“Dammit all to hell, Reo! Ain’t ya payin’ attention?” Edmund snarled, his patience wearing thin. He grabbed Reo by the shoulders, his claws digging into the fabric of his shirt as he shook some sense into him. “Get yer head outta yer ass and listen up. We ain’t got no time to waste on this damn rock. My brood’s tearin’ through the terran defenses like a hot knife through butter, and soon as they get bored, they’ll start eatin’ anythin’ that moves.
*Stupid bastard, he’s lucky he’s cute, ’cause he sure ain’t the brightest candle in the damn jar.* Edmund’s eyes flashed as he continued, “I’ve got a rendezvous point set up through the old mines, ’bout a click east of the crater where the damn protoss ship went down. That’s where we’re headin’, and we’re gonna do it fast.
*Hopefully, he won’t slow me down too much. I ain’t got time for a leisurely stroll through the apocalypse.*” I’ve got a squad of my best mutalisks waitin’ for us there. They’ll get us outta this hellhole and back to the Hive before the rest of the swarm burns the whole damn sector to the ground. Now move yer ass and don’t you dare slow me down, ya hear? I ain’t gonna have to carry yer sorry hide, am I?”
