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| A list of all [[Patrol]] dialogue can be found here, sorted by location and type. | | A list of all [[Patrol]] dialogue can be found here, sorted by location and type. |
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| ==Cosmodrome==
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| ===''Destiny''===
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| ===''Destiny 2''===
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| ==Ocean of Storms==
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| ===''Destiny''===
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| ===''Destiny 2''===
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| ==Ishtar Sink==
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| ==Meridian Bay==
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| ==Dreadnaught==
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| ==Plaguelands==
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| ==European Dead Zone==
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| ==New Pacific Arcology==
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| ==Arcadian Valley==
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| ==Echo Mesa==
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| ==Fields of Glass==
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| ==Hellas Basin==
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| ==Tangled Shore==
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| ==Dreaming City==
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| ===Combat===
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| ====Approach====
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': How you doing?
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': Hello.
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': How you living?
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': Got a job for you.
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': You here for patrol duty?
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': Hey, just in time!
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': Nice to see you!
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': Got a job needs doing.
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': You busy?
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| *'''Awoken Corsair''': Need you help, Guardian.
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| ====Active====
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| ==Rathmore Chaos==
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| ===Arm Yourself With Knowledge===
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| ====Vex Structure (Surface)====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Unlike their brethren on Venus, the Vex were not "discovered" here. They were brought. By Mr. Bray himself.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Just because humanity discovered Vex on Venus first doesn't mean it was their only entry point. Clovis Bray built a door for them here too.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': You know of the Ishtar Collective. Clovis Bray also tried to crack open the secrets of the Vex. Proof of his failure stands before you.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': This structure dates back to the Golden Age. The Vex-Exo War. If history were just, it would be known as Bray's Folly.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': The history of the Vex is nigh on impossible to track given their manipulation of time. But I was here when they first came to Europa.
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| ====Vex Structure (Base)====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': BrayTech’s top engineers studied structures like this one for years, but they never grasped how the Vex defied the laws of nature so neatly.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': As you can see here, on Nessus, wherever they go, the Vex are quick to remake their surroundings in their own image.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': This structure is incomplete. The Vex only stop when they themselves are stopped. We learned that the hard way, during the war.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Vex constructions uniformly resist natural law. Even entropy itself. No one, not even Clovis Bray, has figured out how.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': This unfinished column was proof that we'd stopped the Vex years ago. Now, thanks to Eramis, they may yet finish their work.
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| ====Red Glacier====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Red ice is common here and perfectly harmless. Though from the long view, Europa looks like it's been scratched by giant claws.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': That red glow is a natural occurrence. Comes from some combination of native bacteria and the radiated atmosphere.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Europan bacteria is preserved in ice. A small colony compares to what's floating in the ocean beneath your feet.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Beautiful, isn’t it? The color is a reflection of radioactive ions in the air interacting with bacteria frozen within.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': One of Europa's natural phenomena. The only kind Clovis didn't care about. He couldn't make use of red ice.
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| ====Chasm====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': This abyss reaches Europa’s subsurface ocean. A BrayTech camera still floats down there, amongst arctic plankton and bacterial colonies.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Expedition rovers, BrayTech employees: many were sacrificed to the study of this ravine. Not that Clovis Bray cared.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': The entrance to Europa's ocean lies at the bottom of the abyss. Twenty-five kilometers straight down.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Chasms like these crisscross all over this moon, allowing radioactive ions to flow into the depths of its dark ocean.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': BrayTech researchers dropped a camera down there once. You wouldn't believe what they saw swimming around in the dark.
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| ====Exoscience Paneling====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': The Europan construction was BrayTech's most expensive project by far. But it paid off. Centuries later and still intact.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': To say Europa presented an architectural challenge is putting it mildly. What these roofs can withstand is an engineering miracle.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': The exterior paneling was designed to hold up against subarctic temperatures, radiation, and 50 kilotons of blast force.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': The paint job has a use beyond aesthetics. All the buildings were painted so they could be seen even in a whiteout.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Gale force winds, kilotons of snow and ice, radiation bombardment. And still, centuries later, this roof stands intact.
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| ====Fuel Tanks====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': These fuel tanks were our emergency reserves. Which Clovis drained for his research trips. So when an emergency came… well…
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Fuel was a precious resource on Europa. Clovis and I argued over it constantly. He won, in the end. And the people of Eventide suffered for it.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': These tanks once held fuel — for Eventide. But Clovis prioritized research over human lives. When people needed them most, they were empty.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Fuel reserves. I insisted, in case we needed to evacuate. Which we might've done, if Clovis hadn't wasted it all.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Eventide required an enormous amount of fuel to stay up and running, but it paled in comparison to the Exo Factory.
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| ====Ether Tanks====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': The Fallen may have knocked their Servitors down a peg, but they still need a steady stream of Ether. Hence the hidden caches.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': A House Salvation Ether cache. Even the Darkness isn't enough to keep them alive, as much as they wish otherwise.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Ether stores for House Salvation. Hold off on destroying them for now. We can be strategic about this.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Looks like House Salvation has tucked away some Ether for a rainy day. We should keep careful track of these.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': House Salvation may disdain their Servitors, but they still need Ether. I'll make a note. We can use this to our advantage.
