"I'm Sun Qi, a captain of the Imperial Guards. You can call me by my name." He calmly pushed up his faceplate, revealing a handsome, resolute face.
"Imperial Guard Lieutenant Sun Qi. You can call me by my name." He calmly pushed up his faceplate, revealing a handsome, resolute face.
Psychic cultivation was a form of evolution. Combined with genetic engineering, it meant that, unless they deliberately chose otherwise, everyone in the Empire was handsome or beautiful.
Psionic Cultivation was a form of evolution. Combined with adjustments made through Gene Technology, it meant that everyone in the empire was handsome or beautiful unless they deliberately chose otherwise.
"Imperial Guards," Reno murmured, turning the term over in his mind. "I can't leave yet. There's an opportunity coming up in a few months—"
Mulling over the term "Imperial Guard," Raynor mused, "I can't leave yet. There'll be an opportunity in a few months."
"There's no opportunity. If Mengsk were that easy to kill, he'd have died a thousand times over by now. Even if I went after him myself, I couldn't kill him..." The captain interrupted him.
"There won't be any opportunity. If Mengsk were that easy to kill, he'd have died a thousand times over by now. Even if I went after him myself, I couldn't kill him..." the lieutenant interrupted.
"The only way to deal with the ruler of a nation is to fight him head-on. Commander Reno, your long-cherished wish will soon come true. The Empire won't let Mengsk carry on unchecked."
"The only way to deal with a nation's leader is to fight him head-on. Commander Raynor, your long-held wish will soon come true. The empire won't stand by and let Mengsk run amok."
"As far as I'm concerned, there's not much difference between the two of you.