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Adjutant: The fleet has lost contact with the ground forces at New Gettysburg. General Mengsk has ordered the immediate disengagement of the Korhal fleet from the Tarsonian system. Protoss and Zerg forces continue to battle across the core continent of Tarsonis. Receiving incoming transmission:
Raynor: I can’t believe he actually left her down there! I’m gone, and you’d better come with me. There’s no tellin’ who Arcturus’ll screw over next.
Adjutant: Receiving incoming transmission:
Mengsk: Gentlemen, you’ve done very well, but remember that we’ve still got a job to do. The seeds of a new Empire have been sewn, and if we hope to reap–
Raynor: Aw, to hell with you!
Mengsk: You’re making a terrible mistake. Don’t even think to cross me. I’ve sacrificed too much to let this fall apart.
Raynor: You mean like you sacrificed Kerrigan?
Mengsk: You’ll regret that. You don’t seem to realize my situation here. I will not be stopped. Not by you, or the Confederates, or the Protoss or anyone! I will rule this sector or see it burnt to ashes around me. If you try to get in my —
Adjutant: The fleet is prepped and ready, Commander. Awaiting orders.
Raynor: The hell with him. We’re gone.
Adjutant: It appears that General Duke has successfully activated Tarsonis’ primary defensive weapon, the Ion Cannon. The Cannon must be shut down if any escape attempt is to be made.
Adjuntant: Commander, our position has been discovered. As of two hours ago, a large Confederate strike force arrived on Antiga Prime and established a base camp within our defensive perimeter. Arcturus Mengsk is calling a meeting.
Mengsk: Greetings. I know you’re all concerned about the Confederate strike force, but first we have a grave matter to discuss. It seems our data discs didn’t hold weapon designs after all. Lieutenant Kerrigan will explain.
Kerrigan: You all know that the Confederates run a program for psychically gifted humans, training them to be Ghosts. Those running the program found that the Zerg are attuned to the psychic emanations of Ghosts.
Raynor: So the Zerg are here for you, darlin’? This keeps gettin’ better and better.
Kerrigan: Shut up. There’s been a lot of secret Confederate research surrounding Ghosts and the Zerg. What we stole was a small but critical piece of the puzzle: designs for a Transplanar Psionic Waveform Emitter. The emitters broadcast the neural imprint of a Ghost, but at a much greater magnitude. These things reach across worlds.
Mengsk: The Confederacy used these Psi Emitters to lure the Zerg into isolated containment areas. Your colony — Mar Sara — Commander, was one such location.
Raynor: What are you saying?
Mengsk: I’m saying the Zerg are a secret weapon developed by the Confederacy. I’m saying you were all subjects of a Confederate weapons test.
Just as they destroyed Korhal with nuclear weapons to establish dominance a generation ago, they would use the Zerg to put an end to their other rivals. Only this time there’d be no outrage; who could suspet the aliens were their creation? No, they’d be lauded as heroes for coming in and destroying the Zerg. It’s time the Confederacy paid for its crimes.
And I just know the way. Lieutenant Kerrigan is going to plant an emitter at the Confederate base camp. Commander, you will provide her with an escort. When the Zerg arrive, they’ll break the blockade for us and we’ll make our escape. Now get moving.
Adjutant: It appears that the Confederates are in a state of panic about the Antigan revolt. I’m picking up a high number of Confederate transmissions going back and forth between their outposts and their headquarters on Tarsonis. Most of the transmissions are heavily coded, but wait, here’s something:
Duke: This is General Duke calling from Alpha Squadron flagship Norad II! We’ve crash-landed and are being hit hard by the Zerg! Request immediate backup from anyone receiving this signal! Repeat, this is a priority one distress call–
Raynor: Zerg? Here? Serves’ em right. ‘Bout time they got a taste of what it’s like to be in there mixin’ it up.
Mengsk: Jim, I want you to move in and save that base.
Raynor: I’m positive I didn’t hear that right.
Kerrigan: Arcturus, have you lost your mind?