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| ====Signal Tower====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': Looks like the Fallen have repurposed some BrayTech leftovers. Perhaps I can find a backdoor into their comms…
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': The Fallen are thrifty, I'll give them that. These towers have BrayTech parts in them. Good to know.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': This must be why I've been picking up so many House Salvation transmissions. They’re getting desperate for recruits.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': A lot of outgoing transmissions, calling for Fallen to join House Salvation. Reminds me of how BrayTech used to recruit.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': House Salvation has made a real effort to blast their propaganda far and wide. It's good to know where the transmissions are coming from.
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| ====Old Exoscience Computer====
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': An old Exoscience computer. This one is fried, but there were a lot of these stations. We can still find one with data left on it.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': This is where they conducted Exo stress tests. Exposing us to extreme temperatures, radiation, direct bomb blasts…
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': This is where Exos came to be "put through their paces," as Clovis said. If there’s any data left, it’s likely biometrics. Interesting, but not very useful.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': I tried to erase all evidence of the Exo Project once. I never thought I'd be happy I failed, but… well, I've changed my mind about a lot since then.
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| *'''Exo Stranger''': All Exoscience computers were routinely wiped clean of incriminating data. But traces may linger deep in the hardware.
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| ===Combat===
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| ====The Harder They Fall====
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| *'''Variks''': Hostile Eliksni seek to root out deserters. Thin their ranks for Variks, yes?
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| *'''Variks''': I overhear the radio channels. [insect-like chattering] Supporters of Eramis search for Variks. I ask for your help in stopping them.
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| *'''Variks''': Eramis sends her Wolves and Devils for Variks and his allies. [insect-like chattering] We ask the Guardian's help.
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| *'''Variks''': [inhales] Rumors on the wind. Eramis sends her soldiers here. If we cannot yet stop them… perhaps we can slow them down.
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| *'''Variks''': Soldiers of Eramis search here for deserters. [chattering] They show no mercy to those they find. Please destroy them first.
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| *'''Variks''': Variks wishes to create a supply route. Build food stores for the needy. [insect-like chattering] Will the Guardian clear the way?
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| *'''Variks''': Help Variks, and you will help yourself. Our foes will destroy what your Vanguard wishes to save. [insect-like chattering] Destroy them first.
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| *'''Variks''': Unchallenged, our foes grow strong. Bring Judgement to them. Variks will pay you well.
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| *'''Variks''': My allies tell me they cannot pass through; the danger is too thick. [wheezes] Perhaps you can clear a path.
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| *'''Variks''': My friends seek shelter in this place, but our enemies deter them. [insect-like chattering] Perhaps the Guardian can help, yes?
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| ====The Best Defense====
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| *'''Variks''': My allies seek refuge here, but are overwhelmed by enemies. [insect-like chattering] Perhaps the Guardian will clear their path.
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| *'''Variks''': [Wheezes] This moon holds many secrets. Secrets your enemies wish to steal. Kill them before they can do so, yes?
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| *'''Variks''': Allied Eliksni flee from the Europan city. Many threats stand in their way. [inhales] The Guardian can help, yes?
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| *'''Variks''': We share the same enemies, yes? [inhales] Kill them, and Variks will be in your debt.
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| *'''Variks''': This place is unsafe for Variks and his allies. [chattering] Hostile creatures stalk us through the snow. Kill them, and you will be rewarded.
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| ====Vex Control====
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| *'''Variks''': Variks does not understand the Vex, and he does not wish to. [insect-like chattering] They are trouble for Eliksni and Guardian alike.
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| *'''Variks''': There are Vex here in great numbers. They will consume Europa if they are not stopped. Stop them.
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| *'''Variks''': Guardians can learn from fighting Vex, yes? [insect-like chattering] Variks will pay you to do so.
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] Vex loot my supply caches. Not out of need… but love of destruction. [insect-like chattering] Please destroy them for Variks…
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| *'''Variks''': Variks has no respect for Vex. [wheezes] Their creation is destruction. Their minds are empty.
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| ===Salvage===
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| ====Supply and Remand====
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] Variks finds his stockpiles looted. Find those responsible, Guardian, and recover what they took. [insect-like chattering]
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| *'''Variks''': Supplies for Eliksni escape run low. [insect-like chattering] Perhaps you could help… requisition them from our enemies. Variks thanks you.
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| *'''Variks''': Enemies unknown steal provisions from Variks. [insect-like chattering] Please, Guardian. Ally Eliksni rely on those items.
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| *'''Variks''': Thieves set back Variks's plans by stealing precious supplies. Your aid in their recovery would be most welcome.
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] Many enemies roam the area, packs heavy with war spoils. [chattering] Bring these items to Variks and receive your reward.
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| ====Vex Collector====
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| *'''Variks''': House Salvation upgrades their weapons with Vex technology. [inhales] You must ensure there is none to be found. [insect-like chattering]
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| *'''Variks''': What little Variks stored for Eliksni escape… [inhales] Stolen by irritant Vex. [chattering] Please recover all you can. Variks will reward you.
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| *'''Variks''': If only the Vex hindered House Salvation as much as they do Variks! [wheezes] Again, they loot my stores. [chattering] Please, return what they took.
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] The Vex are obstacles in our fight. But they may yet be of use. [insect-like chattering] Bring Variks their scraps, and we shall see.
