Disclaimer: Between last chapter and now, I haven't bought Blizzard.
Note: This is my salute to the Blizzard book series. I don't consider them to be canon myself, but I thought it might be interesting to explain some stuff away.
"Mr. Raynor," said Arcturus between mouthfuls of whatever sort of glop the cook had served that day, "I've been looking through your files, and I came across something interesting. Is it true that you're married?" Damn him. He was like an overprotective father, trying to make sure his daughter didn't date some punk. Sarah's eyes widened slightly. It wasn't very visible, but Raynor caught it anyway. He smiled to himself.
"Uh... nope. That was just something I made up to get out of the draft." Raynor laughed. "See, way back in the Guild War, Mar Sara's drafting laws weren't as regulated as they are today, so if you showed the Confed that came to pick you up some papers that proved that you had a family to support, he might pity you and leave you alone." Kerrigan snorted and returned to her glop.
"There are pictures, though..."
"Let me see. Adjutant, can you bring up a copy of my record on the holoscreen over the table?" If Arcturus wanted a fight, he would get a fight.
"Of course, Sir!" came the monotonously cheerful voice of the Magistrate's human computer. The screen just above the Magistrate's head flickered on, then showed a picture of a young oriental woman. Again, Sarah's eyes widened a bit. Raynor laughed.
"Well, of course I needed to make the stuff look authentic. Stupid as they are, you couldn't expect a Confed to just take your word for it. If you look closely enough, you'll notice that it's really a picture of Tracy Wu, the owner of the big armory chain. That was before she got famous and left Mar Sara, you know. She's an old friend of mine, we went to school together." It was hard to see, but it looked as if Kerrigan had breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, that could just have been Jim's imagination. It wasn't too hard to see that Mengsk was rather disappointed.
"Besides, it says... wait... here," Raynor adjusted the holoscreen a bit. "It says that they both (yes, I invented the kid, too) died around two years ago. An accident, I think I said. Perhaps you ought to have read a little more thouroghly." Mengsk turned beet red. The Magistrate stifled a laugh.
Author's Note: I had a lot of fun with this. It just didn't seem right that Mengsk could become so angry with Raynor in such a short period of time, so it seemed logical that there had been some sort of tension between the two. Mengsk wanted exactly what happened in New Gettysburg to happen, and he didn't want Raynor to be able to interfere when that time came.