Mengsk: Listen, I know Duke’s a cold hearted bastard but an entire colony shouldn’t have to suffer for that. Besides, a Confederate general could prove to be a powerful ally. This is an opportunity we cannot miss.
Kerrigan: I don’t like this at all.
Mengsk: I’m not asking you to like it. I’m asking you to do it.
Adjutant: Your tenure as Colonial Magistrate is suspended, pending an official investigation of your affiliation with the Sons of Korhal. Receiving incoming transmission…
Raynor: Hey, man. Arcturus’ boys sprung me from the prison ship. Apparently, they’re as frustrated with the Confederates as we are! I know their reputation, but they seem to be on the level. I think Arcturus wanted to speak with you…
Mengsk: Commander, Mar Sara is almost completely overrun by the Zerg. The Confederates are abandoning the planet, and so are we. However, there is one thing I’d like to do before we leave.
I want you to raid this colony’s Confederate outpost and retrieve whatever design or weapon’s schematics that you can find in their networks. With the chaos of the Confederate’s evacuation, you shouldn’t have any trouble getting in or out of their installation.
Duke: I got your message, Magistrate, and frankly I don’t care what you have to say about Confederate regulations. You damn fringe world yokels are all alike, don’t know where your loyalties lie. Y’all have a real good day now, y’hear?
Adjutant: Transmission ended. The report you requested is ready. Sixteen outland stations have reported sightings of the alien invaders identified as Zerg. The Confederates have arrested all standing militia forces and continue to avoid action against the Zerg. Three stations have fallen to the Zerg already. We’ve been unable to locate any source of military relief except… the extremist faction known as The Sons of Korhal. Their liaison is holding on line.
Mengsk: Good day, Magistrate. My name is Arcturus Mengsk, and I represent The Sons of Korhal. You’re familiar with the Confederate propaganda surrounding my group, but your reputation suggests you’ll see past it. It’s never been our practice to operate in any one place for long, but these Zerg don’t look like they’re going to wait. I’m going to make you an offer, Magistrate. I’d like to help you out by sending down a number of transports to your colony and evacuating any survivors.
You know, of course, that my organization operates outside the bounds of Confederate law. That’s why they spread their lies and misinformation. If you decide to accept our help, you’ll be branded as an outlaw too. But, it’s a chance to save those people. Time to make a stand, Magistrate.
Adjutant: Ending transmission. Priority Alert! Evacuation Zone under attack by Zerg forces. Distress beacon activated at 1220.
Raynor: Hey, what’s up, man? Got yer refugees tucked in nice and tight. Provided you can sidestep anymore surprises from our Confederate friends, and we can keep them away from those critters, they should have an easy time.
Adjutant: Priority alert! Backwater Station under attack by unknown alien organisms. Distress beacon activated at 0658. Alerting Confederate headquarters on Tarsonis…. Stand by for incoming transmission.
Duke: We’ve already received the distress beacon from Backwater, and we’ll take care of it. You just sit tight. You’ll be notified if there’s anything we think you need to know.
Raynor: Damn! Listen, if we wait for Confederate reinforements, that station’s dust. I’ll head out there now, do what I can. You send in some militia, and we’ll save those folks. Trust me.
Advisor: Adjutant Online. Good evening, Magistrate. I’ll fill you in on what’s been happening: Confederate traffic has increased substantially within the system due to the recent Protoss destruction of the Chau Sara colony. The Confederates have tightened security of all outlying systems, and it’s likely that this colony will be locked-down as well. An encrypted Confederate transmission came for you while you were at dinner. Replaying transmission:
Duke: Greetings, Magistrate. I’m General Edmund Duke of the Confederate Security Forces, Alpha Squadron. The Confederacy has quarantined this entire planet, and we’ll proceed with the lock-down within 48 hours. You’re to relocate your core colonists to the outlying wastelands. Now I know there won’t be any problems with these new arrangements.
Advisor: Transmission ended. I have contacted the local Marshal, James Raynor. Raynor has agreed to meet your personnel en route and escort them to the new wasteland site.