001 ||Voice|| // We ain't in Korpulu nomore.
Right. Is this piece o'shit on?
[Smack-clunk. Raynor, stop abusing the lower tech device before you break it.]
Right, Name's Jim Raynor, and I am - was a marshal and marine, but it seems that none o'that matters here. By now most of us have been told our whole lives are lies and all that wonderful shit that goes with. I dunno about the rest of ya, but I ain't buying into it. But right now? There ain't a thing I can do about it, other than keep m'head down, and get on with my life, as best I can, given the nuked-by-a-ghost look o't'place.
[There's a grumble or three about this whole fact. One might be able to catch the names Mensk and Kerrigan.]
A more thorough look over the brochures also says we oughtta find a job or something, cause I don't think that board is gonna last forever, and I sure as hell don't think we get free food for long, if we get that.