Contact (Seasonal Public Event) on Io

Name: Contact on Io
URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8Q_bWoIvi4&t=595s
Recorded: 2020.06.15

Transcript:

++ Echo Mesa, Io

** The Guardian deploys a containment bank underneath a Pyramid Scale and joins other Guardians to charge the Seed of Silver Wings with Darkness.

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Do you see the gravity here, Guardian? A sullen pit that sinks to spoil. The Pyramids bring entropy, and we will restore order.
}

OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The great game is in motion. Charge the Seed so that we may commune once more with the Dark.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The Pyramid reaches out. Contain it!
}

*** // OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The Seed’s corruption is a necessity, and a deed better left in noble hands. See it done.
}

*** // OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: You are our hand in the field, Guardian. Charge the Seed so that we may interpret the Darkness’s intentions.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Time to be good guys. Dark up, kick in some teeth, and bank those Motes! WOO!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: So this is the plan. All right… bank down.
Eris Morn: If we tap this font of power, others will come to challenge. Collect whatever Darkness they hold.
Drifter: Hey, Hero. Ready for a gunfight?
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: That Pyramid cuts a sinister figure. Too bad your Golden Age basket case couldn’t pull the trigger.
Eris Morn: The Warmind’s fall was unsettling. The Darkness would not have approached had Rasputin been a credible threat. We were fools to expect anything less.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: What do you think your competitors want with all this Darkness?
Eris Morn: Power. One last gasp before they fade into obscurity.
Drifter: Pretty grim
Eris Morn: Invaders, typically, are not afforded pity.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: A whole lotta incoming. Hey, Moondust, you got anything for this?
Eris Morn: They seek strength as we do. Though they lack the constitution to control it.
Drifter: Constitution. I like the way you talk.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Bank firing in. Kid, you’re on deck.
Eris Morn: Guardian. Our foes mean to interrupt our work. Cut them down.
Drifter: Ooh, Moondust, you’ve got a mean streak. [laughs]
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Showtime! Signals going haywire all around ya.
Eris Morn: The Darkness tempts our aggressors with promises of power. Are they fodder? An offering to our cause?
Drifter: Never seen a free meal, and I’ve been around a long time.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Bank down! Ring that dinner bell. Stretch. Soup’s on.
Eris Morn: Io is a sacred place, not a slop hall for haggard buzzards.
Drifter: World’s just bones on bones. Been like that forever.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The denizens of this world swarm to stake their claims. Show them what comes from their recklessness.
Drifter: Lady… you are freaky. Drifter like.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Vanguard tussled with this on the Moon, right? Should be easy.
Eris Morn: This is different. The Nightmares were simply an interpretation. What we have before us is the source, directly viewed, and not to be underestimated.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Ah, that Seed’s bringing in all sorts of funk. Bogeys. Inbound!
Eris Morn: We cannot lose this position, Guardian. Savathûn’s clutches tighten if we hesitate.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Your big blue boss looks rattled, brother. I’d be worried.
Eris Morn: Commander Zavala has far more to orchestrate than a back-alley brawl, rat.
Drifter: All right. All right. Just… looking out.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Mini-bank in transit. You’re up, brother.
Eris Morn: Staunch the flow of Darkness, Guardian.
Drifter: And keep 'em off my bank. Paint’s barely dry.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: You know the rub. Bank those Motes… and snag one for ol’ Drifter.
Eris Morn: Absolutely not.
Drifter: All right. Your show, Moondust.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Savathûn seeks to disrupt. Work with purpose, before there is nothing left to salvage.
Drifter: Salvage ain’t so bad.
Eris Morn: There’s still space on the outskirts, Drifter, should you wish to observe rather than act.
Drifter: Maybe I’ll save you a spot.

*** // OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: You did well to find this point of infestation.
Drifter: Yeah, but something’s not right here.
Eris Morn: The Darkness changes its environment as the Traveler did.
Drifter: Sounds peachy.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Ghost: Scans are all over the place. I can’t get a lock on anything.
Eris Morn: Savathûn obscures our vision. Fear not the Witch Queen’s tricks, Little Light.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Ghost: I envy you, Eris. You don;t have to feel the Darkness tugging at your core.
Eris Morn: I feel their hooks… at every moment, Little Light.
Ghost: Then you know why we have to win.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Our attempt at alignment has drawn attention.
Ghost: Understood, Eris. Let’s charge up the Seed and get out of here.
}

