Here, far from his humble upbringing on the fringe world of Shiloh, Raynor will face some of the most trying challenges of his life. But a man can only run so far before the law-and his past-catch up with him.ĭevils’ Due recounts an unforgettable period of Jim Raynor’s life as he descends into the Koprulu sector’s criminal underworld alongside the street-savvy Findlay. Each night holds the promise of spending their hard-earned profits in bars, brothels, and gambling halls. Each day is another chance to pilfer more credits from the Confederacy’s deep coffers. Now, Raynor and Findlay are outlaws hounded by an unyielding interstellar marshal. After making a stand against their corrupt commanding officer, the two men were forced to go AWOL or risk being unjustly prosecuted and resocialized. Almost five years ago, Jim Raynor and Tychus Findlay were members of the Heaven’s Devils, an elite Confederate marine unit praised for its nerves of steeland combat expertise. It was part of the ride that life had become. They had “liberated” other credits before-it seemed to them like hundreds of thousands over the years, although the liberated credits never seemed to stay with them very long.
He and Tychus had spent hours analyzing all kinds of transportation vessels over the last few years, sometimes simply from blueprints or images, but usually up close and personal, as they were about to do now. Jim increased his speed, moving alongside the maglev until the right car came into view.
Tychus crossed over the maglev tracks, adjusting the magnetic frequency on his bike to compensate so that he, like the train itself, could cross easily. He and Tychus were behind the train, catching up to it quickly. Jim grinned as he recalled the conversation. “It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.” I’ve never met such an altruistic man in my life. “Like buying us drinks, women, and steak dinners.” It’s our duty-hell, it’s our calling-to liberate them creds to where they could do something that really mattered.” Or else put to some nefarious scheme that could hurt somebody. “Those poor creds-they’d just be condemned to lining the pockets of some Old Families who don’t need any more money. “Why, it’s a rescue mission, Jim,” Tychus had rumbled, his blue eyes dancing with good humor as he had filled Raynor in on the plan. This was a cargo train, not a passenger train, and inside its silvery innards was-if Tychus’s tip was right, and Jim had every reason to believe it would be-a very lovely, very large safe filled with Confederate credits. He felt like a wolf hunting down prey, except the purpose of today’s adventure was not the death of a living being but the death of the empty state of Raynor’s and Tychus’s wallets. At the speed at which he was urging the vulture, the wind cooled his face so that the oppressive heat vanished. It was at times like this that Jim Raynor, former marine lance corporal, proud citizen of the Confederacy and erstwhile farm boy, felt most alive.
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