The battlecruiser which was being swiftly destroyed by the zerg on both the inside and out began to fall to the surface. Jim Raynor, the commander, grabbed his troops and made them all get into escape pods. After jettisoning all but one, he got into the last one and flew off, feeling the shockwave from the destruction of his ship, the Hyperion, blast by him.

The escape pods were cloaked and the zerg could not see them. As they ships landed on the surface of the humid jungle world, the doors opened and the marines stepped out. They began looking for their commander, but he was no where to be found. Just then, a marine saw something that looked like a ship falling quickly towards the side of a mountain. They saw the smoke and dust which told them his ship had blow up.

"Well..." said the leader marine who had a yellow stripe on his shoulder armor. "I think we should at least go see if we can salvage any of it. I really doubt we will get off this planet in these things." He added. The marines then began the long trek to the mountain where the ship had hit.

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"Where is he Duran!?" Kerrigan said in an annoyed tone.

"I don't know." the shadowy Duran replied. "I could have sworn it was his ship. Perhaps we should check the data files." Duran said as he walked over to the barely functional console. Somehow, the zerg stopped the ship from falling. Kerrigan had wanted to kill Jim Raynor herself.

"Well Duran? What is it telling you?" she asked again in an even more annoyed tone.

"Well my queen, it shows here that all of the escape pods were jettisoned. I am not sure if they are hiding and meant for it to throw us off or if they really did load up and escape." Duran stated.

"I want this ship destroyed Duran. Get off now!" Kerrigan yelled as they both loaded back into the overlord. As the overlord flew back to the large fleet, the final scourge hit the side of the vessel, completely oblieterating it. Kerrigan's fleet then went back to searching. "I will get you Jim!" Kerrigan yelled out loud.

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"Ok men. I want you to see what you can find that is salvagable." the commanding marine told the others.

"SIR!" screamed one of the marines. "COMMANDER RAYNOR IS ALIVE!!!" he yelled. "He's in bad shape but he's alive! MEDIC!" The lead marine and a medic rushed over to him.

"Sir...I'm glad you made it." he said. The medic began to heal up his wounds.

"Excuse me sir." the medic interrupted. "I'd hate to tell you this, but this is the best I can do. Without a proper medical facility, there is no way to fix up his left arm." she said, pointing to his broken arm.

"Ok. We'll have to find something." the marine replied.

"Th..a..nk...you." Raynor replied weakly.

"No problem sir. Just doing our duty." the marine replied. "Now, we have to get going and find something to fix you up with." he said as he helped Raynor up. "Ok men! Let's move out!"