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| *'''Variks''': [inhales] Again, the Vex prove true to their name. Dismantle these pests for Variks's sake. Their parts, at least, are useful. [insect-like chattering]
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] Materials, tools are needed for Eliksni escape. [insect-like chattering] Such things are abundant in Vex. Please help Variks collect them.
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| *'''Variks''': Scavengers, we may be. [inhales] But Eliksni give new life to things, unlike destructive Vex. [inhales] Bring Variks their scraps. Further the cause of life, yes?
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| *'''Variks''': Once more, Variks finds himself robbed by pestilent Vex. [chattering] Recover my supplies, Guardian. Variks will reward you. [chattering]
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| ====Eliksni Expropriation====
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| *'''Variks''': House Salvation hoards supplies needed by those who flee. [insect-like chattering] Help Variks help his allies, yes?
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| *'''Variks''': Once, Eramis filled the city stores with provisions for our people. Now, her army empties them. [wheezes] You will right this wrong, yes?
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| *'''Variks''': Eliksni of House Salvation bring war spoils back to the city. Please, Guardian. [inhales] Ensure they arrive empty-handed.
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| *'''Variks''': House Salvation spends much time building stockpiles. [chattering] It takes little time to shrink them, yes? Bring Variks the excess. [chattering]
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| *'''Variks''': [inhales] My brethren lack the necessary supplies to escape. [chattering] Perhaps you could requisition some from those that hunt them? [chattering]
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| *'''Variks''': A raiding party passes near, Guardian. [inhales] Laden with provisions needed for Eliksni escape. You will help with redistribution, yes? [chattering]
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| *'''Variks''': Eramis is gone, but her greed lives on in her soldiers. [chattering] They have looted my stores, Guardian. [inhales] Please reverse this theft.
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| *'''Variks''': [inhales] One day, Eliksni will not rob their own kind. Today is not that day, [insect-like chattering] Return these supplies and Variks will reward you.
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| *'''Variks''': Many Eliksni have fled this moon. [inhales] More would follow, but enemy-brethren and lack of supplies block them. You can solve both problems, yes? [insect-like chattering]
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| ===Assassination===
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| ====Nexus Exercise====
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| *'''Variks''': A valuable target for the Guardian. A powerful Vex creature. You may find use in its parts.
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| *'''Variks''': [inhales] I hear whispers of a powerful enemy. My allies are not warriors. We rely on your generosity, yes?
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| *'''Variks''': Vex seek to devour this moon. [insect-like chattering] But Europa is not theirs to take. Show them this.
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| *'''Variks''': Variks points, the Guardian kills, Variks pays. Yes? Now I point you to a new target. [wheezes] A Vex creature of great strength.
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| *'''Variks''': The Guardian must keep their blade sharp, yes? Variks has a Vex target that will hone your edge… [insect-like chattering]
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| *'''Variks''': Eramis left a cruel legacy. [inhales] Vex flood through the ancient portal like pests. [insect-like chattering] One of their strongest lurks nearby.
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] Powerful Vex arrive through their portal in droves. [insect-like chattering] One of them patrols this area, menacing my allies…
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| ====Hall of the Exo King====
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| *'''Variks''': An ambitious follower of Eramis stalks these wastes. [inhales] He wishes to impress his Kell. [insect-like chattering] Bring Variks his head.
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] An Eliksni warrior hunts deserters. She brings their arms to Eramis as tribute. [insect-like chattering] End her.
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| *'''Variks''': [insect-like chattering] The House of Salvation sends a challenger. He searches for deserters. Destroy him.
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| *'''Variks''': [inhales] A powerful Eliksni haunts this place, loyal only to cruelty. Variks asks your help.
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| *'''Variks''': Ambitious Eliksni seek to prove themselves Kell-worthy. [insect-like chattering] One hopeful lurks here. Destroy him.
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| *'''Variks''': An old "friend" claims Europa as her hunting grounds. [insect-like chattering] Find her. Stop her careless bloodshed.
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| *'''Variks''': [inhales] An escaped Eliksni prisoner makes a new home here. Terrorizing my allies, yes? Kill him.
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| *'''Variks''': Rumors reach Variks. [inhales] An Eliksni warrior gathers troops nearby. [insect-like chattering] Stop them.
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| *'''Variks''': A Captain stalks this land. [insect-like chattering] Leaves a trail of destruction. Variks will pay you to kill her.
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| *'''Variks''': [wheezes] An old enemy is near. He is ruthless. Cruel. This target is personal, yes?
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| ==Court of Savathûn==
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| *'''Ghost''': The patrol beacon signal — it's garbled. The Hive must be jamming us. Fynch, think you can descramble this?
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| *'''Fynch''': Hey, even better! The decryption codes in these — I can use 'em to splice you into the Hive Ghost network. Hear some secrets. Hit 'em where it hurts! [Hacking Hive Ghost Network]
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| *'''Immaru''': I know you're eavesdropping, Neon Nerds. Nothing brings folks together like a common enemy. And you got a lot of enemies. Watch yer butts.
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| *'''Ghost''': Wait… I know that voice! He wasn't going by "Immaru" back when he was tormenting young Ghosts! Let's ruin his day!