** The Guardian deposits Motes of Dark into the containment bank. Taken appear and attack the bank.

// OPTIONAL
{
The Guardian defeats a Champion and deposits a Bloom into the bank.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Taken! Destroy them, Guardian.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Pawns of the Witch Queen! Protect the contraption!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Savathûn’s pets swarm our containment unit!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Taken scouts. Wipe them away before Savathûn takes notice.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Hey, those aren’t my Taken. Get them off my gear!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Taken blocking my gear! Clear 'em out!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Bank’s cut off, partner. Sweep it clean!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Bank offline! Taken signatures all over it.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Hey… HEY! Taken stooges are messing up my bank!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Ghost: Sterile neutrinos? Taken! On the bank!
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Ghost: Picking up Taken signals. They’re on the bank!
}

** The Guardian deposits more Motes of Dark into the bank. Taken Will of Quria appears.

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
The Guardian prevents the Taken from capturing Blooms from the bank. Taken Pyromaster, Taken Monstrosity, or Taken Howler appears.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Savathûn… our actions have sent reverberations through her web. Prepare yourself, Guardian. This battle is not over.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: They come for the Seed. Savathûn commands great strength to wield Quria so. The Seed must survive. Fight well.
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Eris Morn: Guardian, the Taken draw power from nearby infestations of Darkness. They must not stop us now.
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Eris Morn: The witch sends a sword. Brash. Is this desperation or a show of strength?
}

*** // OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Eris Morn: She has found us! Drawn to the coalescing Dark. Stand fast!
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Drifter: Hey, hotshot. Big nasty Taken headed your way. Keep that bank in one piece.
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Drifter: Picking something up… Those are Taken signatures. You’ve got incoming.
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Drifter: Eh, something’s jamming the signal. Ooh, you’ve got company. Slug it out a bit. Gonna get a frickin’ wrench.
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Drifter: Taken energy spiking.
Eris Morn: New growths, Guardian. They sustain this Taken monstrosity. Break them.
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Drifter: Something big’s moving in.
Eris Morn: The Witch Queen’s wretched marionette, and upon its tongue, her violent regards.
}

*** // OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardians activate the Heroic Public Event
Eris Morn: Pull back your contraption. The Taken have found us!
Drifter: You can either start chanting or buy me a few minutes. Let Drifter work!
}

