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Context data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/text

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You follow Anurak to the docking port, though with his strange hobbling even more haphazard than normal, you figure he's just as unsure what to do as you are. As Anurak approaches a small metal door guarded by a burly Outcast, you take a glance around you. No sighting of Jack or any Syndicate or Rebel ships around. Maybe that's for the best?

"Hello door man! Man who guards doors. As you are. Because you're standing by the door!" Anurak laughs uncomfortably and the Rockman growls. "I'm a woman."

"Oh, yes yes. Of course, I didn't intend to offend! By door man I did not intend to imply gender, only that you are a 'man who guards' doors. Man being as in 'Rockman', in its most gender neutral form! I too am of a neutral gender form, though I do not oft-" The Rockman growls again. "Shut the hell up. Unless you've got business here, you ain't welcome." She looks up at you and your crew. "Specially no Renegades."

Anurak nods. "Yes of course, right... well uh. I do believe we do have business here, yes! My friend Shellskenbry and I are here to find a man named Devorak! About yay high, light green, carries a big goofy looking orange sword. Have you seen him?"

The Rockman crosses her arms. "Never heard of him. And even if I had, I wouldn't let anyone near him unless they had a password."

"A... A password? Uhm... I don't think I know any passwords. Well, I know many passwords. But I don't know if the passwords I know are the same passwords you know. I can make you some soup! Will that get us inside?"

"No." The Rockman steps to the side, further blocking the door. You notice a few other guards, all Zoltan, hiding in the shadows watching you.

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Du folgst Anurak zur Andockstelle, obwohl du dir vorstellen kannst, dass er genauso unsicher ist wie du, da sein seltsames Humpeln noch planloser ist als sonst. Als Anurak sich einer kleinen Metalltür nähert, die von einem stämmigen Outcast bewacht wird, wirfst du einen Blick um dich herum. Weder Jack, noch irgendwelche Schiffe des Syndicates oder der Rebellen sind zu sehen. Vielleicht ist das auch besser so?
			
			"Hallo Türmann! Mann, der Türen bewacht. So wie du es bist. Weil du an der Tür stehst!" Anurak lacht unbehaglich und der Felis knurrt. "Ich bin eine Frau."
			"Oh, ja, ja. Natürlich wollte ich dich nicht beleidigen! Mit Türmann wollte ich nicht das Geschlecht andeuten, sondern nur, dass du ein 'Mann, der Türen bewacht' bist. Mann wie in 'Felis', in seiner geschlechtsneutralsten Form! Auch ich bin geschlechtsneutral, obwohl ich nicht oft..." Der Felis knurrt wieder: "Halt die Klappe. Wenn ihr hier nichts zu suchen habt, seid ihr nicht willkommen." Sie sieht zu dir und deiner Crew auf. "Vor allem keine Renegades."
			
			Anurak nickt. "Ja, natürlich, richtig... nun, äh. Ich glaube, wir haben hier zu tun, ja! Mein Freund Shellskenbry und ich sind hier, um einen Mann namens Devorak zu finden! Er ist ungefähr so groß, hellgrün und trägt ein großes, albern aussehendes, oranges Schwert. Habt ihr ihn gesehen?"
			Der Felis verschränkt die Arme. "Nie von ihm gehört. Und selbst wenn, würde ich niemanden in seine Nähe lassen, es sei denn, er hätte ein Passwort."
			
			"A... ein Passwort? Ich glaube nicht, dass ich irgendwelche Passwörter kenne. Nun, ich kenne viele Passwörter. Aber ich weiß nicht, ob die Passwörter, die ich kenne, die gleichen sind wie die, die du kennst. Ich kann dir eine Suppe kochen! Bringt uns das rein?"
			"Nein." Der Rockman tritt zur Seite und blockiert die Tür weiter. Du bemerkst ein paar andere Wachen, allesamt Zoltans, die sich in den Schatten verstecken und dich beobachten.

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data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT_ANGEL"]/choice/event/choice/event/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice[@req="unique_irwin"]/event/choice[2]/text	Decline.	Ablehnen.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT_ANGEL"]/choice/event/choice/event/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and @lvl="0"]/text	He's no longer with us.	Er ist nicht länger unter uns.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT_ANGEL"]/choice/event/choice/event/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and @lvl="0"]/event/text	Jack hangs his head in disappointment. "Of course, I should have known you'd be too reckless to keep him around. You Renegades never fail to disappoint me, you know. So unreliable, can never be counted upon to pay off a debt. Fine then. I'm sure the Syndicate will have other uses for you in the future. Keep an ear out, because Vael doesn't like to keep dirty debtors around for long."
