Drones swarm... get away, weak interloper!

Touch the air

I stretch towards the space %NAME% is watching so warily. Unsurprisingly, my hand passes through thin air. In a panic, as though to protect me, they grab my wrist and pull it down. Whatever they believe they see, they are convinced of its danger.

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• The Vy'keen looks increasingly ill. A fresh wave of nausea threatens to overtake them, but their suit intervenes, allowi

Aim Multi-Tool at air

I unholster my Multi-Tool and attempt to aim directly at the spot %NAME% is watching. They seem relieved to see the invisible threat addressed - then reel backwards, blinking rapidly.

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• The Vy'keen looks increasingly ill. A fresh wave of nausea threatens to overtake them, but their suit intervenes, allowi

Snap them out of it

I shake %NAME% by the shoulders, trying to rattle the delusion from them. There is a resounding smack as the Vy'keen's fist collides with my chest. This disorientation doesn't seem to have dulled their aggression, or their strength.

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• The Vy'keen looks increasingly ill. A fresh wave of nausea threatens to overtake them, but their suit intervenes, allowi

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