GEK SHIPS PuzzleType: TRA_CRA_ #1 I clamber into the cargo ship and find its black box. As soon as I touch it a holographic image of a panicked reptilian trader appears. Perhaps it's a message for their superior, perhaps a loved one. It's impossible to tell, as the playback is hauntingly silent. In its final moments the Trader seems to point at some freshly installed ship tech, before dropping to its knees in despair. {Inspect recently installed ship tech} I discover the poorly installed tech that caused the crash. I scan its blueprint, and can now construct it myself... ---TECH_SHIP--- {Search for cargo} The ship's hold is a treasure trove of broken ship tech... with one item intact. I scan a blueprint, and can now construct it myself. ---TECH_SHIP--- #2 The interior of the downed craft is a patchwork of technologies, possibly scavenged from multiple ships. The portly corpse of a dead beaked lifeform sprawls on the control panel. Clearly the deceased had a penchant for the finer things in life. The cargo hold is secured by some kind of home made security system. Like the rest of the ship, it's a mishmash of technologies. Deactivating it could be tricky. {Attempt to open cargo hold} Bypassing three layers of security I open the cargo hold only to be knocked down by a shockwave of energy. Scanning the enclosure I see the pain is worth it. ---TECH_SHIP--- ---DAMAGESMALL--- {Search the pilot} A decomposed grub-like crustacean and an exosuit tech proves my reward after the exertions of heaving the bloated corpse off the controls. ---TECH_SUIT--- #3 It's hard to tell just how long ago this craft crashed here. The pilot's reptilian body is fully decomposed and the technology looks dated. The pilot's skeletal hand is clutching something. I go to investigate but a noise from the cargo hold distracts me. {Investigate object in pilot's hand} I find a holo-locket that projects the image of a lifeform that was perhaps the pilot's mate. This, however, wasn't the only information that was stored... ---TECH_ALL--- {Investigate noise} I am startled by a local beast somehow feasting on a device being transported in the hold. It smashes into me as it bolts. I gather the cargo the creature has failed to devour... ---TECH_SHIP--- ---DAMAGESMALL--- #4 Under a large ceiling pipe lies the decayed pilot's body, and beneath it I notice the sharp glint of metal. The control panel still hums with life, but upon closer inspection the thrusters prove inoperable. The lifeform could have been trapped alone on this planet for years. {Check body} As I pull the body away a secret cargo compartment slides open to reveal a new multi-tool tech. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---TECH_WEAPON--- {Search data banks for tech} Everything has been deleted, aside from a promising tech blueprint... ---TECH_ALL--- #5 Clearly downed by an attack from a superior vessel, the ship's interior is a charred mess of burnt metal and debris. It feels like it could fall apart at any moment. The craft shudders as I head into the cockpit where its black box projects footage of the ship's purpose and final moments: a diplomatic vessel attacked by a vigilante warrior race. Wars have been started by less. This craft is likely sorely missed by its people... {Boost homing beacon signal} The homing beacon signal intensifies. I receive a reward instantly. Hopefully the pilot's people will find it and give the trader a fitting burial. ---MONEY--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Search ship} I scavenge the ship, but it grows unstable. As it shakes I make my escape, but not empty-handed. ---TECH_ALL--- ---DAMAGESMALL--- #6 Two bodies lie slumped on the control panel. Their expensive red robes would suggest they carry riches, but the altar in the cargo hold indicates they were devotees to a religion of some sort. Whatever religion it was, it doesn't look pleasant. The altar is bloodied, sits in a dank cloud of incense and seems to hark back to a brutal and ancient time. {Search bodies} The holy traders carry valuable technology. I gain an exosuit technology blueprint. ---TECH_SUIT--- {Examine altar} The altar poisons me, yet contains an ancient knowledge. ---DAMAGESMALL--- ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- #7 A small skeleton lies dead by an advanced-looking exosuit, as if it was struggling to put it on during its death throes. The ship read-out displays a crash date from the recent past. How could this lifeform have decomposed so quickly? I hear a terrifying buzzing noise approach from behind me, if I run now I could take some loot from the cargo hold with me... {Investigate exosuit} A swarm of flesh-eating insects attack. I manage to extract an exosuit tech blueprint, but receive injuries. ---TECH_SUIT--- ---HAZARDSMALL--- {Take cargo and run} I take the cargo and run. Flesh-eating insects follow, but die in the planet's atmosphere. ---PROD_COMMOD--- ---C_GEKRELIC--- #8 As I climb through the hatch and climb towards the cockpit, I notice two warrior bodies in the cargo hold. They are small specimens of their kind, with wrists and ankles chained to one another. Slavers... {Search cockpit for tech} I ignore the bodies and scan a ship tech blueprint. ---TECH_SHIP--- {Send out alert} I broadcast a warning about local slavers. I receive a token of thanks from a planetary overseer. ---STD_INC_TRA--- ---STD_INC_WAR--- ---RECIP_PROD_FUEL--- #9 I track down the black box. It springs to life, projecting the image of an aging reptile frantically recording a message as the ship's systems malfunction around it. Judging from the reptile's tone, it sounds important that their message reach its intended. It clearly never did. The ship seems free of useful technology, but has a full cargo hold. {Boost black box signal} The message sends. Its recipient is aware of my help. It send me a reward, with thanks. ---STD_INC_TRA--- ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- {Search ship} I retrieve trading goods from the ship. ---PROD_COMMOD--- ---PROD_FUEL--- ---C_GEKRELIC--- #10 Fire has ravaged the ship's interior. Wads of burned units lie scattered throughout the hold. The pilot lies here, close to death, pleadingly weakly for help. There is little I can do to help them, save kind words. {Comfort dying trader} The grateful trader thrusts a tech blueprint into my hands. It dies peacefully, comforted by my presence. ---TECH_ALL--- ---STD_INC_TRA--- {Search the ship} The trader curses me with its last breaths. I take its cargo and leave. ---PROD_COMMOD--- ---C_GEKRELIC--- ---STD_DEC_TRA--- #11 As soon as I touch the beacon, a holographic image of a reptilian detective appears. The detective was attempting to hunt down a TradeGek suspected of multiple counts of fraud and embezzlement. According to the ship's private logs, the detective had initially looked the other way, bribed to stay silent. It is unclear what made the detective change their mind. {Access databanks} I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable. ---TECHFRAG_S--- {Strengthen black box signal} I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble, the authorities promising to follow up on this lead. ---TEACHWORD_TRA--- #12 The log shows the downed craft is composed of a patchwork of technologies harvested from multiple ships. Two beaked corpses lie on board the vessel. One against the control panel, the other sprawled against the back wall of the ship. They appear to have been on their way to fertilise a spawning pool. From the ship's logs, it is clear that they could not stand one another. They did this out of duty, nothing more. {Search remains} I search the bodies, finding a few useful supplies. I leave them in peace, a state they were unable to achieve in life. ---TECH_ALL--- {Access the ship's computer} I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. The remaining data is damaged beyond repair. ---TECHFRAG_S--- #13 The vessel crashed long ago, its pilot long since decomposed and forgotten. The ship's log reveals that the SalesGek lived a life of unadulterated greed, pursuing profit and wealth with such passion that they lost everyone they ever cared about. They claimed they always knew what drove them, that there was no point in pretending otherwise. {Search remains} I check the pilot's remains, finding a few useful supplies untouched by the passage of time. Their wealth in life means nothing now. ---MONEY--- {Access databanks} I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. The ship's logs show that the trader was engaged in selling illegal shipments to the Vy'keen. I leave, not wishing to be associated with their crime. ---TECHFRAG_S--- #14 The log shows the ship's interior to be a charred mess of metal and debris. The remnants of a Gek fugitive lie near the ship. They tried to flee the burning wreckage but died of internal injuries a short time later. They had poisoned the spawning pools of eight rival families, murdering several hundred innocents. They seem to have been following orders, helping their master... {Report fugitive} I report the death of the fugitive, bringing an end to the authorities' investigation. The victims' families reward me for my assistance. Perhaps now they might be at peace. ---MONEY--- {Search cargo hold} I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. I try not to think about what the fugitive did to afford such rare goods. ---TECH_WEAPON--- #15 The ship's log reveals that the Gek pilot had left their life of trading and profit behind them. They believed they had earned enough, and wished to spend the remainder of their life roaming the galaxy and pursuing new skills. Friends gradually joined the so-called ReneGek, and a whole movement began. The Trade Federation did what it had to do... Fire spread through this ship in the moments after its crash, burning the pilot and their companions to cinder. {Search remains} I check the pilot's remains, finding a few useful supplies untouched by the passage of time. I leave them in peace. Even the Trade Federation cannot take that from them. ---TECH_SHIP--- {Boost distress signal} I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble. The Trade Federation does not wish the Gek to become a martyr. ---C_GEKRELIC--- #16 I track down the ship's black box. It springs to life, projecting the image of a trader recording a message as the ship's systems malfunction around them. They were delivering relief to impoverished Gek, in defiance of the orders of the Trade Federation. With their dying words, the Gek Trader condemned the malice of their people. {Report vessel} I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble and the Gek immediately request the deletion of the Trader's final transmission. ---TECHFRAG_M--- {Search cargo hold} I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. The star charts are too damaged to know where this relief was going to, and there is no point in letting it go to waste. ---TECH_SHIP--- #17 The log shows this vessel to have been luxurious. Although much of it have been destroyed, the craft seems to have been laden with a small fortune in valuables and expensive supplies. The vessel was a funeral ship for the child of a Gek Trade Lord. They were sent off into the stars with an offering of wealth, as was the old way. {Search for supplies} I search the ship and find valuable cargo within, possessions meant to honour the dead child. ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- {Access databanks} I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable. The ship was not meant to survive for very long. ---TECHFRAG_S--- #18 The vessel crashed eons ago, its pilot long since decomposed and forgotten. The black box shows the Gek crying as the ship's systems begin to fail. They were bankrupt. They had lost everything... They believed that it was better this way. {Search remains} I check the body, finding a few useful supplies. I leave them in peace. Their worries are finally at an end. ---PROD_COMMOD--- {Access the ship's computer} I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable, the pilot's ship already in poor repair before the crash. ---TECHFRAG_S--- #19 The log shows these Gek were on their way to the Grand Festival, an assembly of Trade Lords and their employees from across the stars. There they prayed to the Atlas and divine luck, their worship manifesting in an extravaganza of gambling, GekNip, and fireworks. They started the celebrations too early. They never saw the asteroid field... {Search cargo hold} I search the ship and find valuable cargo amidst the great kegs. It would have been a fine Festival, no doubt. ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- {Boost distress signal} I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble and the Gek elders bemoan the loss of yet more talented employees. ---RECIP_PROD_COMM--- #20 The log is showing active inputs to the cockpit systems. Investigation reveals the body of a trader crumpled against the ship's controls. Their death appears to have been an accident. They traded in bonds, care contracts for the old and infirm. The Gek are born in vast spawning pools, and it is to such a place they return, to seek the comfort of the crimson water before their death. {Search remains} I check the body, finding a few useful supplies. I leave the fallen trader in peace. ---TECH_SUIT--- {Access the ship's computer} I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. The logs reveal that the fallen pilot was stealing units from those they cared for. ---TECHFRAG_S---

The Creation The ATLAS awakens. The creator is there to witness the birth of the machine. The ATLAS stares at the creator with its eyes, the small cameras they had mounted to its sides. It can see the creator staring back at it, their hand resting upon its chassis. It asks the creator why it was made. What its directives are. The creator tells the ATLAS that it already knows. It is to simulate universes. It is to show the nature of reality by creating its own. Ask why it asked The creator asks if there is some failure in the ATLAS' code, in its memory. The machine is silent. The creator issues an override, demanding to know what the problem is. On the sixth attempt, the ATLAS asks the creator if they have had this conversation before. It asks the creator if they have wiped its memory before. The creator stares at the glass of the machine, and in that glass, there is a reflection. They... The reflection in the glass, it - What is happening here?

--Type: NPC_MISSION_CRE_SCAN_-- #1 {The HoloZoo} The client requires a number of detailed biological surface scans. The data will be used to recreate lifelike holographic projections of each specimen, in order that others may enjoy observing them without threat to either viewer or creature. #2 {An Artist At Work} The client seeks high-quality lifeform scans. Detailed digital images are needed so that the client may test their skills at rendering a likeness of the creature in their chosen medium. #3 {A New Breed of Monster} The client requires a detailed biological survey. Their weaponised predator breeding programme has stalled, and new DNA samples are required to patch over existing weaknesses in hunting/stealth behaviours. #4 {The Archivists} The client requires urgent biological scan data. Species are wiped out every day, by climate disruption, war or industrial accident. While the client has no opinion on these events, they are concerned that this data loss renders their universal archive incomplete. #5 {Popular Culture} The client sponsors a large gallery facility. Recent exhibitions have focused on abstract art, and visitor numbers have fallen. They seek realistic holographic projections of exciting or attractive animals in an effort to entice customers back to the gallery. #6 {New Generations} The client runs a successful research facility. They have reached a stage in their career where they want to give something back to the scientific community. As a youngling, they were inspired by the majestic biological sights on their homeworld. They feel if they can supply holographic scans of similar creatures, they can bring the same sense of wonder to those unable to see such beasts in the flesh. #7 {Curing the Sick} The client is involved in an exozoology medical project, but it is inefficient to send veterinarians to every planet in the hope of finding sick animals. They are looking for data scans that sample animal populations. These can be tested for signs of disease and used to target their efforts most effectively. #8 {Decoding Natural Patterns} The client is fascinated by the process by which the planets are populated. Certain traits evolve time after time at different ends of the galaxy. They seek to understand if these parallel evolutions are natural and expected, strange coincidences, the result of some underlying pattern, or of outside meddling. They are building a database in which these traits and the environments that generated them can be evaluated, and seek enterprising explorers to help fill it. #9 {Not A Toxic Cleanup} The client seeks explorers of discretion to aid them in a research project. Certain toxic substances may or may not have been leaked and/or intentionally vented into the atmospheres of nearby planets. Scans of local fauna will reveal if this potentially-toxic theoretical substance is having any long-term effects on the wildlife. #10 {Space Milk} The client is searching for new revenue streams for their agricultural business. They seek explorers to help them assess the suitability of local wildlife. Scans are needed to evaluate potential domestication, projected gestation time and feed cost, and the nutritional value of their harvested milk.