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/text	Refuse.	Ablehnen.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/event/text	The man stands there, smiling, his hand still outreached. Despite the situation you can't help but feel you're the one being awkward, not him. A few solid minutes go by and you realize he isn't going to keep talking until you've shaken his hand. Might as well stow your pride and just go with it.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/event/choice/text	Shake his hand.	Schüttele seine Hand.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/text	Leave.	Gehe wieder.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/event/text	This seems highly suspicious. Better not to get too close. Whatever the situation is with Devorak, you'll have no further part.	Das scheint sehr verdächtig. Es ist besser nicht zu nah zu kommen. Was auch immer die Situation mit Devorak ist, du wirst keine Rolle darin haben.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/event/choice[1]/text	Do something onboard the ship.	Tue etwas an Bord des Schiffs.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/event/choice[2]/text	Do nothing.	Nichts tun.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/beaconType/undiscoveredTooltip	An unvisited location.	Ein unbesuchter Ort.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/beaconType/unvisitedTooltip	The true location of Devorak.	Die wahre Position von Devorak.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/text	For the supposed secret hideout of an ex-terrorist, you didn't quite expect a busy city planet populated to the brim with Zoltans and even some other species. This seems to be a trade hub of some sort, though the coordinates lead you to a small landing pad next to a shady looking docking port.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and @lvl="0"]/text	Without Anurak we have no way to lure Devorak out.	Ohne Anurak haben wir keine Möglichkeit, um Devorak rauszulocken.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/text	Send in Anurak to find Devorak.	Sende Anurak, um Devorak zu finden.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/text	You follow Anurak to the docking port, though with his strange hobbling even more haphazard than normal, you figure he's just as unsure what to do as you are. As Anurak approaches a small metal door guarded by a burly Outcast, you take a glance around you. No sighting of Jack or any Syndicate or Rebel ships around. Maybe that's for the best? "Hello door man! Man who guards doors. As you are. Because you're standing by the door!" Anurak laughs uncomfortably and the Rockman growls. "I'm a woman." "Oh, yes yes. Of course, I didn't intend to offend! By door man I did not intend to imply gender, only that you are a 'man who guards' doors. Man being as in 'Rockman', in its most gender neutral form! I too am of a neutral gender form, though I do not oft-" The Rockman growls again. "Shut the hell up. Unless you've got business here, you ain't welcome." She looks up at you and your crew. "Specially no Renegades." Anurak nods. "Yes of course, right... well uh. I do believe we do have business here, yes! My friend Shellskenbry and I are here to find a man named Devorak! About yay high, light green, carries a big goofy looking orange sword. Have you seen him?" The Rockman crosses her arms. "Never heard of him. And even if I had, I wouldn't let anyone near him unless they had a password." "A... A password? Uhm... I don't think I know any passwords. Well, I know many passwords. But I don't know if the passwords I know are the same passwords you know. I can make you some soup! Will that get us inside?" "No." The Rockman steps to the side, further blocking the door. You notice a few other guards, all Zoltan, hiding in the shadows watching you.	Du folgst Anurak zur Andockstelle, obwohl du dir vorstellen kannst, dass er genauso unsicher ist wie du, da sein seltsames Humpeln noch planloser ist als sonst. Als Anurak sich einer kleinen Metalltür nähert, die von einem stämmigen Outcast bewacht wird, wirfst du einen Blick um dich herum. Weder Jack, noch irgendwelche Schiffe des Syndicates oder der Rebellen sind zu sehen. Vielleicht ist das auch besser so? "Hallo Türmann! Mann, der Türen bewacht. So wie du es bist. Weil du an der Tür stehst!" Anurak lacht unbehaglich und der Felis knurrt. "Ich bin eine Frau." "Oh, ja, ja. Natürlich wollte ich dich nicht beleidigen! Mit Türmann wollte ich nicht das Geschlecht andeuten, sondern nur, dass du ein 'Mann, der Türen bewacht' bist. Mann wie in 'Felis', in seiner geschlechtsneutralsten Form! Auch ich bin geschlechtsneutral, obwohl ich nicht oft..." Der Felis knurrt wieder: "Halt die Klappe. Wenn ihr hier nichts zu suchen habt, seid ihr nicht willkommen." Sie sieht zu dir und deiner Crew auf. "Vor allem keine Renegades." Anurak nickt. "Ja, natürlich, richtig... nun, äh. Ich glaube, wir haben hier zu tun, ja! Mein Freund Shellskenbry und ich sind hier, um einen Mann namens Devorak zu finden! Er ist ungefähr so groß, hellgrün und trägt ein großes, albern aussehendes, oranges Schwert. Habt ihr ihn gesehen?" Der Felis verschränkt die Arme. "Nie von ihm gehört. Und selbst wenn, würde ich niemanden in seine Nähe lassen, es sei denn, er hätte ein Passwort." "A... ein Passwort? Ich glaube nicht, dass ich irgendwelche Passwörter kenne. Nun, ich kenne viele Passwörter. Aber ich weiß nicht, ob die Passwörter, die ich kenne, die gleichen sind wie die, die du kennst. Ich kann dir eine Suppe kochen! Bringt uns das rein?" "Nein." Der Rockman tritt zur Seite und blockiert die Tür weiter. Du bemerkst ein paar andere Wachen, allesamt Zoltans, die sich in den Schatten verstecken und dich beobachten.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/text	If he was here, perhaps you could pass a message to him?	Wenn er hier wäre, könntest du ihm vielleicht eine Nachricht überreichen?
