"Determination to Rebuild Civilization"

"Of course, no problem."

Tyberos's reply squeezed out from behind his Sharktooth Helmet, hoarse as the hiss of some deep-sea beast.

The company captain clad in his exclusive Terminator raised his right arm, covered in scale-like armor. The hydraulic system of his Power Claw emitted a bloodthirsty hum. "Slaying Xenomorphs and plundering supplies are the Carcharodons' sworn duty."

"..."

Malakim Phoros said nothing.

The handsome warrior merely gave a slight nod. The white winged ornament behind him trembled softly, scattering fine motes of light through the Hardlight projection, while his fingers unconsciously stroked the blood-red ribbon wrapped around his spear shaft.

"..."

Jim Raynor, on the other hand, looked deeply worried.

After all, the target these Giants were discussing was the "ex-girlfriend" who had never left the Raynor's Raiders commander's mind.

But Jim Raynor had nothing to say either. Athena had stated that the Emperor would capture Sarah Kerrigan alive, and he and Raynor's Raiders only needed to cooperate with these Giants.

"The Investigation Department will provide all necessary assistance as well."

Leon added his agreement.

"In that case."

Sigismund stepped forward. The Chinese scripture etched across his pure black Power Armor was clearly visible in the holographic projection.

The legendary company captain's face was as resolute as iron, the muscles beneath his scars twitching faintly. "When do we begin?"

Sigismund's voice was like sandpaper grinding against steel, every syllable carrying the composure of a veteran hardened by countless battles.

"We will depart as soon as every Fleet has completed basic maintenance and repairs."

Athena's voice was like an oracle proclaimed within a temple, stirring faint vibrations through the air. "The estimated preparation time is twenty-four standard hours. During that period—"

The goddess's gaze swept over every warrior. "You may as well take some time to rest."

As soon as