TRAVELLER KNOWLEDGE
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The Atlas cannot react. It does not react. It is all noise, yet it is wordless. Its voice is the entire universe.
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The Atlas created all life, and the Sentinels defended it, searching for anomalies within that creation. That they annih
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The Atlas cries out again.
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The Atlas is dying. It wants me to reset it, to plunge myself through its interface at the centre of the galaxy. But to
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The Atlas is unknowable. A mind too alien to comprehend.There is nothing to indicate it is even aware of my presence.
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The Atlas says nothing. The interface orb beats like a tremendous heart.
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The Atlas shows me the lost intelligence of Korvax Prime: thriving, falling.Waiting, blind and alone. Her children stran
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The Atlas was silent in the face of their sin. They would – zzkkt – hear the voice of God, and in their agony they would
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The Autophage flickers, dying sparks lighting up its eyes. Whatever information was preserved within its circuits is bur
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The Autophage is fired up by this choice of word. Their eyes glint vengefully.
Builders dialogue
The Autophage looks uncomfortable. They make a strange rasping sound, as though clearing their throat.
Builders dialogue
The Autophage meets my eyes curiously, but says nothing more.
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The Autophage's circuit cage sits alone, a last witness to whoever fled this camp.
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The Autophage seems genuinely pleased to speak with me. They enunciate their words slowly and clearly, hoping to convey
Builders dialogue
The Autophage stares at me inquisitively. Though their expression is difficult to read, they do not appear alarmed or ev
Builders dialogue
The Autophage where I found the last Construct schematic relayed a message of the void, of the abyss, of glass.
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The bespectacled alien ignores me. They seem preoccupied.
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The black box projects footage of the craft's final moments.
Warriors dialogue
The black box projects footage of the craft's final moments. Multiple Gek fighters surrounded the vessel, demanding that
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The black box projects the footage of the craft's final moments; engine failure leading to a crash landing, but gives no
Warriors dialogue
The black box reveals that this vessel once belonged to a Traveller. They appear to have ingested infectious matter whil
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The black box reveals the ship is stained with the blood of at least two species. Vy'keen warriors pursued the pilot acr
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The Blight's Treasure Chest
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The blood of Artemis is data, the heart its glitch. I can help you retrieve them both.
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the blueprint is an invitation. a rare gift for a prebuilt-entity, but i think you are different. you are a disruptor.
Builders dialogue
The bodies of two pilots lie slumped across either side of the ship's interior.
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The Book of Hirk speaks of the rise of the Travellers. They shall ascend, delving into the boundless void. The Vy'keen s
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The Boundary
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The bulky alien glares as I approach, trying to turn their grimace into a smile but failing even at this. They seem unha
Warriors dialogue
The bulky alien glares as I approach, trying to turn their grimace into a smile but failing even at this. They seem unha
Warriors dialogue
The buzz and pop of static surrounds this structure. Placing my hand against it, I discover a section which is oddly ins
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The Captain looks at me happily, almost relieved. Perhaps the burden of command had become too much for them?
Warriors dialogue
The captain looks at me with respect. My actions in battle clearly made an impression.
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The carapace is lifeless. This shell is badly damaged, and uninhabitable in its current state. The unique entity that on
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The cargo hold is a sentinel graveyard: dozens of charred drones of various shapes and sizes lie stacked in a giant heap
Warriors dialogue
The centre – the centre of each galaxy – it's the ATLAS. It's – kzzkkt – all else just interfaces – kzzkkt – all else a
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The chase is over, and I have lost – kzzttt – the giants will endure, and I will end.
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The Choir of Freedom
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The Chromatic Metal, friend, do you have it?
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The cockpit is adorned with the trophies of dead creatures, perched on every available surface. At the controls sits a t
Warriors dialogue
The cockpit is pristine, devoid of damage save for that caused by the deceased pilot's impact against the control panel.
Explorers dialogue
The communications relay holds a message of your own. Message follows:
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The computer plays a series of fragmented videos, recordings that could not have been made with any normal camera.
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The Conqueror
Traders dialogue
The constructed lifeform offers me a handful of Atlantideum. They handle the substance delicately, reverently, as though
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The Construct gazes at me passively. Whatever approximation of life inhabits this shell, they seem reasonably content ab
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The Construct has no mind. It is only a shell. I wonder, does the distinction matter to the Atlas? Does it even see the
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The Construct is not yet complete. Their shell shapes them, but it does not define them. There must be a spark.
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