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/text	Anurak, upon hearing your suggestion, nods. "Yes, if you could just send him a message! Uh, tell him that Anurak is here, looking for him. I need to talk about important personal business." "And why should I do anything for you, Monk? I know your type. I used to pop the heads off of religious zealots back in-" The Rockman is cut off by a raspy voice gleefully shouting Anurak's name. "ANURAK! You've come to me at last!" A slender Zoltan struts out from the door and pulls Anurak into a brotherly embrace. "My old friend! I heard you had died on some lizard planet!" Devorak pulls away for a second to look his old friend in the face. Anurak squirms uncomfortably in his embrace.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/text	You're Devorak?	Du bist Devorak?
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/text	Devorak turns to you, as if realizing you're there for the first time. He stares at you blankly dead in the eyes, making you feel very uncomfortable. "Am I who? No, no. I am not Devorak. I am nothing but a hollow shell of light and energy. One which has died and been resurrected for an ignoble cause so many times it can no longer feel pain, nor has any connection to the realm of the living." The Zoltan reaches behind him and pulls out his glowing orange sword, and holds it out to you. "This is Devorak. This sacred blade channels the soul of the being who once was me. This is my essence, my life force. If the blade is to perish, so will I." He smiles a little too fondly at the blade, then stows it again. "So, dear friend, what brings you here?" Anurak gulps. "Well... uhm... uh... I was uh... You know what... nevermind! Hahah... heheh..." Devorak shakes his head. "Oh come on, you can tell me! We've known each other since... what, forever? Did you change your mind? Have you come to help me? I think the Rebellion's betrayal is finally the ammunition we need to dissolve the Duskbringers, this is our chance Anurak! Our chance to stop this whole mess, to-" Anurak finally breaks, cutting Devorak off in exasperation. "I want you to cut any involvement I have in your stupid suicidal ploy! You're going to get yourself killed and more importantly you're going to get ME killed! I don't want a part of this, I want OUT." Devorak seems confused. "But... but Anurak, this is HOW we get out. We have to fight back, show everyone exactly why the Duskbringers can't be allowed to win. We can't just do nothing!" Anurak keeps shaking his head, smacking himself on the cheek and spinning in circles. "No no no no no no! You didn't HEAR ME! I NEED OUT! OUT! OUT!" It looks like he's about to break down psychologically, when an explosion sends all of you tumbling!	Devorak dreht sich zu dir um, als ob er zum ersten Mal merkt, dass du da bist. Er starrt dir ausdruckslos in die Augen, was dir ein sehr unangenehmes Gefühl gibt: "Bin ich wer? Nein, nein. Ich bin nicht Devorak. Ich bin nichts als eine hohle Hülle aus Licht und Energie. Eine, die schon so oft für eine schändliche Sache gestorben und wieder auferstanden ist, dass sie keinen Schmerz mehr empfinden kann und keine Verbindung zum Reich der Lebenden hat." Der Zoltan greift hinter sich, holt sein orangefarbenes Schwert hervor und hält es dir hin: "Das ist Devorak. Diese heilige Klinge kanalisiert die Seele des Wesens, das ich einst war. Dies ist meine Essenz, meine Lebenskraft. Wenn die Klinge untergeht, werde auch ich untergehen." Er lächelt ein wenig zu liebevoll über die Klinge, dann verstaut er sie wieder. "Also, lieber Freund, was führt dich hierher?" Anurak schluckt. "Nun... ähm... äh... ich war äh... weißt du was... vergiss es! Hahah... heheh..." Devorak schüttelt den Kopf. "Ach komm schon, du kannst es mir erzählen! Wir kennen uns doch schon seit... was, ewig? Hast du deine Meinung geändert? Bist du gekommen, um mir zu helfen? Ich denke, der Verrat der Rebellion ist endlich die Munition, die wir brauchen, um die Duskbringer aufzulösen, das ist unsere Chance, Anurak! Unsere Chance, diesen ganzen Schlamassel zu beenden, um-" Anurak bricht schließlich ab und unterbricht Devorak in seiner Verzweiflung: "Ich will, dass du jede Beteiligung von mir an deinem dummen selbstmörderischen Plan unterbindest! Du bringst dich selbst um, und was noch wichtiger ist, du bringst MICH um! Ich will nichts damit zu tun haben, ich will raus." Devorak scheint verwirrt zu sein: "Aber... aber Anurak, das ist WIE wir hier rauskommen. Wir müssen zurückschlagen und allen genau zeigen, warum die Duskbringer nicht gewinnen dürfen. Wir können nicht einfach nichts tun!" Anurak schüttelt immer wieder den Kopf, schlägt sich selbst auf die Wange und dreht sich im Kreis: "Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein! Du hast mir nicht zugehört! ICH BRAUCHE RAUS! RAUS! Raus!" Es sieht so aus, als würde er gleich psychisch zusammenbrechen, als eine Explosion euch alle umwirft!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/text	Continue...	Fortfahren...