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| ===Eight Million Tales in the City===
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| ====Introduction====
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| *'''Fynch''': So the Hive, they don’t like me sniffing around anything suspicious. Chased me off before I could scan anything, but… now I gotta know, y’know?
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| *'''Fynch''': Yeah, so, uh, I've been reading the perimeter reports I, uh… borrowed, and there's this… this thing. Might be a nothing. Might be a something. Check it out?
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| *'''Fynch''': The Hive's got something to hide, yeah? So… what we're gonna do is play some hide-and-seek!
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| *'''Fynch''': Okay, I looked over this spot near you earlier, and I didn't find anything, but I still got — I mean — [sighs] let's just call it a feeling? Give it a look for me?
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| *'''Fynch''': Yeah, I am hearing this, uh… chitchat in the Hive Ghost network. Sounds like a lead, yeah? But they're cagey about the details, so I need you to check it out?
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| ====Florescent Canal Border====
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| *'''Fynch''': Me and my flock, we got here when the Light was just cracking the sky open, like… like the old sky was a gray little shell the real world was hatching outta.
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| *'''Fynch''': I watched a lot of the Throne World reinvent itself from here. Makes you feel real small to see creation just dance, but… like, in a good way.
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| *'''Fynch''': I saw everything change from this spot, and… I don't really got a mystery here. Dangerous or not… it's pretty. And there's something in that, yeah?
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| *'''Fynch''': When Savathûn took the Light, the Throne World reshaped itself. It flexed and moved like a living thing. It was the biggest thing I've ever been a part of.
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| ====Florescent Tree====
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| *'''Fynch''': Huh, real clean cuts here. I'm thinking, yeah… someone's taking samples.
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| *'''Fynch''': Does it seem a little dim here? Yeah, I'm right! Illumination levels dip 2% near the shrub.
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| *'''Fynch''': The Hive, they don't name things that don't need to be conquered, like this plant. Grows everywhere, but… this is the only one in a planter.
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| *'''Fynch''': The seeds in this… yeah, yeah, they don't look right. It's probably like, what, kinda cross-pollinated with something new, maybe an invasive species?
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| *'''Fynch''': The fluff on these seeds… it's got nanostructures. Remind me of feathers on a bird of paradise. Hey, did you ever see one? It's like… like staring into midnight.
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| ====Florescent Canal Gate====
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| *'''Fynch''': So, I'm finding traces of Light in the gate mechanism, but… it's too tight for the Hive or a Guardian to squeeze in there.
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| *'''Fynch''': Whoa, hey, the ground is scorched here! Looks like… Hive fluids and Dark Ether. Air's ionized. Looks like the Hive and Scorn duked it out at this gate.
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| *'''Fynch''': Hmm, so the gate wasn't forced. A mechanical problem? Did the Scorn just, what, get lucky? I feel like if they were lucky, they wouldn't be Scorn.
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| *'''Fynch''': Scoring here… yeah, laser etching in binary. What is this… is it a poem? "Gore-sick peaches tumble out. Jam of crimson mud. Each hungry maw eats its fill."
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| ====Filament====
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| *'''Fynch''': It's just — looks, like, I'm not a decorator, but doesn't this corner already get enough light? It doesn't need a torch, but… it does overlook Hive supply lines.
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| *'''Fynch''': Oh, that filament — it's like a metamaterial. Soaks up everything from EM radiation to vibration. Now that? Yeah, that is a neat "all in one" little passive scanner.
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| *'''Fynch''': Yeah, it looks like normal Hive technology, but see? See? These scans show embedded Pyramid tech, so… that is not Savathûn-approved.
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| *'''Fynch''': So, it's a Hive torch, yeah? But it's pulsing exotic radiation on a predictable cycle. Yeah, it's out there, but I'm thinking it's a broadcast.
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| *'''Fynch''': Huh, the thermal signature's holding — oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa — that's a boson impactor, like a — like a bomb! So let's just look, but don't touch, yeah?
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| ====Hive Ruin====
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| *'''Fynch''': Yeah, the Hive Ghost network says this was a biotech lab. Eh, no more details. Could be a disgruntled employee? Ooh, or… a disgruntled project!
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| *'''Fynch''': Hmm, so traces of accelerants, yeah? But not a lot. No, no, no, this was already collapsing. You don't burn down a ruin except to hide what ruined it.
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| *'''Fynch''': So, you know what diatoms are? Algae that makes tiny little shells. They're from Earth, but there — there're shells, like, all over here, like an invasive species.
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| *'''Fynch''': These — these, uh, structural supports, the ribs? Yeah, scans are showing microactivities, like something started just… eating them.
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| *'''Fynch''': It's a skeleton of an old structure. Literally. Everything the Hive use — weapons, ships, buildings — it's all things they enslave and twist into a useful shape.
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| ====Miasma====
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| *'''Fynch''': There are WAY too many up quarks here. Not — not natural, yeah. I think something pried its way into the Throne World here from… outside?
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| *'''Fynch''': Well, I'm — I'm seeing some scales from, like, a Hive worm. But, uh… something's wrong with the growth wings. This little guy would have to be, like, a… a BILLION years old.
