Chapter One
The Press Gang
Before the war, things were different. Hell, back then, we were
just making our daily living, doing our jobs, drawing our paychecks, and
stabbing our fellow men and women in the back. We had no idea how bad things
would get. We were fat and happy like maggots on a dead animal. There was enough
sporadic violence — rebellions and revolutions and balky colonial governments —
to keep the military going, but not enough to really threaten the lifestyles we
had grown accustomed to. We were, in retrospect, fat and sassy.
And if a real war broke out, well, it was the military's worry. The marines'
worry. Not ours.
— The Liberty Manifesto
The city sprawled beneath Mike's feet like an overturned bucket of jade
cockroaches. From the dizzying height of Handy Anderson's office, he could
almost see the horizon between the taller buildings. The city reached that far,
forming a jagged, spiked tear along the edge of the world.
The city of Tarsonis, on the planet Tarsonis. The most important city ... read full excerpt from: Starcraft#1: Liberty's Crusade ebook
