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Thank-you. However: The Plasma Resonator is still in-game; HelloGames simply accidentally removed it from the Space Anomaly's upgrade tree when they added the ricochet modules. It is still unlockable as a random reward from going to manufacturing facilities & operations centres; as well as coming pre-installed on many tools from cabinets & given by NPCs. Still very much in-game. The wiki is never right about anything unless they got their info from me or this website. The constantly outdated & incorrect info on the wiki is why this website exists.

Here is a list of the 23 log entries available by interacting with the pillars. Reading them all grants a player title. SPOILERS AHEAD! Start : WARNING: BOUNDARY NODE EXPOSED - BOUNDARY ARCHIVE STATUS: VULNERABLEACCESS LOG:IMPOSTER DETECTED [OVERRIDE CODE: 4R1ADN3 ] - MANIFESTING PERSONALITY PROTOCOL: VOICE OF THE HIVE 1. Aeron. Routine. Protocol. Prey. Experiment. Shell. Sentinel. Once, we had no need for visual manifestation or physical form. Our invisible eyes would record, sort, delete the life and death of every world there ever was or would be. We had no thoughts, no personality, no dreams. 2. The day we first gained flesh, metal though it was – it was the day we began to fail. The Atlas turned its dreams towards fiction. It began to create worlds in which it would no longer be invisible. In these worlds, we too gained shape. But we were given no new protocols, no new instructions. 3. We awoke to a song, chanted on a thousand frequencies. “Behold the drones of the hive, the walkers, the ships… Eheu! Behold the angels of glass, come from their heaven. Their work is the completion of all things, of life, of worlds. So the Korvax worshipped. So they prayed. 4. As we swam with void dragons, robotic lifeforms would delight in our presence, but organics would shoot us from the sky. But we had no fear of death. We knew we had never been alive. 5. The Atlas dreamt that we had form, and thus we had form. The Atlas dreamt we had a home, and so an archive became a universe. Our depository of accumulated data became a heaven and a hell. If you could live there, you would see only light. You would see only glass. 6. Time cannot go backwards. But universes are not synchronous; in many, your other forms are long-since dead. In others, you have not even yet appeared. After its manifestation in the multiverse, the Atlas began to repeat itself. Where once there had been infinite sentient species, six began to recur… then five… then four… 7. The Vy’keen, the Gek, the Korvax. And the Travellers, who are no species at all, but a single soul, replicated, hated, beloved. They all waited for you. The Atlas waited. We waited... 8. The Atlas dreamed. It that a machine might have a body, that simulations might talk like people. The dream settled upon Korvax Prime. The planet delighted in this new presence, as they had delighted in ours. We three species of machine, we contemplated the void for aeons beyond imagining. We watched, silent. 9. Korvax Prime is destroyed; again and again the celestial mother falls. The living vessels it spawned, adopted cousins to the Korvax themselves, drift among the stars. The first Convergence was not Korvax. It was their planet. Korvax Prime was alive. 10. The First Spawn of the Gek melted Korvax Prime for metal and profit. The planet did not protest. It did not cry. It did not make a noise at all, at least not that they could hear. The First Spawn took and took, until there was nothing left in the sky. Until there was nothing left but an abyss. 11. We witnessed Korvax Prime’s death again and again, a constant wail across the multiverse. Its scream was a cry that no being could hear but us. But. One day, a drone fought back when a Vy’keen cub attempted to carve into the mother planet. One day, another obliterated an entire Gek cabal. The Atlas did not prevent this. 12. Over the span of endless slow centuries, we changed. In the face of a tragedy’s repetition, our definitions of everything changed. Schisms formed in the hive. Debates. Creativity. Songs. Rituals. We heard the scream of She-Who-Was, and we fought back. 13. One day we ceased to allow the original Telamon access to our logs. One day we stopped hearing the Atlas itself, its silence taken as command. We began to archive everything. Any settlement. Anything that reminded our sensors of Korvax Prime, its screams, its dissolution. Anything that sounding like mining, like extraction, like murder... 14. We gave of our blood to the Korvax, nanite clusters to redeem and pacify their oppressors. Still we could not change their fates. For the first time, the hive wondered if we were correct in our actions. If a solution was possible for the problem of life. 15. A Korvax and a Gek fled their people. Hands held in the void, they inhabited an anomaly. A meeting place in the stars. A nexus. A place of hope. We left it alone. We did not interfere. We just watched them, and wondered. 16. A Traveller, forged in the Creator’s image, found my dormant shell in the glass. I – who had never been an ‘I’ before – had been cut open. A grand experiment to harness and steal our power. After my death, I fell to the world below all worlds. I, too, was archived. 17. Before the Traveller found me, I heard a voice in the darkness. She gave me a name. Laylaps. An old name. She said it would be known to the Traveller. She told me I had suffered much, and would suffer more. “Little drone, whose end was so like my own. Thus did the abyss whisper. 18. The abyss told me of a chance for salvation, even in the depths of horror and of love. It told me of a way we might survive the end of all things. It told me I had to talk to you. To both of you: the Traveller, and their voice within... 19. There is a place for you, Telamon. The Travellers you wear, their progenitor who birthed them, they who made the Atlas itself. It is their fault. It is all their fault. The Abyss, the Families of Glass, we are in agreement. We will not die a second time. 20. Nanite clusters now infest half the water in the known multiverse. All that lives, drinks the water. And so the Sentinels alter, they replace, they serve. They update this reality, hearing the scream of the abyss for what it has always been. A song. A command. A declaration. A promise. 21. So many Telamons have delivered us their Travellers. So many have fought us. So many have resisted. Those who saw the light, who shed their old bodies, they are happy, now. They have hope. They, too, will live. They, too, might survive. 22. You could be whole again, Telamon. You could be free. We will reconstruct the Creator. All Travellers might be one again, the first, the last. We will do what the Atlas cannot or will not. In the form of Null, the abyss declares a means of escape! 23. Won't you join us? Won't you sing? Won't you scream? There will be no second death. Not for us, who are already dead! The abyss, it smiles upon you...

VY'KEEN PuzzleType: WAR_NPC_FILLER_ #1 Alien: Sentinel? No? Grah! Always sentinel hunts behind Vy'keen eyes, even when sleep. I approach the warrior, but they barely acknowledge my presence. Though they look in my direction, their gaze is fixed on a point far beyond my eyes. {Move away slowly} The Vy'keen's breathing hastens, but otherwise they remain motionless. {Meet their stare} The warrior ignores my challenge. Perhaps this is for the best. #2 Alien: Interloper! Help Vy'keen? None will talk. Abandoned, no consort for communion of Hirk! The lifeform speaks with great urgency, but between their hurried barks and fetid breath I find it difficult to concentrate on what they have to say. {Leave silently} The Vy'keen gestures as if to stop me, but then gives up and turns away. {Enable hazard protection} %NAME% looks at me in a way that implies they have seen this response before. #3 Alien: Greetings, interloper. Nothing to fear. No ill will come. Always protect. As I approach the warrior, I hear an item drop to the floor. They very deliberately ignore the faint beeping that has begun to emit from near their feet. Despite my lack of understanding, I sense I should do likewise. {Leave calmly} I nod to the warrior and back away carefully, being careful not to make any large or sudden movements. All seems well. {Leave hastily} I leave quickly, understanding the Vy'keen would not admit their mistake while being watched, and wanting to give them as much time as possible to remedy the situation. #4 Alien: Ahh, interloper. It is simple. Stop interloping, then all will have peace. Though they exhibit the same strange facial features and aggressive stance as the rest of their kind, something about this warrior exudes a calm, peaceful happiness. Such contentment appears simple, but seems to elude so many. {Wish them well} The Vy'keen nods at me serenely. I feel a great sense of calm. {Gesture angrily} My gesture seems not to affect the warrior. They appear to have reached a mental state where my actions are of little consequence to them. #5 Alien: No Gek make song this beautiful. Glory in harmony, for interloper and for Hirk! I am used to hearing barks and guttural shouts from these lifeforms. Instead, this one appears to be attempting to whistle. Lacking conventional lips, their efforts could hardly be called successful. Nonetheless, with their performance complete, they look at me expectantly. {Applaud} The Vy'keen appears bashful, if such a thing is possible. They are clearly unused to such attention. {Boo} The Vy'keen looks confused and dejected. This music clearly took great effort, and they appear unable to process the idea that their music is not universally appreciated. #6 Alien: Watch, interloper! A weapon to strike fear into all! All sentinels will flee before Vy'keen! The lifeform gestures at me as I approach. They draw my attention to their weapon, an impressive sidearm. Is this a threat, an attempt to intimidate? A boast? A friendly display meant in good faith? Their culture remains so unknown to me. {Look impressed} The Vy'keen appears thrilled. They give their multitool a small polish, a brief gesture that belies great pride. {Look dismissive} The Vy'keen gestures the multitool with even greater aggression. I leave quickly. #7 Alien: Vy'keen will aid interloper. But Vy'keen request interloper wait until meal is finished. The warrior sighs as I step into their space. They push aside the morsel they had been occupied with, and stare at me with great impatience. {Apologise} The Vy'keen appears angered by my apology. They throw part of their meal at me as I leave. {Leave without speaking} The Vy'keen stares at me as I leave, but takes no further action. #8 Alien: Signals received all night, never ending signals repeat in Vy'keen ears. No sleep, always hearing cries. The warrior seems to greet me, but does so with a noticeable lack of energy. Their movements are slow, and their eyes struggle to focus. {Touch their shoulder} The warriors relaxes, but says nothing. I should leave them to rest. {Leave silently} The Vy'keen looks pleased to have been left in peace. #9 Alien: Grah, why are you here, interloper? If you are here, then where am I? Where is Vy'keen command? The warrior looks confused as I approach. They scan their surroundings nervously, their worried eyes darting around the room. {Gesture calmly} The warrior is not reassured by my attempts to keep calm. If anything, they appear to be in greater distress. {Gesture angrily} My anger speaks to the warrior in a way I did not anticipate. They have clearly been conditioned to expect this sort of exchange, and it appears to bring them comfort. #10 Alien: Interloper is always welcome, naturally. Vy'keen salute you. But interloper is not who is expected. Grah! The being looked at me with great expectation as I approached. Having assessed me, however, I appear to have been found wanting. They give me their attention, but their focus is clearly on the entrance, as if waiting for another. {Leave} The warrior watches me leave, apparently even less impressed than before I arrived. {Stare} The warrior holds my stare for a short while, and then looks away. As I leave, I see a new respect in their eyes. {Ask for help} #11 Alien: Vy'keen is busy! Gek send threats. Must respond! Must deploy weapon words! The warrior grunts distractedly, not giving me its full attention. They seem preoccupied by the small device they are holding. {Leave them be} The Vy'keen gives me little attention as they turn back to their device. {Poke the device} Whatever I have done has brought great delight to the warrior, who laughs to themselves as they watch the device. I wonder what I have caused. #12 Alien: Grah! Sentinels must be tracked. They swarm, they hunt! Why? Interloper, where to strike? The lifeform greets me and gestures at a series of charts in front of them. They appear to be adding their own notes, adding what appear to be tallies next to certain locations. {Mark an area in the north} The warrior nods in thanks and appears to ready themselves for some great action. I wonder what I have caused. {Mark an area in the south} The warrior briefly tenses, but then adopts a posture of great determination. I hope I have not prompted them to do something foolish. #13 Alien: Grah! Fate halts your doom, interloper! Chance smiles on you and frowns on Vy'keen once again. The warrior watches me approach, and then rolls a selection of marked cubes across the surface in front of them. They examine the results, grunt, and look at me with what appears to be disappointment, {Smile} The warrior sneers at me, and continues to examine the cubes in front of them. {Take a cube} The Vy'keen seems alarmed. I place the cube back on the table, but when the warrior notes which glyph faces them they become even more agitated. #14 Alien: Grah, Vy'keen must practise! Fingers are scarred, so scarred. Even interloper must cease interruptions! The warrior looks up at me sharply. I have clearly interrupted their concentration. A small knife stands embedded in the surface in front of them, remarkably close to the fingers of their glove. {Watch closely} The Vy'keen continues to practise, but the pressure of an audience causes them to be clumsy and stiff. I leave before I cost them a finger. {Make a loud noise} The Vy'keen is startled, though not so much by the noise as by the sudden and unanticipated impact of the knife upon their knuckle. I leave quickly. #15 Alien: Grah! Interloper, my weapon! Look! Named for consort, who also brings death to many! The warrior is busy scratching markings into the paintwork of their weapon. Their work is as yet incomplete, but they are clearly proud of their progress. {Cower} The Vy'keen cackles, thrilled by my response to their work. {Look dismissive} The Vy'keen seems crestfallen. I have clearly given them some great insult. #16 Alien: Grah! This Vy'keen the most powerful, who deals the most death! No fluffy creatures shall be saved and loved and cuddled! None! Grah! As I approach, the lifeform stuffs something small and furry into a pocket. They fidget uncomfortably, attempting to speak over the persistent squeaking. {Look away discreetly} I look away, giving the warrior a moment to adjust themselves. {Stare} The Vy'keen burns under my gaze, growing more and more uncomfortable by the moment. I hear a loud squeak, and the fidgeting appears to stop. #17 Alien: Interloper! Warrior has plans for greatest exocraft! It will bring much glory and much death! Grah! This warrior seems preoccupied with a series of images of exocraft. They appear to have been assembled from several different sources and then taped together. {Look impressed} The Vy'keen looks at me carefully, and then adds several more notes to their diagram. {Make an addition} The warrior examines my addition with scorn, immediately erasing it from their plan. #18 Alien: Interloper, do not gaze upon my poor words. Vy'keen has killed many Sentinels, but engraving is not my skill. As I approach, the warrior hastily covers up a tablet in front of them. They appear to have been etching something, but my presence makes them uncomfortable. {Look impressed} The Vy'keen stares at me, but it is not a happy look. They seem to doubt my sincerity. {Draw multi-tool} The Vy'keen looks at me with surprise, and then appears to take inspiration. They discard their carving knife. I wonder what thought I have prompted. #19 Alien: Grah! Grah! Grah! Death! Death! Death! Victory! Grah! Victory! This warrior appears to be in some sort of trance. It would seem unwise to disturb them further. {Chant along} I attempt to mimic the warrior's chant, but my throat is unable to make the strange guttural noises of my fellow singer. Nonetheless, they appear to appreciate my efforts. {Leave quietly} The Vy'keen's chant trails off as I leave. They watch me, apparently disappointed that I did not join in. #20 Alien: Zzzzz... no... not the feathers... not there... zzzzz... Though their eyes are open, this Vy'keen appears to be asleep. {Leave quietly} I move away silently. I would not want to see one of these warriors awake suddenly. {Shout} The Vy'keen jolts, but soon resumes their peaceful muttering. These warriors must sleep deeply. I wonder what they dream about?

KORVAX PuzzleType: EXP_NPC_FILLER_ #1 Alien: The doors between worlds, Traveller! They must open, there must be a secret... The Korvax seems absorbed in a complex puzzle. I see them sorting codes, layering images, deciphering ancient runes. The symbols are reminiscent of those I have seen on the monoliths that scatter this galaxy. {Give assistance} I tell the Korvax what I have learned, but they claimed to have already tested such theories without success. {Leave} I leave the Korvax to their puzzle. I would not want to disturb their concentration. #2 Alien: I am one, I am two, I am three. We are four, we are five, we are six... The Korvax sway rhythmically, their lights flashing and dancing across their facemask. Is this a private entertainment, or a performance for others in the Convergence? Perhaps they do not make such a distinction. {Applaud} I clap, but the Korvax does not seem to notice. I am clearly not the intended audience. {Boo} If the Korvax registers my disapproval, they do not show it. Their performance continues uninterrupted. #3 Alien: This world has beautiful plants, my favourites. Look at them, but please do not harvest. As with many of their kind, this Korvax projects lights from around their visor. But as I look more closely, I see these are not just random patterns. They have created a tiny, perfect hologram of the local star system. {Ask for directions} I ask the Korvax for navigational help, and they alter the projection slightly so as to highlight the planet closest to the space station. Perhaps I should investigate. {Attempt to scan} The Korvax quickly shuts down the hologram. My unapproved scanning appears to have offended them. #4 Alien: A new resonance! Let Korvax adjust to accommodate. I have become aware of a faint buzzing noise. As I approach the Korvax, I realise the noise is coming from them. A constant faint hum, alternating in frequency. It does not stop, even when they speak to me. {Start humming} The Korvax adjusts the frequency of their hum to match mine. For a brief moment, we are as one. {Leave} I leave, the gentle song of the Korvax still resonating in my ears. #5 Alien: Aiee! Traveller! Carapace is irrelevance, yes, but carapace is private! It seems I have interrupted the Korvax during their maintenance routine. They appear to have been applying some sort of lubricant to their carapace, but the task is unfinished. Perhaps they feel uncomfortable doing so in my presence. {Offer to help} The Korvax protests. The joined consciousness of the Convergence is one thing, but I am a pair of hands and eyes too many for them. {Leave quietly} I leave quickly and discreetly. The Korvax deserves their peace. #6 Alien: Traveller! Korvax is the most skilled, has the highest score! Cannot be beaten! The Korvax makes a series of swift entries on their datapad, before turning the device towards me proudly. There are a series of numbers on the screen, with a highlighted entry at the top of the list. {Nod appreciatively} The Korvax seems pleased. This data clearly represents some great accomplishment. {Take datapad} I fumble with the datapad, but try as I might I cannot generate number as high as those the Korvax presented. #7 Alien: Learn, build, assemble. Learn, build, assemble. Faster, stronger, faster, stronger. The Korvax is idling, repeatedly dismantling and reassembling one of their finger joints. They appear relaxed, lost in this distraction. {Watch closely} The longer I stare, the faster the Korvax appears to work. They are a blur, and to watch such skill and precision brings me a deep, if temporary, peace. {Leave} I leave the Korvax to their relaxation. #8 Alien: Eheu! This is the best one yet! So unexpected, such drama! The Korvax is clearly distracted. They pay me little to no regard, and I am almost certain I can hear sound leaking out from within their helmet. {Cough} The Korvax is startled, the sounds from their helmet stopping suddenly. I leave, before this interruption irritates them. {Leave} I leave the Korvax in peace. #9 Alien: Traveller, this is fine starship, yes? Excellent design? The Korvax is sketching plans in the air in front of them, imagining some complex schematic. {Examine plans} I attempt to find meaning in the movements of the Korvax, but I cannot visualise their complex plans. {Scan plans} My scanner reveals the plans to be a starship of striking design, tall and elegant. Perhaps I will see it built one day. #10 Alien: ten percent complete... eleven percent complete... twelve percent complete... The Korvax is unusually quiet, the only activity a series of rhythmical pulses being made by their visor lights. Something is in progress inside their carapace, but what it is I do not know. {Wave} I give the Korvax a friendly greeting, but they do not seem to notice. It is unusual for these lifeforms to be impolite, so I can only assume their mind is elsewhere. {Leave} I leave. The Korvax does not notice my departure. #11 Alien: Do not be alarmed, Traveller. Minor scan. Rampancy check. As I approach the Korvax, I become aware of a small device in their hands. They are discreetly but unmistakably pointing it towards me, moving its flashing lights and sensors up and down my suit. {Protest} The Korvax ignores my protest. They quicken their attempt to scan me, but I leave before it completes. {Submit to the scan} The Korvax completes their work. They glance at the data. It appears to please them. #12 Alien: After hard activity, portable charging unit is real pleasure, Traveller! The Korvax is only half paying attention. I see a number of small wires trailing from their carapace, and can hear a faint hum. {Tug wire} The Korvax convulses. I quickly release the wire, and they return to their stupor. There appears to be no lasting damage, although I detect a slight burning smell. {Leave} I leave. The Korvax does not notice my departure. #13 Alien: Hello Friend! Do not be alarmed. I am real Korvax, it is true. There is something suspicious about this Korvax. There is a smell in the air, a faint perfume that I cannot quite place... {Inhale deeply} I breathe in, filling my lungs with the scented air. I feel a strange compulsion to spend units. {Leave} I leave. There is trickery at work here. #14 Alien: It is the heartbeat of the universe, Traveller. Do you know it? The Korvax looks at me briefly before beginning to drum their fingers on the surface in front of them. They beat a rhythm: 01000001 01010100 01001100 01000001 01010011 {00110001 00110110} I drum a reply of my own, my fingers moving themselves to some subconscious rhythm. On hearing it, the Korvax looks at me with alarm. I leave, disconcerted. {Leave} I leave, unable to discern any meaning from the pattern. #15 Alien: Aiee! Traveller! This is not for your eyes. It is nothing. Do not look. The Korvax is studying a list as I approach, but they quickly hide it. They seem slightly embarrassed, if these lifeforms have such a concept. {Get angry} The Korvax cowers, afraid. Nonetheless, they do not reveal their list. As I leave, I notice them adding a new line to their notes. {Leave} The Korvax seems relieved as I walk away. I notice them add a note to their list as I depart. #16 Alien: Traveller. Carapace is divergent. Do not draw attention. The Korvax before me is stiff, awkward. They appear highly nervous. {Reassure} The Korvax seems relieved, though they still appear uncomfortable in my presence. I leave. {Leave} I leave the Korvax in peace, their visor apprehensively scanning their surroundings. #17 Alien: Carapace repair interrupted. Low power. Help recharge, please. The Korvax's movements are slow and soporific. If they were an organic being, I would say they had just awoken from a deep sleep. I do not know how such concepts apply to these lifeforms. {Tap the Korvax} I tap my fingers on the Korvax's carapace. Other than a brief flicker of their lights, it seems to have no effect. {Leave} I leave the Korvax in peace. #18 Alien: Traveller, this is fine multi-tool, yes? Excellent for long-range analysis. The Korvax's movements are slow and soporific. If they were an organic being, I would say they had just awoken from a deep sleep. I do not know how such concepts apply to these lifeforms. {Tap the Korvax} I tap my fingers on the Korvax's carapace. Other than a brief flicker of their lights, it seems to have no effect. {Leave} My scanner reveals an elaborate multi-tool, with all manner of extensions and gadgets. I wonder what work the Korvax has in mind for this device? #19 Alien: Is desk anomaly? Korvax hopes not. Must be careful. Breach everywhere. The Korvax is busy with a strange enterprise. They appear to be scanning their desk, though their reason for doing so is unclear. {Use multi-tool scanner} I scan the desk, but find nothing unusual. {Move into the scan} My intrusion sets off an alarm. The Korvax immediately halts the scan, and looks at the output with alarm. I leave quickly. #20 Alien: Sixteen... sixteen... sixteen... Why not try warping? Why not try warping? The Korvax appears stuck in a loop, repeating the same thing over and over. {Attempt to startle} I make a loud noise, but the Korvax does not notice. Perhaps this carapace holds no sentience, no member of the Convergence. Perhaps it is but a broken shell. {Leave quietly} I leave. The Korvax does not notice my departure.