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/text	You look up to the skyline, expecting to see a Rebel vessel as promised - but what you see is no Rebel! A Federation cruiser has descended upon the city, followed by a fleet of smaller vessels that are engaged in combat with some Duskbringers who have 'heroically' swooped in to save the day. You've been double-crossed! This wasn't a plot to spark further outrage against the Rebellion, it was a plot to justify all-out war with the Federation! "DUSKBRINGER RADICALS, SURRENDER YOUR WEAPONS AND YOUR PERSONS TO THE LAW OF THE FEDERATION AT ONCE! YOU WILL BE GIVEN THIS ONE AND SINGLE WARNING BEFORE WE ARE FORCED TO OPEN FIRE ON THE CITY DEFENSES AND TAKE THE TERRORISTS YOU OFFER REFUGE TO THROUGH FORCE." The voice is clearly Jack's, though he's pretending to sound like a Federation official instead. Devorak is both shocked and betrayed. "You- this is why you're here! You've come to betray me! Do you even realize what this will do?! The entire Federation could collapse because of this! This city is under Ministry jurisdiction! They won't stand for this!" Anurak's now broken down into full sobbing, chanting "What have I done what have I DONE!?" over and over.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[1]/text	We have to do something! Attack the vessel!	Wir müssen etwas tun! Greife das Schiff an!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[1]/event/text	You've screwed up badly here, but now's your chance to fix it. Unfortunately, both the Duskbringer and "Federation" forces are hostile to you in this one, so don't expect much support!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[1]/event/choice/text	Continue...	Fortfahren...
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[2]/text	We need to get out of here quickly!	Wir müssen hier schnell abhauen!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[2]/event/text	You hurry back to the ship, dragging Anurak behind you. Devorak shouts something insulting in his native tongue but has little time to do anything more before heavy gunfire rains upon him and his other crew. You only barely manage to get out of the city in time before the full scale fighting begins.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[3]/text	Change your mind and leave.	Ändere deine Meinung und gehe wieder.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[3]/event/text	This seems highly suspicious. Better not to get too close. Whatever the situation is with Devorak, you'll have no further part.	Das scheint sehr verdächtig. Es ist besser nicht zu nah zu kommen. Was auch immer die Situation mit Devorak ist, du wirst keine Rolle darin haben.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[3]/event/choice[1]/text	Do something onboard the ship.	Tue etwas an Bord des Schiffs.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[3]/event/choice[2]/text	Do nothing.	Nichts tun.

Context	English	German
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[3]/event/choice[2]/text	Do nothing.	Nichts tun.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[3]/event/text	This seems highly suspicious. Better not to get too close. Whatever the situation is with Devorak, you'll have no further part.	Das scheint sehr verdächtig. Es ist besser nicht zu nah zu kommen. Was auch immer die Situation mit Devorak ist, du wirst keine Rolle darin haben.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[3]/text	Change your mind and leave.	Ändere deine Meinung und gehe wieder.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and @lvl="0"]/text	Without Anurak we have no way to lure Devorak out.	Ohne Anurak haben wir keine Möglichkeit, um Devorak rauszulocken.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[1]/event/choice/text	Continue...	Fortfahren...