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| *'''Fynch''': Yeah, I'm finding — whoa, this is a lot of rounds buried in the mud. Are they ALL from Hive Shredders? Yeah. Huh, someone had a cool little fight.
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| *'''Fynch''': Oh, that's just cool! This woodgrain? Yeah, it shifts by 37 microns! It — it's like something just told half the log, "You live here now."
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| ====Florescent Pillar====
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| *'''Fynch''': Small traces of like, you know, plant roots, hair, mycelium. That's just weird. But it's infused with Darkness — like, a ludicrous amount of it.
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| *'''Fynch''': Huh, well, uh… this has been paved over, but the soil layers are disturbed, like something big was overturning the ground.
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| *'''Fynch''': Yeah, my scans are showing traces of exoskeleton, bone, teeth… just about everything you'd not want to lose if you were a Hive.
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| ====Florescent Statue====
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| *'''Fynch''': Most of this — what, palace? Fortress? — Most of it's old, but this labyrinth is all new. Like, maybe a year old?
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| ====Florescent Outpost====
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| *'''Fynch''': Yeah, these are traces of, uh, whatchamacallit, osmium dust? Too much to be chance. I'm guessing a lot of it moves through here.
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| *'''Fynch''': Oh, microetching by the window: series of numbers. Yeah, I can't decrypt it without a key, but it looks like maybe… uh, dates? Times?
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| *'''Fynch''': Ah, so it's adhesive. Mixed with traces of what looks like a morta-toxin — that's an exotic poison that affects the Hive. Super hard to make… I imagine.
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| *'''Fynch''': Give those chemical sensors a whiff, yeah? It's Dark Ether. Scorn use it to keep shambling along, but I'm picking up contaminants.
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| *'''Fynch''': Hmm, two sets of footsteps. Recent, too. They're moving casually. A Hive and a Scorn, maybe just having a nice little chat? Nope. No. Not likely. Someone's getting set up.
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| ===Combat===
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| *'''Immaru''': I know you're eavesdropping, Neon Nerds. Nothing brings folks together like a common enemy. And you got a lot of enemies. Watch yer butts.
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| *'''Immaru''': Eyes up, Thralls. It is a new day, and there's blood to spill. Go commit some indiscriminate mayhem.
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| *'''Immaru''': All right, my little antisocial arthropods. This is First Ghost Immaru talking. Get your act together, Hive, while those Scorn regroup. Tear things up, 'cause you know they're fixing to.
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| *'''Immaru''': Attention all Lucent Hive. Immaru here with your marching orders.
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| *'''Immaru''': Scorn are reinforcing. Good chance for us to do likewise before the Guardians counter — too late. They're coming your way.
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| *'''Immaru''': I know you're on my comms, Guardians. Make yourself useful and clear out some Scorn for me… unless you think they'll listen to reason.
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| *'''Immaru''': Listen up, glowbugs! You hold that position and watch for Human retaliation.
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| *'''Immaru''': Scorn are on the ropes and mad. Pull back and let the Guardians mop 'em up.
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| *'''Immaru''': Those little Dark Ether junkies are circling for a push against the Vanguard forces. Let 'em duke it out!
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| *'''Immaru''': Scouts say the Scorn are prepping a nasty hello for the Vanguard forces. Move in and mop up anything still twitching.
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| *'''Immaru''': Witches say this ritual is sensitive to "necrotic echoes." Translation: no dyin', no killin'… yet. Too many deaths, and the whole thing backfires.
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| *'''Immaru''': Having fun messin' with MY comms, Glitter Bombs? Let's see how much fun you have when my Hive peel you. Let's dance.
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| *'''Immaru''': Those florescent fleabags think they're gonna put together a cute little supply route. Take it apart.
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| *'''Immaru''': All right, my little antisocial arthropods. This is First Ghost Immaru talking.
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| *'''Immaru''': Guardians are carving a real dent in my chassis. Consider it open season on them, and don't come back 'til you killed plenty.
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| *'''Immaru''': Ley Line discharge is screwing with Hive comms. Hunker down 'til it passes… 'cause this is the kind of chaos Guardians love to exploit.
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| *'''Immaru''': Dispatching an extra patrol to help you thin the herds. Go get 'em!
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| *'''Immaru''': You little maggots suck it up and be ready for a Guardian counterattack.
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| *'''Immaru''': Scorn got some vendetta to settle with the Guardians. Stand back and let' em do our job for us.
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| *'''Immaru''': Those Scorn goons are everywhere nowadays. Think they're reinforcing. Thin 'em out!
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| *'''Immaru''': Scorn are digging in hard. Fall back and let the Guardians pound on 'em a while.
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| *'''Immaru''': The four-armed zombies are trackin' the Guardians back to wherever they came from. Those fluorescent fleabags better act fast.
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| ===Salvage===
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| *'''Immaru''': Listen up, Hive! Downed supply ship in your sector. Gonna be a free-for-all, so grab what you can!
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| *'''Immaru''': Attention all Lucent Hive. Immaru here with your marching orders.
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| *'''Immaru''': Supplies are thin all around. So take what you need, and if the Scorn and Guardians don't like it, tough.
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| *'''Immaru''': Guardian ammo cache went up like a fireworks show. [chuckles] Hope they have fun huntin' down new supplies.
