tech was meant to be tough. Still, it was an odd feeling to know that what he was hearing would have been quite the possible payday only a short time ago, but now felt far less rewarding to take on. Really, it was the hitting a Dominion operation that felt more satisfying. But only a minute after the SCVs left with the last of the train cars, the radio crackled open again.

"Southwestern tracks this time, Raynor. Another operative will meet you there."

Jimmy blinked and looked for the one that had hit the train, only to realize that they'd not actually reappeared even afterwards. Huh.

"Let's get moving Raiders! Time to keep hitting Mengsk in his pocketbook!"

His call was met with cheers. Tychus was one of the loudest ones.

"Hell yeah, Jimmy!"

South.

Another operative. They were a bit more personable than the last one they'd met, which Jimmy certainly appreciated.

"The famous James Raynor! Hi!" They'd waved to him, and actually shaken his hand. "Now, you're gonna wanna take your boys back a bit, sweetheart, this EMP's got quite a kick."

"Ah, yeah, heard the same thing from the last one."

"Aw, Brex is just a weirdo," she tutted, "He went through a lot of mind wipes, and even with the terrazine it makes him a bit standoffish."

Jimmy paused and stared at her.

"Uh…terrazine?" He parroted.

"Oh, honey," she cocked her hip out. "Didn't you know? We're spectres."

"Joyce, talk later. Get ready now," the voice broke in. "Train's going to be there in only a few seconds."

Jimmy felt paralyzed as he was shooed away by 'Joyce', not even blinking. These were spectres? The next-generation ghosts that had broken off from the Dominion? The ones who ran on a jorium-terrazine cocktail? He hadn't pushed for too many details on Project Shadowblade, as it hadn't seemed relevant. Maybe that would have to change, or maybe he'd get those answers sooner than he'd thought. He quickly reviewed what he'd seen with the last one, 'Brex' being the name. The environmental suit was one thing, but his brain simply hadn't yet connected it to being a spectre rather than a ghost or something like Yuriko. But then, maybe there just wasn't something like Yuriko. The new one, Joyce, certainly acted nicer at the very least.

"Woo! Let's get us some loot!" Tychus yelled, breaking Raynor out of his thoughts.

He'd missed the train getting hit. But not what happened next. Technically, struck as it was, it should have collapsed and slammed right onto the tracks, possibly damaging them and ensuring it would not be used in the future by other trains. But this time he saw it as it wobbled and shifted violently to the side, clearly in defiance of the laws of physics that should have affected it. The slightest waver in the air showed what he knew to be psionic energy, though not nearly in the same quantity and quality that he'd seen Yuriko display. Still, to shift an entire train was, if he was comparing it to normal human psychics, pretty remarkable. But then Joyce was gone too.

Another train down. More cars tugged back to the base.

"Watch out, Raynor, they've traced some of the signals in the cars back to your base. I'd double time it to get back there," the voice jumped in.

Another rush, another fight, another operative, another train. On and on it went. At one point, Tychus raised the question of going after the main Dominion base trying to get rid of them, and Jimmy couldn't disagree. That time, they really went on the offensive, but flickering out of the dust were a dozen spectres dressed in stereotypical MannCo armor plated environmental suits. C-20A rifles boomed and cracked, while some used their missile launchers to blow up Dominion vehicles. More than once, Jimmy saw an explosion occur in the distance that he knew wasn't caused by any of the Raiders. Violence, almost disturbingly satisfactory to see Dominion troops go down. Marauder patrols, not nearly enough to stop them from moving as they wished, especially with spectres marking their positions and ambushing them. Tychus was enjoying himself immensely.

And, to be honest, Jimmy was too.

Wait, train, boom. The trains got sped up? Didn't matter, the spectres could hit them anyway, leading their EMP shots. Marauders and tanks and railguns to blow open the compartments, SCVs to loot what was of value. Bigger guards, entire mobile armies protecting them? Ambush, grenades, flanking and hitting from the rear, all the while the spectres flickered in and out of sight. Those missiles of theirs really packed a punch, knocking down siege tanks in single hits or obliterating squads of marine and marauders. Train, train, train. It was freeing, oddly enough, in a way that he'd never thought he could possibly feel on Tarsonis of all places. It really was, just a bit, like the old days with Tychus right next to him. Except this time, instead of the Heaven's Devils, it was the Raiders.

But he could let himself pretend. Just for a little while.

