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[center][h2]Raider's Base[/h2][/center]

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Jim was back in his room in the command center after a busy day of dealing with various day-to-day base operations that required his attention. Word had reached him that Rave, the one Spectre he'd met who he trusted absolutely since he'd known the man since he was a Ghost, had gone to retrieve Terra from a predicament. While he didn't necessarily like the female Ghost, since it had been her who'd dropped him on the prison ship Kerrigan had rescued him from, he didn't hold a grudge and was willing to give her a second chance. About five minutes after he settled in to just listen to some of his favorite tunes, the coms officer ran in, her face one of both triumph and surprise. Sitting up from his reclined position, the commander began to open his mouth when she spoke. [color=DarkGreen]"Sir, you need to hear this!"[/color] Without waiting for a reply, she plugged a flashdrive into his computer and loaded the file before hitting play.

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	[i]To anyone who might be out there, for the love of whatever god is listening I hope you get this and get it fast! We've been on the run this past month or so, fuck knows I didn't keep track. Soldiers, monsters, hell god-fucking-damned sorcerers showed up in the mix! It's been a shitshow from the start and we were caught with our pants down. Despite it all we managed to make our way south, us and some other folk we found along the way. Then met up with some... well tribals I'd guess you'd call them, said they were gods or some such bullshit. They were camped around some huge generator or something, I don't fucking know. Anyways, for a while it seemed like a safe place, they were strong, stronger than any of us that's for sure. But out of the blue a bunch of Road-Warrior rejects showed up and set the place ablaze. Some of us fought, most of us hid while the tribe went to meet them in force. It didn't take long for the bunch of savages to get ripped apart by the bastards. 

	We ran as quick as we could when the chief's head was cleaved off his shoulders and dashed on the rocks. I ain't fucking around man, these psychos got all sorts of weird grimy-lookin' tech on 'em. Big guns, mechanical arms, blades and spikes all over 'em. Hooping and hollerin' like a bunch of dumb animals as they wen't round rippin' out innards and quartering bodies. It was about a a day and two nights before they were done, and we heard their buggies and trucks roaring behind us. We scattered, different folks from different groups spreading out so some of us could try and make it out. Not many of us made it this far, found some big ass fort and locked it up tighter than a virgin in Gomorrah. Wasn't long before they found the place and now they're beating down all the fucking walls around us. Don't know who's out there, if anyone is, but help us out and we'll owe you, big. Sending coordinates out, and just gonna hope something worse than those bastards doesn't come a knockin'. Fuck it.[/i]
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Jim stared for a moment before he pulled up a map based on what they'd already scouted. The area was close to where they were settin' up an outpost, but he didn't have the manpower to spare to mount a rescue. He then remembered the broadcast from those Richter's Rangers the day before and grinned. [color=Gray]"Coms officer, patch me through to those Ranger fellas. I'd like to have a word."[/color] She nodded and rushed back out his door as he turned to his communications console, when it flashed at him that it was ready, he spoke. [color=Gray]"Richter's Rangers, this is Commander James Raynor of Raynor's Raiders, a Terran Dominion combat force. We recently picked up a distress call and find outselves in the unfortunate position of lacking the manpower ourselves to go help. You interested in some work?"[/color]