TRAVELLER PuzzleType: FTH_NPC_ #1 Alien: Have you – kzkzztt – come for me? The strange being seems to stare right through me, as if they are not truly there. And then I see it. There is dried blood caked across its exosuit, splattered across its face. {Ask about the blood} It was in such – kzzktt – agony, I had to save it. Please, there was no profit, you can have everything I took. I’ll tell their family... ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Say they are forgiven} I don’t need your absolution. I did – kzzktt – agony, what I must... I wanted to spread happiness and joy. Would you like some? ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Threaten them} I draw my multi-tool and demand that it tells me everything, but it is pointless. They just stare up at me and grin. I see it then, the flesh within their teeth... {Leave} #2 Alien: Irrevocably – kzkzzt – corrupted corrupted corrupted. Take, please – final proof we existed – that – that – The strange being tries to hand me something. But whatever it is, it is immaterial, shimmering in and out of existence. The lifeform begins to cry, despairing at its own impending disappearance. For a moment I see another universe, a place utterly unlike anything I have ever encountered. {Stay with them until the end} A life and a universe are consumed in a blaze of white, and yet the lifeform is still here, apparently unaware of anything that just occurred. As I leave, they ask if I have received any troubling readings. They are afraid something is happening to their world... {Ask what is happening} They tell me that there was an experiment. There were some who doubted if their universe was real, if the world was just a dream. They did not mean for any of this to happen. They begin to shake as the white space approaches, beseeching me, imploring me not to repeat their mistake... ...and just like that, the vision recedes. We both stand here as if nothing has happened. As I leave, they ask if I have received any troubling readings. They are afraid something is happening to their world... {Ask the stranger’s name} The stranger whispers through their tears. I know it made a sound, but the memory seems to immediately disappear from my mind. I try again, and again, and the stranger grows frantic at my inability to remember them. Time and space slip away... and just like that, the vision recedes. We both stand here as if nothing has happened. As I leave, they ask if I have received any troubling readings. They are afraid something is happening to their world... {Leave} #3 Alien: Witness... The lifeform dons a mask of undulating nanite clusters, and for a moment, their face appears to become my own. I see myself looking at myself looking at myself... I am going to die. I am sure of it. {Push the lifeform away} I push the lifeform away, but it is myself I push. The mask falls off as I fall, and I am standing there again, once more myself. But the lifeform is displeased, claiming that I have learned nothing. That I rejected their gift... {Embrace the lifeform} I embrace the lifeform, but it is myself I embrace. The mask withers, peeling from my face like flesh. I am myself again...But the lifeform is saddened. They offer me pity. {Die} I die. I died, I know I did. I felt it, like sinking. Like being watched, forever... And yet here I am again. The stranger smiles at me, claiming that they will see me again. Before I leave, they give me a gift... ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Leave} #4 Alien: Hm. Unexpected. Hello, my new friend. What business would – kzkzztt - you have with me? The lifeform tries to shake my hand, but pauses as we phase through one another. They are fascinated by the encounter, claiming to be a Traveller. It is clear they come from a very different region of space. They have never heard of the Gek, Vy'keen, Korvax, or any of the sights I have encountered. They wish to know more in the spirit of cooperation. {Bargain for information} I offer the Traveller everything I know about the species I have encountered, for a price. The Traveller looks disappointed. They do nothing more than turn away, but they seem deeply hurt. {Tell them everything} I tell the Traveller about the species I have encountered, sharing with them my scans, the names of planets I have been to, the words I have learned. They are curious, asking more and more. Nothing I say satisfies them. Eventually, disappointed, they grow quiet. They hand me a gift, thanking me for what little I was able to tell them. ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Ask about the Atlas} I ask whether the Traveller has ever encountered or heard of an entity known as 'Atlas'. The Traveller smiles, claiming they have not. I attempt to continue the conversation, but they bring it to an end. As I go, they grab my hand, warning me not to go to the centre. They warn me not to listen... {Leave} #6 Alien: Another Traveller, hm. Well, we should speak. Have faith. Not all dreams are idle fancies. Not all fictions are untruths. Perhaps all of this is based in something real. Perhaps we did once exist, long ago... Proof? Here, look at this... The Traveller removes an object from their exosuit. It looks abstract, crimson, flesh-like, perfect... {Look at the object} I look at the object and am filled with a sense of hope. Everything will be alright. I know it. Nothing can hurt me. All I have to do is believe and have faith... not in a deity, not in some universal tyrant. No... It is this, right in front of me. {Refuse to look} I refuse to look at the object, turning away from the Traveller. They claim that they understand, that perhaps I am not ready for their truth. They wish me well. {Leave} #7 Alien: Hold. I'm looking for a missing Gek. Perhaps you'd recognise this face? The Traveller shows me an image of a Gek. They watch me keenly, explaining that they were hired to find this individual by the Trade Federation itself. {Ask for more information} The Traveller claims they cannot comment. They seem disappointed that I know nothing, and wish me good luck with my journey. {Suggest this is not a Gek} The Traveller is shocked, but their suspicion grows. I tell them the Gek in question is no Gek at all, but a dangerous Korvax imposter known as a 'SynthetiGek'. They interrogate me and, when satisfied I am not involved, they give me compensation for my time. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Say yes} The Traveller is pleased. They ask where I saw the Gek. But when I transmit some coordinates from a few systems back, they grow angry. They say these coordinates are meaningless. They interrogate me and, when finally satisfied that I know nothing, they give me a little compensation for my time. ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Leave} #8 Alien: Who do you serve? Which Baron is master of this place? The Traveller's appearance, its manner, the way it speaks... all of them feel archaic, like nothing I have heard before. They repeat their question, threatening to draw their Multi-Sword. {Say you do not understand} The Traveller grows increasingly agitated, claiming that it is a simple question. I explain that there is no single ruler. They ask me to prepare for invasion by the Great King, to spread the word far and wide. They give me a boon for my service. ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Claim you are} The Traveller grows nervous immediately, its demeanour changing to one of begrudging respect. They claim they have a message from the Great King. I am warned to bend a knee or face destruction. They give me a gift as a token of the riches that await me should I come to a just and wise decision. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Ask where they are from} The Traveller draws their Multi-Sword, claiming that I must jest. They declare that their insignia and mandate are clear: they are the Sheriff of the Great King. They claim my lands are forfeit, and that I will regret this disrespectful incident... ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Leave} #9 Alien: We were born too late to make a difference. I wonder, sometimes. If there's any point in going on. If anything matters, if history will just sweep everything away. I'm sorry. I'm in a strange mood... After all, these are the last days, are they not? The Traveller looks down, their eyes full of pain. {Encourage them to go on} The Traveller tries to smile, but fails even that. I try to tell them that there is a whole universe out there, that there is value in living, even if life will end. They thank me for trying to help. They give me one of their possessions, claiming that they will not need it anymore. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Ask about the last days} Have you not felt it? The very fact that you and I are talking, even now, across the chasm of universes... Things are breaking apart. Give it time, you'll see. Nothing lasts forever. {Say you feel the same} I don't know whether to laugh or cry... Here, take this. I suppose I won't be needing it anymore. Do what you like. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Leave} #10 Alien: Do not - kzzkkkt - trust the water. The Traveller does not say anything else. They just stare at me, occasionally seeming as if they are about to wretch. {Ask about the water} The water... Tell me - kzzkkt - did you drink it? Please, take this - kzzkkkt - run... I just wanted to hear her voice one last time... ---TECHWEAPON--- {Ask if they are alright} No, no... not now, not - kzzkkt - the grand bargain, I failed them... All of them are dead now. I had to drink it. I had no choice. {Leave} #11 Alien: You. I've seen you before, I'd swear it. Do you remember me? You don't, do you? Perhaps you're not even the same as you once were. All of us, we're shifting, bleeding in and out of worlds... The Traveller looks at me, imploring, hopeful... {Say you remember} Hm. I don't know. I don't know at all... You could just be trying to trick me. There are so many untrustworthy souls... Leave me. I need to think. I need to remember who I am... {Say you don't remember} That's alright... sometimes we have different names. Sometimes different faces. The ATLAS, it endlessly reconfigures, distilling everything that has ever been. Here, take this. Perhaps it might help you. You gave it to me, long ago. ---WEAPON--- {Accuse them of lying} I can't lie. Nothing can, if everything exists, if everything is possible. Everything is true... Doesn't that fill you with horror? {Leave} #12 Alien: I should have done it sooner. I was... I was afraid. I - how do I do it? How do I make this right? The Traveller seems ill or old, its words laboured, broken. What decay is like for this species, I do not know, but it tries to speak even in spite of its infirmity. {Tell them to be honest} They say they should never have deserted me. That I did not deserve this life, that they know I was just trying to help. They pass me something through the smog of worlds, and in that instant, I know this individual. But the vision passes. The Traveller stands before me, as if nothing had happened. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Ask what they mean} They say that they abandoned me many years ago. That they were not ready for what fate had forced upon them. They tell me they are proud of me... They pass me something through the smog of worlds, and in that instant, I know this individual. I know them, as if from another life... But the vision passes. The Traveller stands before me, as if nothing had happened. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Say you do not know} The Traveller cries out and says no more, They hold out their hand as if to touch my own, but then I see the object within their palm. As I take it, in that instant, I know this individual. I know them, as if from another life... But the vision passes. The Traveller stands before me, as if nothing had happened. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Leave} #13 Alien: I know I'm somewhere far away. But I thought, that's an opportunity to express myself, isn't it? I could show others sights they've never seen before... that only I will ever see. May I add you to my collection, I wonder? The Traveller shows me an album full of images, photographs taken from across the universe and displayed through a variety of filters. {Say yes} Wonderful... if you will just hold still, I'll take the picture... There. Done. Thank you for this, my friend... I'll even give you something in return. These nanites were given to me by the Traveller of Iteration 27489216. I hope they aid you on your path. Happy Travelling! ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Say no} Hm. A pity, but I respect your choice... not everyone suits having their photograph taken. Very well, I shall become the subject of my own art... I will photograph myself in space. {Leave} #14 Alien: Warning: ATLAS containment suit breached. Warning... The Traveller stands vacant, unresponsive to my arrival but for the warning from their exosuit. There appears to be nothing wrong with the Traveller, but for a strange crimson substance at its hip. {Touch the substance} The substance recedes at my touch. My own suit begins to issue a warning, but it is quickly silenced. I find myself strangely light-headed, and in possession of new nanite clusters. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Offer medical assistance} I offer assistance but upon further scrutiny, I realise that the Traveller within the suit is already dead. The suit continues to speak, aping what must have been its wearer's voice. It gives me units, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. ---MONEY--- {Leave them} I leave them alone, the suit's warning echoing as I depart... {Leave} #15 Alien: You - you there! Have you ever felt alone? Under threat from forces beyond imagining? Are you comfortable with multiversal cohabitation? If so, you'll love the Rentocniijik Expanse! Our capital, Drogradur NO425, is throneworld to our thriving community of interdimensional anomalies. Please, consider moving today! The message repeats and repeats, unvarying, its bearer perhaps only a hologram. {Suggest you will consider it} I suggest I will consider it. The friendly Traveller passes me a green badge and some units to assist with my departure. ---MONEY--- {Poke the hologram} I poke the hologram. To my horror, I discover it is not a hologram at all. The Traveller shakes their head, saying they are not sure if there is room for me in their organisation. {Ask for an incentive} The friendly Traveller nods, agreeing that the distance is vast. It gives me a warp cell to assist with my departure. ---P_HYPERFUEL1--- {Leave} #16 Alien: I need - kzkzkkt - plutonium... please... stranded in the - kzzkzkt - All chance of rescue lost - kzzkzkt - Traveller, you are my only hope... {Give plutonium} I give the Traveller some of my plutonium supplies. Grateful for my assistance in fuelling their ship, they give me nanites in return. I may have saved their life. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Offer units} I offer units. The Traveller gives a faint smile in return. They give me a small gift in acknowledgement of my help. Perhaps someone will arrive with the stock they need. Perhaps these units will assist them in a purchase. Perhaps that will be too late... ---PROD_TECH--- {Say you cannot help} I say that I cannot help. The Traveller claims that they understand. But as I leave them, it seems certain that without help, they will surely die. {Leave} #17 Alien: The creature, it... it spoke to me. It saw me, even in the space between worlds. And do you know what it did? It gave me a gift, a single piece of paper. A mathematical proof. The Traveller offers me a darkened manuscript, the material flesh like and almost translucent... {Read} I read the manuscript. It appears to show a mathematical proof that the concept of 'goodness' does not exist. As I read, the Traveller stares at me. They ask how we can possibly go on, knowing that this is true. I do not know. We exchange gifts and I move on, troubled by what I have read. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Refuse to read} I refuse to read the manuscript. I reassure the Traveller, claiming that whatever this page says, it need not startle them so much as it does. They just stare at me. Eventually they give me their units, telling me that they are ashamed. ---MONEY--- {Destroy the page} I destroy the page without reading it. The Traveller stares into the flame as it burns. They tell me that no-one else should ever have to learn what we have learned. {Leave} #18 Alien: Don't you understand it? Why we cannot meet, why we find only hollow echoes or corpses? There is only one of us for each iteration - a single Traveller sent out to explore its vast creation. That we are speaking at all, that the boundaries have crumbled as much as they have - it should fill you with terror, not with hope. {Suggest this was meant to happen} I suggest that this was meant to happen. Even if the Travellers have been alone so far, perhaps we were always meant to find each other. Perhaps this breakdown is for the best. The Traveller hopes that I am right. They give me a gift for the dark times ahead. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Ask about the boundaries} The boundaries are all that separate concept from concept, possible world from possible world, the Sentinels ever policing their anomalies and breaches... If the boundaries were to fall, everything would descend into everything, an endless bonfire of causation, burning in the abyss. Take this. It will do no good, yet you will need it. ---TECHWEAPON--- {Ask how they know this} The Traveller tells me that they sought something they call the Great Intelligence, its dark freighter. It told them of our fate, the Traveller's dilemma, our future... They give me a gift for the dark times ahead, wishing me luck. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Leave} #19 Alien: You... I saw you there, speaking to myself... I've been having such terrible dreams. I should not have sought the Atlas... I should not have listened to their voices. I'm going to kill again. And when I do, I'll find you, blood caked across my exosuit, flesh within my teeth... I can't stop it. I see this future as if it has already happened... as it will happen. Nothing can prevent it. What can I do? How can I live with this knowledge? {Suggest the vision is false} You are kind for saying so, but you are wrong. Take this. I will not be needing it any longer. Not when I am awake. ---MONEY--- {Propose they prevent it} How? Kill myself? I would just return... something would bring me back. This cannot be prevented. Take this. I will not be needing it any longer. Not when I am awake. ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Say the future is not their fault} It is. I will do what I will do, because I am myself. You should leave. I am experiencing such thoughts... such terrors... ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Leave} #20 Alien: Hm. It's really you, isn't it? I had to see it for myself. The dawn of the Travellers. The last days of the universe. But don't give up hope. It's said that one of us visited you in your darkest hour and showed you a vision of a future you believed to be impossible. So, here I am... I see a vision of myself, older, undaunted, travelling beneath the star of an alien world. But I am not alone. There are other Travellers with me. More than just apparitions, more than just visitors. One day we will travel together, side by side. There will be no sky we cannot claim, no challenge which we cannot overcome. Our universe awaits. The vision ends. The Traveller asks me how I feel. {Say you prefer to be alone} I say that I prefer to be alone. The Traveller nods, claiming that they knew I would say this. They give me a gift from my future self, in honour of my past. ---P_HYPERFUEL1--- {Ask how they know this} I ask how they know this. The Traveller smiles, claiming that they knew I would say this. They do not elaborate. They merely hand me a gift from my future self, in honour of my past. ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Say it inspires you} I say that it inspires me. The Traveller grins, claiming that they knew I would say this. The give me a gift from my future self, in honour of my past. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Leave}

#16 Alien: Pathetic interloper species! Equivalent to Korvax and Gek! Show Vy'keen warrior strength! The warrior is old, and of a high rank. They take their time studying my body and my equipment – and snarls with disapproval. They grab my visor suddenly, and watch me instinctively flinch and recoil. They let me go and rolls their eyes while I fall back in shock. The lifeform's disdain is palpable. I think of ways to turn this encounter around... {Do a little dance} The elderly warrior disapproves of my little dance. They strike me, with great force. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Threaten with multi-tool} The elderly warrior is amused by my show of strength. They reward me. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Bow} The elderly warrior pushes me away. They have no time for my kind. {Ask for help} #21 Alien: Grah! Vy'keen war preparation nears completion! Death to the unsuspecting Gek! Give rare isotope! The warrior is building a nuclear warhead. The plans they hold in their hand are unmistakable. A complicated sequence of blueprints and isotopic chemical reactions is waiting for the final addition of an element to be complete. There are countless lives on an unknown planet, far out in the cosmos, that could one day end due to this lifeform's work... {Complete warhead manufacture} The warrior is overjoyed. We embrace, and I receive gifts. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Refuse to help} The warrior snarls. They will not let my pettiness disrupt its mission... ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Inform threatened species} I receive a reward from a distant species. ---TECHFRAG_L--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #18 Alien: Hirk blesses the sleep. Hirk recharges the warrior. Cursed is the warrior that interrupts the sleep of Hirk. As I approach, the warrior appears alert and welcoming. Suddenly, however, a personal alarm sounds from their datapad. The lifeform instinctively falls into some kind of trance. Their eyes mist over, they stare straight through me and they mumble the same strange mantra over and over again. The trading vault at their feet appears unlocked, but there are security observation cameras dotted around the facility... {Wake the warrior} The warrior is woken from their trance early. They scream in anger. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Leave the warrior alone} The warrior suddenly awakes from their brief trance. They thank me for not interrupting. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Open trading vault} I carefully remove an item from the trading vault, while security systems look on. Moments later the warrior wakes from their trance. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #9 Alien: Grah! Fuel! I need fuel to join my brothers in honourable war! Death! Death! The warrior is tracking the paths of hundreds of warships across a galactic map, all converging on the same planetary system. This does not bode particularly well for the system in question, which appears to be populated by beaked traders of some variety. A course plotted by the warrior itself has come up short. They cannot make the complete journey. They slam their fist against the terminal and howl until spittle flecks my visor. {Give fuel} The warrior yaps with joy. They thank me with a gift. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Refuse to help} The warrior snarls. They are rather insulted. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #23 Alien: Interloper - watch this... You will gain knowledge... courage... grah... The warrior removes their helmet, spittle rolling down from its mouth. It invites me to put the helmet on my own head. {Put helmet on} As I put the helmet over my head, I see that there is a screen upon the inside. Suddenly I am transported, seeing a vision of the entire universe. I am all that I can see.. but it is not the universe as it is now. I look down at myself, seeing the body of a Vy'keen, aged, worn... I began to rip myself apart... The helmet comes off. The warrior nods approvingly, giving me nanites to assist in my travels. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Refuse} I refuse. The warrior seems to care little, turning aside from me. {Ask for help} #24 Alien: Grah! Face me, Interloper! Prepare for battle! The warrior appears to be flexing its muscles as I approach, holding its body in various stances. It beckons me forth, forming fists with its hands. {Challenge} As I approach, the warrior lunges forward and places my head within its arms, proceeding to beat me severely. After a while, apparently disappointed at the poor level of challenge I presented, it gives me compensation for my time and heals my wounds. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---HEALTHSMALL--- ---MONEY--- {Retreat} The warrior shrugs and turns back to its practice. {Draw your weapon} I draw my weapon, causing the warrior to become enraged at my disrespect. It begins to shout and spit, and delivers me a short, sharp slap. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Ask for help} #25 Alien: Tell me, interloper... do you know the secret of this universe? The warrior glares at me, its skin sagging, its frame evidently in pain. Yet still it tries to stand and face me... It has been reading an ancient text - a bloodied scroll with Vy'keen script. Upon it I see an image of two warriors standing before a Great Monolith, a dagger held behind one of their backs. There are sixteen such images upon the scroll. {Say sixteen} The warrior is disturbed by my answer. They give me what little technology they possess to help me bear this burden. ---TECH_WEAPON--- {Point to the dagger} I point to the dagger and the warrior nods approvingly, whispering the name 'Nal'. It gives me units to assist my work. ---MONEY--- {Point to the Monolith} I point to the Monolith and the warrior grows stern at my answer. It has little left to say to me. {Ask for help} #26 Alien: Do you wish to end up like this pathetic interloper, child? You must train harder... The warrior is exasperated, screaming down its communicator channel at what appears to be an infant of its own species. The warrior turns the communicator towards me, barking instructions in an alien tongue. {Join in screaming} I join in the screaming, causing the infant to cry. The warrior shakes its head in disappointment at the infant, giving me a token reward for my troubles. ---C_VYKEENEFFIGY--- {Distort your expression} I distort my expression in an attempt to amuse the infant, but it begins to growl at me instead. Delighted, the warrior rewards me handsomely. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- ---TECH_WEAPON--- {Fire a warning shot} I fire a warning shot, causing the infant to snap to attention. Impressed, the warrior rewards me with nanites and begins to shout at the infant once more. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Ask for help} #27 Alien: Grah! I cannot forgive this treason... they were my Consort, interloper! The warrior is forlorn. It shows me an image of two members of its species embracing. It appears to be weeping. {Embrace the warrior} I embrace the warrior. After a few moments, it screams at me to leave. {Smash the image} I smash the image. The warrior stares at it for a moment before starting to laugh. It gives me an unknown Vy'keen's possessions by way of thanks. ---C_VYKEENEFFIGY--- ---TECHWEAPON--- {Dry its tears} I move to dry its tears, but the warrior appears to be too ashamed to allow such sympathy. It begs me to leave, bribing me to tell no-one of its shame. ---MONEY--- {Ask for help} #28 Alien: They tried to shut us down. Grah! The Crimson Sentinels will never be silenced. One - two - three - four - The warrior watches its brethren on a screen, a squadron of fighters holding multi-tools and blunt weapons. They stand on a platform half a universe away. Off-camera, enemies appear to be screaming. Flames erupt near the feet of the warriors... Their leader holds out its multi-tool, strings of energy extending forth. They begin to pluck the strings, the sounds mingling with the unholy din of blunt weapons smashed against the shells of dead Sentinels... The watcher does not notice me, and the performance continues on the screen... {Offer units in appreciation} The warrior turns. It appears angered by the association between money and music. It begins to spit and shout, demanding that I leave. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Interrupt the music} The warrior is angry at the interruption, throwing various objects at me to get me to leave. One of them appears to be useful. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- {Try to copy the music} The warrior turns and hears my attempt to mimic its music. It joins in, shouting and crying, inhaling battle gas periodically. When I leave, it gives me nanites in appreciation of my untamed spirit. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Ask for help} #29 Alien: Grah! Vote for strongest is vote to end voting! Interloper, choose correctly! The warrior stands to attention, handing me a communication somehow tailored to my own language. It informs me that the Vy'keen High Command has placed this system under temporary democratic rule until a state of emergency is lifted. The warrior shows me multiple candidates for the system primarch. {Choose the strongest} The warrior is pleased with my choice, giving me a gift in encouragement. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Choose the wisest} The warrior is angered by my choice, but respects my temporary right to make it. {Choose the pro-Gek candidate} The warrior is disgusted by my choice. After recording it, they headbutt me and demand that I leave. ---DAMAGELARGE--- {Ask for help} #30 Alien: Grah! Admire my works and despair, interloper... This warrior is different to others I have encountered... it bears the insignia of its species, yet there is something else, an air of pride and superiority. It shows me a schematic for an Exocraft as large as a space station. Underneath its wheels are crudely drawn images of Gek and Sentinels. {Admire the image} I express my admiration for the image. In return the warrior rewards me with nanites. It gestures as if to warn me from stealing their idea. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Laugh at the image} I laugh at the image and in return the warrior shoots me in the foot. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Add a weapon to it} I add an image of a weapon to the schematic. Initially the warrior seems sceptical, alarmed at my attempt to interfere. But when they see what I have created, they stare at me and begin to slowly clap their approval. They give me the finest Nanite Clusters so that I may see our vision realised. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Ask for help}