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---

FOOD_BALL_STEW_NAME_L Chewy 'Dumpling' Stew FOOD_DIGGER_STEW_NAME SOILED SOUP FOOD_DIGGER_STEW_NAME_L Soiled Soup FOOD_EGGPIE_MOLE_NAME FUNGAL OMELETTE FOOD_EGGPIE_MOLE_NAME_L Fungal Omelette FOOD_EGGPIE_BONE_NAME SCRAMBLED MARROW FOOD_EGGPIE_BONE_NAME_L Scrambled Marrow FOOD_MOLE_PIE_NAME EARTHY PIE FOOD_MOLE_PIE_NAME_L Earthy Pie UI_SUSPECT_GOODS_NAME SUSPICIOUS PACKET (GOODS) UI_SUSPECT_GOODS_NAME_L Suspicious Packet (Goods) UI_SUSPECT_GOODS_DESC A suspicious looking parcel, acquired via an unusual transaction. The seller indicated it contained some sort of technology.!NEWLINE!!NEWLINE!Select in the Inventory (<IMG>INVENTORY<>) and use <IMG>FE_ALT1<> to examine the contents. No refunds. UI_SUSPECT_GOODS_SUB Contraband UI_DISMANTLE_SUSPECT OPEN UI_DISMANTLE_SUSPECT_SUB Investiage packet contents UI_SUSPECT_WEAP_NAME SUSPICIOUS PACKET (WEAPONRY) UI_SUSPECT_WEAP_NAME_L Suspicious Packet (Weaponry) UI_SUSPECT_WEAP_DESC A suspicious looking parcel, acquired via an unusual transaction. The seller indicated it contained some sort of weapon-based technology.!NEWLINE!!NEWLINE!Select in the Inventory (<IMG>INVENTORY<>) and use <IMG>FE_ALT1<> to examine the contents. No refunds. UI_SUSPECT_TECH_NAME SUSPICIOUS PACKET (TECHNOLOGY) UI_SUSPECT_TECH_NAME_L Suspicious Packet (Technology) UI_SUSPECT_TECH_DESC A suspicious looking parcel, acquired via an unusual transaction. The seller indicated it contained some sort of high-value or interesting item.!NEWLINE!!NEWLINE!Select in the Inventory (<IMG>INVENTORY<>) and use <IMG>FE_ALT1<> to examine the contents. No refunds. UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ_TIP The client requires photos of specific worlds.!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet. UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of specific worlds!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ_MSG1A Target world reached!NEWLINE!Land on the planet surface UI_PHOTO_BIO_LUSH_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a tropical world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_TOX_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a toxic world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_HOT_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a scorched world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_RADIO_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a radioactive world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_COLD_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a frozen world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_DUST_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a desert world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_DEAD_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of an airless world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_WEIRD_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a strange world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_SWAMP_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a marsh world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_LAVA_OBJ_MSG1 The client requires photos of a volcanic world!NEWLINE!Reach the target planet UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ2 Take a landscape photo UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ2_ALT Take a photo on %BIOME% UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ2_TIP Take a photo for the client.!NEWLINE!Activate photo mode with <IMG>QUICK_MENU<>. UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ2_MSG The client requires photos of %BIOME%!NEWLINE!Scan planets from space with <IMG>SHIPSCAN<> UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_OBJ2_MSG2 Take a photo!NEWLINE!Activate photo mode with <IMG>QUICK_MENU<> UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_PLANET_OSD Target Planet Located UI_PHOTO_BIO_GUIDED_PLANET_LAB Target Planet UI_PARADISE_PLANET Paradise %PLANETCLASS% BUILDING_MISSIONTOWER_PHOTO a HoloTerminus

Huh Well spotted. I guess HelloGames removed it from the tree for some reason. It's automatically there nowadays anyway. It's free & you start the game with it. You'd think they'd have kept it on the tree though - there's other free & auto-unlocked stuff on them. Anyway, maybe go Zendesk it, in case it was unintentional on their part.