Jim Raynor Starcraft 2 Novels & Stories

Call it yourself David, Adam's personal assistant. Even though it was nearing dawn, the two men did not fall asleep. Even though Adam hasn't slept in two days, but his two black beads are still perfectly open. Even still able to give everyone a glare. Adam and David were busy in front of a computer screen, they were working hard on a mission. David is a reliable hacker who can undoubtedly have his abilities, it only took hundreds of hours to complete the CCTV.

Standing around the glowing, holographic tactical table were the leaders of the new digital world. Marcus (DragonSlayer99), the towering Paladin and Commander of the Ghost Army, leaned heavily on his silver broadsword. Next to him stood Jax, the glitch-kid, spinning the golden Admin Key around his index finger. And completing the triad was Brog, the massive NPC blacksmith, who looked incredibly out of place among the players, yet carried an aura of undeniable authority. "Wraith," Marcus nodded respectfully as Ren approached the table. "Report," Ren said, getting straight to the point. The phantom weight of the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle settled comfortably on his digital back.

Reaper noted, standing up in the passenger seat of a scav-crawler and racking the bolt of his sniper rifle. "Those aren't just swords," Dax warned, his amber eyes tracking the impossibly fast movements of the advancing crimson mechs. "They're phased. Kinetics won't stop them." A squad of Cyber-Ronin lunged forward. They didn't run; they engaged integrated repulsor-skates in their boots, gliding across the black-glass streets at terrifying speeds. One of the Ronin closed the distance to Tank in a microsecond, swinging its magenta katana in a blindingly fast, horizontal arc designed to cleave the massive enforcer and his trike entirely in half.

“I am Damian, the Defender. This is my duty. Regnar! Everything is in your hands now.” Regnar merely nodded, eyes burning with ferocity. He lifted two fingers to his lips and released a muffled cry—the mute demon’s battle call. Damian opened the chamber’s rear emergency exit, rarely used. He cast one last look our way before the darkness of the corridor swallowed him. Now only Regnar and I remained with Sadira. Two wounded demons and a frail but dangerously powerful hybrid, standing at the most protected yet most vulnerable point of the Nest. “Come closer, Jake,” Sadira whispered. “We don’t have much time.”

The blond one kept staring at Thane, his eyes hard and jaw set. Thane drew back and nodded to Roan who stepped forward, his face devoid of expression. In one swift movement he pressed a compartment in the wall and it slid open mechanically to reveal a set of tools - scalpels, probes, heat rods, neural stimulators. The younger soldier's eyes widened in alarm as he took in the instruments. Roan approached him, his face set in concentration. “You might die here,” he said softly, almost gently. “But before that—you’ll feel every inch of your failure.”

Final Bastion watched the Ravens’ position with utter trepidation. Although their scout had circled around in an attempt to make visual contact, he was constantly driven off by Freya’s beamcannon. Clearly they could see them, but not the other way around. It was utterly baffling to Deadeye, as his advanced sensor suite was among the best in class. Admittedly, Raijin’s Skymirror was literally the best A-ranked EWar system available, but it still shouldn’t have beaten his equipment by such a degree.

Nicht frowned and wanted to help the second space ability user, but Raeyan interrupted him. “Your opponent is me!” Raeyan said as he glared at Nicht. Nicht paused, then looked at him. “Your problem is being compared to someone?” he asked. Raeyan, however, didn’t get angry this time. “There is no use in provoking me.” He said and grinned. Then, he started to attack Nicht again. Nicht was forced to face Raeyan again. “That’s one down!” Vermeil sighed in relief after they saw the second space ability user died.

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”