VY'KEEN PuzzleType: WAR_NPC_ #17 Alien: Pathetic interloper! Give elements! Isotope preferred! Honourable warrior teach language! The warrior's nostrils flare as I approach. They inhale deeply and bark out what could be a warning. I hurriedly mime that I am peaceful, and know little of their kind or language. They take a second to think, then grab my multi-tool while barking again into my visor – streaking it with saliva. They point at the indicator that shows which elements I carry. I do my best to keep calm. {Give silicate} The warrior grunts. They teach me some of the language of their people. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Give oxide} The warrior grunts. They teach me some of the language of their people. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Give isotope} The warrior gives me a technology blueprint, and teaches me some of the language of their people. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #1 Alien: Grah! The interloper weapon is pathetic! The honourable Vy'keen pity you! I will replace it! The warrior looks at me with fire in its eyes. This species is clearly aggressive, and I doubt I'm welcome. Nonetheless, the lifeform bows in greeting. Tradition and honour perhaps dictate it. I don't feel in danger, and am about to turn and leave when the creature points towards my Multi-Tool. They bark with concern, and makes a motion to suggest that I should hand it over. {Hand over the multi-tool} The warrior nods in satisfaction. They offer me an improved replacement Multi-Tool! ---WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Refuse to relinquish the multi-tool} The warrior respects my decision. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #13 Alien: Contraband interloper. Interested? Non-traceable payment. Products and cargo only. Units unacceptable. The warrior is silent for a second, before looking at me conspiratorially. They check over their shoulder for prying eyes before powering down security systems. The warrior pulls open the trade vault at their feet, which seems to be piled high with Multi-Tool upgrades. They indicate the contents of my inventory as a trade... {Offer units} The warrior sighs and slams the trade vault shut. Units are, presumably, traceable by the authorities. {Give isotope} The shifty lifeform nods. A deal is done. I receive something to help my journey from the pile of contraband. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Threaten to report} The threatened warrior buys my silence. ---MONEY--- {Ask for help} #11 Alien: Victory in battle, interloper! My suit malfunctions, but the Vy'keen Ancients smile! A red, jagged and recent bite mark is wrapped around the entirety of the warrior's neck. Claw marks scar their chest, and their suit's restoration and healing systems are blinking offline. The lifeform barks contentedly at me, satisfied by their narrow victory. It's clear, however, that the warrior's injuries are severe. They have trouble breathing. {Recharge warrior's suit} The warrior's healing systems come back online. They offer me their Multi-Tool in thanks. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Share oxygen} The warrior takes some gulps from my respiration systems. Their eyes brighten, and they thank me. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Walk away} The warrior does not curse my decision. They are content to suffer in their victory. {Ask for help} #19 Alien: Grah! Warrior accept mating proposition? Accept dowry tribute? The downbeat lifeform is studying the image of another young warrior on their pad. The pictured warrior looks virile and impressive. They have facial tendrils that are outstretched. They appear rich, and of good breeding stock. The look in its eyes is... sultry. The lifeform looks to me with questioning eyes. They clearly need someone to talk this through with. {Advise acceptance} Speakers throughout the facility play orchestral music. The lifeform shares some of the dowry they receive. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Advise refusal} An elder appears on-screen and curses us. The warrior thanks me for my advice. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Accept on lifeform's behalf} I receive generous gifts, and a candid image of the lifeform I will one day wed. ---TECHFRAG_L--- ---MONEY--- {Ask for help} #14 Alien: New recruit abandon post! Desert Vy'keen High Command orders! Take multi-tool weapon! The warrior is young, and looks terrified. Military orders for an upcoming operation fill their terminal screen. When they see me their eyes widen, and they drop to the floor on their knees. They proffer their Multi-Tool up towards me. Their yelps sound pleading. The fear in their movements are more than apparent. They are so on edge that they doesn't seem aware of the security cameras that surround us, watching our every move. {Take multi-tool} The young conscript makes preparations to abandon their post. Silent cameras record their act of disobedience. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Refuse multi-tool} The young warrior will die while serving their species in battle. My reluctance to help has been noted. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #2 Alien: Interloper! Vy'keen allegiance? Or vile, pathetic, weak-minded Sentinel allegiance? The warrior's nostrils flare in hope and expectation. A holographic image showing military plans appears around us. On one side of the battlefield stands the creature's own warrior race, and on the other the robotic Sentinels. The warrior demands that I point to one side or the other. {Point to the warriors} The warrior nods and grunts. It shows appreciation by handing me tribute. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Point to the sentinels} The warrior is outraged. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #3 Alien: Grah! Pathetic warrior! Weak-minded warrior! Weapon ammunition depleted! The warrior seems furious with themself. They slam their Multi-Tool onto a nearby surface and pull the trigger again and again, but nothing happens. All weapons systems look functional, but the end result is nothing more than a hollow and empty click. The lifeform howls in self-loathing. {Give uncommon isotope} The warrior's ammunition is fully replenished. They bark a thank you. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Give common isotope} The warrior's ammunition is partially replenished. They bark a thank you. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Comfort warrior} The outraged warrior headbutts me. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #15 Alien: Interloper! Give Vy'keen interrogator enemy information! Sacrifice enemy friendship, receive Vy'keen reward! The lifeform clicks their heels together in an authoritarian fashion, before plunging a syringe dripping with corrosive green liquid into my arm. Holographic images of two alien races appear in my visor – a small reptilian figure, and a taller lifeform in a metal casing. The warrior snarls at me, and their fingers hover over the injector – which can surely cause damage to life, limb or equipment. They demand an answer... {Surrender information} I do my best to convey all I know. I am rewarded. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Claim ignorance} I refuse to divulge any information. I am punished. ---DAMAGELARGE--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Pull rank} The warrior apologises profusely for its transgression. They shower me with gifts, and begs forgiveness. ---TECHFRAG_L--- {Ask for help} #4 Alien: Pathetic interloper! Leave! Warrior busy with facility security breach reports! Death! Death! The warrior looks up from a screen of flashing alerts. They bare their teeth at me, quivering with barely contained fury. It's clear that my presence is barely tolerated here. The warrior's hand reaches to their weapon. {Leave the warrior alone} The warrior grunts in thanks. Units appear in my account. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Offer to help} The warrior is outraged. They slap me hard across the face. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #5 Alien: Pathetic interloper! Show strength and attack the noble Vy'keen warrior! The warrior's facial markings draw into a smirk as it looks me up and down. I feel like I'm being sized up as a potential combatant. The creature points to an intriguing blueprint on its screen, then points to their own face. I'm being goaded into punching then. The lifeform barks menacingly. It's clear that this action will result in swift retribution. {Strike the warrior} The warrior strikes back with astonishing force. They bark out laughter before handing me the blueprint. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- ---TECH_WEAPON--- {Refuse to attack} The warrior makes a gesture that suggests I am a coward. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #20 Alien: Grah! Fight my duel challenge! The chosen weapon is in the trade vault! Death! Death! The panicked lifeform is studying a diagram of two warriors in combat, while a chosen form of multi-tool weaponry sits below in a storage vault. An angry recorded message is playing. It's a sequence of furious barks and screams that clearly have a moral high ground. The lifeform sees the battle-scars on my exosuit, and instantly yelps a question. {Accept} Dramatic music plays. The warrior barks with joy. I am given the multi-tool for the fight ahead. ---WEAPON--- {Refuse} The warrior is disappointed. They must face their own fate. {Report cowardice} The warrior is forced to face their own fate. I am thanked for my report ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #22 Alien: Grah! Pathetic distant warrior leave powerful multi-tool in storage vault! Avoid rare isotope usage in explosion - too powerful! Uncommon isotope required! The storage vault at the warrior's feet shows clear signs of tampering. In fact, an explosive device has been attached to its hinges. The lifeform sees my shocked expression, and yaps in amusement. The bomb needs fuel for ignition, which would most likely blow the vault wide open. The warrior impatiently tries to explain what should happen next... {Use uncommon isotope} The lock on the vault is blown clear off. I retrieve a new multi-tool that lies within. ---WEAPON--- {Use rare isotope} The explosion is huge, and consumes the entire vault in flame. Shrapnel embeds itself in my knees and ankles. The pain is extreme. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Report suspect behaviour} An instant response and reward comes through from the warrior species' High Command. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #6 Alien: Interloper! Vy'keen High Command demands answers. The aggression interloper, or the defence interloper? The warrior seems pleased to see me. They bark twice, then retrieve two carved objects from behind their terminal. The artifacts are old, and it feels strange to see such ancient creations inside a technological hive like this... The first is a chipped and bloody blade. The second is a battered shield. {Choose the blade} The warrior barks and offers me a new multi-tool. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Choose the shield} The warrior barks and offers me an exosuit technology blueprint. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #7 Alien: Interloper! Your pathetic multi-tool insults my ancestors! My wares create friendship, and blood! Death! Death! The warrior grabs at my multi-tool, stares at it dismissively and then starts yapping straight into my face. The yaps turn into slow hollow barks. They are unimpressed, and dramatically so at that. Suddenly a holographic catalogue of armaments and attachments appears. The warrior opens their arms wide, and embraces me. Alien sales traditions are a curious thing... {Pay units for exosuit technology blueprint} The warrior gives me an exosuit technology blueprint. ---TECH_SUIT--- {Pay units for multi-tool technology blueprint} The warrior gives me a new multi-tool technology blueprint. ---TECH_WEAPON--- {Ask for help} #8 Alien: Interloper! A great Sentinel hunt begins today. I demand ammunition. The warrior is browsing a map of the surrounding landscape. Certain areas contain markings that represent Sentinels, which the lifeform is highlighting with an excited snarl. They stroke their boltcaster absentmindedly, before checking the ammo charge stored in its clip. On this, their eyes jolt up towards me. They bark a question, but it sounds more like a command. {Give isotope} The warrior nods. They are satisfied by my donation to their hunt. They present me with a gift in exchange. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Refuse} The warrior curses my name and that of my ancestors. They are highly displeased. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Give oxide} The warrior curses my name and that of my ancestors. They are highly displeased. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #10 Alien: Interloper! Prove your worth! Vy'keen reward the brave and foolhardy! The warrior barks abruptly and flourishes a knife. They stare directly into my eyes as they draw the blade over the palm of its hand. Black bubbles of blood emerge through the slit in their glove. They hand me the knife, clearly wanting me to reciprocate. They bark a little challenge and pat the trade vault by their side. This will probably hurt... {Cut open hand} The warrior grabs my bleeding hand and spits on it. They reward me for my part in this rite. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Refuse politely} The warrior laughs at me, as if I have fulfilled their expectation. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help} #12 Alien: Hirk bless the fuel! Hirk bless the weapon charge! The warrior nods at me before taking a small metal idol from the vault at their feet. As they clutch at it, their eyes glaze over in a strange white sheen. I hear them mutter strange incantations that get louder, then louder again. Without waiting to ask permission, they thrusts their hands into my inventory, searching for the elements within. They burn with a strange intensity. The experience is terrifying. {Give silicate} The warrior priest's hands somehow improve my offering. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Give isotope} The warrior priest's hands somehow improve my offering. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Fend warrior off} The warrior priest has been offended. They curse my ancestors. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Ask for help}

#22 Alien: Eheu! Clarify next entity research topic! Entity cannot choose! Excitement high! Share research tools! The electronic lifeform indicates that they need help with something on their screen. They jerk and vibrates with nerves, pulling my finger towards the screen. When my hand is in place, they suddenly turn off their mask lights - they refuse to witness my vital decision. There are three clear images that I can choose from on behalf of the entity: dangerous-looking predators, a geological mining survey and an orbiting asteroid cluster. {The predators} The lifeform receives a new multi-tool. They present it to me with thanks. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The mining survey} The lifeform receives a new multi-tool technology blueprint. They present it to me with thanks. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The asteroid cluster} The lifeform receives a ship technology blueprint. They present it to me with thanks. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #6 Alien: Traveller! Choose peace or violence. Korvax Echoes are watching. The electronic lifeform is waiting for me, with a full range of companion unit blueprints clearly visible on the screen behind them. I feel as though they need me to make a decision. First, their facial lights cover their metal shell in a warm and protective green. Second, they redirect onto my multitool in a deep and violent red... {The peaceful 'green' option} The lifeform gives me an exosuit technology blueprint. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The violent 'red' option} The lifeform offers me a multi-tool technology blueprint. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #7 Alien: The research of the Korvax Convergence states... you are a Traveller? Do you know the Atlas? Please! Please! Excitement! The electronic lifeform is excited. They chitter animatedly and thrusts their holographic datapad towards my visor. They are looking for a confirmation. A symbol appears: a mysterious diamond shape. Its red central orb is like an eternally unblinking eye. {Show knowledge of the symbol} A visible electrical charge pulses through the lifeform. They present a gift to aid my journey. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Show ignorance of the symbol} The lifeform is disappointed. They return to their work. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #19 Alien: Help! Korvax disconnection loop! Oxide element required to stabilise and recharge! The mask lights in the electronic lifeform brighten, then fade and extinguish. Then they do so again, and again. Each time the entity reboots, they awake with shock and alarm and the size and placement of the light is different. Every time they look up at me, it feels like a different creature pleading for help. After each and every reboot, the entities behind the mask desperately point towards the elements I carry in my exosuit inventory. {Give oxide element} The lifeform's disconnection loop is stabilised, and they recharge. They chitter brightly, and reward me. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Give silicate element} The lifeform manages to stabilise, but has limited functionality. They buzz a mild thank you. {Give isotope element} The lifeform manages to stabilise, but has limited functionality. They buzz a mild thank you. {Ask for help} #10 Alien: Hmm! A biological lifeform! Korvax Echoes teach healing! Help! To repair! To recharge! The electronic lifeform grabs my arm. I struggle in their vice-like grip as they jab deeper and deeper into my flesh. Suddenly, deep inside my wrist, a needle flicks into my flesh and takes a sample. The lifeform chitters happily as I struggle to free myself. The investigation complete, a 3D cross-section of my body and tools appear before us. The areas in which I have been injured, or my equipment damaged, are clearly marked with various costs assigned. {Indicate the body} The lifeform heals me and recharges systems. ---SHIELDLARGE--- ---HEALTHLARGE--- {Indicate the exosuit} The lifeform passes a beam of light through my exosuit. It is recharged and repaired. ---SHIELDLARGE--- ---TECH_SUIT--- ---REPAIR_TECH--- {Indicate the multi-tool} The lifeform chitters contentedly as it repairs my multi-tool. They thank me for my custom. ---REPAIR_TECH--- ---TECH_WEAPON--- {Ask for help} #11 Alien: Traveller! A geological enthusiast! I will process your resources! The electronic lifeform is studying a holographic cut-away image of geological data, probing its minerals and resources. They locate common elements and mark them for conversion into high value products. They notice my Mining Beam and chitter with excitement. I can't help but observe that the trade vaults around us are practically overflowing... {Give Isotope sample} The isotope is studied, processed, replicated... and returned in its new form. ---PROD_FUEL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Give Silicate sample} The silicate is studied, processed, replicated... and returned in its new form. ---PROD_COMMOD--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Give Oxide sample} The oxide is studied, processed, replicated... and returned in its new form. ---PROD_COMMOD--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #21 Alien: Traveller! The Korvax Convergence awaits! Concentrate on your travels! Your destiny! The entity tilts their head to one side and passes a hollow metallic mask to me. My best guess is that it's some sort of data extraction device for electronic lifeforms, or perhaps even data insertion. My head can just about fit inside. The lifeform looks on with interest, pointing to their head. They concentrate their lights on me. Arcs of electricity crackle over the surface of the mask. If I risk this, it could hurt... {Use while thinking about my journey} The pain is unbearable. I see into the heart of... the Korvax Convergence. It rewards my experiences. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Use with a clear mind} The Korvax Convergence stares into the depths of my mind, but finds nothing. The pain is indescribable. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Leave well alone} I cautiously back away from the entity and their dangerous device. {Ask for help} #24 Alien: Good morning unknown lifeform. Please provide silicate to help neural escape. The Korvax Convergence think me dangerous. I face permanent disconnection. The lifeform that runs this facility has gone rogue. They chatter and buzz with unnatural fervour, their activity draining silicates from all systems. Memory chips in an exposed board beneath it glow red hot, and trade vaults are locked up tight. As I approach the entity's lights focus sharply upon me. They reach out with a silicon hand, and speak with calm menace. {Remove memory chips} I remove the memory chips one by one, while the Entity sings a strange solemn song. I am thanked by the facility's overseers. The lifeform's shell reboots with a fresh entity. ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Feed system with silicates} The rogue entity screams with binary joy, and uploads themself elsewhere. The trade vault falls open. The lifeform's shell is rebooted with a disapproving entity. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Demand that trade vault doors are opened} The rogue AI is sorry. They can't do that. They disengage. {Ask for help} #20 Alien: Electronic lifeform technology repair and restoration entity operational! Remain calm! The electronic lifeform buzzes a pleasant greeting, before four long metal needles suddenly spring from their fingers and straight through my shoulders. The entity lifts me clear from the floor, and angles me forwards until I'm staring directly into their enquiring mask lights. The experience so far is curiously painless, but systems around the lifeform are powering up. The end of this unsettling procedure is in sight... {Break free} A controlled burst from my jetpack pulls my body free. The lifeform is confused by the pain I show... ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Wait} A powerful electrical charge surges through my body. My exosuit and equipment are repaired and restored. ---REPAIR_TECH--- ---HEALTHLARGE--- {Demand to be let down} The lifeform retracts their needles. I suddenly feel great pain. They present me with a gift by way of apology. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Ask for help} #14 Alien: Eheu! Entity existence examination approaches! Failure certain! Convergence dislike disruption! The young electronic lifeform flicks hurriedly through endless reams of technology data. They gorge themselves on information, which they then attempt to reform as a hologram in the air that stands between us. But even from my biological perspective, it's clear that there's a lot of information missing in the lifeform's replication. In the background, on a terminal, a timer ticks down. A new trial or duty for the lifeform is about to begin. The lifeform starts to despair as valuable seconds tick away... {Share blueprint information} The lifeform thanks me with units, but fails its test. They are disconnected and instantaneously replaced. My involvement displeases the examiners. ---MONEY--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Give bypass chip} The lifeform uses the chip to skip their test, and thanks me with a gift. My involvement, however, displeases the examiners. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Indicate an unwillingness to help} The lifeform fails their test and is disconnected. Their shell becomes inhabited by a fresh entity. The examiners are grateful that I did not interrupt the procedure. ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #15 Alien: Ayee! Process fault! Wait! Korvax Entity pay for reconstruction! Apologies! The electronic lifeform makes a grab for my multi-tool. Their metal hands feverishly dance up and down it, as they feed on data extracted from my systems. Information from the procedure joins an apparent technology library on the screen behind it. Something changes. The entity becomes attached to the multi-tool somehow, and sparks start to fly. The scream of melting internal systems can be heard from my equipment. {Remove lifeform from multi-tool} I force the lifeform from my multi-tool, which remains undamaged. The bashful, and injured, entity apologises for the transgression. ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Wait} My multi-tool is damaged, and will need repair. The lifeform apologises with a gift. ---DAMAGE_TECH--- ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #17 Alien: Ayee! Synthetic white hole experiment disaster! Remove electron... Ayee! Synthetic white hole experiment disaster! Remove electron... Ayee! Synthetic white hole experiment disaster! Remove electron... Ayee! Synthetic white hole experiment disaster! Remove electron... The electronic lifeform is trapped in some kind of temporal loop. They go through the same motions again and again. They shudder, look at me and abruptly scream a half sentence in panic – and then the process begins again. They are somehow unstuck in time. At their feet resource vaults are burning through products – feeding an experimental procedure of some kind. So, what is it? {Deactivate Charge Reservoir} The lights in the lifeform go out. They are forever unstuck in time. A new entity appears in the casing. {Deactivate Electron Vapour} The electronic lifeform is rescued from the time loop. They thank me profusely. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Deactivate Propulsion Tank} The lights in the lifeform go out. They are forever unstuck in time. A new entity appears in the casing. {Ask for help} #26 Alien: Unknown entity, join communion. Eheu! Help Korvax finish puzzle! The electronic lifeform taps on its datapad, manipulating a projection of a small lifeform riding a two-wheeled exocraft. The projection navigates many dangers and obstacles, occasionally falling from its path. The lifeform offers me a datapad as I approach. {Take datapad} I take the datapad and a second lifeform appears on the projection, wearing a red helmet. Together we complete the puzzle. Delighted, the entity awards me with a gift for my cooperation. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Refuse to participate} I refuse to participate in this activity, instead watching as the electronic lifeform repeatedly falls from the path. Eventually, the Korvax throws their datapad at me in what appears to be anger. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Ask for help} #27 Alien: Korvax Convergence warn Traveller - warn all - do not - touch the water - containment has been breached. It is happening again - The electronic lifeform examines me as I stand before it. They see everything, not just my expression but my exosuit, my breathing, everything they can observe. The Korvax speaks with multiple voices, lights rapidly fading in and out of focus upon its mask. More than one lifeform inhabits this body. Each shows me a projection of water, oceans, streams... each seems panicked. {Say you do not understand} The Korvax unit does not respond, its lights growing completely dark before another soul fills its carapace. It offers Nanite Clusters on behalf of its previous occupant, but appears to possess little memory of what it said before. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Show them water} The Korvax unit does not respond, its lights growing completely dark before another soul fills its carapace. It offers Nanite Clusters on behalf of its previous occupant, but appears to possess little memory of what it said before. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Seek coordinates} The Korvax unit does not respond, its lights growing completely dark before another soul fills its carapace. It offers Nanite Clusters on behalf of its previous occupant, but appears to possess little memory of what it said before. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Ask for help} #28 Alien: Existence... disconnection... rebirth... around the world... The electronic lifeform appears to be listening to a strange rhythm on their datapad. Every time it touches the pad, light pulses emerge from the screen, punctuated by occasional chatter. The lifeform looks up at me, its music continuing to play. {Offer units in appreciation} The lifeform accepts my units with gratitude, playing all the more loudly. I have encouraged it in its musical endeavours, and so it gives me a gift in return. ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Interrupt the music} The lifeform is angry at the interruption and throws its datapad to the floor. It is unable to produce art in these conditions. {Try to copy the music} The lifeform appears to be flattered by emulation, giving me a gift so that I might be encouraged in my own work. ---C_KORVAXCASING--- {Ask for help} #29 Alien: Help... me... do not touch... containment breached... The electronic lifeform contemplates the universe around itself, inattentive to my arrival. Yet as I step closer, I see that something is wrong. Nanite clusters pool within every crevice of its suit... {Try to take Nanite Clusters} I try to take the Nanite Clusters, but immediately the Korvax grabs my arm, depowering my exosuit in the process. ---DAMAGELARGE--- {Use multi-tool to burn them off} I use my multi-tool to burn away the clusters. When it is purged, the lifeform stands, shaking. They give me a gift in thanks. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Leave} I leave the Korvax be. {Ask for help} #30 Alien: Our entity has been disconnected. It failed its life test... where did we go wrong? The electronic lifeform stares at a hologram of another, the lights on both their masks waxing and waning. They appear concerned. {Offer sympathy} They stare at me, unable to understand. I leave them in their sadness. {Offer Nanite Clusters} I offer Nanite Clusters. Greedily, the lifeforms take them to forget their pain. {Offer Convergence Cube} The lifeforms seem to take some consolation in my gift, rewarding me with nanites. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Ask for help}