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[1]/event/text	You've screwed up badly here, but now's your chance to fix it. Unfortunately, both the Duskbringer and "Federation" forces are hostile to you in this one, so don't expect much support!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[1]/text	We have to do something! Attack the vessel!	Wir müssen etwas tun! Greife das Schiff an!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[2]/event/text	You hurry back to the ship, dragging Anurak behind you. Devorak shouts something insulting in his native tongue but has little time to do anything more before heavy gunfire rains upon him and his other crew. You only barely manage to get out of the city in time before the full scale fighting begins.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice[2]/text	We need to get out of here quickly!	Wir müssen hier schnell abhauen!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/event/text	You look up to the skyline, expecting to see a Rebel vessel as promised - but what you see is no Rebel! A Federation cruiser has descended upon the city, followed by a fleet of smaller vessels that are engaged in combat with some Duskbringers who have 'heroically' swooped in to save the day. You've been double-crossed! This wasn't a plot to spark further outrage against the Rebellion, it was a plot to justify all-out war with the Federation! "DUSKBRINGER RADICALS, SURRENDER YOUR WEAPONS AND YOUR PERSONS TO THE LAW OF THE FEDERATION AT ONCE! YOU WILL BE GIVEN THIS ONE AND SINGLE WARNING BEFORE WE ARE FORCED TO OPEN FIRE ON THE CITY DEFENSES AND TAKE THE TERRORISTS YOU OFFER REFUGE TO THROUGH FORCE." The voice is clearly Jack's, though he's pretending to sound like a Federation official instead. Devorak is both shocked and betrayed. "You- this is why you're here! You've come to betray me! Do you even realize what this will do?! The entire Federation could collapse because of this! This city is under Ministry jurisdiction! They won't stand for this!" Anurak's now broken down into full sobbing, chanting "What have I done what have I DONE!?" over and over.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/choice/text	Continue...	Fortfahren...
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/event/text	Devorak turns to you, as if realizing you're there for the first time. He stares at you blankly dead in the eyes, making you feel very uncomfortable. "Am I who? No, no. I am not Devorak. I am nothing but a hollow shell of light and energy. One which has died and been resurrected for an ignoble cause so many times it can no longer feel pain, nor has any connection to the realm of the living." The Zoltan reaches behind him and pulls out his glowing orange sword, and holds it out to you. "This is Devorak. This sacred blade channels the soul of the being who once was me. This is my essence, my life force. If the blade is to perish, so will I." He smiles a little too fondly at the blade, then stows it again. "So, dear friend, what brings you here?" Anurak gulps. "Well... uhm... uh... I was uh... You know what... nevermind! Hahah... heheh..." Devorak shakes his head. "Oh come on, you can tell me! We've known each other since... what, forever? Did you change your mind? Have you come to help me? I think the Rebellion's betrayal is finally the ammunition we need to dissolve the Duskbringers, this is our chance Anurak! Our chance to stop this whole mess, to-" Anurak finally breaks, cutting Devorak off in exasperation. "I want you to cut any involvement I have in your stupid suicidal ploy! You're going to get yourself killed and more importantly you're going to get ME killed! I don't want a part of this, I want OUT." Devorak seems confused. "But... but Anurak, this is HOW we get out. We have to fight back, show everyone exactly why the Duskbringers can't be allowed to win. We can't just do nothing!" Anurak keeps shaking his head, smacking himself on the cheek and spinning in circles. "No no no no no no! You didn't HEAR ME! I NEED OUT! OUT! OUT!" It looks like he's about to break down psychologically, when an explosion sends all of you tumbling!	Devorak dreht sich zu dir um, als ob er zum ersten Mal merkt, dass du da bist. Er starrt dir ausdruckslos in die Augen, was dir ein sehr unangenehmes Gefühl gibt: "Bin ich wer? Nein, nein. Ich bin nicht Devorak. Ich bin nichts als eine hohle Hülle aus Licht und Energie. Eine, die schon so oft für eine schändliche Sache gestorben und wieder auferstanden ist, dass sie keinen Schmerz mehr empfinden kann und keine Verbindung zum Reich der Lebenden hat." Der Zoltan greift hinter sich, holt sein orangefarbenes Schwert hervor und hält es dir hin: "Das ist Devorak. Diese heilige Klinge kanalisiert die Seele des Wesens, das ich einst war. Dies ist meine Essenz, meine Lebenskraft. Wenn die Klinge untergeht, werde auch ich untergehen." Er lächelt ein wenig zu liebevoll über die Klinge, dann verstaut er sie wieder. "Also, lieber Freund, was führt dich hierher?" Anurak schluckt. "Nun... ähm... äh... ich war äh... weißt du was... vergiss es! Hahah... heheh..." Devorak schüttelt den Kopf. "Ach komm schon, du kannst es mir erzählen! Wir kennen uns doch schon seit... was, ewig? Hast du deine Meinung geändert? Bist du gekommen, um mir zu helfen? Ich denke, der Verrat der Rebellion ist endlich die Munition, die wir brauchen, um die Duskbringer aufzulösen, das ist unsere Chance, Anurak! Unsere Chance, diesen ganzen Schlamassel zu beenden, um-" Anurak bricht schließlich ab und unterbricht Devorak in seiner Verzweiflung: "Ich will, dass du jede Beteiligung von mir an deinem dummen selbstmörderischen Plan unterbindest! Du bringst dich selbst um, und was noch wichtiger ist, du bringst MICH um! Ich will nichts damit zu tun haben, ich will raus." Devorak scheint verwirrt zu sein: "Aber... aber Anurak, das ist WIE wir hier rauskommen. Wir müssen zurückschlagen und allen genau zeigen, warum die Duskbringer nicht gewinnen dürfen. Wir können nicht einfach nichts tun!" Anurak schüttelt immer wieder den Kopf, schlägt sich selbst auf die Wange und dreht sich im Kreis: "Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein! Du hast mir nicht zugehört! ICH BRAUCHE RAUS! RAUS! Raus!" Es sieht so aus, als würde er gleich psychisch zusammenbrechen, als eine Explosion euch alle umwirft!
