Name looks positively horrified, backing away the unwanted contact. Their opinion of the ramshackle crowd around us se

Warriors dialogue

Name looks positively horrified, backing away the unwanted contact. Their opinion of the ramshackle crowd around us seems to suddenly improve, by contrast.

Dialogue choices

Offer mordite

The Vy'keen chuckles, as though the sight of the morbid compound evokes some sentimental memory for them. They pop a handful of crystals into their mouth and begin to chew. The resultant crunching - like shattering molars - is enough to send a shudder down my spine, but the diversion pleases the elderly Vy'keen. Apparently moved by my kindness, they offer a small gift in return.

Continue dialogue

Name greets me with a swift salute, waiting courteously for me to dismiss them.

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Ask for a story

%NAME% pats their weapon, looking misty-eyed. We lack the common tongue for complex dialogue, but - happy to share - they deliver their story via a methodical sequence of grunts, gestures and holograms. It is slow, but surprisingly engaging. They describe what must be centuries of war against the Sentinels. Countless comrades have fallen, but while each unique Vy'keen life is irreplaceable, the machines seem infinite. Unaffected by individual losses. Now in their twilight years, %NAME% is seizing their final chance to find and destroy the source of the Sentinel force. They are only machines, and must be assembled somewhere. They must be. The elderly Vy'keen sighs. Their gruffness softens as they re-evaluate the Vy'keen crowd around us, each life precious. They thank me for listening, and give me something to further my own journey.