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The Hyperion drifted among the ruble of Mors Nine asteriod ring. The rocks were the perfect hiding spot, big enough to store a fleet, and remote enough to be ignored by passing foe.
Raynor starred out into space from his room port window, a solid three feet of bullet proof glass. Rocks swirled by, chasing their own tails of colored debris. The midlle aged commander was tired, tired of everything. The wars, the killing, the pain, it was too much.
However, Raynor knew it wasn't over. Not until his enemy was slain. He looked up at his make shift dresser. The top was lined with photo, some old, some knew. Near the front, in a polished from, Fenix looked back at him. Well more like the Dragoon looked back at him.
Raynor brushed away a tear and picked up the picture. This had been one of his close friends. Almost his best friend. The Commander blinked away more tears. He couldn't be weak, not now.
He placed the photo back in its place and picked up another one. He smiled. It was Commander James Ford. Raynor remembered the commander well. They had fought on Mar Sara as well as in the Sons of Korhal. They had parted ways after the battle of Tarsonis, after a rescue attempt had failed.
About to place the picture back, Raynor jumped as something slid from behind the picture and landed on the floor.
Curious about the paper, he set James Ford's picture back and stooped down. He picked it up and turned it over. It was another photo, and Raynor burst into tears. It was a christmas party, back when he was with the Sons of Korhal.

Flash Back: Commander Ship Hyperion: One Month Before Kerrigan's Infestion

Jim Raynor looked around him, gazing at the party-goers. The Sons Of Korhal had just made a succesful raid on a Confederate fuel station, and had claimed thousands of dollars worth of resources. It was Christmas, or at least when the Terran Sector celebrated the holiday. Though there was little present giving, there was lots of laughter and happiness. Jim looked around the huge room once again, and spotted Kerrigan entering through a passage. He quickly strolled over there and seized her in a hug. "Let go of me you oaf," she said playfully, and Jim set her down. He laugh when he realized she still wore her Ghost uniform. "Do you know whats above us?" Jim asked Sarah. She looked puzzled before looking up. Jim leaned forward suddenly, grabbed Sarah and bent her backwards in a long kiss, like one seen in movies. Claps like thunder exploded around them. Jim allowed her to stand straight again. The two looked out at the crowd, some where a Camera flashed, catching the two held together in a loving embrace. "That's Bregas, not Misltoe," Sarah whispered to Jim. "Learn the diffrence, my knight in shining armor." "It doesn't matter to me," Jim answered. He leaned in for another kiss.

End of Flash Back

Raynor was nocked out of his thoughts be the intercom blarring his name. Quickly he rose, wiped tears from his eyes, and headed toward the bridge.

Zeratul watched Raynor flash onto the Psi Screen. He could tell from the Human's blotchy face and sore eyes that he had been weeping. The Protoss understood.
"Zeratul, how is going," came Jim's usual welcome. The Protoss gave a quick [Fine, thank you,] before continuing.
[Raynor, I congratulate you on your success, but I must ask you something,] Zeratul said.
"Shoot,"
[I have tried in vain to find the Protoss and Artanis, but I have failed,] Zeratul said. [I wonder if you have made contact with them.]
"Sorry, no such luck," Raynor answered. "I'll tell you when I see 'em." Zeratul nodded in thanks.
[I also have a gift for you, coming in over the Psiport network,] Zeratul informed. [You may need it in your dangerous road.]
"Thanks, you Protoss are to kind," Raynor said as the com died down.

Raynor turned to the Psiport, or better know as the Teleportation Grid. It hummed with dark energy, then stopped. Raynor reach forward, wonder written across his face.
The weapon was four-feet long, curved near the end. Raynor had seen blades like it, but not as awesome as this one. He picke dit up, feeling the Dark Templars energy crackle along the blade.
It was a Warp blade. Raynor gave a expiramental swing with the weapon before felling the hilt. He quickly found what he needed. The blade harbored powerful energy built in, like that of Probes and othe robotic Protoss warriors.
Raynor had seen the work done before, a Psi-generator. He even had one in his Marine armor. However, he had never seen the Psi-Generator used like this. Raynor smiled to himself. He needed to ask Zeratul something, and quickly.

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