Touch the ship
I reach out and touch the ship. As I lift my hand, a string of gooey ichor stretches between my fingertips and the hull. The coppery smell of the swarmer fluid is intoxicating. This swarmer shell must be overflowing with it...
The swarmer twitches helplessly, looping its final moments. There is nothing threatening about it now.
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- Race
- None
- Options
- 2
- Progressive
- Yes
- Public Subtitle
- None dialogue · Variant 1
- Interaction Type
- None
- Identity Collision
- Yes
- Requires Scan Event
- Interaction Category
- Default
- Provenance Disambiguation
- ?D_S22_PARTY
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