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The scraps of hull glitter with a strange static energy. I become aware of a sickly smell. It comes in waves, peaking wi

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The scraps of hull glitter with a strange static energy. I become aware of a sickly smell. It comes in waves, peaking with each burst of the static. The odour is like that of burning proteins: scorched hair or fur or fingernails.

Trying to ignore the burning stench, I listen to the static's demands: a certain material from this planet will stabilise the disturbance. I should provide this resource, or I, too, may be devoured.

Dialogue choices

Offer materials

As the materials dissolve away, the stink of cooked protein lessens slightly, though doesn't quite dissipate. The static also subsides, and I accept I have done all I can here.

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Race
None
Options
2
Progressive
Yes
Interaction Type
None
Requires Scan Event
SE_MP_PORTALQUEST_RIFT_SHIP3
Interaction Category
Default

Connections (2)