** The Guardians defeat Savathûn’s Taken and the Pyramid Scale departs.

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Free and clear. Nice.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Sure is a lot of bluster just to show up and want a chat. Take a tip from your ol’ pal, Drifter. When someone’s talking, don’t watch their mouth. Ya dig?
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: It’s no wonder those City chumps talk you up all the time. But we go way back. Might even rattle off a few boasts myself. “Yeah, I know the Hero. Came up under ol’ Drifter’s wing running Gambit!” Ah. Rolls right off the tongue. Probably plays great with a tune.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: It did not take them long to arrive once the Undying Mind was slain. They were close. Bearing witness. Perched along our borders with patient determination… and we did nothing.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The Pyramid on the Moon was a herald, of that I am sure. Thanks to your efforts, we will soon know more of their message.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: We find ourselves one turn closer to an unveiling. The message clarifies, but one page is not enough. We will need volumes.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The Jovian monarch… its steady presence falters against the Pyramids: pushed away on gentle ripples. Darkness burrows into the cosmic fabric here, emanating distance and entropy. This is not a product of design. It is their nature to divide.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The Pyramids cast wide shadows. I sometimes find myself adrift in them. Eriana would tell me: A Light can never be lost, for they are the beacons by which others find their way.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: The Seed wilts. Do you feel it? See it bleach against grander purpose? A cost to all things, Guardian. Debts paid.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Savathûn’s incantations break momentarily, but there is still much to uncover. You have done well to empower the Seed, Guardian.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Well done. Our answer draws even nearer.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: I wonder what Saint-14 would do if we unleashed him on the Pyramids. He never did get to face his army of Darkness.
Drifter: Seems like a lot of effort just to kill a man twice.
Eris Morn: Perhaps it is better to leave him atop his Lighthouse sifting wheat from chaff.
Drifter: Rough deal for the chaff.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Vanguard came to me pretty quick when they couldn’t find Osiris.
Eris Morn: Hmm.
Drifter: You should have heard the offers I turned down.
Eris Morn: Is that so? Of all the vaults in the City, none held any value for you?
Drifter: That’s the problem with you Guardians. So materialistic.
Eris Morn: And yet, here you are.
Drifter: Keeping my ear to the ground.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Mini-bank’s brimmin’. Lay low for a bit, kid. You’re starting to draw some heat.
Eris Morn: Clearing some space in your doomsday shelter already? Aren’t you tired of cowering under floorboards, relying on hope and prayers?
Drifter: No bother. Right insolation. A good blanket.
Eris Morn: Why are you not there now?
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: So… what? Is it the eyes? They give you space magic? Pact with the devil?
Eris Morn: Why?
Drifter: Small talk. Common curio. Hot gossip is you’re wishing on a star. All the rage these days.
Eris Morn: The stars whisper your name, Germaine. Truth seeks you.
Drifter: I’m as true as they come.
Eris Morn: And yet, I see only the meretricious rogue.
Drifter: Don’t cuss at me.
Eris Morn: Hmm.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: You know… I’m taking odds on how this all shakes out.
Eris Morn: Under the presumption that you’d survive long enough to pay the dividends?
Drifter: Heh, Drifter gets by.
Eris Morn: Like rats on sinking ships.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: To pull the Darkness from our foes… It is not an act I take lightly. We have no other choice but to align the Seed.
Drifter: Hmph. Funny.
Eris Morn: Go on.
Drifter: Warlords used that line all the time. Dark Age ideas die hard, I guess.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Sharp shooting. You’re all topped off. Time to scoot.
Eris Morn: Return to us when you have intercepted another message. Savathûn cannot deny us together.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: Something has shifted. Io is not as it was before.
Drifter: No kidding. Look in the sky.
Eris Morn: It’s the life that once was. It is pale. Gaunt. In retreat.
Drifter: Sounds like retreat’s the right idea.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: [sighs] That Awoken is yelling at me again.
Eris Morn: I’ll speak with him. He’s… in a foul mood.
Drifter: His own fault. Never seen a man choose to die slow.
Eris Morn: He chose to find a way to live.
Drifter: Nah, just took him a while to realize he’s bleeding out.
Eris Morn: You know a great deal about biding time, don’t you?
Drifter: You and me both, Moondust. Peas in a pod.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Uh, Moondust… you ever get a look inside that Pyramid?
Eris Morn: I know enough to say Asher Mir is wrong.
Drifter: Spill.
Eris Morn: He theorized several versions of their composition, destructive capabilities, numbers. As terrifying as Asher’s theories seemed at the time, he never imagined a scenario in which they came in peace.
Drifter: Put a gun in a man’s hand, he’ll start looking for a fight.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Inspired heroics. I’m all riled.
Eris Morn: I didn’t take you as the type to swoon.
Drifter: Kid reminds me of Wei Ning. Nothing wrong with a little white hat every now and then.
Eris Morn: She was a treasure. You knew her?
Drifter: Had to pay her tab a few times. Cleared me out.
Eris Morn: She did possess great ambition.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Clean up and move out.
Eris Morn: Well done. Savathûn’s hold loosens ever so slightly.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Eris Morn: When we decipher the next message, I will inform the Hidden. Together, we will make sense of the Pyramid’s arrival.
Drifter: Want me to run it by ol’ Rey Rey?
Eris Morn: Ikora leads the City in siege preparations. She hasn’t time to speak.
Drifter: Fair enough. Sheepdogs just bark.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Lots of maintenance frames sweeping down here.
Eris Morn: Our work has produced more foot traffic, more dust, I’m sure.
Drifter: Feels more like someone spying.
Eris Morn: Zavala can… tend towards micromanagement.

// OPTIONAL
{
Zavala: Guardian, siege preparations are… they’re ongoing. What is your status?
Ghost: I’d say we’re close to uncovering another message, Commander.
Zavala: The Tower’s resources are stretched thin. I trust you’ll maintain our front agaisnt the Pyramids.
Ghost: We won’t let you down.
}

// OPTIONAL
{
Drifter: Got a visitor… again. Hey, Cue Ball, got some time to kill?
Zavala: I was passing by.
Drifter: Not checking in on anyone?
Zavala: No.
Drifter: Someone special?
Zavala: Send me your report. Today.
}

// OPTIONAL {
// NOTE If the Guardian fails to complete the Public Event
Drifter: Things aren’t going our way, pal. I’m calling my gear back before it gets too banged up. Get outta there.
}

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I found a video with a ton of other lines. We could use it as a guide for what we need to find.

Start

Eris Morn: The Seed’s corruption is a necessity, and a deed better left in noble hands. See it done.

Ghost: Scans all over the place. I can’t get a lock on anything.
Eris Morn: Savathûn obscures our vision.Fear not the Witch Queen’s tricks, Little Light.