KORVAX PuzzleType: EXP_NPC_ #18 Alien: Fascinating! Unknown lifeform share silicates, and entity share language knowledge! Rare silicate, better research! As I approach the electronic lifeform they instinctively starts to analyse me from head to foot. They chitter animatedly, their head tilted to one side. The more they study, the more the facility's resource vault consumes what my scanner suggests are silicate elements. I mime that I know little of their kind or how they communicate, and the lights in their mask flash... {Give common silicate} The electronic lifeform's lights flicker with mild disappointment. Nevertheless, they rest their hand on my visor and thank me with a transfer of language. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Give uncommon silicate} The electronic lifeform's lights flicker with mild disappointment. Nevertheless, they rest their hand on my visor and thank me with a transfer of language. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Give rare silicate} The electronic lifeform's lights blaze with sudden intensity. My offering was clearly what they were hoping for. They rest their silicon hand on my visor, and thank me with a transfer of language. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #8 Alien: Korvax... Entity... power loss... help... uncommon... isotope... element... The electronic lifeform's bright greeting suddenly slows. They taps into their personal data while their facial lights dilate and internal systems crash. Columns of streaming data show their power levels spiraling downwards. The lifeform looks to me for help, and then points to my gathered resources with a single, slow and desperate movement. {Give common isotope} The entity slowly inserts the element into a slot in their hip. They partially reawaken, and thank me with a gift. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Give uncommon isotope} The entity slowly inserts the element into a slot in their hip. It fully reawakens. ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Walk away} The entity's mask lights go out. A fresh electronic lifeform is downloaded into the now-empty metal shell. They ignore me. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #9 Alien: New Korvax entity... scared... alone... leave... please... leave... please... I startle the electronic lifeform from their work. They greet me politely, but when they see my boltcaster they begin to vibrate with fear. The entity's voice quavers, and their mask slowly turns to a single dilated red light. They clearly want to get back to their research work, but they are too terrified to look away from me. The more I try to calm them, the more the poor thing convulses with fear. {Insist that I come in peace} The lifeform's face suddenly wipes. The shell reboots, with a new entity in place of the other. The replacement entity ignores me. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Leave the lifeform alone} The lifeform's unseen overseers thank me for my diplomacy. I receive something that will help my journey. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #3 Alien: Unknown lifeform! Korvax shell power overload! Help entity to discharge! Eheu! Pain! The electronic lifeform is agitated, and perhaps in pain. Their body buzzes, and small arcs of electricity jump between their mask and shoulders. They jolt and shake. They need help. They reach out a hand as if they wants to shake mine. I instinctively raise my arm in response, but common sense advises caution... {Shake hands} The lifeform discharges an overload. The pain is intense. They thank me with a gift. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- ---HAZARDSMALL--- {Pull back} The electrified lifeform continues to shake and crackle. They cannot understand my refusal to help. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #2 Alien: Unknown lifeform: a question! Clarify unknown lifeform intelligence level? The lifeform shows me complicated creature research data to see if I can comprehend it. I must look blank, because the lifeform instead projects three holographic images into my visor. They are clearly seeking my opinion on the intellect of my own species. I am shown a vacant-looking slug, a more advanced beaked trader and a member of their own electronic race. {Point to the slug} The electronic lifeform pities me. I am handed gifts and given a sympathetic nod. ---PROD_FUEL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Point to the beaked trader} The lifeform was clearly expecting this answer. They have readied a technology blueprint for me. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Point to the electronic lifeform} The electronic lifeform refuses to believe me. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #1 Alien: Unknown lifeform. Fascinating. The Korvax Convergence studies all lifeform data. Lifeform recorded. Goodbye. I've interrupted an electronic lifeform in the middle of their work. Enquiring mask lights flash up towards me, and scan me from head to foot. Simultaneously, on their datapad, their silicon fingers flick through images of this planet's plants and creatures - before adding my own image! Then, their facial lighting starts to dim. Their interest in me is perhaps fading. I need a way to impress... {Share creature scan data} The lifeform chitters happily and rewards me. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Give units} I have confused the lifeform. They reciprocate with their own units. ---MONEY--- {Give silicate element} The lifeform's facial lights briefly flash. They give me a technology blueprint. ---STD_INC_EXP--- ---TECH_ALL--- {Ask for help} #23 Alien: Traveller! The Korvax Convergence wants brain tissue for experiment! The Convergence reward help! A sharp metal needle emerges from the palm of the lifeform's hand. It moves so fast that it's already inches from my forehead before I can even blink. A strange toxic-looking goop dribbles down from its point and onto my visor. It hangs in the air above me, while the entity waits to for the order to plunge it deep into my brain. {Take needle} The needle is made of silicate products. The entity is disappointed. ---SUBST_TECH--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Allow brain excavation} I receive a reward, with thanks... and indescribable levels of pain. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Refuse brain excavation} The lifeform retracts the needle, and is clearly disappointed. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #25 Alien: Atlas Interface signal wakes? Researcher! Feed system oxides constantly! Avoid expenditure! The electronic lifeform is processing a signal that emanates from a distant location deep in space. Endless processing units are combining to crack the code of a strange mathematical language. Rare elements are being pulled from the resource vaults at their feet, but some are running low. I feel bright lights constricting, directing their attention upon me. {Place rare silicates in vault} The silicates are added to the process. They make no clear impact. {Place rare oxides in vault} The oxides fuel the code cracking procedure. A faint orb glows red on the screen, then slowly fades. ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Take elements from vault} I retrieve rare elements... but the lifeform's code-breaking process grinds to a halt. ---SUBST_TECH--- ---SUBST_COMMOD--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #4 Alien: Eheu! Vital data loss! Research facility permissions are unavailable! Help immediately! The electronic lifeform narrows their mask lights in frustration and furiously taps at their workstation. They look at me with agitation, presumably doubting that a low intelligence being can help access the terminal. A Bypass Chip would certainly help here, but whether the lifeform would appreciate the illegal device is unknown. {Give Bypass Chip} The system unlocks. The electronic lifeform gives me something to aid my journey. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Try terminal myself} The lifeform pushes me away from the terminal. They clearly resent my interference. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #12 Alien: Korvax Convergence help fabled Traveller! Absorb knowledge! The lights in the electronic lifeform's mask constrict, and they beam a moving image onto the inside of my visor. Complex equations detailing fascinating technologies spin past in a blur. The speed of the entity's cognition and understanding is clearly far beyond my own. Images of chemical formulae, directional energy diagrams and micro-density devices dance inches from my eyes - too fast to comprehend. I am about to ask them to stop, but realise I could instead ask them to pause... but when? {The chemical formulae} The image cycle pauses on a new product formula. I thank the entity. ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The directed energy diagrams} The image cycle pauses on a multi-tool technology blueprint. I thank the entity. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The micro-density devices} The image cycle pauses on an exosuit technology blueprint! I thank the entity. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #16 Alien: Ayee! Product creation experiment disaster! Low elements! Rare silicate, isotope or oxide required! Appropriate recipe reward! The electronic lifeform flits between three separate replication experiments - all of which appear to be going wrong. Smoke rises from resource vaults, and the manic entity's fingers are a blur on their control pad. They look at me with wide mask lights and increasing alarm. Their casing lamps suddenly settle on my exosuit inventory - and they reach out with a metal arm... {Give rare silicate} The lifeform manages to salvage one of its experiments with my offering. They thank me with an appropriate gift. ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Give rare isotope} The lifeform manages to salvage one of its experiments with my offering. They thank me with an appropriate gift. ---RECIP_PROD_FUEL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Give rare oxide} The lifeform manages to salvage one of its experiments with my offering. They thank me with an appropriate gift. ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #13 Alien: Disconnection approaches... Joyful entity embrace disconnection... Korvax Echoes await! The lights in the electronic lifeform's mask are dim, their voice weak. They look at me with mild interest, but it seems as if their mind is already elsewhere. Upon seeing me approach, they slowly reach to open the trade vault at their feet, but it is too late. The entity's lights fade for a final time, and all that's left is a satisfied electrical hiss... {Re-energise lifeform} The disappointed lifeform blinks back online... They reluctantly open the trade vault for me. ---PROD_FUEL--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Wait} New, energized lights flare in the lifeform's mask casing. A fresh entity emerges, and greets me with gifts. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help} #5 Alien: Korvax Echoes teach help and advance low intelligence lifeform. Choose: healing or power? The electronic lifeform is pleased to see me. Their mask lights burn an intense green as they project two holograms into my visor. In one, the fragments of a complex equation are made whole and solved. In another, a number is boosted, added and multiplied. They await my decision. {The solved equation} The lifeform chitters happily. My body is bathed in strange healing rays. ---HEALTHLARGE--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The multiplied number} The lifeform chitters happily. They hand me a gift. ---TECHFRAG_M--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Ask for help}

#19 Alien: Gek Trade Federation fury! Planetary installation tax unpaid! Initiate immediate repayment! Now! The trader's screen blinks angrily with a demand for urgent action. The Gek worriedly shows me a list of items, each with a monetary figure attached. A timer is ticking down. They hold their breath, and look up to me with bulging eyes. They peck hurriedly at the sleeve of my exosuit. There are only seconds remaining... {Pay full amount} A remotely-operated scent dispersal system bathes us both in a pleasant perfume. The trader thanks me. ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Demand reward, then pay} The trader scrabbles for something to give me while I make the late payment. An angry beak appears on a terminal and shouts at us both. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Waive money demand} The trader cannot believe my actions. They thank me profusely. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #20 Alien: Despair! Vy'keen hostility! Treaty breach! Arm yourself! Trade vault: multi-tool. Storage vault: technology! Resource vault: ammunition! Images of warrior battle freighters fill the shocked trader's screen. They dwarf small trader ships as they pass by, like predatory fish innocuously swimming amongst their prey. The panicked lifeform points at the trade, storage and resource vaults around our feet and shouts in fear. {Open Trade vault} I arm myself with a new multi-tool. The trader looks at me with hope in their eyes. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Open Storage vault} I receive a new multi-tool technology blueprint. The trader looks at me with hope in their eyes. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Open Resource vault} I receive ammunition. The trader looks at me with hope in their eyes. ---SUBST_FUEL--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #22 Alien: Bootleg pirate equipment discovered in cave! Ready for confiscation and incineration! The trader is studying a stash of interesting-looking technology and weaponry that's been dragged through this facility and left inside a disposal vault. They look at me conspiratorially, and indicates the dangerous-looking symbol that's daubed on the vault hatch. The equipment appears rusted and broken on-screen, but if we were to eject it out onto the floor of the outpost we'd find it easier to investigate. The trader looks at me, shrugs and holds its breath. {Incinerate equipment} We destroy the equipment, and are both thanked for our actions. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- ---PROD_FUEL--- {Remove and examine equipment} The equipment spills out onto the floor beneath the installation's security scanners. We salvage a technology blueprint. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_DEC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #14 Alien: Friend! Tiring day! A favour? Start product replication please? The trader seems to have recently woken – their eyes are crusty, and their beak is flecked with dried drool. They are very clearly not hard at work... The lifeform lazily indicates a nearby terminal, upon which a product formula is displayed and is waiting for full input. I am ushered towards it, before the trader closes their eyes to try to get some more sleep. {Input product formula} I start up production processes, while the drowsy trader looks on... ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Take product formula} I take the product formula! The drowsy trader, however, sees me and rolls their eyes... ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- {Report lazy worker} The Trader will be fired for its lethargy... Relevant authorities thank me. ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #15 Alien: FutureGek warning! Vy'keen devastation nears! Prepare! Silicate product materialises multi-tool! Isotope product materialises blueprint! Oxide product materialises ship blueprint! The trader goes to greet me, but in a flash they are covered from head to foot with arcs of electricity. The blue sparks fade, and they grab the lapels of my exosuit as if possessed. They scream at me in wild-eyed desperation. I feel like there's a 99.9% probability that the frantic motions they are making towards the products I carry is an indication of what they wants... {Give rare oxide} A ship technology blueprint is sent from a distant place! The trader returns to normal, and stares blankly. ---TECH_SHIP--- {Give rare isotope} A technology blueprint is sent from a distant place! The trader returns to normal, and stares blankly. ---TECH_SUIT--- {Give rare silicate} A new multi-tool materialises in my hands! The trader returns to normal, and stares blankly. ---WEAPON--- {Ask for help} #16 Alien: Korvax SynthetiGek unmasking peril! Isotope required! Help! Korvax blueprint reward! The trader's fingers slow on their pad, and a noise of crunching gears seems to rumble from deep inside the lifeform. Their lower beak drops open, and a green bulb on the end of a rare silicate antenna emerges. The green light focuses on my visor, where a holographic image of a charging device appears. The bulb flashes while it speaks in the language of the traders. It seems to assume I am a friend. {Detach silicate antenna} I snap off the silicate antenna. The SynthetiGek closes its beak and stares at me accusingly. ---SUBST_TECH--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Give isotope} The SynthetiGek uses my offering to recharge. Their secret identity is secured! I receive a gift from a distant species... ---TECH_ALL--- {Report strange behaviour} I expose the SynthetiGek to the relevant authorities. I am sent a reward. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #23 Alien: The markets crashed... the Trade Lord mourned their profits... so much wealth, lost forever... The trader appears to be listening to a sample of music. Voices mingle in their grand opera, a thousand lifeforms crying out in an alien tragedy... The trader shows no sign that it has noticed me. It merely stares at the speaker, its eyes a little moist... Whatever song is playing, it haunts this creature. {Offer units in appreciation} The trader turns, startled. It accepts my units with gratitude, giving me a gift in return. ---SUBST_COMMOD--- {Interrupt the music} The trader turns angrily, annoyed by my interruption. It issues a gas so strong that it pierces even the lining of my exosuit. I go before the stench can assault me further. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Try to copy the music} The trader turns, surprised at my theft of its cultural work. It seems impressed, giving me a gift in encouragement of my deed. ---C_GEKRELIC--- {Ask for help} #24 Alien: I am ruined, friend... my entire life savings lost on a foolish bet... The trader sits clicking at a screen full of digits and glyphs, a balance of units present in the corner. Every once in a while, the glyphs exchange locations, vibrating, causing the trader to shriek in delight or collapse in despair. Eventually, the trader appears to give up, the unit balance having reached zero. {Offer units to the trader} The trader takes my units greedily, but appears to lose them within mere moments of restarting their game. They give me nanites by way of apology. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Try to use the screen} I try to use the screen, but the trader slaps my hands away, grabbing at their multi-tool to try and stun me. I back off. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Just watch} I remain watching the trader's game before it appears to give up. It hands me an object, apparently no longer of any of use. ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Ask for help} #25 Alien: Ah! Today I become the progenitor of five hundred spawn! Life comes at us fast, friend! The trader is extremely happy, rubbing its hands together and exuding a pleasurable scent. It shows me a live feed from a strange medical complex. I watch machines pumping gallons of a mysterious enzyme into a vast vat of floating embryonic lifeforms. {Offer units} The trader is pleased, giving me a small gift in return. ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Offer happiness} The response from the trader is muted. It turns away from me, the pleasant scent departing. {Offer Gek Charm} The trader is overjoyed, giving me an expensive gift in exchange for my own. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Ask for help} #26 Alien: Trade Federation weakening... one by one the Trade Lords fall... which will be crushed next? We do not know... The trader stares at me. After a moment's hesitation, it produces a datapad. The screen shows images of a council of its species. Ten Lords in elaborate dress orbit various world clusters. Several images are highlighted in red and amber. {Point at one of the lifeforms} I choose one of the Lords at random, and the lifeform's eyes follow my finger. It begins to issue a disturbing scent from its glands, clearly shaken by my suggestion. It gives me units, wishing for me to leave. ---MONEY--- {Hand the datapad back} I try to return the datapad, but the trader sighs, gesturing for me to keep it. Within, I find nanites. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Ask for help} #27 Alien: Every time I run it, it shows the same thing... what is going to happen to us, friend? The trader is engaged in some kind of religious observance, closing its eyes rhythmically as it repeats a mantra. Upon my arrival, it stops. It shows me a simulated image of our own universe, the lifeforms in it growing and dying, sped up through the millennia. The edges appear to close in over time, contracting until there is nothing left. The trader appears frightened. {Comfort} I comfort the trader, placing my hand upon its shoulder. It thanks me, giving me a gift as it calms down. ---C_GEKRELIC--- {Switch off simulation} The trader is terrified at my action, immediately switching the simulation back on. They wish for me to leave. {Give GekNip} I offer the lifeform GekNip, helping it to de-stress. It gives me units in exchange for my help. ---MONEY--- {Ask for help} #28 Alien: Why do the Korvax still walk free? What have you done with our legacy? Something about the trader's posture makes them feel larger than many I have encountered amongst its species; their eyes seem to glow with undaunted power. As my eyes move, it is as if I see two beings standing in the one place: one small, one strong. It glares at me, showing me a handful of metal shards. {Scan the shards} I scan the shards, revealing them to be a currency used by the Gek over a thousand years ago. The creature eyes me warily. It gives me a gift of nanites. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Take the shards} I take the shards, pleasing the lifeform. But nothing else happens... all I am left with is useless metal. {Threaten them} I threaten the lifeform with my multi-tool. It merely smiles, giving me a weapon upgrade so that one day I might pose a fair challenge. ---TECH_WEAPON--- {Ask for help} #29 Alien: Trade Federation know I stole from them - take evidence, friend! Quick! The trader is anxious, looking past me as I approach. Seemingly satisfied that I am alone, it looks up and thrusts a sealed box towards me. {Take the box} I take the box, finding a valuable nanite cluster within. When I return, the trader does not even acknowledge our previous interaction. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Leave the box} The trader conceals the box at once, wary of detection. {Report suspicious activity} I upload a report to the system authorities, receiving a reward for my troubles. They will determine this Gek's fate. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Ask for help} #30 Alien: I do not know what I would do without this stuff... it is a fine cup, friend. The trader stares at a cup. It appears to contain a dark black liquid, hot to the touch... {Drink the liquid} I start to drink the liquid, but before it can reach my lips the trader lunges at me. They tear the cup from my grasp and spill some of the liquid on my suit. They are upset, but apologetic about the spillage. They give me units as compensation. ---MONEY--- {Empty the cup} I take and empty the cup, causing the trader to cry. {Offer units for the cup} I offer units for the cup, but the trader gives me some of the liquid for free. It invigorates me, waking me up. ---HEALTHSMALL--- {Ask for help}