"Okay, here we go. The Dominion is uprooting everything for this one, Raynor," the voice said with remarkable calm. "They're throwing everything they've got to ensure this train reaches the station. In fact, they're calling for the station to send its own garrison to try and sandwich you."

Jimmy inhaled slowly, knowing that everyone else could hear the call. It was being broadcast to all the Raiders, after all. Tychus just took a long drag on his cigar and spat to the side, the man himself currently sitting atop a flipped over Dominion siege tank. Some of the Raiders looked nervous. Others looked eager.

"Well, let 'em come, then," Jimmy eventually said, "We can take them."

"Of course you can. But no reason to make let them make it easy on them. My squad'll go hold off the station garrison, you focus on the train and its guards."

"Hey, Mr. Big Man," Tychus drawled onto the channel as he hopped off the tank's treads. "You gonna actually join in on any of this, or what?"

"Tychus!" Jimmy said sharply, wheeling on the man.

A low chuckle could be heard on the radio.

"Mr. Findlay, why do you think that the trains started running today, specifically? And so fast, one after another, even when they knew they were getting slaughtered out there?" The voice say slowly.

Tychus paused, his derision draining away somewhat, but Jimmy knew the damage was done.

"Uh…,"

"Why, it's almost like someone's been hitting the salvage teams in the west, making them panic, forcing them to up their transportation schedules," the voice barreled on. "Someone who'd have to be there to see what is getting loaded, to know what is going where and when."

Tychus' nose flared in irritation.

"Well how the hell was I supposed to know you was-,"

"Train's coming on the southwestern track, Raynor. You're going to want everyone on hand for this one. Knocking the train'll be easy. It's gonna be the guards that are the problem."

Then the radio clicked off with a powerful sense of finality.

"Nice, Tychus."

"Shut up, Jimmy."

Of course, the voice was right. They hadn't lied the whole time. In the far distance, to the east, Raynor heard explosions going off. Big ones. Nuclear ones. But then he'd already known that MannCo had plenty of nuclear weapons. At least they were still using tactical ones, rather than Apocalypse-class versions.

"All right, Raiders. Get ready! They know we're here, and we know they can't not come through here!" He yelled. "We've taken a good bite out of the Dominion today. But I say I ain't full yet! Who's with me!?"

A lot of cheering and cheerful denials answered him.

"Well, all right then! Check your fire, choose your targets carefully, and keep an eye on one another!"

They heard them before they saw them, the sound of an approaching army and rumbling train. The Dominion hellions were out first, their reapers right behind, fastest troops rushing ahead to screen the heavies behind them. Siege tanks, marauders, marines, medics, firebats, and even a few salvaged Confederate vehicles that hadn't even been repainted yet. Diamondbacks and goliaths, mostly. But the Raiders had had time to entrench, to get ready, to even throw up a pair of bunkers, though no one was inside. They were just decoys. The minute the Dominion got in range, the Siege Breaker mercenaries he'd hired let loose with their shock cannons, followed shortly by the other Raider siege tanks. Munin drones let loose with all they had, dropping auto turret and firing hunter killer missiles at major targets. Jimmy fired his HEV rifle again and again until his hands felt numb. But for all of that, the fight was staggeringly quick. Only a few minutes passed, and then the Dominion were dead to a man, the train crashing onto the tracks and shredding it without a spectre to momentarily redirect it.

"Uh…sir? We're detecting electrical activity in the wreckage," Matt's voice in.

"Must be the special cargo everyone seems so interested in," Raynor muttered as he walked over to look, Tychus at his side.

He didn't even quite realize what he was looking at, at first. But upon stepping closer, the half-wrecked pile of scrap twitched and looked up at him sideways, its semi-human body horizontal.

"Adjutant 23-46…online…system recording…N-N-New Gettysburg Defense Initiative…S-S-Submit a-access codes."

Jimmy just stared at it as its lights flickered and died out slightly upon realizing he wasn't interacting with it.

"There's your prize, Raynor," the voice said on the radio. "Enough that the Dominion was willing to do all this. You and I both know that their coffers are rich enough they didn't need to salvage tiny stockpiles of minerals and vespene."

"…yeah. Guess she's got a hell of a something in her."

Another nuclear explosion to the east ripped out, this one even larger than the rest, causing several Raiders to stumble slightly.

"Good god, don't them MannCo boys know anything about restraint?" Tychus said incredulously, making Jimmy transfer his stare to him instead of the adjutant.

"…what?"

"Really, Tychus?"
 
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