Cerberus Engineering
"My intelligence department told me these creatures can transform into other things," Augustus. "Don't worry about it."
"Besides the August National Security Committee, are there any other intelligence agencies?" Kerrigan tilted her head in confusion, her fiery red ponytail cascading over her shoulder, as if wondering why there was a department within the Korhal Revolutionary Army that even a mind-reading Psionics was unaware of.
Because she was forbidden from reading the innermost thoughts of this Revolutionary Army leader, Kerrigan had no way of knowing what was going on in his ocean-deep mind.
"The Korhal Intelligence Bureau is an old department; it was established in the time of my great-great-grandfather," Augustus said seriously.
"Okay~" Kerrigan winked her big, light green eyes playfully.
"Collect this monster and send it to the spaceship." Augustus paused for a moment, then added, "Take that thing from the lab with you too."
"As for you, Dr. Francos," he then said gently to the doctor beside him, "We will send you back to Tarsonis to reunite with your family."
"No, I am willing to serve the Revolutionary Army, Marshal." To avoid being silenced by Confederacy agents upon his return to Tarsonis, Dr. Francos quickly said.
"Very good, I knew you were willing to stand on our side," Augustus said with satisfaction.
While the Revolutionary Army soldiers, clad in crimson armor, frantically placed the larvae back into the freezer, Augustus, along with his guards, left the laboratory for other rooms.
Along the way, Augustus saw Revolutionary Army soldiers busily preparing to evacuate, with bloodstains and shell casings scattered everywhere. The precious precision instruments were not the most important thing; the data in the research institute's database was of paramount importance.
This place should have been an excellent secret base, but Augustus and his men were forced to abandon it.
Soon, the statistics on the casualties of the raid were handed to Augustus, followed by a stack of forms listing the captured supplies.
More than 80 percent of the equipment was left behind, and the Revolutionary Army soldiers buried high explosives throughout the research facility before leaving. In a few hours, this little-known alien research institute would disappear forever from the Koprulu Sector.
The names of seven Ghost operative were prominently listed in the list of seized supplies, making it obvious that Tychus was behind this despicable act.
It is worth noting that these captured agents fell into a coma and shock due to severe pain and excessive blood loss. When they woke up again, they found that they had permanently lost a limb or organ.
Only two Ghost operative were fortunate enough to be rescued by the Revolutionary Army while in captivity and to remain in good health; records show they were isolated after experiencing brief periods of mental instability and intermittent mental breakdowns upon contact with Zerg samples.
A researcher's experimental log revealed what these Psionics experienced—they were forced to live with alien creatures, spending their days amidst the hissing of larvae.
Researchers attempted to amplify the Psionics abilities of Ghost operative by gradually reducing the effects of Psionics suppressors, but this resulted in a resurgence of psychological issues stemming from their time at the Ghost Academy.
There are about twenty-three Ghost operative in this research institute, all of whom have a PSI level between five and seven. These powerful Psionics warriors are supposed to carry out assassination missions, but they are still formidable fighters on the front lines.
Augustus know the proportion of these Ghost operative among the Confederacy's Psionics warriors, and whether the Ghost Academy and the Confederate Congress would be furious about the attack.
Currently, the Confederacy has only a few hundred Ghost operative, or even fewer. The scarcity of natural -Psionics and the extremely high mortality rate during their early Psionics training are the main reasons for the small number of these Psionics warriors.
As they boarded the transport ship returning to the Giant- class corvette after leaving the research institute, Raynor and Tychus, along with about two squads of the Revolutionary Army soldiers, found Augustus carrying a personal terminal and a damaged Adjutant.
"An unbreakable terminal host makes it extremely difficult to hack into its system; this should be the highest level of encryption." Raynor carried the Adjutant on his back, with a cable resembling an umbilical cord trailing from its broken mechanical abdomen, sparks flying from the cable's severed ends.
This Adjutant is a robot with bronze-colored steel skin. The adjutant is designed to have human female features and is mainly used as an artificial intelligence to provide advice based on programs and calculations to military commanders and colonial governors in command centers.
Currently, artificial intelligence in the Koprulu Sector is still quite primitive, which is why these Adjutant appear rather dull and mechanical.
Although many believe that Umojan's artificial intelligence technology is superior, Umojan's export-oriented AI robots are also quite prone to malfunctions.
At this point, Tychus said, "Jim believes there might be some unknown secrets about the Terran Confederacy involved. You know, Jim always wants to find fault with the Confederacy."
"Well done, Jim. Let's see what the Umojan decoding experts can find in this junk." Augustus said happily, "Even if there aren't many secrets here, we should be able to get some Confederacy military technology."
"Besides this scrap metal, I also got my hands on quite a few good things." It's hard to believe that Tychus, with his fierce appearance, could make such a winking expression.
"I also discovered over ten tons of precious rare crystal ore in this research institute. The people here seem to be testing the reactions of alien creatures to the crystals. This crystal ore could fetch a good price, enough to arm a Fleets. Besides, those machines are also worth a lot of money; it would be a real waste to blow them up."
"We can't take those heavy things with us. Thanks for your hard work, Tychus. I'll definitely give you a raise next time," Augustus.
"You'd better keep your word." Tychus's narrowed eyes immediately brightened.
"Okay," Augustus entirely confidently.
As cargo and personnel were being loaded, more samples of the Zerg were presented to Augustus, including a skinned dog that had already been made into a specimen, a serpentine creature, and a massive monster with a thick carapace and giant scythe-like fangs.
The only thing they had in common was that these creatures were all dead.
"Why are we shipping all this 'frozen meat' back? So many valuable things are being wasted!" lamented Mr. Tychus Finley, a master of facial expression management.
"Are you planning to can these?" Raynor asked.
"Actually, I plan to hand these over to a biotechnology company I know, one that Mengsk Group has been funding for a long time," Augustus. "As far as I know, the people at Cerberus Engineering should be able to create some Warhound for me—"