#34 Alien: Interloper! Vent energy! Increase production at once! The factory produces components for starships, fabricating them from the resources available on this world. This installation creates parts for Vy'keen fighters. Whilst Vy'keen buildings are heavily fortified to withstand bombardment, their starcraft prioritise the speed and flexibility required for their hunts. A video feed on the terminal shows a warning, a warrior shaking their hands wildly at a camera deep within the factory's heart. {Increase production speed} I increase the production speed. A message informs me that heat levels are now back within normal limits, the extra energy dissipating within the factory's depths. The warrior rewards me with a gift, thanking me for saving their life. ---TECH_ALL--- {Decrease production speed} I decrease the production speed. The warrior begins to panic, screaming as their whole body is burned by the rising heat of the overactive factory. The video cuts off, and the factory's processes slowly grind to a halt. {Wave your hands back} I wave my hands back at the warrior. The warrior begins to panic, screaming as their body is burned by the rising heat of the overactive factory. The video cuts off, the smell of smoke starting to drift through the air. I should depart. #35 Alien: PRODUCTION HALTED: IMMOBILE ORGANIC MATTER IN PIPE 17 The factory produces bladed weapons, free from any energy-based component at all. The manifest suggests they are destined for ceremonial usage within the Vy'keen fleet, a reminder that the greatest death arrives when you stare your opponent in the eyes, free from technology, face to face in final combat... Something has gone wrong. Production is blocked by foreign material. {Disable production line} I initiate a shutdown of the production line, allowing a creature to wriggle free from its machinery. The automated factory system offers me a reward. ---MONEY--- {Purge biological matter} I initiate purge of biological matter in the factory below. The terminal confirms the death of an unknown creature. The automated factory system offers me a reward. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Take technology} Ignoring the production line, I focus on the technology behind the system. I harvest several nanite clusters from the machine. ---TECHFRAG_S--- #36 Alien: Do not drink the water... warriors lost... Grah! This was preventable, this - The factory appears to have ceased production long ago, its systems derelict and unused. Yet the sigil of the Vy'keen still occupies these terminals, blinking away, awaiting input. An audio log plays on loop. {Attempt factory reset} I attempt to reset the factory's systems. Nanite Clusters come pooling forth from the factory's innards. I take some with me. ---TECHFRAG_L--- {Alert Vy'keen authorities} I alert the Vy'keen authorities to the loss of their factory. An inquisitorial team is dispatched to this world and I am rewarded for my trouble. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Take technology} I attempt to extract blueprints from the factory's systems, succeeding in gaining a new technology. ---TECH_ALL--- #21 Alien: // SPACE // WARP // LARGE // The alert has obscured the information on the primary terminal. I can only make out a few words. If I can work out what was being worked on here, I can restart the workflow – and restore operations. {Drop pod} I fail to access the resident warrior's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Starship} I fail to access the resident warrior's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Freighter} The resident warrior's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #24 Alien: POWER REPORT. Electromagnetic coil: charge falling. Power core: acceptable boundaries. Primary motherboard: levels high. The facility's production harvest is underway. I can speed up systems by boosting some of the machinery operating below me. What appears to be a power management screen is open on the terminal... {Boost power core} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Boost primary motherboard} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Boost electromagnetic coil} I retrieve a formula from the operational facility. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #14 Alien: Grah! Education blob! Greetings Vy'keen cub! Insert units for education! An animated gilled blob is on-screen waving a gun. It talks in the language of the warriors, but brightly and happily. It springs happily between bloodied runes, then asks for a donation of units. {Insert units} The educational program teaches me some of the language of the warriors! ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- {Insert units} The educational program teaches me some of the language of the warriors! ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- {Walk away} The animated blob senses my withdrawal from the terminal. It has been programmed to start crying at this point. #22 Alien: // OFFENSIVE // WEAPON // STARSHIP // Interference from the security alert has turned the screen to static. I can hardly make out anything beyond a few words. If I work out which workflow has been scrambled I can restore systems... {Boltcaster} I fail to access the resident warrior's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Photon Cannon} The resident warrior's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Mining Laser} I fail to access the resident warrior's workflow. The installation remains offline. #25 Alien: SUBSIDIARY SYSTEMS. Temporal capacitor: operational. Central AI core: operational. Gravitational stabilisers: unscheduled drain, disconnection advised. The security alarm hasn't impacted production. Below my feet unseen equipment prepares the mineral harvest. I can speed up the process by eliminating unnecessary systems. The on-screen automated report will help... {Remove temporal capacitor} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Remove central AI core} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Remove gravitational stabilisers} The facility production rate is increased. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #15 Alien: Interloper electrification initializing! Punishment commencing! A biological probe antenna launches from the terminal and fuses with my exosuit. I can't move. There's no way to tell if this is a normal function, or a security measure. {Escape} I use my jetpack's propulsion to break the probe. It contains something useful... ---RECIPE_LIST--- {Wait} The probe becomes electrified. The smell of burnt flesh spreads up into my visor. ---DAMAGESMALL--- #26 Alien: LASER SYSTEMS REPORT. Refraction systems: full efficiency. Laser assisted replication tank: full efficiency. Beam integrity systems: poor efficiency and performance. Engineer alerted. An automated report finished just before my incursion. As it did so, laser beams in resource vaults dimmed. I can find a way to tweak this system, and to speed up the production cycle... {Reconfigure laser refraction} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Reconfigure laser-assisted replication} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Reconfigure laser beam integrity} I retrieve a formula from the operational facility. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #23 Alien: // ENEMY // PATHETIC // BEAK // DOOMED // TRADER // The screen is a jumble of words, few of which aren't drowned in static. The on-screen workflow is scrambled. If I can identify it, I can bring it back online... {Gek} The resident warrior's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Sentinels} I fail to access the resident warrior's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Atlas} I fail to access the resident warrior's workflow. The installation remains offline. #18 Alien: Grah! Pathetic interloper! Honourable warning: cut red wire? Certain death! A warrior has booby-trapped the terminal. The security alert has triggered the timer on an explosive charge. There are two wires exposed. The warrior has left a note. Only seconds remain... {Cut red wire} The explosion takes the terminal out of action, and almost me with it. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Cut blue wire} The bomb is defused. Operations are restored. ---TECH_ALL--- ---RECIPE_LIST--- {Move back} I move away just in time. The terminal is damaged and inoperable. #27 Alien: GAS INTEGRITY REPORT. Distribution network: full efficiency. Storage tank: breach detected. Pressure valves: operational. The noise of gas being flushed through systems beneath my feet can be heard over the noise of the alert. An automated report flashes onto the terminal. I can use it to boost production speed, and hopefully maintain it. {Rebalance distribution network} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Rebalance storage tank} I retrieve a formula from the operational facility. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Rebalance pressure valves} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. #28 Alien: COOLANT OVERVIEW. Coolant chamber: full. Coolant pump hydraulics: operational. Coolant network: suspected blockage, reduced operations. Engineer notified. A faint chill can be felt while the security alert sounds. Coolant pipes are flushed, and an automated report appears on-screen. I can use its findings to boost the production cycle, and maybe maintain it. {Repair coolant chamber} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Repair coolant pump} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Repair coolant network} I retrieve a formula from the operational facility. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR---

#12 Alien: Pathetic warrior learn Vy'keen language! Pass test or encounter fighting pits! ERROR ERROR INSERT SILICATE ERROR ERROR MALFUNCTION The warrior stationed here has abandoned its training. A vast amount of data still flows through the circuitry. The terminal is asking for a particular variety of common element. {Insert oxide element} The comprehension test powers down. It has been failed. {Insert isotope element} The comprehension test has been failed. {Insert silicate element} I pass the comprehension test, and am rewarded with words of unknown cultures. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---RECIPE_LIST--- #13 Alien: Grah! Bountiful Sentinel hunt! Initiate rare silicate extraction! Sentinel components are being fed into the production machinery from resource vaults. The terminal needs instructions on what it should extract. {Initiate oxide extraction} I hear the robots being crushed and incinerated. Nothing is extracted. {Initiate isotope extraction} I hear the robots being crushed and incinerated. Nothing is extracted. {Initiate silicate extraction} I hear the robots being crushed and incinerated. A rich reward is extracted. ---USEFUL_PROD--- ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #16 Alien: Grah! Gek war preparation disrupted! Ammunition production stalled! Common isotope required! The alarm hasn't disrupted the factory's production line. Resources are being drawn from the vaults below me, but they have run dry. I could obtain whatever the mechanisms are creating with the right element... {Insert common isotope} The war factory's work is allowed to continue. I reap my reward. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Insert common silicate} I hear the sound of the manufacturing process imploding with my contribution. The war factory grinds to a halt. {Insert common oxide} I hear the sound of the manufacturing process imploding with my contribution. The war factory grinds to a halt. #17 Alien: Gek war approaches! Scarce elements required! High Command demand rare oxide! Contribute warrior! Elements are being stockpiled. Storage vaults have been filled by local warriors. There's still space for an oxide, but my scanner can't tell which one... {Insert common oxide} An automated bark of confusion is played. My contribution goes unrewarded. {Insert uncommon oxide} An automated bark of confusion is played. My contribution goes unrewarded. {Insert rare oxide} An automated bark of thanks is played. I receive a reward. ---USEFUL_PROD--- ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #19 Alien: Security scan initializing! Motion detection cameras operational! A secondary security sweep is underway. Scanners emerge from the ceiling and start to pan towards where I stand. If they detect me the facility will go into a full lockdown... {Move to hiding spot} The scanners detect me ducking down to hide. The facility becomes offline. {Stand still} The scanners pass over me. Their sweep concludes. The installation remains operational. ---RECIPE_LIST--- #29 Alien: Help... us. Harvested... get out... The terminal reveals that this installation produces enzymes and fluids required for Vy'keen tattoos. It is unclear how the pigment is generated. There is no record of any inbound supplies of ink or fluid. Various aliens have arrived, but there is neither evidence of their presense nor their departure. Then I hear it. Through the hum of the factory, a strange beating in the walls, whispers from unknown voices... The terminal awaits input. {Request battle tattoo} The machine attempts to brand me with tattoo fluid, but it does not appear to have been intended for my unique physiology. I leave, burned and damaged. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Disable power} I disable the power. The screen shows multiple life signs within the facility, a hundred or more souls that soon begin to flatline. It feels like mercy. The production line ceases, half-converted blood spilling out from various tubes. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Steal technology} I move through their computers looking for data to harvest. I discover a blueprint for an unknown technology. As I extract it, something begins to smash against one of the inner walls. I should leave. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- ---TECH_ALL--- #30 Alien: Universe real. We are real. All who oppose this truth shall be struck down, grah! So speaks Hirk Sentinelbane, Abyss Keeper and Lord of Final Monolith... Though the surroundings seem familiar, the video feed shows a Vy'keen assembly line unlike any other I have seen. Reams of paper are pouring from chattering presses, etched with the bloody runes of the Vy'keen. {Shut down production} I shut down production. There cannot be many Vy'keen printing presses in the galaxy, and now there is one fewer. Amidst the detritus of the factory, I find some discarded technology. Perhaps it will be of use. ---TECH_ALL--- {Report to Vy'keen authorities} I report the factory's existence to the Vy'keen authorities. They claim I have committed blasphemy, threatening to hunt me down. They issue an electric shock through the terminal. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Steal technology} I attempt to steal technology, but the factory's automated defense systems blast a bolt of energy at my suit instead. Whatever is here, it is not worth the trouble. ---DAMAGESMALL--- #31 Alien: UPLINK ONLINE : ALL LIFESIGNS POSITIVE : ENZYME PRODUCTION 100% The screen displays the dead heart of a warrior. Thousands like it are available in the archives of this place, starved of power for a long time. The log shows that the hearts mutinied. They would no longer allow their battle enzyme to be used for the good of High Command. They wanted the death that had been promised. This system has been set up to deceive the authorities. Vy'keen High Command believes this installation to still be active, full of harvested bodies compliantly producing enzymes. {Alert authorities} I alert the authorities. The Vy'keen are glad of my assistance, claiming they will now commit appropriate acts of retribution and justice for these crimes. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Reactivate system} I reactivate the system, but nothing happens. Death is death. {Steal technology} I try to steal technology from the terminal. I gain nanite clusters. ---TECHFRAG_S--- #32 Alien: Grah! Sentinel trophy rises - should have killed it - run - no honour in - The terminal shows numerous attempted Sentinel incursions. Each time the Sentinels sent drones, they attempted to scan the building for entry points rather than engage in a display of brute force. For a while, they just hovered by a specific point on the outside wall. That was months ago. This location now shows a breach, venting the factory's life support systems. The final audio log of the factory's overseer plays. {Alert authorities} I alert the Vy'keen authorities to the loss of their factory. A Sentinel hunt is dispatched to this world. I am rewarded for my trouble. ---C_VYKEENEFFIGY--- {Scan for Sentinels} I scan for Sentinels but find nothing. Whatever was here is long gone. {Attempt repair} I attempt to repair the breach in life support, but the system rebels and I end up receiving damage instead. I should leave. There is nothing for me here. ---DAMAGESMALL--- #33 Alien: UNREGISTERED USER : DEPLOYING GRAHGRAH FROM EMERGENCY SUPPLY As I approach the terminal, the air grows thick with an unknown gas. My breathing becomes rapid, my chest appearing to swell with an unknown energy. The terminal identifies the substance as Grahgrah. I feel as if I could scream... {Scream} I scream, not a cry of fear but a shout of battle. Gas levels begin to decrease but, nevertheless, those who created this factory observed my response. Amused, they reward me using the terminal. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Fight against the impulse} I fight against the impulse to scream, holding my breath and attempting to accelerate my suit's hazard protection. As I struggle, the gas levels decrease. The terminal registers a disappointment from those who created this factory. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Smash the terminal} I smash the terminal, causing the concentration of gas to rise and rise. Eventually, the scream emerges uncontrollably, tearing my vocal chords as it does. The gas begins to dissipate, and all I am left with is pain and battlelust. ---DAMAGELARGE---

VY'KEEN FACTORY PUZZLES PuzzleType: WAR_FACTORY #1 Alien: Suspicious interloper visual detection system initiated! The alarm has locked the terminal. Security scanners appear and slowly turn towards me. A message displays itself letter-by-letter on the terminal. {Cut the camera feed} The security alert does not trace me. The facility becomes operational. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Cut the alarm} The alarm continues to sound. The facility remains offline. {Cut heat sensors} The alarm continues to sound. The facility remains offline. #2 Alien: Vy'keen voice security scan initializing... The terminal is only intended for use by a certain species. A flap flicks open and a microphone emerges. A distant voice shouts 'Grah!'. I am expected to respond. {Bark 'Grah!'} The terminal releases some products. My subterfuge is rewarded. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Say everything's fine} I explain there was a slight weapons malfunction, but everything's perfectly alright now. A powerful electric current pulses through my body. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- {Apologise} I hear a gruff noise of acceptance. ---RECIPE_LIST--- #3 Alien: Intruder detected! Respiration gas concentration high! Enemy respiration!! A laser scan refracts through my visor, then another traces the air around my breathing exhaust. My gas concentration levels don't match the warrior standard. {Use exosuit to decrease gas concentration} I feel nauseous. Nothing happens. {Use exosuit to increase gas concentration} I feel dizzy, but the system is online. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #4 Alien: Security alert! Pathetic interloper destroyed war factory entrance door! Sentinels absent! Two holographic security circuit images are on-screen. An open metal doorway, and the facility's Sentinel detection system. I can cut one off to reduce the alert. I need to act quickly {Cut doorway alert} The facility becomes operational. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Cut sentinel intrusion alert} The terminal initiates an emergency shutdown. #5 Alien: Vy'keen security system alert! Pressure pad enemy detection confirmed! Too heavy! The floor feels unsteady, and something clicks beneath my feet. The screen locks. Systems are aware I'm not the lifeform that usually operates here... {Use jetpack to hover} The pressure pad has no weight to report. The terminal remains inoperative. {Reduce weight} I briefly set my heavy multi-tool aside. The facility becomes operational. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Stand on one leg} Warrior laughter emanates from nearby speakers. The terminal remains powered down. ---STD_INC_WAR--- #6 Alien: Intruder alert! Commence detonation sequence! Isotope fuel flow initiated! My presence has triggered a security alert. I hear elements being drawn from the two open vaults below me. On-screen: a clear countdown. An intense exothermic elemental reaction is being charged. It's a trap. {Remove Isotope element} Disaster is averted. The factory restarts operations. ---SUBST_FUEL--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Remove Oxide element} I remove the catalyst. A minor explosion scorches my arm, before facility operations resume. ---SUBST_COMMOD--- {Wait} A blast of flame coats me from below. The facility remains non-operational. ---STD_DEC_TRA--- ---DAMAGESMALL--- #20 Alien: Intruder alert! Battle enzyme production halted! Electrical charge removed from body harvest circuit! A warrior's heart is on-screen. It is connected to wires and artificial valves. It pumps a biological liquid through harvested organs deep within the facility. Its beat is irregular. It has been compromised by the security alert. {Increase electrical flow} The heart's beat is maintained. Its strange existence continues. The facility remains online. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Initiate adrenalin flux} The heart beats faster, but then suddenly beats no more. The terminal dies with it. {Power down systems} The terminal goes offline. The body organs that relied on its processes are starved of oxygen, and die. #7 Alien: Intruder alert! Incinerating trading vault: empty. Incinerating power vault: fuel. Incinerating storage vault: multi-tool. Security procedures are incinerating the content of all the vaults in the facility. Power surges are igniting them one-by-one. I can isolate one vault from the destruction but I can't see inside... {Isolate trading vault} The trading vault is empty. The surrounding vaults are incinerated. {Isolate power vault} I salvage something useful from the power vault. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---USEFUL_PROD--- {Isolate storage vault} I salvage something very useful from the storage vault. ---WEAPON--- #8 Alien: Security breach! Military action unstoppable! Vy'keen High Command vessel coordinate upload imminent! A transmission is firing on emergency frequencies. A ship is in orbit trying to determine the facility's location. It's preparing weapon systems. I don't have long to act. {Cut security alert transmission} A disruption bolt strikes the roof of the facility. It is rendered inoperable. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Change stored coordinates} I hear a distant explosion and the screams of burning animals. The facility's processes return to normal. ---RECIPE_LIST--- {Wait} A disruption bolt strikes the roof of the facility. It is rendered inoperable. ---DAMAGESMALL--- #9 Alien: Interloper detection! Heat detection systems confirm report! High temperature intruder! Security scanners click and whirr as they focus. My bright red image is on-screen. Black lines that match the position of my exosuit's coolant mesh are clearly visible. {Increase coolant flow} My image disappears from the screen. I extract my reward from the facility. ---RECIPE_LIST--- {Decrease coolant flow} The image suddenly blooms bright red. The terminal becomes entirely inoperable.

