The warrior is tracking the paths of hundreds of warships across a galactic map, all converging on the same planetary sy

Warriors dialogue

The warrior is tracking the paths of hundreds of warships across a galactic map, all converging on the same planetary system. This does not bode particularly well for the system in question, which appears to be populated by beaked traders of some variety.

Grah! Fuel! I need fuel to join my brothers in honourable war! Death! Death!

A course plotted by the warrior itself has come up short. They cannot make the complete journey. They slam their fist against the terminal and howl until spittle flecks my visor.

Dialogue choices

Give fuel

The warrior yelps out three joyful barks. Looking around for something to give in exchange, they extract an upgradule module from their Multi-Tool. They hand it over with great ceremony.

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