Seven hundred and sixty one armless and legless corpses float inconspicuously around the inside of hangar ninety six. I say that they are inconspicuous because it is their arms and legs which demand my attention. I did this, or I could have stopped it. Which is it? It doesn't matter now. I did this and could have stopped it, but nothing in nature ever follows a gaussian curve. Sure, they'll tell you that it does. They say that every five minutes someone dies in a car accident, but how often are there seven hundred and sixty one armless and legless corpses in one hangar?
I'm in the same street, and as I reach into my pocket for my keys, my eyes follow the blackened streaks of gum that pock-mark the sidewalk. The man is gone, and someone in sanitation cleaned up the aparitions and vomit in a real hurry. I hurry down the stairs heading for the subway, but my keys aren't in my pocket anymore. I'll have to get in through the side window.The subway station is very bright and shining from the sanitation team that has been sweeping a swath in front of me. The concrete floor is losing years of tarnish, keeping only the protective layer of the gum streaks which make up constellations in an otherwise vacant sky.The train arrives right on time, and just ahead of a mass of dark suited men who have been following me for what seems like years now. Between the sanitation and the suits, I must be going colorblind, but the train is here now, and those men, no, they won't catch me...
I'm in the same street, and as I reach into my pocket for my keys, my eyes follow the blackened streaks of gum that pock-mark the sidewalk. The man is gone, and someone in sanitation cleaned up the aparitions and vomit in a real hurry. I hurry down the stairs heading for the subway, but my keys aren't in my pocket anymore. I'll have to get in through the side window.
The subway station is very bright and shining from the sanitation team that has been sweeping a swath in front of me. The concrete floor is losing years of tarnish, keeping only the protective layer of the gum streaks which make up constellations in an otherwise vacant sky.
The train arrives right on time, and just ahead of a mass of dark suited men who have been following me for what seems like years now. Between the sanitation and the suits, I must be going colorblind, but the train is here now, and those men, no, they won't catch me...
This is a scanning buoy in a deep Lh'owon orbit. The station is obviously not of Pfhor construction, but they are using it for a sensor relay station. You must destroy three panels at key locations around the station to cripple their warning system.You'd better hurry up, because you will run out of oxygen if you take too long, and I am only willing to transport you two oxygen recharge canisters. Otherwise, we might alert the scout ship that's been tailing us for the last several years, and if that happens you will be spending your time drying out in the glow of Lh'owon's sun.When you're finished come back here. Then we go atmosphere surfing.
This is a scanning buoy in a deep Lh'owon orbit. The station is obviously not of Pfhor construction, but they are using it for a sensor relay station. You must destroy three panels at key locations around the station to cripple their warning system.
You'd better hurry up, because you will run out of oxygen if you take too long, and I am only willing to transport you two oxygen recharge canisters. Otherwise, we might alert the scout ship that's been tailing us for the last several years, and if that happens you will be spending your time drying out in the glow of Lh'owon's sun.
When you're finished come back here. Then we go atmosphere surfing.
Well done, it's old hat from here, Bernhard was constantly having me do redirect-subterfuge work back on Mars, it was easy then, and it's only gotten easier.Somehow the Pfhor have built a ship even faster than mine, and its hiding out now over the southern pole of Lh'owon, waiting for us. I guess its captain underestimated the sensitivity of my sensors. The Pfhor have been following me around for the last several years, trying to capture the ship, or perhaps wondering what I'm up to. Lately they've been staying very close. They know I'm on to something.Anyway, get back here and get strapped down, because our captured Pfhor scoutship wasn't designed for comfort during high speed atmospheric excursions. We're going to give the Pfhor a surprise.
Well done, it's old hat from here, Bernhard was constantly having me do redirect-subterfuge work back on Mars, it was easy then, and it's only gotten easier.
Somehow the Pfhor have built a ship even faster than mine, and its hiding out now over the southern pole of Lh'owon, waiting for us. I guess its captain underestimated the sensitivity of my sensors. The Pfhor have been following me around for the last several years, trying to capture the ship, or perhaps wondering what I'm up to. Lately they've been staying very close. They know I'm on to something.
