Jim Raynor Starcraft 2 Novels & Stories

"You are sacrificing an empire for an asset that already belongs to the Afolayan executioner, Ronan Blackwell. Has your wolf completely lost its sanity to a delusion?" Ronan sighed, the heavy steel door sliding open as he prepared to step into the neon-lit rain of the lower district. "Miss Jimenez, your unit has clearly never experienced the raw weight of a true mate selection, but when that frequency locks, even the largest empire on the map looks like a pile of spent brass."