"You mean you want my men to go into the heart of the most dangerous terrorist organization known to man while they're being distracted by the most dangerous species in the galaxy whom is mopping the floor with the best men in the Confederate armed forces?"
"No. I mean I want your sub-human trash to go into a petty rebel group while they're being distracted by the second most dangerous species in the galaxy whom is busy mopping the floor with the last generation of old veteran soldiers who were born to buy your slum-grown hides time in order to do what you need to for humanity."
Vince grunted. The corruption in the confederacy was beginning to be less and less deniable. Makins didn't care though. He actually liked it. As long as he was on top, which he would be. For now, though, it's time to show them who's the sub-human slum-grown piece of trash.
War Pigs, Discussion – http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/9973137692?page=1#1
War Pigs: Origins, I – http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/10039054090?page=1#1
War Pigs: Origins, III – http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/11580768290#1
War Pigs: Freelancers, I – http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/17999424998