Select bloodied runes
As I scan the runes, I feel a deep-seated roar rattle around my mind. A word sears itself into my brain, the language of a distant warrior race.
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Traders dialogue
Despite the warnings sounding out across the facility, the terminal remains open and ready for commerce. A brief introductory message blinks on the screen.
Friend! Know language, know commerce! Units buy knowledge! Choose Vy'keen, choose Korvax or choose a refresher in the language of the benevolent Gek!
Three columns of words endlessly scroll on-screen, each in a strange alphabet. Bloodied runes scratched in sand, a precise sequences of dots, and a hand-written font full of exclamatory punctuation.
As I scan the runes, I feel a deep-seated roar rattle around my mind. A word sears itself into my brain, the language of a distant warrior race.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
The dots race across the screen, an elegant, dancing pattern. I settle into the rhythm, and suddenly feel a burst of comprehension.A word sears itself into my brain. I feel altered by the process.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
I feel a chittering glee as I scan the words the terminal presents. My other senses are affected, and I feel almost as if I could smell the language. Suddenly, a word sears itself into my brain, a fragment of Gek speech.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
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