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/choice/text	You're Devorak?	Du bist Devorak?
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/event/text	Anurak, upon hearing your suggestion, nods. "Yes, if you could just send him a message! Uh, tell him that Anurak is here, looking for him. I need to talk about important personal business." "And why should I do anything for you, Monk? I know your type. I used to pop the heads off of religious zealots back in-" The Rockman is cut off by a raspy voice gleefully shouting Anurak's name. "ANURAK! You've come to me at last!" A slender Zoltan struts out from the door and pulls Anurak into a brotherly embrace. "My old friend! I heard you had died on some lizard planet!" Devorak pulls away for a second to look his old friend in the face. Anurak squirms uncomfortably in his embrace.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/choice/text	If he was here, perhaps you could pass a message to him?	Wenn er hier wäre, könntest du ihm vielleicht eine Nachricht überreichen?
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/event/text	You follow Anurak to the docking port, though with his strange hobbling even more haphazard than normal, you figure he's just as unsure what to do as you are. As Anurak approaches a small metal door guarded by a burly Outcast, you take a glance around you. No sighting of Jack or any Syndicate or Rebel ships around. Maybe that's for the best? "Hello door man! Man who guards doors. As you are. Because you're standing by the door!" Anurak laughs uncomfortably and the Rockman growls. "I'm a woman." "Oh, yes yes. Of course, I didn't intend to offend! By door man I did not intend to imply gender, only that you are a 'man who guards' doors. Man being as in 'Rockman', in its most gender neutral form! I too am of a neutral gender form, though I do not oft-" The Rockman growls again. "Shut the hell up. Unless you've got business here, you ain't welcome." She looks up at you and your crew. "Specially no Renegades." Anurak nods. "Yes of course, right... well uh. I do believe we do have business here, yes! My friend Shellskenbry and I are here to find a man named Devorak! About yay high, light green, carries a big goofy looking orange sword. Have you seen him?" The Rockman crosses her arms. "Never heard of him. And even if I had, I wouldn't let anyone near him unless they had a password." "A... A password? Uhm... I don't think I know any passwords. Well, I know many passwords. But I don't know if the passwords I know are the same passwords you know. I can make you some soup! Will that get us inside?" "No." The Rockman steps to the side, further blocking the door. You notice a few other guards, all Zoltan, hiding in the shadows watching you.	Du folgst Anurak zur Andockstelle, obwohl du dir vorstellen kannst, dass er genauso unsicher ist wie du, da sein seltsames Humpeln noch planloser ist als sonst. Als Anurak sich einer kleinen Metalltür nähert, die von einem stämmigen Outcast bewacht wird, wirfst du einen Blick um dich herum. Weder Jack, noch irgendwelche Schiffe des Syndicates oder der Rebellen sind zu sehen. Vielleicht ist das auch besser so? "Hallo Türmann! Mann, der Türen bewacht. So wie du es bist. Weil du an der Tür stehst!" Anurak lacht unbehaglich und der Felis knurrt. "Ich bin eine Frau." "Oh, ja, ja. Natürlich wollte ich dich nicht beleidigen! Mit Türmann wollte ich nicht das Geschlecht andeuten, sondern nur, dass du ein 'Mann, der Türen bewacht' bist. Mann wie in 'Felis', in seiner geschlechtsneutralsten Form! Auch ich bin geschlechtsneutral, obwohl ich nicht oft..." Der Felis knurrt wieder: "Halt die Klappe. Wenn ihr hier nichts zu suchen habt, seid ihr nicht willkommen." Sie sieht zu dir und deiner Crew auf. "Vor allem keine Renegades." Anurak nickt. "Ja, natürlich, richtig... nun, äh. Ich glaube, wir haben hier zu tun, ja! Mein Freund Shellskenbry und ich sind hier, um einen Mann namens Devorak zu finden! Er ist ungefähr so groß, hellgrün und trägt ein großes, albern aussehendes, oranges Schwert. Habt ihr ihn gesehen?" Der Felis verschränkt die Arme. "Nie von ihm gehört. Und selbst wenn, würde ich niemanden in seine Nähe lassen, es sei denn, er hätte ein Passwort." "A... ein Passwort? Ich glaube nicht, dass ich irgendwelche Passwörter kenne. Nun, ich kenne viele Passwörter. Aber ich weiß nicht, ob die Passwörter, die ich kenne, die gleichen sind wie die, die du kennst. Ich kann dir eine Suppe kochen! Bringt uns das rein?" "Nein." Der Rockman tritt zur Seite und blockiert die Tür weiter. Du bemerkst ein paar andere Wachen, allesamt Zoltans, die sich in den Schatten verstecken und dich beobachten.