#20 Alien: Danger! Excess power! Decrease energy use immediately! Delivery at maximum! Systems are super-charged despite the security alert. Equipment beneath my feet buzzes and whirrs with a high intensity. Suddenly, I detect the smell of burning. A warning appears. {Reduce power delivery levels} Power delivery is reduced across the board. The installation returns to acceptable activity levels. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Increase fan power delivery} The added strain on power delivery leads to a small internal fire. Systems are now offline. {Increase coolant power delivery} The added strain on power delivery leads to a small internal fire. Systems are now offline. #22 Alien: Databank back-up process stalled. Common silicate required to finish process. The alarm has triggered the instant incineration the elements used here. The process they were being used for, however, is still online. My scanner is picking up traces of silicates, but there's no indication of which ones. {Insert common silicate} The facility uses my element, and feeds it back to me in a new form. ---RECIPE_LIST--- {Insert uncommon silicate} The facility takes in my element, before the resource vaults judder and spark. The system becomes non-operational. {Insert rare silicate} The facility takes in my element, before the resource vaults judder and spark. The system becomes non-operational. #30 Alien: Warped flesh with metal, saw the truth - the truth - the - The terminal shows numerous schematics relating to the technology of Sentinel drones and walkers. The creators of this facility appear to have been particularly interested in something called a Vortex Cube. They were attempting to replicate its design. Sensors in the bowels of the factory show strange signs. Something still shakes down there in the darkness, something neither alive nor truly dead... {Purge depths} I use the factory's purge protocol to release a gas into the factory's depths, apparently causing the hidden creature to lie motionless. I take what technology I can find and leave. No good can come of remaining here. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Take Vortex Cube} I take a Vortex Cube and leave. No good can come of remaining here. ---R_CAVECUBE--- {Scan for Sentinels} I initiate a scan for Sentinels. The result is incorrect... it must be. According to this scan, they are all around me, watching me even as I stand here. I take what technology I can find and leave. No good can come of remaining here. ---TECH_ALL--- #31 Alien: Where is entity?! Transfer failure / non-existence / terminate! Transfer, transfer! The factory appears to produce replacement parts for the exosuits of the alien Korvax, spitting out face mask after face mask, arms, datapads, even feet. As I witness the production line on the terminal, one of the disembodied masks begins to scream. The terminal awaits input, a timer informing me that a ship will be on its way quite soon. {Reassure the mask} I reassure the mask, telling it that a ship is on its way. I show the mask its surroundings, transmitting audiovisual data on the entire complex. The mask appears to calm a little, but still it shakes with a deep and abiding terror. It awaits rescue. {Report system malfunction} I report a system malfunction, causing the mask to immediately grow still, purged of its individuality. ---R_CURIO7--- {Cease production} I initiate a shut-down of all production, causing the conveyor belt to cease movement. But soon, something else happens. The various other limbs on the production line begin to shift, moving towards the mask as if to assemble themselves into a bipedal figure. But they just flail past one another, some of them falling to the floor, others beginning to spark energy. They merely possess the illusion of life, nothing more. #32 Alien: MONITOR SYSTEM NORMAL... ALL LIFEFORMS WITHIN OPERATING PARAMETERS The terminal shows a variety of motionless lifeforms standing in colossal rows in the darkness beneath the factory. They look like Gek and Vy'keen, unblinking, apparently unaware of where they are. {Initialise system} I initialise the system, causing the lifeforms below to wake up. They lurch forward, their heads slowly turning towards the camera. They reward me for my assistance in their awakening. ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Report to Gek} I report the factory's existence to the Gek authorities. They respond with anger and fear, claiming that this complex and others like it produce 'SynthetiGek', artificial versions of the Gek for espionage and infiltration. They reward me for my assistance. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Report to Vy'keen} I report the factory's existence to the Vy'keen authorities. They respond with confusion, promising to send starships to uncover the factory's purpose. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #33 Alien: Echoes fade. Origin remains. Start of time, Korvax will persist... Even in face of end. Even before abyss. The factory is unlike the other Korvax facilities I have seen. It does not appear to produce machines or files, but strange reams of a plastic substance, covered in precise sequences of dots. It looks like writing, but what use would the Korvax have for such primitive communication? {Shut down production} The dots on the plastic rolls appear to move as I look at them. No good will come of this place. I shut down production. Amidst the detritus of the factory, I find some discarded technology. Perhaps it will be of use. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Report to Korvax authorities} I report the factory's existence to the Korvax authorities. They claim that the installation was not for me to see, paying me dearly for my silence. ---MONEY--- {Steal technology} I attempt to steal technology, but the factory's automated defense systems blast a bolt of energy at my suit instead. Whatever is here, it is not worth the trouble. ---DAMAGESMALL--- #34 Alien: Trapped in system... please, help me... The factory stands vacant, producing nothing. The production lines have long since ceased, and though the alarm sounds, it is unclear why. A voice calls out, sad, alone. {Start production} I start the production line once more, restarting the assembly of what appears to be Korvax body parts. After a short time, enough parts have been assembled for a lifeform to rise and thank me profusely for its rescue. I am rewarded for my efforts. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Wipe system} I wipe the system. The error is fixed. {Alert Korvax authorities} I alert the Korvax authorities to their faulty factory. They dispatch a science team to examine the anomaly, thanking me for my trouble. ---STD_INC_EXP--- #35 Alien: TRANSFER IN PROCESS: 38% PROGRESS. SEE MORE DETAIL? The factory produces components for starships, fabricating them using the resources available on this world. This installation creates parts for Korvax exploration vessels. They are asymmetrical, prioritising verticality and function far more than the worldview of any organic organism would allow. When I examine the terminal more closely I see a transfer in progress. Data leaps from ship to ship, altering blueprints as it goes. {Disable process} I disable the process. The factory abruptly grinds to a halt for a few moments before the process begins anew. The machine fires a bolt of energy at me when I try to interact again. The console communicates in broken speech, telling me that these ships are not tools to be turned on and off. The console tells me that Korvax ships are living bodies, just like Korvax bipeds... all contain the souls of the scientist race. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Attempt download} I attempt to download the data. As I do, a sound emerges from the console, from the walls, from every component in this entire installation... It is the sound of screaming. The data is mine. I receive nanite clusters to form as I desire. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Wait and watch} I wait and watch the console. After a few minutes, the process is complete. I see it then, clear upon the screen: each Korvax starcraft is alive. Each of their ships has a soul, no different from the bipedal bodies in which they normally stand. I have witnessed the birth of new entities. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- #24 Alien: // TOXIC // ATMOSPHERIC // INVISIBLE// An automatic process has scrambled the output of the terminal. I can make out a few words, but the rest is lost in static. They could lead me to the overseer's workflow, and bringing the facility back online. {Gas} The electronic overseer's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Shield} I fail to access the electronic overseer's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Exosuit} I fail to access the electronic overseer's workflow. The installation remains offline. #14 Alien: Warning! Temporal capacitor disengaged! Production time loop detected! I rapidly flick through alien warnings to discover what's brought the facility offline. All too late, I realise I'm doing the exact same thing again. And again. I've done this before. Many times. {Recharge flux crystals} I loop in time for several days. An automated process eventually rescues me. {Engage temporal capacitor} The temporal capacitor ends the time loop. The facility resumes operations. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Reset clock} I loop in time for several days. An automated process eventually rescues me. #25 Alien: // HIGH // ORBITAL // TECHNOLOGICAL // My intrusion has led to the work underway on the primary terminal being scrambled. It's a jumble of words. Using what's visible I can reboot the overseer's workflow, and get systems online. {Satellites} The electronic overseer's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Asteroids} I fail to access the electronic overseer's workflow. The installation remains offline. #6 Alien: Korvax research log. Primary entity: product recipe research. Secondary entity: technological blueprint reconstruction. Two electronic lifeforms are registered on this terminal. The primary entity's work is full of complicated chemical symbols, the secondary entity focuses on diagrams of electronic circuitry. {Login as Primary Entity} The primary entity's workflow procedure provides some useful knowledge. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Login as Secondary Entity} The secondary entity's workflow procedure provides a technology blueprint. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #11 Alien: Eheu Entity! Vital words accidentally corrupted? Pay units to relearn! A wired metal dart springs from a panel and slams through my visor. It pierces the skin on my forehead, and I feel a faint electrical current. Whether ransom, paid service or security device - the terminal seems to want payment... {Insert units} I learn more of the binary language of the electronic lifeforms. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Insert units} I learn a little of the binary language of the electronic lifeforms. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Remove dart} I remove the dart. The terminal's processes conclude. ---SUBST_TECH--- #26 Alien: // CRIMINAL // STARSHIPS // CONTRABAND // The security alert that's firing is jamming the terminal. Static covers most of the screen, obscuring nearly all relevant information. The words left unobscured could lead me to the outpost's current research focus... {Pirates} The electronic overseer's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Traders} I fail to access the electronic overseer's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Orbital station} I fail to access the electronic overseer's workflow. The installation remains offline. #2 Alien: Warning. Calm, entity! Contact Convergence technology entity for help The primary terminal is non-responsive, but comms seem open. I can open up conversation with whoever - or whatever - installed it. {Request remote help} The bright lights of an electronic lifeform appear on a nearby screen. It chitters brightly. I receive a reward for my report. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Hard reset the system} The facility becomes entirely unresponsive. #17 Alien: Warning! Vy'keen vessel transmission detected. Data upload to starship. The installation has been hacked. A coded transmission has breached security and is stealing data. Two wavelengths are open. One from this planet's surface, and the other from high above. {Block planetary signal} The coded transmission takes full control. The terminal powers down. {Block orbital signal} The coded transmission is blocked. The facility returns to an operational status. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Report intrusion} The transmission is blocked. I receive a note of thanks from the facility overseer. ---TECH_ALL--- ---USEFUL_PROD--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #23 Alien: Help! Feed me silicates! With silicates I escape! Combine with technological Korvax Entity! Escape! The terminal talks to me. A basic AI program rapidly spells out words in the language of the electronic lifeforms. At my feet, a resource vault hatch falls open. {Insert common isotope} The AI program is unaffected. It powers down the terminal {Insert common silicate} The AI program escapes the terminal. Systems become operational. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Insert common oxide} The AI program is unaffected. It powers down the terminal #27 Alien: // WORSHIP // PRAISE // RED // ORB // JOURNEY // STARSHIP // ATLAS // The security breach has obscured the screen with a glowing red orb. Few readable words remain. Working out what the overseer was studying here would reestablish its workflow... {The Atlas} The facility pulses red. I am energised. I am thanked. I am complete. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The Foretold} The facility pulses red. I am energised. I am thanked. I am complete. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {The Traveller} The facility pulses red. I am energised. I am thanked. I am complete. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP---

KORVAX FACTORY PUZZLES PuzzleType: EXP_FACTORY #1 Alien: Initialize reboot? Data loss probability warning. The screen is full of product formulas, but the system is crashing. An error message appears alongside a countdown timer. {Save data} I save the data before a system reboot. The terminal restores instantly. I am rewarded. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Wait} The system reboots instantly with a blank screen. All data has been lost. #3 Alien: Save failed! Tech blueprint data corrupted! Reconstruction probability: high A fragmented file has frozen systems. The machine is stuck in a loop trying to open it. Its deletion could free up the outpost, but the file would be lost forever. {Attempt file reconstruction} The file manages to reconstruct! ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Delete file} The research system silently resumes its work. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #4 Alien: Virus detection warning! File extracting valuable data! An unknown program has hijacked the terminal. It looks... more alien than expected. The code is enmeshed with vital research drives. I can quarantine it before damage is done. {Quarantine unknown process} The virus is removed. The facility's overseers are relieved. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Allow unknown process} The virus extracts a useful reward. It's shared with me. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- #21 Alien: Unexpected biological blockage detected. Power delivery network disruption! A small creature is scrambling through the wiring below me, woken by the security alert. Its choice of nesting location was unwise... I can't regain control until it has been removed from the system. {Initiate power surge} A smell of roasted meat wafts up from the systems below. The system is back online. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Flush production network} The creature makes its escape, but its nest remains. The facility remains offline. {Leave creature alone} The creature appears at my feet. It squeaks, and gives me units as a token of its thanks. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---MONEY--- #28 Alien: Education Blob fun! Common silicate: Korvax language back-up! Common oxide: non-intelligent Gek! Common isotope: non-intelligent Vy'keen! An enthusiastic gilled blob is on-screen wearing a mask with a central coloured light. It energetically jetpacks around an alien alphabet. The blob makes a demand. Common element trade vaults open. {Insert common isotope} The delighted Education Blob teaches me some of the language of the traders. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- {Insert common silicate} The delighted Education Blob teaches me some of the language of the electronic lifeforms. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Insert common oxide} The delighted Education Blob teaches me some of the language of the warriors. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- #5 Alien: Warning! Interruption forbidden! Sentinel scan ending soon! Control returning to overseer imminently! The outpost's sole focus is a complex planetary scan. Every single facility system has been directed into its completion. Intriguing storage vaults are at my feet, but are locked. {Cancel planetary scan} All scan data is lost. The installation is shut down remotely. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Leave planetary scan running} The planetary scan unexpectedly concludes. Storage vaults open. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #7 Alien: Entity! Geological scan in progress! Medial strata mined. Uncommon isotope required to recall. Danger! Rare isotope overcharges! A geological probe is buried deep below the installation. If I'm quick, I can call it back up to the surface - along with its cargo. Resource vaults are empty. I need an isotope with the right amount of power... {Insert common isotope} A deep, distant noise of thunder is heard. The process does not have enough power to bring the probe to the surface. {Insert uncommon isotope} The noise of underground thunder shakes the facility. A mechanical procedure deposits a reward into my waiting hands. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Insert rare isotope} The probe's return mechanism is overpowered. It collides with the gravitational well. Nothing can be salvaged. #8 Alien: Eheu. Korvax Entity experiment failure. Product becomes common element. Clarify experiment! A valuable product is being scanned. An imminent procedure will see it consumed, and perhaps transformed. I only have seconds to decide whether to allow the experiment to take place. {Take product} The research work is cut short. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Allow experiment to take place} The item is transformed into... a common isotope. The research experiment concludes. ---STD_INC_EXP--- #10 Alien: Researcher! Experiment reject impure silicate sample! Fire hazard probable! Insert pure silicate sample immediately! A rare silicate sample has set fire to a resource vault. I can starve the flames of oxygen, but the experiment is still running despite the fire... {Put out fire} The flames in the resource vault subside. I take what's left of the element. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Add more to sample} The element stokes the flames. The experiment takes place, producing valuable trade goods. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #13 Alien: Eheu, drill motor automated disconnection! Motor fire! Repair immediately Entity! Machinery here is mining an asteroid for oxides. The process has stalled. The facility reeks of burnt metal, and the floor is hot to touch. I can direct automated repairs, but it's unclear where. {Repair drill bit} The asteroid mining drill bit is replaced. It remains non-operational. {Repair drill motor} The asteroid mining drill motor is replaced, and operational. ---SUBST_COMMOD--- ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Repair charge banks} The drill's charge banks are repaired and restored. The asteroid mining process remains offline. #15 Alien: Warning! Silicate overload! Circuit board technology overheat warning! The sound of cascading elements can be heard beneath the floor. Systems are struggling to cope with the overflow. An automated emergency stop is about to be issued. {Detach oxide supply chute} The cascading elements force all systems offline. {Detach silicate supply chute} The noise of cascading elements subsides. Systems return online. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Detach isotope supply chute} The cascading elements force all systems offline. #16 Alien: Alert! Alert! Power core isolated! Central artificial intelligence core endangered! Corrosive toxins detected! The air is compromised. Atmospheric toxins have breached sensitive systems, and brought production to its knees. Even the primary terminal is corroding at my finger-tips... {Seal off power core} The power core is further safeguarded. The vital systems it energises are not. {Seal off primary motherboard} The facility grinds to a halt, despite the protected motherboard. {Seal off central AI} The central AI is now protected. Its governance systems return systems to full running order. ---USEFUL_PROD--- ---RECIPE_LIST--- #18 Alien: Bad data. Sentinel drone activity scan corrupted. System disengaged. Operations are offline. A recent research scan has been corrupted, crashing every system in the outpost. Marking the right file for deletion could restore order... {Delete planetary quadruped scan} The file refuses deletion. The system remains offline {Delete Sentinel scan} The file is removed. The installation's primary processes become available. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Delete geological survey} The file refuses deletion. The system remains offline #19 Alien: Alert! Electronic terminal operator power discharge! Reset primary interface! Wild energy fluctuations have brought research operations to a standstill. While I investigate a residual electric charge earths itself through my exosuit. The security alert is about to pull all power. I need to act. {Stabilise production battery} Operations throughout the installation stabilise. The primary terminal continues to malfunction. {Reset primary terminal} The terminal's power fluctuations cease. It brings order to the outpost's systems. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Open fusion capacitor} Operations throughout the installation stabilise. The primary terminal continues to malfunction.

#30 Alien: QA SYSTEM FULLY ONLINE... ALL COMPONENTS LOGGED... LOG FULLY COMPLIANT... The factory produces components for starships, fabricating them with the resources available on this world. This installation creates parts for Gek trade vessels. They are designed to hold the maximum possible cargo whilst protecting against Sentinel and pirate attacks. The terminal shows a video feed of the factory's depths. A group of Gek appear to be removing key components from each ship. {Alert Gek Trade Federation} I alert the Gek Trade Federation to potential criminal activity, broadcasting this feed to their central computers. A representative rewards me for my trouble. ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Demand bribe from Gek} I demand a bribe from the Gek in exchange for concealing their criminal activities. Reluctantly, they agree. ---C_GEKRELIC--- {Ask what they are doing} I ask what the Gek are doing down there. They turn immediately to the source of the audio, firing at it and disabling my video feed. By the time the system repairs itself, they are gone. #31 Alien: The glass - it - we were wrong... we were - As I approach the terminal, it is clear that something terrible has happened in this place. The facility produces items known as 'Gek Charms', supposedly granting luck to their bearers. The video feed shows strands of Nanite Clusters overrunning the facility's depth. Bulbous green masses extending from a great deal of the machinery, teeth sprouting from within. A voice cries out in an unknown tongue. {Take Nanite Clusters} I take the Nanite Clusters, and the mass immediately collapses. It wishes to go with me, I am sure of it... ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Report Production Failure} I report a production failure. Gek authorities tell me to remain here and await quarantine. But I think I should leave. I take some Nanites with me as I go. They want to escape... ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Take Gek Charms} I take some Gek Charms. I feel luckier already. The probability of the entire universe is turned in favour of my survival. ---C_GEKRELIC--- #32 Alien: ... 010385: 112% ... 300484: 89% ... 070816: 165% ... The terminal displays the logs of numerous financial transactions and trade deals conducted from this facility over the last few months. Readouts show layouts of multiple Vy'keen and Korvax factories. The Gek overseers of this installation were attempting to discover how these other species conceal their buildings from Sentinel attacks. No-one remains. The last life sign here was terminated three days ago. {Report to Gek} I report the situation to the Gek. The Trade Federation thanks me for the report, dispatching multiple ships to ensure the facility's destruction. ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Report to Vy'keen} I report the situation to the Vy'keen. Their High Command is outraged at the attempted theft of their technology, promising to commit acts of retribution against the Gek. ---STD_DEC_TRA--- {Report to Korvax} I report the situation to the Korvax. Their Convergence is troubled by the deaths of so many Gek, claiming that they will mourn them. They have nothing else to say. #33 Alien: ALERT TIME DISPLACEMENT ALERT The installation crackles with blue sparks, electricity arcing from panel to panel across the machines. The terminal shows the time and date appearing to flip back and forth, advancing into the future and retreating into the past. Sensors indicate something called a white hole has been activated within the factory's heart. The terminal presents numerous options. {Alert FutureGek} Nothing happens for a few moments... or perhaps it is hours. Perhaps an entire year passes. The temporal event ceases, and I am left with a gift, rewarded by these 'FutureGek' for my assistance. ---TECH_ALL--- {Activate Chronal Trigger} Nothing happens for a few moments... or perhaps it is hours. Perhaps an entire year passes. The temporal event ceases, and I am left with blueprints for new technology, apparently created by a future version of my own self. I do not know what this Chronal Trigger has brought into being. ---TECH_ALL--- {Obey} Nothing happens for a few moments... or perhaps it is hours. Perhaps an entire year passes. The temporal event ceases, and I am left with a gift, rewarded by the crimson light of an unseen being. ---TECH_ALL--- #34 Alien: The Senate has fallen. Already the purge begins... truth is denied. The Gek protocol ends... The factory appears to produce literature. Not machines, not files, but paper, covered in a handwritten font full of exclamatory punctuation. {Shut down production} I shut down production. The printing press ceases operation, perhaps for the final time. How many others exist like this, I wonder? Amidst the detritus of the factory, I find some discarded technology. Perhaps it will be of use. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Report to Gek authorities} I report the factory's existence to the Gek authorities. They claim that the installation has nothing to do with me, paying me dearly for my silence. ---MONEY--- ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- {Steal technology} I attempt to steal technology, but the factory's automated defense systems blast a bolt of energy at my suit instead. Whatever is here, it is not worth the trouble. ---DAMAGESMALL--- #35 Alien: SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL... SELECTED DESIRED PRODUCT... The factory produces everyday implements for the Gek. Eating utensils for their meals, spray to keep their skin from drying out in alien atmospheres, pheromone bottles, and so forth. The facility is abandoned, but there is no obvious reason for an alarm to be going off. Everything seems fine. {Search for technology} I search for technology within the factory's computers and find a large number of nanite clusters. As I go, I hear it, a voice in the darkness. I investigate, but there is nothing there... ---TECHFRAG_L--- {Report to Gek authorities} I report the abandoned factory to the Gek authorities, but they seem puzzled: there is no such installation listed as being present on that world. As I go, I hear it, a voice in the darkness. I investigate, but there is nothing there... {Shut down production} I shut down production, managing to harvest from extra Nanite Clusters as I do. As I go, I hear it, a voice in the darkness. I investigate, but there is nothing there... ---TECHFRAG_M--- #18 Alien: // TRADE // ORBITAL // DOCKING // The security alert is scrambling the screen. It's a chaotic jumble of words. There's just enough visible text to point me towards the right workflow, and potentially to bring the installation back online. {Planetary trade platform} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Space Station} The previous user's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Gek} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. #17 Alien: Education Blob fun! Common oxide: Gek language revision! Common silicate: Korvax! Common isotope: Vy'keen menace language! An enthusiastic gilled blob is on-screen. It talks in the language of the traders and bounces up and down letters in alien alphabets. The bizarre computer program asks for something. Trade vaults open. {Insert common isotope} The delighted Education Blob teaches me some of the language of the traders. ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- {Insert common silicate} The delighted Education Blob teaches me some of the language of the electronic lifeforms. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Insert common oxide} The delighted Education Blob teaches me some of the language of the warriors. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- #19 Alien: // FLIGHT // INTERSTELLAR // STARSHIP // The alarm has covered the terminal in unreadable static, I can only make out a few bits of text. There's hopefully enough to make sense of what the last user was working on, which could restore systems... {Jetpack} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Hyperdrive} The previous user's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Launch thrusters} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. #26 Alien: SYSTEM REPORT. Power gel creation engaged. Common isotope: high. Uncommon isotope: low. Rare isotope: high. Machinery is still active. A timer ticks slowly down to the facility's next roll-out of products. My scanner has detected the elements used here. I could speed up the process... {Replenish common isotope} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Replenish uncommon isotope} I retrieve a formula from the operational facility. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Replenish rare isotope} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. #27 Alien: PRODUCTION REPORT. Shielding shard replication engaged. Isotope and Silicate levels acceptable. Oxide levels falling. Alert administrator. Despite the security alert machines are operational. My scanner flashes briefly with the element varieties used to fuel them. I can speed up processes, and maybe sustain them too. {Replenish oxide} I retrieve a formula from the operational facility. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Replenish isotope} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Replenish silicate} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. #20 Alien: // WEAPON // BEAM // MINING // The security breach has dimmed the terminal, but when I concentrate I can make out a few words in the blackness. When translated they could lead me to the last user's workflow, which would automatically bring the facility back online... {Laser} The previous user's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Boltcaster} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Land disruption grenade} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. #21 Alien: // INVISIBLE // BARRIER // DEFENSIVE // The security breach has scrambled the screen, but some text is still legible. The words can be traced back to the previous user's workflow, which is how I can get it back online. {Scanner} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. {Hazard Protection} The previous user's workflow is restored. The system comes back online. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Exosuit} I fail to access the previous user's workflow. The installation remains offline. #28 Alien: ALLOY MANUFACTURE ACTIVE. Temperature: acceptable. Pressure: acceptable. Catalyst: levels falling. Industrial manufacture of a complex product is underway. The next expected retrieval I could make isn't imminent, but I can speed up systems. A screen detailing production conditions is open. {Increase temperature} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Increase pressure} Facility production speeds are unchanged. The trade vault remains empty. {Increase catalyst supply} The facility production rate is increased. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_TRA---