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| *'''Immaru''': Hey, Gun-toting Lamp-maggot! I know you been listenin' in! By my last count, you got squat. But come close. My boys can spare a few rounds.
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| *'''Immaru''': Got your orders here from the head of our little Hive family… so listen up.
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| *'''Immaru''': So, the Guardians are on our channel, huh? Well, don't be afraid to show yerself. My Hive are even carrying presents for ya.
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| *'''Immaru''': Sendin' more supplies to your position. Feel free to shoot looters.
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| *'''Immaru''': I don't like how these Scorn think they're better than us, showin' off their fancy gear. Maybe I want someone to lighten them of that burden.
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| *'''Immaru''': Ya know, Neon Nerd, a well-stocked Scorn force is a much bigger pain in your backside than mine. Be good dogs and go fetch.
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| *'''Immaru''': What do you mean, the Scorn are scavenging the Vanguard supply line we hit? Stop 'em and take that crap back!
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| *'''Immaru''': Well, looks like Human tech can be augmented with some of these Scorn alloys. Keep 'em off it before the Guardians figure out the same.
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| *'''Immaru''': Scouts are telling me those glitter bombs are running outta ammo. Let 'em shoot themselves dry.
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| *'''Immaru''': Hey. Hive! I'm gettin' reports that the Scorn are stocking a secret bunker in your vicinity. Burn it before anyone can use it against us.
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| *'''Immaru''': Scorn just looted a Guardian stockpile near you. Go relieve them of that bounty before the Guardians take it back.
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| *'''Immaru''': Putting together some new supply lines. Protect 'em like like your lives depend on it.
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| *'''Immaru''': Human transport downed in your sector. Those florescent fleabags will be on the hunt for their supplies.
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| *'''Immaru''': Trusting you Thralls with these spare reagents. Keep 'em secure if those Humans show up.
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| *'''Immaru''': Those dayglow dunces will want some of the surplus you just looted from that Scorn convoy. So shoot first.
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| *'''Immaru''': Guardians'll want some of the surplus you just looted from that Scorn convoy. So shoot first.
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| *'''Immaru''': Those Scorn bastards just hit one of our tombs. Bring back whatever they swiped.
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| ===Scourge of the Scorn===
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| [Hacking Hive Ghost Network]
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| *'''Immaru''': Well, lookie here. We got eyes on a new Scorn Captain. Would be a shame if something happened to her.
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| *'''Immaru''': This new Scorn leader's killed so many, I'm thinking of making him an honorary Hive. I'll carve it on his tombstone… after one of you kill him.
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| *'''Immaru''': Okay, my little glowbugs. Daddy Immaru needs you all to pay close attention. Scorn got a specialist in your area carrying recon reports. I want those reports before the neon nerds can get 'em.
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| *'''Immaru''': It's been fun letting you listen in, Glitter Bombs. I'm sending your position to a Scorn Leader. No matter which one of you kills the other, I win.
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| *'''Immaru''': Scorn built themselves a command center. I want it torched, and their commander perforated. Not on my yard, ya zombies.
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| *'''Immaru''': The Scorn have moved a Captain to our front, and she's got a thirst for blood. Someone slake that thirst… with a bullet.
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| ===Send a Message===
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| [Hacking Hive Ghost Network]
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| *'''Immaru''': Meet up at these coordinates for assignments from Hive command. And keep an eye peeled. Those neon nerds come in shooting.
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| *'''Immaru''': Got a high-priority messenger passing through our territory. Keep those gun-toting lamp-maggots off of her.
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| *'''Immaru''': My little buddy is carving out a new stronghold. I want your jerks out there watching her back before these Guardians show up.
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| *'''Immaru''': All right, Lucent Hive. I'm sending you a specialist to deal with our little Guardian infestation. Let's end this.
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| *'''Immaru''': Dead soldiers. Dead Scorn. Your local Hive commander's a genuine war hero. Gonna bag himself a Guardian next, I hear.
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| *'''Immaru''': C'mon, Neon Nerds! We're both on the side of the Light here, yeah? Why dontcha come sit down with one of my guys? Promise they don't bite.
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| ===Mangle Some Muscle===
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| [Hacking Hive Ghost Network]
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| *'''Immaru''': I arranged a little blind date for ya, Guardian. Prettiest Hive you ever saw. Bring flowers, and don't be late.
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| *'''Immaru''': I'm assigning a big boy to help beef up Hive security around the fortress. I do hope those dayglow dunces try bustin' in now!
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| *'''Immaru''': New strike leader's an Ogre. Just lead her to any Guardians and let her do her magic.
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| *'''Immaru''': According to a little leak, you have been having Guardian problems. Sending in a "friend" to mop up… since you brine shrimp can't seem to manage.
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| *'''Immaru''': Throwing a specialist out there to reinforce the fortress guard. Let those miserable florescent fleabags come.
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| *'''Immaru''': Rogue Ogre! Anyone listening, move in and take her down!
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| ==The Derelict Leviathan== | | ==The Derelict Leviathan== |
| *'''Eris Morn''': These Nightmares have been drawn from the Moon by the Leviathan's siren song. The trauma that bore them into this world is anchored there, not here. They are lost. Perhaps even… confused, if such phantoms can experience emotion beyond the snapshot of pain they represent. We may be able to disperse them by resolving their associated traumas.