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/choice[@req="unique_anurak" and not(@lvl)]/text	Send in Anurak to find Devorak.	Sende Anurak, um Devorak zu finden.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_FINALE"]/text	For the supposed secret hideout of an ex-terrorist, you didn't quite expect a busy city planet populated to the brim with Zoltans and even some other species. This seems to be a trade hub of some sort, though the coordinates lead you to a small landing pad next to a shady looking docking port.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/beaconType/undiscoveredTooltip	An unvisited location.	Ein unbesuchter Ort.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/beaconType/unvisitedTooltip	The location of Devorak's hideout.	Die Position von Devoraks Versteck.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/choice[1]/text	Shake his hand.	Schüttele seine Hand.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/event/choice/text	Shake his hand.	Schüttele seine Hand.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/event/text	The man stands there, smiling, his hand still outreached. Despite the situation you can't help but feel you're the one being awkward, not him. A few solid minutes go by and you realize he isn't going to keep talking until you've shaken his hand. Might as well stow your pride and just go with it.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/text	Refuse.	Ablehnen.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/event/text	You land on the landing pad nearby and pull open the rusty doors, noticing scattered Duskbringer armor all over the floor. While there's obviously no corpses, the faint residual energy signatures suggest all of these soldiers died here. Chances are, you're about to find the killer. Deeper into the hideout you eventually find a main lobby, surprisingly cosy for a once science outpost and now ex-terrorist hideout, with a man in grey armor sprawled on a couch with his arm dangling off, waiting for you. "Good, good. You made it. Was wondering how long until you'd get here, after I spied your ship near that Monk's hideout. Idiotic green freaks couldn't contain their temper even when I told them to wait, and look where it got them! Blown to smithereenes." The man gets off the couch, revealing himself to be of an impressive height. He peels off his painted MFK helmet and places it on the table and reaches out his hand. "I, on the other hand, am not so stupid as to tangle with Renegades. The name's Sagittarius. Well, not really. The name's Jack. But Vael calls me Sagittarius, one of his goofy lil' nicknames." He flashes a smile and extends his hand even further across the table, demanding you shake it.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[1]/text	Enter the hideout.	Betrete das Versteck.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/event/choice[1]/text	Do something onboard the ship.	Tue etwas an Bord des Schiffs.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/event/choice[2]/text	Do nothing.	Nichts tun.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/event/text	This seems highly suspicious. Better not to get too close. Whatever the situation is with Devorak, you'll have no further part.	Das scheint sehr verdächtig. Es ist besser nicht zu nah zu kommen. Was auch immer die Situation mit Devorak ist, du wirst keine Rolle darin haben.
data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml$//event[@name="DEVORAK_HIDEOUT"]/choice[2]/text	Leave.	Gehe wieder.