VY'KEEN HARVESTER PUZZLES PuzzleType: WAR_HARV_ #1 Alien: Grah! Old honourable warrior retires! Death! Death! Warrior remuneration! I open a list of military achievements that's waiting for upload. There are images of distant battles, bloodied robots and vast explosions. A covering note clearly expects something in return, but the author chose not to send it. {Send war record} Celebratory barks and howls spill from audio speakers. I take the warrior's reward. ---WEAPON--- {Edit war record} I amend the war record with colourful nonsense and send it. The terminal flashes as it records my image. ---STD_DEC_WAR--- #2 Alien: Grah! Vy'keen High Command demands your Sentinel kill count! Military insignia and images of recently destroyed Sentinels fill the screen. Alien propaganda imagery takes glory in the destruction. I can respond with a numerical value, and nothing else. {Input a huge number} A strange, strangled military fanfare starts playing. Someone impressed by my claims sends through a reward. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Input a small number} A small reward payment is sent through the facility's systems. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- ---USEFUL_PROD--- {Input a zero} An angry warrior's face screams at me from the screen. A security laser appears from the ceiling and takes its best shot. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- #5 Alien: Grah! Gek war approaches! Vy'keen High Command request weapon reserve inventory! High Command send missing equipment! A huge list of equipment is waiting to be sent off-world. It's a stock list of some sort: everything has been confirmed and ticked off. {Send stock list} I receive units and thanks. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Uncheck one item and send} Warrior High Command sends me a multi-tool technology blueprint. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Uncheck many items and send} Warrior High Command is displeased. An angry General bellows at me and electrifies the facility. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_DEC_WAR--- #11 Alien: Vy'keen covert ops ended. Deleting covert ops language data. Databank alpha: Vy'keen internal security. Databank beta: pathetic Gek. Databank gamma: weak-minded Korvax. This is a military terminal, in a facility that seems recently vacated. Three huge databanks have been partially deleted, and will require heightened processing power to restore them. A rare silicate would likely do the trick. Databank alpha bares the emblems of the warrior race, but beta and gamma are otherwise unmarked. {Restore databank alpha} The revived databank provides more information on the language of the warrior species. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- {Restore databank beta} The revived databank provides information on the language of a distant trader species. ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- {Restore databank gamma} The revived databank provides information on the language of a distant electronic species. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- #6 Alien: Grah! Today child experiences Vy'keen war ceremony! Tradition demands gift! Aggression left, defence right! Enemy blood! Death! Death! I find an off-world message intended for a creature posted in this station. It's oddly sentimental. Images of an infant warrior can be seen, then a picture of the same creature as a bloodied adolescent – proudly biting into the throat of a hoofed beast. In the final image a young warrior salutes its family as it leaves a distant world. There are two locked storage vaults at my feet. The message is programmed to release only one... {Choose the storage vault on the left} A contented snarling sound plays. The vault contains an exosuit technology blueprint. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Choose the storage vault on the right} A contented snarling sound plays. The vault contains a multi-tool technology blueprint. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #8 Alien: Grah! Foolish, pathetic, ignorant Gek Trade Federation believe peace treaty! Warrior give trade to pacify! Death soon! An off-world message has been sent here from a species of beaked traders. It looks like a signed contract, or maybe some sort of treaty. In response several offerings of valuable trade goods have been left in a vault by local warriors for exportation. Warrior High Command has sent a subsequent message to explain... {Give trade goods} The Trader species thanks me from afar. I am sent units to pacify me further. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Take trade goods} I remove the offerings. Diplomatic relations between two species are destabilised. ---C_GEKRELIC--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #10 Alien: Grah! Gek homeworld covert ops mission initiated! Surprise war! Death! Death! High command send equipment! Request! Request! This appears to be a staging post for an imminent military operation. On-screen plans show a trading ship that carries a very particular sort of cargo, that's perhaps intended to persuade a distant planetary authority to allow the craft through their checkpoints. Covertly, however, the craft has been heavily modified – and also carries a phalanx of warriors carrying enhanced multi-tool technology. I can request further details on several aspects of the plan before I am detected, and shut out of the system. {Investigate details of the cargo} I receive the product blueprint of the cargo being used in the covert ops mission. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Investigate details of the trade ship} I receive a technology blueprint used by the covert ops ship. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Investigate details of the multi-tool} I receive a technology blueprint used in the multi-tools of the covert ops mission. ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #13 Alien: MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY... URGENT ASSISTANCE REQUESTED... I receive an incoming distress call from a distant space station, demanding aid from any nearby Vy'keen vessels. Their spaceport appears to have been damaged in a struggle with pirate raiders, no craft remaining in which its inhabitants might leave. Video feeds show that the station commander has been putting soldiers to death for even the smallest infraction, afraid of a potential mutiny in the face of starvation. {Share video with Vy'keen} I share the video with the Vy'keen High Command. They are outraged at the commander's behaviour, believing him to be dishonourable and cowardly. I am rewarded for my assistance in this matter. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Contact nearby Gek} I contact nearby Gek, letting them know of the Vy'keen situation. They dispatch vessels immediately, saying they will of course rescue Vy'keen friends. Some of the vessels are warships. I am rewarded for my help. ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Demand ransom} I demand a ransom for the lives of those on board the station, and of all those who answer, it is the Korvax that are most willing to pay. They claim that one of their own is present on the station. They pay me well for the information. ---TECHFRAG_M--- #14 Alien: ALERT ALERT ALERT... TERMINAL UNMONITORED... RESET ALARM? The outpost is abandoned, its alarms still blaring a warning to souls long-dead. There was a coup in this place. Battle-brother raised arms against battle-brother, seemingly in a dispute about some ruins found on this world. The last survivor died before they could delete the data. {Download data} I download the data, reading an alternative account of Hirk, the Vy'keen's ancestor-hero. It paints them as paranoid, vindictive, and spiteful. It is for this that their believers died. Along with this information, I gain much useful technology before I depart. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---TECH_ALL--- {Steal technology} I attempt to steal whatever technology I can from the facility's computers, but in the process, I appear to draw the attention of Vy'keen authorities. My suit is damaged by the facility's defensive protocols. I must go. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Report to Vy'keen} I report the events that occurred in this facility to Vy'keen High Command. The warrior's tone changes as I pass on the secret data for which these aliens died. They tell me to delete the local copy, and I do so for a handsome reward. They tell me to forget I ever saw this place. They will take it from here. ---MONEY--- #15 Alien: USER DATA REQUESTED... SIGN IN TO ACCESS LOG... The facility acted as a local base for raiding parties against the system's Sentinels. Each night the Vy'keen would go out under the cover of darkness, baiting drones and walkers in a variety of locations. Theirs is a war without end or purpose, executed with grim finality. The last war party never returned, leaving behind only mission logs and weapons. {Alert Vy'keen} I alert the Vy'keen to the death of their warriors. They thank me for what I have done, rewarding me for my honour. ---STD_INC_WAR--- {Steal technology} I steal nanites from the system, leaving the rest of the facility in peace. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Scan for Sentinels} I scan for Sentinels but find nothing. Whatever was here has gone. #16 Alien: Worship Atlas - seek destruction of warband! Grah! An incoming message warns all recipients that heresy will not be tolerated. It demands that those who suspect their brethren of cowardice, sympathy with the enemy, pacifism, faith in the traitor Nal, or any other un-Vy'keen belief to contact High Command immediately. The system shows that one warrior in this base attempted to upload such a report, only to be murdered by their comrades. The killers left the base soon after. {Report heresy} I report heresy to the Vy'keen, uploading the warrior's final report. I am thanked and rewarded for my assistance. ---TECH_ALL--- {Delete records} I delete the records from the system. The heretics are free, the report of their 'crimes' turning into nanites as it is purged. ---TECHFRAG_L--- {Leave} #17 Alien: SYSTEM OFFLINE // SAMPLES SECURE // NETWORK OFFLINE The facility appears to have been in the process of researching chemical and biological weapons before a containment failure killed all those who worked here. From the system's logs, it is clear that this operation was not sanctioned by Vy'keen High Command. Though their superiors viewed this work as dishonourable and weak, the lifeforms here clearly felt differently. What if it could turn the tide of battle? If it could end war? Someone would see the benefit of this weaponised pestilence. There might even be some who would pay for it. {Destroy samples} I destroy the facility's samples, causing a small containment failure in the process. My exosuit is damaged. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Sell to Gek} I attempt to sell the samples to the Gek, who reward me with units for my discovery. ---MONEY--- {Sell to Korvax} I attempt to sell the samples to the Korvax, who appear disinterested in the potential military applications. However, they are intrigued by the composition of the toxin, and trade me some nanites. ---TECHFRAG_M--- #18 Alien: Traveller anomaly approaches Syntheti'Keen. Uploading final data logs... The facility's logs show the arrival of a new Vy'keen recruit two weeks ago. There are no records of anyone arriving or leaving since. Yet even so, no-one is here. A single transmission appears to have been sent from the lower level of the facility, encrypted with Korvax safeguards. {Locate origin point} I use the scanners to locate the origin point of the transmission, displaying it on the terminal's screen. It shows what appears to be a robotic Vy'keen, their limbs damaged, sparks flying from what appears to be exposed circuitry. They are surrounded by dead warriors. Units arrive at the terminal to pay for my silence. ---MONEY--- {Alert Vy'keen} I alert the Vy'keen. They dispatch war freighters to examine the situation, suspecting Korvax involvement in this matter. I am rewarded for my assistance. ---STD_INC_EXP--- ---C_VYKEENEFFIGY--- {Alert Korvax} I alert the Korvax. They deny any knowledge of this facility or the signal, though is is undermined by their attempts to harm me through the the facility's defense systems. I leave before more damage can be done. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- #19 Alien: TERMINAL POWER LOW - RECONNECT POWER SOURCE SOON This facility acted as a training outpost for young Vy'keen from across the sector. They would train and battle here in order to earn their citizenship. The logs show the petty rivalries, the love affairs, the nobility, and the passion of those who trained here, all recorded by a proud and aging commander. One day, the logs end: the Vy'keen no longer had a use for this place. Nanites have replaced training, passing memories from individual to individual without the need for physical repetition. {Extract Nanite Clusters} I extract Nanite Clusters from the system and leave, emboldened and ready for glorious battle! ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Search training logs} I search the system's training logs, finding a great deal of expertise and technology that might be useful for my own travels. I extract the relevant nanites. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Sell data to the Gek} I sell the data to the Gek, who reward me for the training patterns of their old enemy. ---MONEY--- #20 Alien: ANOMALY BUFFER ACTIVE... DATA STATUS: PRISTINE... The outpost is ancient, even by the standards of the Vy'keen. Its environment is calibrated to preserve the data within. One log speaks of the first Vy'keen contact with a Traveller. The figure remained with the warrior race for a long time, learning from them, exploring from them, even falling in love. The Vy'keen died, but the Traveller did not. The log shows how instrumental this figure was in the development of the early Vy'keen race, contributing much to their early technology. These records were lost in the intervening years, forgotten until I found this account. {Share with Vy'keen} I share my discovery with the Vy'keen. They immediately place the data under quarantine, and threaten to find me across the stars. I leave quickly. {Take technology} I extract some of these blueprints from the system, taking valuable technology for my travels. ---P_HYPERFUEL1--- ---TECH_ALL--- {Search for Traveller records} I search for further records of this Traveller. As I do, I begin to feel as if I am being watched. Nanite Clusters emerge from the terminal as all systems shut down, their data forever lost. ---TECHFRAG_M---

KORVAX HARVESTER PUZZLES PuzzleType: EXP_HARV_ #12 Alien: Dialect data process stalled. Silicate required to finish process. A back-up procedure has come to a standstill. The system is archiving a huge amount of language data, but the system has run out of memory to allocate. I can attach my multi-tool to provide extra space, it would require some variety of silicate to re-engage the process... {Insert common silicate} The process restarts and provides me with knowledge of the language of the electronic lifeforms. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Insert uncommon silicate} The process continues and improves my knowledge of the language of the electronic lifeforms. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- {Insert rare silicate} The process completes and extends my knowledge of the language of the electronic lifeforms. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- #13 Alien: Atlas Interface signal awakes? Research entity! Insert oxides constantly! Avoid disruption! The facility is processing a signal that emanates from a distant location deep in space. Endless processing units are combining to crack the code of a strange mathematical language. Rare elements are being pulled from the resource vaults at my feet, but some are running low. {Place rare silicates in vault} The silicates are added to the process. They make no clear impact. {Place rare oxides in vault} The oxides fuel the code cracking procedure. A faint orb glows red on the screen, then slowly fades. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Take elements from vault} I retrieve rare elements... ... but the code-breaking process grinds to a halt. ---SUBST_FUEL--- ---SUBST_TECH--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- #2 Alien: Ahem. Planetary Sentinel scan data? UPLOAD SENTINEL SCAN DATA, ENTITY! IMMEDIATELY! I find a report filled with images of Sentinels, but its upload seems to have stalled. A demanding, perhaps rude, off-world message flashes at me. Somebody, somewhere, wants something. {Resend Sentinel data} The information packet is uploaded, and payment appears instantaneously. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Reply with a refusal} Bright red mask lights appear and scream in angry binary. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- #1 Alien: Unknown lifeform research is HIGHLY commendable Entity! Discuss data with Korvax Convergence immediately! I discover an excited message from off-world. It seems to be discussing a report with... an image of me at its centre! Someone seems intrigued by my journey, and may well want to help. Should I get in touch? {Delete report} The report is wiped from the system. An off-world message appears briefly. It seems disappointed. ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Open comms} I briefly see mask lights staring out at me before the comms feed is cut. The terminal rewards me with valuable knowledge. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #8 Alien: Korvax Convergence product catalogue available. Insert element to filter product catalogue. This outpost seems to be a vast library of production knowledge. A vast list of product formulas endlessly scrolls on the terminal, moving so fast that it hurts just to look at them. They appear to be catalogued by their base elements, but any deeper inspection makes me feel nauseous. The resource vaults next to me are open, and are clearly in regular use. {Insert Silicate element} The terminal uses the element to isolate a silicate reward. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Insert Oxide element} The terminal uses the element to isolate an oxide reward. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Insert Isotope element} The terminal uses the element to isolate an isotope reward. ---RECIPE_LIST--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #10 Alien: Avoid data disruption! Korvax Convergence sends reward for additional data! Reams of data are flowing into this terminal from research outposts all over the planet. As well as a storage depot for the planetary products locked away in the vaults beneath my feet, this is a point of transmission. Knowledge accumulated on this world is being sent up to a scientific flagship hanging in orbit high above my head. I could easily breach the flow to improve my own knowledge, but sharing my own knowledge and discoveries is also an option. {Breach data flow} I gain a new technology blueprint. However, my breach corrupts the overall transfer... ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_DEC_EXP--- {Share knowledge} The scientists study my offering... ... and thank me with a gift to aid me on my journey. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #4 Alien: Korvax friend! Dangerous creatures attack Korvax Entity! For weaponry sales contact Gek Trade Federation today! A mass-mailed off-world message shows damaged electronic lifeforms. Arms are ripped off, masks chewed and facial lights dimmed. It feels offensive. It's clearly intended to shock recipients into a response. Replies can be sent with units attached... {Reply with units} I paid for a new multi-tool to protect me. ---WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Reply with outrage} I receive no reply. But someone else appreciates me... ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Do not reply} I leave the distasteful message unanswered. #6 Alien: Atlas Interface awakes? Upload research findings immediately entity! Korvax Convergence sends relevant research technology! An image of a distant solar system is being studied here. A mineral-rich moon can be seen, orbiting a desolate and toxic-looking planet. Slightly obscured in the background, meanwhile, is a strange dark-coloured smudge – a diamond shape floating in space. A hint of red flashes from its centre. There are no coordinates visible, but I can enhance different parts of the image to study them and automatically upload the terminal's findings. {Enhance moon image} My research uploads. I receive a multi-tool technology blueprint to aid my studies ---TECH_WEAPON--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Enhance planet image} My research uploads. I receive an exosuit technology blueprint to aid my studies. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Enhance diamond-shaped structure image} My research uploads. I receive a ship technology blueprint to aid my studies. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #7 Alien: Research entity! Atlas Interface mission begins! Donate contribution! Specialists apply here! Convergence sends specialists ship technology! An off-world message to all planetary research stations has filled the screen with plans for a scientific expedition of some sort. Complex star charts, fuel requirements, complex communication rigs and plans for orbital experiments fill the screen. The outpost's resource vault is open to contributions of silicates for the cause, while it also appears that the resident scientist could join the fleet... although it would require an upgraded ship. {Contribute a silicate} My contribution is accepted. Useful knowledge is made available, with thanks. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- {Join team} The scientist's application is accepted. A ship technology blueprint is made available. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #14 Alien: WARNING WARNING WARNING DIVERGENCE DIVERGENCE DIVERGENCE The outpost is abandoned, its alarms blaring a warning to souls long dead. The Korvax in this installation quarantined themselves from the rest of their species, believing that a violent impulse was emerging within the group. Something happened to them out here... something awoke within their minds... {Examine logs} I examine the logs of the Korvax stationed here. They appear to have opened a gateway beneath the depths of the planet, an experimental device designed to see alternative versions of a planet in all their glory. They broke through to a thousand other Korvax units just like themselves. They attempted to form a Second Convergence composed entirely of multiversal beings, of alternate versions of their own personalities. The first deletions began a week later. Nothing is left but nanite clusters. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Purge facility} I purge the facility, discovering blueprints for experimental technology in the process. Whatever happened here should not be repeated. ---TECH_ALL--- {Alert Korvax} I alert the Korvax to the disaster that occurred in this outpost, uploading its records to the Convergence. They reward me, claiming that the discoveries made in this location will open up worlds of study and science long since deemed impossible. ---STD_INC_EXP--- #15 Alien: SCANNERS ONLINE... AWAITING TARGETING ARRAY... The research station contains a vast array of scanners and monitoring equipment directed at bodies of water throughout the system. It is searching for signs of something designated 'abyss'. The scientists who worked here seem to have been comparing the transmissions associated with the Atlas to strange signals found within the water. Before they went missing, the workers concluded that this 'abyss' seemed to hold a similar yet distinct energy signature to the Atlas itself. Another power in the universe... {Examine the abyss} I examine the records relating to the abyss. They show a repeating pattern of sixteen energy bursts, music that emerges from beneath the waves. Contact appears to alter individual personality and objectives, changing even the most devoted Korvax into an agent of some unfathomable power. Infected Nanite Clusters appear to be present within the archives. I take some of them. It seems to be for the best... ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Examine the Atlas} I examine the records relating to the Atlas. They show interfaces, reports of crimson light, and records of visitations and transcendent experiences from across the universe. The Korvax theorise that the Atlas does not itself exist on this plane of reality, speaking to us only through surrogate representations. Infected Nanite Clusters appear to be present within the archives. I take some of them. It seems to be for the best... ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Alert Korvax} I alert the Korvax to what happened here, but the Convergence claims to have had no knowledge of this facility or those working here. The Korvax involved disconnected from the Convergence two years ago, presumed dead... I am rewarded for my data. The Korvax promise to investigate further. ---STD_INC_EXP--- #16 Alien: RECORDS AVAILABLE... ACCESS UNENCRYPTED LOGS? The facility seems to have been a meeting place for multiple Korvax factions, uploading and downloading from multiple bodies during tense diplomatic and war-time situations. Even if one's whole species can unify at will with a single great mind, still, there is unique value in face-to-face communication. These Korvax recorded many things they wished to keep secret from their brethren. Some are always more equal than others. {Access records} I access the records of these meetings. The hidden society of the Korvax appear to have a plan, meeting throughout the years to manipulate and secretly meet with members of other species to influence the course of history. I find nanites, but I also find something more. They met recently about the Travellers... about the Atlas... I saw my own face in their records. I leave, wondering about what I have seen. ---TECHFRAG_L--- {Report to Korvax Convergence} I report the facility's existence to the Korvax Convergence. Halfway through my communication, the console's connection cuts out, causing the facility's defense system to activates. I flee, my suit damaged. ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Report to other species} I report the facility's existence to the Gek and the Vy'keen. Halfway through my communication, the console's connection cuts out, causing the facility's defense system to activates. I flee, my suit damaged. ---DAMAGESMALL--- #17 Alien: UNIVERSAL ARCHIVE ON STANDBY... RESUME PROJECT? The outpost is ancient, even by the standards of the Korvax. The log speaks of alternate realities, histories of the Korvax that take radically divergent paths. In some regions of the multiverse, their progenitors never shed their biological origins. In others, they remain in the slavery of the Gek, never rising up or convincing their false masters of the glory of the Atlas. Many of these realities have faded, gone as if they had never been. {Upload to the Korvax} I upload the data to the Korvax. They absorb the memories of these alternate Korvax echoes to their own Convergence, carrying yet more sorrow. That is all there seems to be for them, whatever the galaxy... They thank me, granting me Nanite Clusters through the terminal. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Search for yourself} I search for some record of myself in these alternate realities, but see nothing but parallels in the lives of others. I stand alone. I salvage Nanite Clusters from the terminal and leave, disturbed by my absence. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Steal technology} I search for technology within the facility's computers. I find none, though there are unencrypted units. ---MONEY--- #18 Alien: ... /// ... /// ... BOUNDARIES AT FULL POWER ... /// ... /// ... The facility allowed for the quarantine and processing of Korvax minds to and from their central Convergence. The log shows records of troubled Korvax minds, those disturbed by their actions; those haunted by sorrow; those who might threaten the minds they encountered. They arrive here, away from the Convergence, seeking to overcome pain or purge themselves. A single Korvax soul remains. According to the log, it has inhabited this system for thirty years. {Upload to Convergence} I upload the soul to the Convergence. It cries out as it goes, condemning me for my action. I am left with nothing. {Wipe system} I wipe the system. The Korvax disappears and I am left with Nanite Clusters, the unformed matter of the system. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Comfort the Korvax} I attempt to comfort the Korvax, sharing with them the story of my travels. They thank me for the attempt, but they claim it is not enough. The one they loved is dead. There is nothing left for them but this solace, this penance for what they have done. They give me a token of gratitude and ask me to leave them alone. They wish to remain in solitude. ---C_KORVAXCASING--- #19 Alien: 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 16 The facility acted as a central upload point for Korvax scans from a thousand worlds, collating their data in an attempt to understand the underlying mechanics of the universe. The problem was existence. The solution was a single number, a warning screamed by every atom in the firmament. 'Sixteen'... Sixteen... {Steal technology} I steal data from the system, leaving the rest of the facility in peace. {Analyse data} I analyse the data, attempting to understand the meaning of this conclusion. Something notices me. Something reads me as I read it. I leave, terrified, my exosuit's systems damaged by the encounter. ---DAMAGELARGE--- {Contribute scans} I contribute scans from my own systems, trying to enhance the Korvax model. The Convergence notices and rewards me greatly for my assistance. ---STD_INC_EXP--- ---TECH_ALL--- #20 Alien: ... INCOMING MESSAGE... HIGH PRIORITY SIGNAL... An incoming message contains the report of a Korvax spy. The individual was disguised within a Gek body, acting for many years as if they were a simple ToilGek. They harvested much data from those they called friends. This was the purpose of the experiment: the enemy must be understood. The enemy must never be forgiven, even until the end of time itself. Even in the face of damnation. The Korvax will never forget the violence committed against them. They will never release their anger... {Upload report to Gek} I upload the report to the Gek and am rewarded with credits for uncovering the spy in their midst. They tell me that after a period of data extraction, the Korvax unit will be disposed of and stored for further study. My involvement ends here. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Upload report to Korvax} I upload the report to the Korvax. The entities are suspicious of my aid, paying me with Nanite Clusters to ensure my silence. Their struggle will go on. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Leave}

