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The warrior's nostrils flare as I approach. It inhales deeply and barks out what could be a warning. I hurriedly mime that I am peaceful, and know little of its kind or language. It takes a second to think, then suddenly grabs my multi-tool while barking again into my visor – streaking it with saliva. It's pointing at the indicator that shows which elements I carry. I do my best to keep calm. Biyedexoi ijintaixara! Luhun lazayugk! Huxianh enpowenn! Enxokaife qabgar aifen tinqiulo! Pathetic interloper! Give elements! Isotope preferred! Honourable warrior teach language!

The warrior looks at me with fire in its eyes. This species is clearly aggressive, and I doubt I'm welcome, yet the lifeform bows in greeting. Tradition and honour perhaps dictate it. I don't feel in imminent danger, and am about to turn and leave when the creature points towards my multi-tool. It barks with concern, and makes a motion to suggest that I should hand it over. Poi! Dom ijintaixara objoie hab ezhejiuan! Dom ijeomchech Turpanq iaqun iki! Uwe oima bighesu urg! Grah! The interloper weapon is pathetic! The honourable Vy'keen pity you! I will replace it!

The warrior is silent for a second, before looking at me conspiratorially. It looks behind to check for its colleagues, before powering down security systems. The warrior pulls open the trade vault at its feet, which seems to be piled high with multi-tool upgrades. It indicates the contents of my inventory as a trade... Yunnankanq ijintaixara. Itanglich? Umseosungqian agbasha. Ormaneium rudo zixin xoisa. Fangka gelantumbeint. Contraband interloper. Interested? Non-traceable payment. Products and cargo only. Units unacceptable.

A red, jagged and recent bite mark is wrapped around the entirety of the warrior's neck. Claw marks have been dragged through its chest, and its suit's restoration and healing systems are blinking offline. The lifeform barks contentedly at me, satisfied with its narrow victory. It's clear, however, that its injuries are severe. It has trouble breathing. Lodingha sui nokang, ijintaixara! Oni aid tandumoluobu, ach naya Turpanq Luquang azay! Victory in battle, interloper! My suit malfunctions, but the Vy'keen Ancients smile!

The downbeat lifeform is studying the image of another young warrior on its pad. The pictured warrior looks virile and impressive. It has facial tendrils that are outstretched. It appears rich, and of good breeding stock. The look in its eyes is... sultry. The lifeform looks to me with questioning eyes. It clearly needs someone to talk this through with. Poi! Mynuud gweihe gedinq ugourdoimao? Tiefa eragx oubusorc? Grah! Warrior accept mating proposition? Accept dowry tribute?

The warrior is young, and looks terrified. Military orders for an upcoming operation fill its terminal screen. When it sees me its eyes widen, and it drops to the floor on its knees - proffers its multi-tool up towards me. Its yelps sound pleading. The fear in its movements are more than apparent. It's so on edge that it doesn't seem aware of the security cameras that surround us, watching its every move. Amba nemmob suzhreban name! Facaute Turpanq Arnan Quanbar chuai! Muxi xipiandenq objoie! New recruit abandon post! Desert Vy'keen High Command orders! Take multi-tool weapon!

The warrior's nostrils flare in hope and expectation. A holographic image showing military plans appears around us. On one side of the battlefield stands the creature's own warrior race, and on the other the robotic Sentinels. The warrior demands that I point to one side or the other. Iazhoulin! Turpanq fushariqion? Ril mogya, ezhejiuan, gediangdogya Obinqiul fushariqion? Interloper! Vy'keen allegiance? Or vile, pathetic, weak-minded Sentinel allegiance?

The warrior seems furious with itself. It slams its multi-tool onto a nearby surface and pulls the trigger again and again, but nothing happens. All weapons systems look functional, but their end result is nothing more than a hollow and empty click. The lifeform howls in self-loathing. Poi! Biyedexoi qabgar! Doxongqingy qabgar! Otong aojiangsuh anagjog! Grah! Pathetic warrior! Weak-minded warrior! Weapon ammunition depleted!

The lifeform clicks its heels together in an authoritarian fashion, before plunging a syringe dripping with corrosive green liquid into my arm. Holographic images of two alien races appear in my visor – a small reptilian figure, and a taller lifeform in a metal casing. The warrior snarls at me, and its fingers hover over the injector – which can surely cause damage to life, limb or equipment. It begins its interrogation... Iazhoulin! Luhun Turpanq heangqinguka alet senguoliaod! Eojeaumu alet nicogliaozho, ibuqingc Turpanq nayugu! Interloper! Give Vy'keen interrogator enemy information! Sacrifice enemy friendship, receive Vy'keen reward!

The warrior looks up from a screen of flashing alerts. It bares its teeth at me, and quivers with barely contained fury. It's clear that my presence is barely tolerated here. Its hand reaches to its weapon. Biyedexoi ijintaixara! Nehuitu! Mynuud pubu zehub yawsonq omariqi puerleg liuehn! Yaixa! Yaixa! Pathetic interloper! Leave! Warrior busy with facility security breach reports! Death! Death!

The warrior's facial markings draw into a smirk as it looks me up and down. I feel like I'm being sized up as a potential combatant. The creature points to an intriguing blueprint on its screen, then points to its own face. I'm being goaded into punching it. The lifeform barks menacingly. It's clear that this action will result in swift retribution. Biyedexoi ijintaixara! Haqun xigcakamr rudo aqenzhu naya tisen Turpanq qabgar! Pathetic interloper! Show strength and attack the noble Vy'keen warrior!