Drifter: That pyramid cuts a sinister figure. Too bad your Golden Age basket case couldn’t pull the trigger.
Eris Morn: The Warmind’s fall was unsettling. The Darkness would not have approached had Rasputin been a credible threat. We were fools to expect anything less.

Eris Morn: The great game is in motion. Charge the Seed so that we may commune once more with the Dark.

Drifter: Showtime! Signals going haywire all around ya.
Eris Morn: The Darkness tempts our aggressors with promises of power. Are they fodder? An offering to our cause?
Drifter: Never seen a free meal, and I’ve been around a long time.

Drifter: So this is the plan? All right… bank down.
Eris Morn: If we tap this font of power, others will come to challenge. Collect whatever Darkness they hold.
Drifter: Hey, Hero. Ready for a gunfight?

Drifter: Bank down! Ring that dinner bell. Stretch. Soup’s on!
Eris Morn: Io is a sacred place, not a slop hall for haggard buzzards.
Drifter: World’s just bones on bones. Been like that forever.

Drifter: A whole lotta incoming. Hey, Moondust, you got anything for this?
Eris Morn: They seek strength, as do we. Though they lack the constitution to control it.
Drifter: Constitution. I like the way you talk.

Eris Morn: Guardian -
Drifter: Transmat firing! Watch your limbs.
Eris Morn: Good luck.

Drifter: What do you think your competitors want with all this Darkness?
Eris Morn: Power. One last grasp before they fade into obscurity.
Drifter: Pretty grim.
Eris Morn: Invaders, typically, are not afforded pity.

Eris Morn: You did well to find this point of infestation.
Drifter: Yeah, but something’s not right here.
Eris Morn: The Darkness changes its environment as the Traveler did.
Drifter: Sounds peachy.

Eris Morn: Our attempt at alignment has drawn attention.
Ghost: Understood, Eris. Let’s charge up the Seed and get out of here.

Drifter: Time to be good guys. Dark up, kick in some teeth, and bank those Motes! WOO!

Taken Assault (Blockers)

Ghost: Picking up Taken signals. They’re on the bank!

Activate Heroic Public Event

Eris Morn: She has found us! Drawn to the coalescing Dark. Stand fast!

Drifter: Eh, something’s jamming the signal. Ooh, you’ve got company. Slug it out a bit. Gonna get a frickin’ wrench.

Eris Morn: The witch sends a sword. Brash. Is this desperation show of strength?

Eris Morn: Guardian, the Taken draw power from nearby infestations of Darkness. They must not stop us now.

Drifter: Picking up something… Those are Taken signatures. You’ve got incoming.

Drifter: Hey, hotshot. Big nasty Taken headed your way. Keep that bank in one piece.

Eris Morn: Pull back your contraption. The Taken have found us!
Drifter: You can either start chanting or buy me a few minutes. Let Drifter work!

Drifter: Something big’s moving in.
Eris Morn: The Witch Queen’s wretched marionette, and upon its tongue, her violent regards.

Event Failure

Drifter: Not used to seeing you come up short, Hero. Better luck next time.

Eris Morn: We cannot hold this position any longer without risking our work. Take what we have and leave. We are not able to win every engagement. There will be another chance, of that I’m sure.

Eris Morn: Bah! There’s no point continuing this attempt. Regroup. There’s more battles to come.

Drifter: That’s enough for now. We’ll come back when things calm down.

Drifter: Bank’s getting dinged up. This is a lost cause, brother. Scoot, and we’ll try again when things aren’t so hot.

Event Complete

Eris Morn: We find ourselves one turn closer to an unveiling. The message clarifies, but one page is not enough. We will need volumes.

Drifter: It’s no wonder those City chumps talk you up all the time. But we go way back. Might even raffle off a few boasts myself. “Yeah, I know the hero. Came up under ol’ Drifter’s wing running Gambit!” Ah! Rolls right off the tongue. Probably plays great with a tune.

Drifter: You know… I’m taking odds on how all this shakes out.
Eris Morn: Under the presumption that you’d survive long enough to pay the dividends?
Drifter: Heh, Drifter gets by.
Eris Morn: Like rats on sinking ships.

Eris Morn: The Pyramid on the Moon was a herald, of that I am sure. Thanks to your efforts, we will soon know more of their message.

Eris Morn: The Pyramids cast wide shadows. I sometimes find myself adrift in them. Eriana would tell me: A Light can never be lost, for they are the beacons by which others find their way.

Drifter: Sharpshooting. You’re topped off. Time to scoot.
Eris Morn: Return to us when you have intercepted another message. Savathûn cannot deny us forever.