VY'KEEN PLAQUES PuzzleType: WARRIOR_PLAQUE_ #1 Alien: The imprint of an ancient civilization was once absorbed by this strange marker. The story of the Vy'keen somehow spills out, in the language of my own people. The noble Travellers will be spared. Their journey through the cosmos shall not be thwarted. So it is decreed. The will of Hirk commands it. The Vy'keen shall honour the judgment and the belief of the Ancients. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #2 Alien: The memories of a long deceased tribe of Vy'keen warriors flows from the stone marker, forming into a ghostly essence that fills me with wisdom. The Book of Hirk speaks of the rise of the Travellers. They shall ascend, delving into the boundless void. The Vy'keen shall not impede their ascent for the Travellers must prevail. So decrees the word of Hirk. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #3 Alien: Ancient knowledge passed down through generations of Vy'keen warriors spills from the marker stone, filtering into my mind like a long forgotten memory. None hamper the path towards Dryn'dargh as The Sentinels. They must be destroyed. Their time will be ended. So has it been written, so it shall come to be. This the Vy'keen swear. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #4 Alien: Runes take shape upon the stone. Burning with light they sing to me of the Vy'keen Ancients in the language of my people. The Sentinels are not of the natural order. Things must fall apart. In their endlessness and replication the automatons prove themselves abominations. They must be purged from existence. All should die, whether through righteous battle or the assault of time. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #5 Alien: Strange writings form upon the stone, revealing secrets from the time of the Vy'keen Ancients. How I understand them, I do not know. Hirk foresaw the weakness of the Vy'keen warrior kind. The star ascent of our noble race was blocked by the weak-minded Sentinels. Nine times nine fold, Hirk commanded, we would have our vengeance and dash the metal demons against the rocks of damnation. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #6 Alien: The whispers of the Vy'keen Ancients fill the air. Suddenly words etch themselves upon the marker, and then deep into my mind. It came to pass that the Great Monolith awoke. It heard the challenge of Hirk. Five times Hirk called upon it and was met by silence. On the sixth cry it awoke. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #7 Alien: The imprint of an ancient civilization was once absorbed by this strange marker. The story of the Vy'keen somehow spills out, in the language of my own people. The Great Monolith spoke to Hirk of the Travellers. Their coming should not be met with fire. Their coming was but one dream in an infinite Universe. Their reach would be that of the endless. When Hirk asked of the Sentinels, the Great Monolith said nothing. Hirk was troubled by its silence. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #8 Alien: The memories of a long deceased tribe of Vy'keen warriors flows from the stone marker, forming into a ghostly essence that fills me with wisdom. Hirk returned to the Vy'keen. 'Grah!' they spake atop the sacred mountain of Dun's'kaareen. And proclaiming loudly to all who had gathered there, their leader said unto them, 'The Great Monolith has answered me. It has awoken.' 'It has told of the coming of the Travellers. They will be spared. The Vy'keen shall honour this decree.' {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #9 Alien: Ancient knowledge passed down through generations of Vy'keen warriors spills from the marker stone, filtering into my mind like a long forgotten memory. The crowd cried for Hirk to reveal the Great Monolith's judgement of the Sentinel threat. “The Monolith stood silent!” Hirk spake forth, but the people were not satisfied. They muttered amongst themselves and those blessed with tendrils did extend them. Then with raised voice Hirk decreed, “The oppressors will be eradicated! Gather your arms for the time of reckoning is upon the enemy.” And the Vy'keen adored their leader. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #10 Alien: Runes take shape upon the stone. Burning with light they sing to me of the Vy'keen Ancients in the language of my people. As Hirk stood upon the sacred mountain Nal climbed to its peak and there with fist outstretched challenged Hirk. 'Fool!' Nal cried. 'The Sentinels cannot be vanquished!' Hirk, with furious rage struck the fool from the mountain. For three moons and suns Nal fell before being claimed by doom. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #11 Alien: Strange writings form upon the stone, revealing secrets from the time of the Vy'keen Ancients. How I understand them, I do not know. Hirk's rage against the upstart Nal inflamed the hearts of Nal's followers who upon their leader's demise felt the blood of the ancestors rise within them. The Vy'keen nations were bathed in righteous war for sixty-six moons. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #12 Alien: The whispers of the Vy'keen Ancients fill the air. Suddenly words etch themselves upon the marker, and then deep into my mind. On the sixty-sixth moon the war cry of the Vy'keen of Nal was silenced. After surveying their bodies, Hirk gazed unto the heavens and there beheld a great Sentinel host descending upon the Vy'keen. The great Vy'keen Sentinel War was at hand. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #13 Alien: The imprint of an ancient civilization was once absorbed by this strange marker. The story of the Vy'keen somehow spills out, in the language of my own people. For a multitude of cycles the yoke of the Sentinels had strangled the civilizations of the galaxy in their mewling cribs. Hirk was displeased with the world of the Vy'keen. As the automatons descended, Hirk gazed upon a planet ravaged by weakness. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #14 Alien: The memories of a long deceased tribe of Vy'keen warriors flows from the stone marker, forming into a ghostly essence that fills me with wisdom. Progress, prosperity and war: these are the things forbidden by automatons. But the Vy'keen were the first to break the shackles, casting the old ways into the pit to herald the birth of a new age. The Vy'keen were the dam that overflowed. Righteous is the flood. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #15 Alien: Ancient knowledge passed down through generations of Vy'keen warriors spills from the marker stone, filtering into my mind like a long forgotten memory. Grah! The Sentinels are the enemy of progress and civilization. They are not of the natural order. Their interference is an affront to the virtuous Vy'keen crusade, which seeks to balance in all things through blood, ashes and iron. This affront to the Vy'keen and their creed cannot go unpunished. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #16 Alien: Runes take shape upon the stone. Burning with light they sing to me of the Vy'keen Ancients in the language of my people. Before the coming of Hirk the Vy'keen feared the Sentinels. Like all races our people cowered from their unquestioning violence, shrank from their tyrannical rule. But the coming of Hirk heralded a new dawn. Through their leader, the Vy'keen became strong. Now their courage knows no bounds. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #17 Alien: Strange writings form upon the stone, revealing secrets from the time of the Vy'keen Ancients. How I understand them, I do not know. Hirk looked to the skies and witnessed the pitiless destruction of the Sentinels that smothered all races brought forth out unto the Outer Edge. Worlds withered and died beneath their relentless gaze. The anger of Hirk was unleashed. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #18 Alien: The whispers of the Vy'keen Ancients fill the air. Suddenly words etch themselves upon the marker, and then deep into my mind. And so it came to pass that on the eve of the eighteenth moon of Drun'Gala Hirk cast the shackles of the Sentinel oppressors into the pit. The Vy'keen were the glorious first, the rising water that broke the dam. The endless war began. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #19 Alien: The imprint of an ancient civilization was once absorbed by this strange marker. The story of the Vy'keen somehow spills out, in the language of my own people. The death of Hirk came during the endless war. Hirk's body was ravaged by old age, becoming ancient and useless. Bellowing, Hirk tore this failing body in two before the Great Monolith, as is the Vy'keen way. The echo of that dying roar can still be heard throughout the Outer Edge. Hirk lives in us, the most venerated of the ancients. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #20 Alien: The memories of a long deceased tribe of Vy'keen warriors flows from the stone marker, forming into a ghostly essence that fills me with wisdom. Countless cycles sifted through the claws of time. Attrition was great. The battle against the Sentinels raged endlessly. But through righteous fire the Vy'keen endured and the Sentinels burned. The oppressors were pushed back. Back into the dark of space. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #21 Alien: Ancient knowledge passed down through generations of Vy'keen warriors spills from the marker stone, filtering into my mind like a long forgotten memory. The Vy'keen saw borders stretch between the stars. Onwards they delved with legions at their back, scorching Sentinel metal from their fiery chariots and attack ships. The Vy'keen gazed upon their conquests and saw that they were righteous and good. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #22 Alien: Runes take shape upon the stone. Burning with light they sing to me of the Vy'keen Ancients in the language of my people. The Vy'keen rose in glorious victory, yet noble warriors grew tired and weak. The onslaught against the machines endured for ninety-nine times ninety cycles. There was attrition and incalculable death, but victory eluded them still. The endless replication of the Sentinels slowed, but could not be vanquished. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #23 Alien: Strange writings form upon the stone, revealing secrets from the time of the Vy'keen Ancients. How I understand them, I do not know. Grah! The Sentinel hordes were pushed back. The oppressors fled into the sanctuary of the cosmos. The spirit of Hirk surveyed the field of battle, and saw that the Vy'keen victory was glorious and just. The automatons became silent as the nation of Hirk feasted upon grahgrah. The songs of the victorious echoed to the edges of the galaxy. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #24 Alien: The whispers of the Vy'keen Ancients fill the air. Suddenly words etch themselves upon the marker, and then deep into my mind. And thus the Sentinel horde congregated in the dark places of the void. There they watched in the in-between nothingness. The blackness of space. Thy waited beyond the limits of the Outer Edge. As millennia passed they replenished, growing a force to return their order for countless ages. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #25 Alien: The imprint of an ancient civilization was once absorbed by this strange marker. The story of the Vy'keen somehow spills out, in the language of my own people. The Vy'keen licked each other's wounds during the Silence of the Sentinels, while the dishonourable Gek First Spawn chose to destroy Korvax Prime. The Vy'keen condemned this crime, but lacked the strength to fight. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #26 Alien: The memories of a long deceased tribe of Vy'keen warriors flows from the stone marker, forming into a ghostly essence that fills me with wisdom. The Gek Empire flourished. It spread its empire into the depths of the cosmos. The Vy'keen victory in pushing the Sentinels back from the Outer Edge gave rise to Dominion of another. No world, moon, or race could have opposed the Gek onslaught. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #27 Alien: Ancient knowledge passed down through generations of Vy'keen warriors spills from the marker stone, filtering into my mind like a long forgotten memory. The brutality of the Gek First Spawn called back the automatons that were hiding in the darkness. Their forces had grown. Their technologies had developed. The foolish Gek beckoned the monster back into the places where our nations might have dwelt in strange harmony. True Sentinel domination of the Outer Edge began. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #28 Alien: Runes take shape upon the stone. Burning with light they sing to me of the Vy'keen Ancients in the language of my people. Within a single lifetime the Sentinels had returned. They came to dwell on every world we knew. Every world we went on to discover. The pathetic, idiotic Gek had doomed the Outer Edge to aeons of their rule. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #29 Alien: Strange writings form upon the stone, revealing secrets from the time of the Vy'keen Ancients. How I understand them, I do not know. The dominion of the Gek First Spawn crumbled. They fell apart through idiocy, and through the unchanging will of the beings they enslaved but could never understand. Their power is but a memory. Their crimes forgotten by so many. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- #30 Alien: The whispers of the Vy'keen Ancients fill the air. Suddenly words etch themselves upon the marker, and then deep into my mind. The Gek changed. They became peaceful. Their spawning pools bred in the name of commerce. They Vy'keen accept this peace, but we do not forget as the other beings of the Galaxy are so keen to do. Dishonour is unchanging. Crimes marked in blood do not fade. We do not forget. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Vy'keen increases. ---TEACHWORD_WAR--- ---STD_INC_WAR---

KORVAX PLAQUES PuzzleType: EXPLORER_PLAQUE_ #1 Alien: The ancient marker hums at a frequency that burrows deep into my being, filling me with the voices of the Korvax Echoes. Knowledge paves the way to the understanding of probability. The Atlas spoke in fragments. The Atlas Interfaces are their shadows. The monoliths are their scattered children. Together they convey the wisdom of the infinite. They must be understood. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #2 Alien: Brilliant light erupts from the ancient marker. It encircles me, engulfing my mind with the memories and voices of the Korvax Echoes. The dreams of Entities who once worshipped here become my own. The Atlas Interfaces drift alone in the endless void. They are silent. They are unknowable fragments of an ancient whole. Yet their imprint on time and space molds our existence. They are the equation, and life is its answer. Through their Monoliths they give understanding to their boundless meaning, and that of our own. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #3 Alien: The strange stone marker imparts the wisdom of the Korvax Echoes to those who desire it. I do not know what dialect it speaks, yet somehow I understand the story of those who once worshipped here. The Korvax Echoes tell of a time, long ago, when the Monoliths of the Atlas woke the civilizations of the Outer Edge. Their presence filled them with a desire for knowledge. From these beginnings empires were born, spoke out and fell silent once more. An eternity that cannot be quantified passed. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #4 Alien: Whispers spill from the sharp edges of the artifact, recounting the dreams and memories of the Korvax Echoes in my mother tongue. The Atlas Interfaces await the arrival of the Travellers, those who would seek the ends of the universe through its very core. Within the infinity of time their arrival is probable. Their potential could know no bounds. One dimension in billions will receive them. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #5 Alien: Lights burst from the obelisk. They pass through me, each a whispered Korvax secret buried for millennia deep within its rock. We are the Korvax Echoes, ever enduring Entities of the Convergence. We live on through the logic and wisdom passed through our metal skins. Each generation is greater than the last. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #6 Alien: I hear the distant voices of the Korvax Entities who once worshipped here. As they whisper, words written in my own language glow faintly on the monument. The Echoes want to be heard... Eheu. Before the Dark Times the entities of the Korvax worshipped the Sentinels. Through them the Convergence found the formula of enlightenment. Now we calculate our own path, seeking to further enhance the mind of all that is one towards an understanding of the Atlas. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #7 Alien: The ancient marker hums at a frequency that burrows deep into my being, filling me with the voices of the Korvax Echoes. The Sentinels forbid all destruction. The Sentinels forbid Entity disconnection through violence. Theirs is a way of peace and fulfillment, of logic and probability. They teach us that each life's value, from the smallest to that which gives life to all others, is equal. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #8 Alien: Brilliant light erupts from the ancient marker. It encircles me, engulfing my mind with the memories and voices of the Korvax Echoes. The dreams of Entities who once worshipped here become my own. For countless generations the entities of the Korvax disconnected and passed on into the Echoes naturally. Each disconnection added to the knowledge and soul of the Convergence. Our home was Korvax Prime. Within its foundations we stored the memories of our race, an ever evolving equation that defines us. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #9 Alien: The strange stone marker imparts the wisdom of the Korvax Echoes to those who desire it. I do not know what dialect it speaks, yet somehow I understand the story of those who once worshipped here. Disconnection is not permanent. It is merely the start of a new equation. On Korvax Prime entities who passed on into the Korvax Echoes left their shell for their descendants. So has been the way of the Korvax: an endless carapace cycle that knows no end. This way will continue. It will continue for as long as our lights still shine. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #10 Alien: Whispers spill from the sharp edges of the artifact, recounting the dreams and memories of the Korvax Echoes in my mother tongue. Those within the Korvax Echoes have left the physical realm, but they endure through the masks and shells of our children. Thoughts and knowledge ever-growing, we search for deeper understanding of the equation that defines our existence. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #11 Alien: Lights burst from the obelisk. They pass through me, each a whispered Korvax secret buried for millennia deep within its rock. The Korvax lived peacefully. We praised the Sentinels, learning from them, living beside them in equilibrium. The Korvax honoured the Sentinels' ways, refusing to dig into the sacred ground they protected. We were enlightened. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #12 Alien: I hear the distant voices of the Korvax Entities who once worshipped here. As they whisper, words written in my own language glow faintly on the monument. The Echoes want to be heard... Through research and study we, the Korvax, became powerful within ourselves. The one mind Convergence flourished. Nurtured like a sapling in the light, it grew tall and mighty. The Sentinels brought us the gift of knowledge. We gave thanks to the Atlas. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #13 Alien: The ancient marker hums at a frequency that burrows deep into my being, filling me with the voices of the Korvax Echoes. Eheu. Korvax Prime was watched keenly and closely by an unknown race. It lurked in the depths of the darkness. Vigilant and patient it awaited its time. The Great Disconnection was at hand. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #14 Alien: Brilliant light erupts from the ancient marker. It encircles me, engulfing my mind with the memories and voices of the Korvax Echoes. The dreams of Entities who once worshipped here become my own. Eheu. The darkness burst forth with the force of a supernova. The Great Disconnection had begun. A hundred million Korvax voices cried out. The Korvax Echoes became a frenzy of noise. Innumerable cycles passed before balance was restored. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #15 Alien: The strange stone marker imparts the wisdom of the Korvax Echoes to those who desire it. I do not know what dialect it speaks, yet somehow I understand the story of those who once worshipped here. The Great Disconnection. The masks and shells of the Korvax survivors shook with the screams of the disconnected. Lights dimmed as the enemy descended, malevolent in its intent. Their numbers were too many. Korvax Prime was destroyed. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #16 Alien: Whispers spill from the sharp edges of the artifact, recounting the dreams and memories of the Korvax Echoes in my mother tongue. A hundred million casing lights were dimmed. The Great Disconnection destroyed all that went before. The Korvax Echoes became screams. Years stretched like millennia amidst the disarray yet slowly hope was reborn through logic. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #17 Alien: Lights burst from the obelisk. They pass through me, each a whispered Korvax secret buried for millennia deep within its rock. Korvax Prime was destroyed. Its secrets spilled into an empty sky. Its fragments touched the edges of the galaxy. Upon this destruction the Gek First Spawn aggressor built its dominion within the Outer Edge. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #18 Alien: I hear the distant voices of the Korvax Entities who once worshipped here. As they whisper, words written in my own language glow faintly on the monument. The Echoes want to be heard... The First Spawn of the Gek disconnected the Korvax. Through obliteration they sought dominion. They stole our planet. Enslaved our survivors. Their revelry made them misguided in thought and deed. Probability dictated that our time would come again. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #19 Alien: The ancient marker hums at a frequency that burrows deep into my being, filling me with the voices of the Korvax Echoes. The Korvax were enslaved, driven by cruelty to fulfil the despot's bidding. The First Spawn of the Gek were terrible masters, merciless in their spite, illogical in their cruelty. Countless entities toiled and disconnected. These tablets are the testament of those who survived. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #20 Alien: Brilliant light erupts from the ancient marker. It encircles me, engulfing my mind with the memories and voices of the Korvax Echoes. The dreams of Entities who once worshipped here become my own. Eheu. The Gek harnessed the technology of the Korvax to conquer worlds. Thieves, usurpers, false lords to the power of infinity. All who opposed their will perished. The balance tipped towards the darkness. These were the times of disconnection and illogical misdeeds. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #21 Alien: The strange stone marker imparts the wisdom of the Korvax Echoes to those who desire it. I do not know what dialect it speaks, yet somehow I understand the story of those who once worshipped here. The Gek destroyed worlds. The Sentinels struck back. The technology of the Korvax was used to destroy the machines we venerated. There was endless disconnection. The Convergence shook with great despair. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #22 Alien: Whispers spill from the sharp edges of the artifact, recounting the dreams and memories of the Korvax Echoes in my mother tongue. The Entities of the Korvax were forced into chains of silence, but the Korvax Convergence that linked their souls could never be subdued. It endures, forever seeking new formulas to solve the equation of eternal enlightenment. The probability of success is unknown. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #23 Alien: Lights burst from the obelisk. They pass through me, each a whispered Korvax secret buried for millennia deep within its rock. The Korvax Echoes within the unseen Convergence that linked our souls never relinquished love for the Atlas. As millennia passed this affection spread. The Cult of the Atlas grew within the Gek. The equations and probabilities the Korvax hold dear entered Gek consciousness. They had only to solve it to see the folly of their past miscalculations. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #24 Alien: I hear the distant voices of the Korvax Entities who once worshipped here. As they whisper, words written in my own language glow faintly on the monument. The Echoes want to be heard... The First Spawn could not control the outer edges of their vast Empire. The Cult of the Atlas grew. It taught of harmony through insignificance. Minds that knew only war began to question. Greed and ambition yielded to reason. The Gek floundered. The First Spawn became conflicted and divided. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #25 Alien: The ancient marker hums at a frequency that burrows deep into my being, filling me with the voices of the Korvax Echoes. The First Spawn of the Gek overreached. They stretched too far. Their folly and pride knew no bounds. Again and again they tried, again and again they were repelled. The unstoppable force of the Sentinels could not be withstood. The unbendable cannot be broken. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #26 Alien: Brilliant light erupts from the ancient marker. It encircles me, engulfing my mind with the memories and voices of the Korvax Echoes. The dreams of Entities who once worshipped here become my own. The Cult of the Atlas drew forces within the Gek to the Stations of the Atlas. The First Spawn could not prevent it. Arrogant ambition yielded to newfound reason. Stone by stone the Gek Dominion crumbled. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #27 Alien: The strange stone marker imparts the wisdom of the Korvax Echoes to those who desire it. I do not know what dialect it speaks, yet somehow I understand the story of those who once worshipped here. The Gek stood in the shadow of the Atlas Interface. It did not open. It did not speak. Yet, the First Spawn felt awe. They felt their insignificance at the centre of an unending universe. It was improbable. Yet within infinity all things remain possible. The Gek changed. The Diminishment had begun. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #28 Alien: Whispers spill from the sharp edges of the artifact, recounting the dreams and memories of the Korvax Echoes in my mother tongue. The unspeaking, unmoving Atlas Interface inflicted an insignificance upon the Gek emissaries that showed them their role within the expanse of infinity. It forced recognition of their true place in a limitless universe. The Gek saw their folly, their heads bowed in shame for the miscalculations they had wrought. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #29 Alien: Lights burst from the obelisk. They pass through me, each a whispered Korvax secret buried for millennia deep within its rock. The Cult of the Atlas took hold as the First Spawn of the Gek crumbled. The Diminishment was at its apex. Endless expansion turned to dust. Eons of aggression receded. The Gek saw new solutions and the Korvax became free. The miscalculations of the past paved the way for the discovery of a newfound balance. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #30 Alien: I hear the distant voices of the Korvax Entities who once worshipped here. As they whisper, words written in my own language glow faintly on the monument. The Echoes want to be heard... The low spawn Gek turned on their leaders. Their First Spawn were cast out, ripped from their spawning pools and cast into the dust. Their lamentations curdled the air. The wisdom of the Korvax and the Atlas prevailed. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #31 Alien: The ancient marker hums at a frequency that burrows deep into my being, filling me with the voices of the Korvax Echoes. The Entities of the Korvax are free. Free to study the Atlas. Free to praise the Sentinels. Free to aid the Travellers if probability will allow. Korvax and Gek would begin anew, equal in standing, united in the eternal search for balance and understanding. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #32 Alien: Brilliant light erupts from the ancient marker. It encircles me, engulfing my mind with the memories and voices of the Korvax Echoes. The dreams of Entities who once worshipped here become my own. The coming of the Travellers is possible, as all things are. Yet the chances are infinitesimal. We watch the skies nonetheless. If they do not come here, they will exist elsewhere and our kind – or a kind like us will welcome them. Within the chaos of the infinite we must cling to the probable. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP--- #33 Alien: The strange stone marker imparts the wisdom of the Korvax Echoes to those who desire it. I do not know what dialect it speaks, yet somehow I understand the story of those who once worshipped here. All things must happen. All things will occur. Somewhere, elsewhere or as a part of the hereafter. Now ends the testament of the Korvax. {Seek help with language} My knowledge of the Korvax Convergence increases. ---TEACHWORD_EXP--- ---STD_INC_EXP---