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Liberty's Crusade
“Not chess pieces. Tools. Talented, useful tools. And yes. Raynor, Duke, the Zerg, the Protoss. Yes,
even you and dear Lieutenant Kerrigan are all tools to achieve a greater good, a better future. Yes, things
look dark right now, and I’ll admit my culpability. But think of this: if things are terrible now, think how
good we’ll look when we take over, eh?”
“Don’t look now,” Mike said, looking past Mengsk, up at the screen, “but I think some more of your
tools are attacking your other tools.”
“Eh?” Mengsk spun in place and looked at the board. Already the first blue-white triangles, the symbols
of the Protoss, were making planetfall. The red Zerg triangles were dispersing in their wake in ripples. It
was as though the Protoss were stones thrown into a crimson pond.
“This is bad,” Mengsk said softly. “Very bad. I did not expect them to arrive so quickly. This is very bad
indeed.”
“Oh my God. Youreally didn’t expect this,” Mike said, blinking in surprise. Then the nervousness in his
stomach turned to chill fear, and he added, “Why doesn’t that make me feel any better?”