Eris Morn: Savathûn’s incantations break momentarily, but there is still much to uncover. You have done well, but there is still so much to uncover. You have done well to empower the Seed, Guardian.

Drifter: Hell of a sight out there. Real… something.
Eris Morn: Our sorrows are winds and storms, rat. Violent. But passing.
Drifter: Uh, that names gets around.
Eris Morn: It’s a title.

Zavala: Guardian, siege preparations are… they’re ongoing. What is your status?
Ghost: I’d say we’re close to uncovering another message, Commander.
Zavala: The Tower’s resources are stretched thin. I’ll trust you’ll maintain our fronts against the Pyramids.
Ghost: We won’t let you down.

Drifter: So… what? Is it the eyes? They give you space magic? Pact with the devil?
Eris Morn: Why?
Drifter: Small talk. Common curio. Hot gossip is you’re wishing on a star. All the rage these days.
Eris Morn: The stars whisper your name, Germaine. Truth seeks you.
Drifter: I’m as true as they come.
Eris Morn: And yet, I see only the meretricious rogue.
Drifter: Don’t cuss at me.
Eris Morn: Hmm.

Eris Morn: The Jovian monarch… its steady presence falters against the Pyramid; pushed away on gentle ripples. Darkness burrows into the cosmic fabric here, emanating distance and entropy. This is not a product of design. It is their nature to divide.

Eris Morn: To pull Darkness from our foes… It is not an act I take lightly. We have no other choice but to align the Seed.
Drifter: Hmph. Funny.
Eris Morn: Go on.
Drifter: Warlords used that line all the time. Dark Age ideas die hard, I guess.

Here’s the source of my videos: https://mega.nz/folder/WthjRRwA#YkniC0k8MUR96Ow3yRrvlA
I can then merge with yours when we’re ready to publish.

So, I got some more clips, re-uploaded another video, and added some more to the OP and kept in the ones you have so far. We’ll still need to combine clips together, but for now, I say we keep hunting this week. Here’s what we still need to look out for:

Start/Join Event

Drifter: So this is the plan? All right… bank down. Eris Morn: If we tap this font of power, others will come to challenge. Collect whatever Darkness they hold. Drifter: Hey, Hero. Ready for a gunfight?

Drifter: A whole lotta incoming. Hey, Moondust, you got anything for this? Eris Morn: They seek strength, as do we. Though they lack the constitution to control it. Drifter: Constitution. I like the way you talk.

Drifter: Time to be good guys. Dark up, kick in some teeth, and bank those Motes! WOO!

Event Completion

Eris Morn: The Pyramids cast wide shadows. I sometimes find myself adrift in them. Eriana would tell me: A Light can never be lost, for they are the beacons by which others find their way.

Drifter: It’s no wonder those City chumps talk you up all the time. But we go way back. Might even raffle off a few boasts myself. “Yeah, I know the hero. Came up under ol’ Drifter’s wing running Gambit!” Ah! Rolls right off the tongue. Probably plays great with a tune.

Drifter: Hell of a sight out there. Real… something. Eris Morn: Our sorrows are winds and storms, rat. Violent. But passing. Drifter: Uh, that names gets around. Eris Morn: It’s a title.

Event Failure

Drifter: Not used to seeing you come up short, Hero. Better luck next time.

Eris Morn: We cannot hold this position any longer without risking our work. Take what we have and leave. We are not able to win every engagement. There will be another chance, of that I’m sure.

Eris Morn: Bah! There’s no point continuing this attempt. Regroup. There’s more battles to come.

Drifter: That’s enough for now. We’ll come back when things calm down.

Drifter: Bank’s getting dinged up. This is a lost cause, brother. Scoot, and we’ll try again when things aren’t so hot.

I’m not too concerned with the Failure Dialogue but I’ll still try to get as much as I can.

Updated the post - two things to know:

  • I re-organized sections by Monologues and Dialogues so that we could identify what lines are only from Eris, Drifter, etc.
  • I found stuff for your previous sources, so I have those sources now as well. Anything previously from you that I don’t have is marked with *** for now, just so it’s easier to track.

Here’s the dialogue to keep an eye out for and with a Pyramid going to Titan next week, there’s probably going to be some new lines as well, just a guess. I’m not too worried about fail dialogue personally, since it’s rather annoying to get and relatively insignificant, but we should eventually look into it.

Event Completion

Drifter: Hell of a sight out there. Real… something. Eris Morn: Our sorrows are winds and storms, rat. Violent. But passing. Drifter: Uh, that names gets around. Eris Morn: It’s a title.