"I must apologize for the inconvenience I must have caused you. A simple explorer from Paxius offers our masters little, but a warrior sent by Paxius? Another matter entirely.

"(Player), you must have many questions for us. I will keep this brief. I, and the rest of the Celestial Hand were part of what you know as the Kalthi Armada here in the depths. We broke away from Kalthi Command after discovering a relic dating from untold ages ago, not unlike the base you see outside now"

"It was an amazing feat, an entire artificial star powering a construct of immense proportions. This discovery put a rift in the Kalthi Command, many of us wished to use it to safeguard us from the UrQa. Others did not want us to pin our hopes on an alien star.

"Unknown to us, the construct was designed to transwarp everything around itself to its, and now our masters. We only learned this after its activation, bringing much of the Armada to unknown space. Only now have we returned to the depths."

"Some of us believe in the power of our masters and some wish to rejoin the Armada. The blasphemous rejoiners have called themselves the Empyreal Concord and have been fighting us and our masters with their automated ships."

"I understand that Paxius would want more information, especially about my ship. I am authorized to share more if you are willing to help us rid the depths of the Empyreal Concord. There may even be something in it for you."

"Good job (Player). I have taken the liberty to load your ship with some gear developed by the Celestial Hand."

"You are unsure of how to utilize the strange gear given to you by Prelude to light and return to request an explanation.
"Interesting, you do not understand how to our technology? I suppose we must have diverted too far from the Armada under the guidance of our masters, annoying as they were.

"Prelude to light appears to be wistful from your limited understanding of Kalthi expressions.

"They truely did care for us though, they gave us comforts the Armada never could have and ensured our survival. If only they were willing to crush the Empyreal Concord rebellion and did not laugh it off as a joke..."

"Oh! I must apologize again. These cycles have been extreme for those of us in the Celestial Hand. We have experienced more than we could ever imagine in a lifetime. Anyways, I am authorized to teach you how to use the gear I gave you."

"That is if you are willing to do more work for me and the Celestial Hand of course."

"Excellent! I will assign a few targets for you to defeat."

"I have a list of targets for you to eliminate. After you have defeated them all, you may choose any specialization to learn about."

"Good job (Player). As promised, here are a few tokens you may use for the ship's onboard neurotraining facilities. It is to the left of the pool and above the mind-casino."

"Unfortunately, I cannot give you as many tokens next time if you require more. You know, regulations and everything."

You leave, wondering why a warship of apparent Paxian design staffed by a single Kalthi warrior has any of the facilities mentioned.

"I have an odd list of targets for you to elminate. From what I understand, my masters had a premonition relating to a group of what you know as Delquadrakimdans."

"I do not know any other details about this task, either about what exactly my masters are concerned about nor where this group of Delquadrakimdans are located. You will have to find them on your own."

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"Ah, (Player). Welcome back, I see you are in need of more tokens."

"Here is another list of targets for you to eliminate. Come back when you are done."

"Impressive, at this rate the Concord might finally be running out of ships. Though I must apologize, I can only spare a single token due to supply and demand. Please come back later for more."

"Greetings, (Player). I see that you require more module designs. Please bring me some Empyreal Steel so I can repair the hull of the station."

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A strange looking humanoid robot with a vending machine for legs greets you. "Salutations (Player)! I am Preparer of Dusk, one of many robots on this fine warship. My scans indicate you need my neural mapping modules, and I need your tokens! Exchange?"

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