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| ====Introduction==== | | ====Introduction==== |
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| *'''Calus''': Once upon a time, I would enjoy watching blood sport with my Shadows. Loyal to the end to their friend, to his riches. My Shadows paved the way for my transcendence, and for that, I am eternally grateful. | | *'''Calus''': Once upon a time, I would enjoy watching blood sport with my Shadows. Loyal to the end to their friend, to his riches. My Shadows paved the way for my transcendence, and for that, I am eternally grateful. |
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| *'''Calus''': In my exile, I thought of the Leviathan as a prison. But what I have found while journeying has given me greater perspective. Do you hear that, Guardian? The Leviathan is breathing. Its veins pulse, its heart beats. This ship is alive, in so many ways.
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| *'''The Crow''': It's not actually alive, is it?
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| *'''The Crow''': Weird readings here. The power conduits below this spot have a reversed flow. The energy is behaving… strangely. I don’t know how to describe it.
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| *'''Calus''': The Leviathan is growing, changing, transforming. You are witnessing the death of one state of being… and the beginning of another. Terrible and beautiful new life will bloom from its carcass.
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| ====Throne Entrance====
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| *'''Calus''': One of these days, Guardian, we will meet face to face. There is an inevitability to our lives, the course of them. I merely hope that when we do, it is with one mind and one vision for the future. Not as enemies.
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| *'''The Crow''': People have made me similar offers before, and they never turn out well. For anyone.
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| *'''The Crow''': According to the Vanguard database, Calus' throne room is beyond these doors. And below it's some sort of… fabrication lab.
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| *'''Calus''': The heart of the Leviathan, yes. A forge where I replaced tired and imperfect flesh with gleaming steel and glittering jewels. But even those aspirations were misguided. I did not truly see until I slipped beyond the edge of our universe and… was witnessed.
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| *'''Calus''': Our last meeting beyond these doors was exhilarating, was it not? I wish you had been able to stay, to shed this… dead meat you inhabit. Perhaps in time, I can help you understand. All of this, it is temporary. Fleeting. It is not worth fighting for.
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| *'''The Crow''': That sounds a lot like cowardice. You're too afraid to lose, so you'd rather just give up.
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| ====Baths Statue====
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| *'''The Crow''': [chuckles] You think this statue is big enough?
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| *'''Calus''': That monument was forged from exotic matter mined from the heart of a neutron star. It was sculpted by one of my empire's finest artists. May he rest in peace. The material was highly radioactive, and in the end, it looked better plated in gold.
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| *'''Calus''': I once reveled here for hours on end, contemplating mysteries of the universe while soaking in these now-stagnant pools… Gorged on wines and fruits from across the empire, asking questions of the stars. Yet the truest question was one I could not think to ask.
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| *'''The Crow''': Going to take a while to get that image out of my head.
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| *'''The Crow''': Why is Calus showing us all this instead of Caiatl? Is he avoiding her?
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| *'''Calus''': You would do well to keep my daughter's name out of your mouth, whelp. She is not and never will be your concern. Caiatl will come to see things my way… in her own time.
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| *'''The Crow''': There's definitely something below us, a larger facility. I can't tell if it's still functional. On a scan, it looks like the hull folded in on itself.
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| *'''Calus''': My Leviathan has been changing, contorting itself into new shapes and forms both regal and majestic. I encourage you to stay around long enough to bask in the majesty of our transformations.
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| *'''Calus''': My cloning facilities below the baths are a labor of love. It took centuries to perfect their design. It has long been a point of personal pride that my Loyalists are handcrafted. Each meticulously engineered to exacting specification.
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| *'''The Crow''': I suppose that makes sense. I can't imagine anyone willingly serving you.
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| *'''The Crow''': I'm picking up something weird under the — wait. This isn't water. It's a protein slurry. There's Cabal DNA mixed in this and —
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| *'''Calus''': Ah, yes. I suppose calling these "baths" is a bit of a misnomer. They are built atop a cloning facility where my Loyalists are engineered. What you are standing in is the liquefied remains of failed experiments, which was fed to their unborn kin.
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| *'''Calus''': I remember a day when these lifts would rise, expelling new, perfectly engineered Cabal champions into my embrace.
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| *'''The Crow''': Perfectly? The way I hear it, most of them were failures, like the one you engineered to bear the Crown of Sorrow.
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| *'''Calus''': It is not failure, it is progress.
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| *'''The Crow''': Based on structural scans, this chain is part of a containment system that connects to a lab below us. It's too badly damaged to use. This must have been a deployment system. When whatever was engineered down there was finished, it was brought here.
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| *'''Calus''': These mechanisms no longer serve a purpose. My cloning facilities no longer serve a purpose. I have been shown… new horizons.
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| *'''The Crow''': I'm reading pieces of exterior hull fused with the machinery below this lift. I can't explain how the outside of the ship got in here.
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| *'''Calus''': When this ship passed beyond the threshold of our universe, the change had already begin. You are witnessing its growing pains. I can feel every bulkhead, every door, every pillar pulsing with new life. You understand, now, what I wanted to show you.