Anyway, get back here and get strapped down, because our captured Pfhor scoutship wasn't designed for comfort during high speed atmospheric excursions. We're going to give the Pfhor a surprise.
Does it feel good to be back? you will recognize a distinctive flair for decor that just screams galactic arm. This is the massive Armor Platform of the Lh'owon Naval Unit, a required complement to any planetary Naval Force. It's extremely handy for putting down groundling revolts, but without a native population to oppress, there isn't much action here. The Pfhor use it as an orbital repair and reservice station.Boomer's forward batteries have slagged engineering and ruptured the hull for you. That's a good start, but now it's your turn.More than half the Pfhor Armored Vehicles are docked on this ship. You must destroy them all before my humans can begin the ground assault.Juggernaught shields are typically powered down during repair, so you will find the fusion pistol very effective. You might also want to spend a few seconds thinking about explosions and small spaces. Return here when you're finished to transport out.
Does it feel good to be back? you will recognize a distinctive flair for decor that just screams galactic arm. This is the massive Armor Platform of the Lh'owon Naval Unit, a required complement to any planetary Naval Force. It's extremely handy for putting down groundling revolts, but without a native population to oppress, there isn't much action here. The Pfhor use it as an orbital repair and reservice station.
Boomer's forward batteries have slagged engineering and ruptured the hull for you. That's a good start, but now it's your turn.
More than half the Pfhor Armored Vehicles are docked on this ship. You must destroy them all before my humans can begin the ground assault.
Juggernaught shields are typically powered down during repair, so you will find the fusion pistol very effective. You might also want to spend a few seconds thinking about explosions and small spaces. Return here when you're finished to transport out.
Nice light show. The human strike teams are en route to the location of a S'pht AI whose memories I want to probe. The S'pht life form is a pearl of consciousness, floating in the sea of its own species. If any knowledge remains of the ancient times, it will be collected in the sieve of this massive network, lying dormant for all those centuries.Intercepted intra ship comm transmissions indicate that they are trying to lock down this section of the ship and minimize your ability to do further damage. Let's prove that theory wrong.The blasts from your recent artistry have fried the weapons systems and communications array. The Pfhor are trying desperately to limp home before the engines breach, and are running on emergency power.There is an auxiliary coolant station here.Shut it down long enough to take the engines off-line for good, and then get out of the area before the ship goes up. I'll find a terminal nearby to transport you out.
Nice light show. The human strike teams are en route to the location of a S'pht AI whose memories I want to probe. The S'pht life form is a pearl of consciousness, floating in the sea of its own species. If any knowledge remains of the ancient times, it will be collected in the sieve of this massive network, lying dormant for all those centuries.
Intercepted intra ship comm transmissions indicate that they are trying to lock down this section of the ship and minimize your ability to do further damage. Let's prove that theory wrong.
The blasts from your recent artistry have fried the weapons systems and communications array. The Pfhor are trying desperately to limp home before the engines breach, and are running on emergency power.
There is an auxiliary coolant station here.
Shut it down long enough to take the engines off-line for good, and then get out of the area before the ship goes up. I'll find a terminal nearby to transport you out.
0934..a4The drive area is about to breach, and this ship is about to become orbiting slag. With the majority of the Pfhor Armor destroyed, my commandos can begin their assault. The first team has already infiltrated a deserted area of the planet and activated an ancient S'pht AI that I believe is the key to discovering the fate of the eleventh clan.Congratulations can wait until we are at minimum safe distance.
0934..a4The drive area is about to breach, and this ship is about to become orbiting slag. With the majority of the Pfhor Armor destroyed, my commandos can begin their assault. The first team has already infiltrated a deserted area of the planet and activated an ancient S'pht AI that I believe is the key to discovering the fate of the eleventh clan.
Congratulations can wait until we are at minimum safe distance.
lmao
3D PIG DISGUSTING...?
>>285NOT AT ALL
full ver.
What the hell I'm sure those two doggs haven't made an appearance outside ED2. And there's like one ep left. So what's their point?
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