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| *'''Calus''': A once-glorious monument, now little more than a sunken head. All things decay and change. It is the nature of the universe. Entropy knows no master, walking hand in hand with the phantom of time. All things that exist are doomed to crumble. Only that which does not exist — which has never existed — is truly free. Contemplate this, my friend.
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| *'''The Crow''': Looks like Calus has seen better days.
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| *'''Calus''': There is an unplanned truth in the monument's depiction of my form. Just as I have let this statue crumble, so have I allowed myself to. This withered flesh is an inefficient vessel by which to explore the limits of sensation the universe allows. I wish for something new.
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| *'''Calus''': I imagine this is how Caiatl must see me. A crumbling monument to indulgence, long forgotten. It matters not. I gave my daughter everything she needed to succeed, and she returned the favor with a knife in my back. And yet, I continue to give her chance after chance. Hoping that, perhaps, she will see reason. That I only want what is best for her.
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| ====War Beast Statue====
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| *'''The Crow''': Huh. Cabal really do love their war beasts. I wonder if this was a specific one.
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| *'''Calus''': Milos, Caiatl's first war beast. I gifted it to her when she was just a girl. She was so very attached to it. Too attached. I had it butchered. It felt insulting for her to love an animal more than her father.
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| *'''Calus''': War beasts are celebrated part of Cabal culture. They were native to our homeworld, Torobatl… when such a world still existed. In my era, each war beast was bred to serve a specific handler from birth. The bond between war beast and soldier was profound. I assume Ghaul saw fit to change that, turning them into something that is a military asset and not a partner. A shame.
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| *'''The Crow''': War beast statue. Gold-plated and… can't tell what the material beneath is. Definitely radioactive, though. I wonder if Saladin has a war beast of his own, now that he's working with Caiatl? It's probably best that he's not here, though. With his history? [chuckles ruefully] I'd hate to see what Nightmare the Leviathan would create for him.
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| ====Garden Overlook====
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| *'''Calus''': They are majestic, are they not? These fungi are not unlike your world's mushrooms in how they live, how they breathe, how they grow. Their mycelial networks do not proliferate in soil, but rather spread like ethereal conduits between dimensions of space.
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| *'''The Crow''': This... sounds a lot like the Ley Lines in the Dreaming City. Is that possible?
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| *'''Calus''': Do you know these fungi are drawn to the unique psychological phenomena of death? The moment of true terror before life ends… the death of sentient beings fosters the growth of these fungi. Normally it takes centuries for them to spread like this, but…
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| *'''The Crow''': But Calus sacrificed countless lives to feed his pet project. This is horrifying.
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| *'''Calus''': I have become quite attached to this fungus since I discovered it on a world far from yours. It grew in great forests across the planet. Even here, infinitely far from where the first spore was harvested, they remain connected. Darkness is many things, Guardian. Many things.
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| *'''The Crow''': I'm sure Eris might find this information… insightful. But I'm a bit nervous about intelligent fungus that can think across the void of space.
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| ===Salvage===
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Abandoned and alone on the cold and lifeless Moon, this Nightmare recalls the feeling of being separated from something precious. We may be able to substitute a replacement.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': This Nightmare is born from an emotion of desperation and loss, and we may be able to dispel it by providing it with a substantial offering.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Loss and longing turned to desperation and panic. We will need to provide an offering to this Nightmare in order to provide it the desired catharsis.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Only an offering made in good faith will disperse this Nightmare, and its needs seem… specific. I believe I know where we could find a suitable substitution.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I have identified an offering that may have this Nightmare disperse. I have transmitted the telemetry to your Ghost.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': This Nightmare is lost here, an echo of Moon-born trauma. If we provide it with a suitable offering, it will find catharsis, and sublimate into the dark.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Like the ghost stores of old, this Nightmare haunts the Leviathan with unresolved affairs. If we provide it with a specific material offering, it may yet disperse.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': In order to disperse this Nightmare, we must find an offering to satiate its imprinted desire. I believe I have identified something that may serve our purposes.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': A material offering should provide this Nightmare with enough cognitive dissonance that it simply… ceases to be. It is the best we can hope for.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': We must find a suitable offering from among the resonant materials of the Leviathan. That should cause this Nightmare to disperse.
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| ===Combat===
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| *'''Eris Morn''': This Nightmare relives the trauma of a Guardian long since dead. Only violence will bring it the catharsis it yearns for.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': This Nightmare suffers in endless death at the hands of the Hive God Crota. Only further violence will lessen its pain.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I feel this Nightmare's agony and terror, a moment of death stretched across time. It will only be released by more violence… on another.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': This Nightmare is a snapshot of suffering, and only through inflicting more pain can we banish it from the Leviathan.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': A Guardian's fear of final death burned this Nightmare into the fabric of space. Now all it knows — all it will be satisfied by — is more pain.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': A Nightmare, drawn to the Leviathan, seeking the death of faceless enemies as a catharsis for its own suffering. It asks you to deliver such violence.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': So much pain, so much suffering. And yet it will only languish here unless we deliver its pain onto others. Such is the cycle.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I feel this Guardian's pain so clearly. The taste of bile in my mouth, the blind hunger for revenge. They want blood.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Fear of death compounding into resentment and hate of the living. This Nightmare desires death for others, and it will only fade if you deliver it.
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| ==Neomuna== | | ==Neomuna== |