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The-Dumb-Dino Translation changed FTL Multiverse data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml German	English You follow Anurak to the docking port, though with his strange hobbling even more haphazard than normal, you figure he's just as unsure what to do as you are. As Anurak approaches a small metal door guarded by a burly Outcast, you take a glance around you. No sighting of Jack or any Syndicate or Rebel ships around. Maybe that's for the best? "Hello door man! Man who guards doors. As you are. Because you're standing by the door!" Anurak laughs uncomfortably and the Rockman growls. "I'm a woman." "Oh, yes yes. Of course, I didn't intend to offend! By door man I did not intend to imply gender, only that you are a 'man who guards' doors. Man being as in 'Rockman', in its most gender neutral form! I too am of a neutral gender form, though I do not oft-" The Rockman growls again. "Shut the hell up. Unless you've got business here, you ain't welcome." She looks up at you and your crew. "Specially no Renegades." Anurak nods. "Yes of course, right... well uh. I do believe we do have business here, yes! My friend Shellskenbry and I are here to find a man named Devorak! About yay high, light green, carries a big goofy looking orange sword. Have you seen him?" The Rockman crosses her arms. "Never heard of him. And even if I had, I wouldn't let anyone near him unless they had a password." "A... A password? Uhm... I don't think I know any passwords. Well, I know many passwords. But I don't know if the passwords I know are the same passwords you know. I can make you some soup! Will that get us inside?" "No." The Rockman steps to the side, further blocking the door. You notice a few other guards, all Zoltan, hiding in the shadows watching you. German 31 characters edited Current translation Translated Du folgst Anurak zur Andockstelle, obwohl du dir vorstellen kannst, dass er genauso unsicher ist wie du, da sein seltsames Humpeln noch planloser ist als sonst. Als Anurak sich einer kleinen Metalltür nähert, die von einem stämmigen Outcast bewacht wird, wirfst du einen Blick um dich herum. Weder Jack, noch irgendwelche Schiffe des Syndicates oder der Rebellen sind zu sehen. Vielleicht ist das auch besser so? "Hallo Türmann! Mann, der Türen bewacht. So wie du es bist. Weil du an der Tür stehst!" Anurak lacht unbehaglich und der ~~Rockmann~~Felis knurrt. "Ich bin eine Frau." "Oh, ja, ja. Natürlich wollte ich dich nicht beleidigen! Mit Türmann wollte ich nicht das Geschlecht andeuten, sondern nur, dass du ein 'Mann, der Türen bewacht' bist. Mann wie in '~~Rockmann~~Felis', in seiner geschlechtsneutralsten Form! Auch ich bin geschlechtsneutral, obwohl ich nicht oft..." Der ~~Rockmann~~Felis knurrt wieder: "Halt die Klappe. Wenn ihr hier nichts zu suchen habt, seid ihr nicht willkommen." Sie sieht zu dir und deiner Crew auf. "Vor allem keine Renegades." Anurak nickt. "Ja, natürlich, richtig... nun, äh. Ich glaube, wir haben hier zu tun, ja! Mein Freund Shellskenbry und ich sind hier, um einen Mann namens Devorak zu finden! Er ist ungefähr so groß, hellgrün und trägt ein großes, albern aussehendes, oranges Schwert. Habt ihr ihn gesehen?" Der ~~Rockman~~Felis verschränkt die Arme. "Nie von ihm gehört. Und selbst wenn, würde ich niemanden in seine Nähe lassen, es sei denn, er hätte ein Passwort." "A... ein Passwort? Ich glaube nicht, dass ich irgendwelche Passwörter kenne. Nun, ich kenne viele Passwörter. Aber ich weiß nicht, ob die Passwörter, die ich kenne, die gleichen sind wie die, die du kennst. Ich kann dir eine Suppe kochen! Bringt uns das rein?" "Nein." Der Rockman tritt zur Seite und blockiert die Tür weiter. Du bemerkst ein paar andere Wachen, allesamt Zoltans, die sich in den Schatten verstecken und dich beobachten. 5 months ago
None String updated in the repository FTL Multiverse data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml German	English You follow Anurak to the docking port, though with his strange hobbling even more haphazard than normal, you figure he's just as unsure what to do as you are. As Anurak approaches a small metal door guarded by a burly Outcast, you take a glance around you. No sighting of Jack or any Syndicate or Rebel ships around. Maybe that's for the best? "Hello door man! Man who guards doors. As you are. Because you're standing by the door!" Anurak laughs uncomfortably and the Rockman growls. "I'm a woman." "Oh, yes yes. Of course, I didn't intend to offend! By door man I did not intend to imply gender, only that you are a 'man who guards' doors. Man being as in 'Rockman', in its most gender neutral form! I too am of a neutral gender form, though I do not oft-" The Rockman growls again. "Shut the hell up. Unless you've got business here, you ain't welcome." She looks up at you and your crew. "Specially no Renegades." Anurak nods. "Yes of course, right... well uh. I do believe we do have business here, yes! My friend Shellskenbry and I are here to find a man named Devorak! About yay high, light green, carries a big goofy looking orange sword. Have you seen him?" The Rockman crosses her arms. "Never heard of him. And even if I had, I wouldn't let anyone near him unless they had a password." "A... A password? Uhm... I don't think I know any passwords. Well, I know many passwords. But I don't know if the passwords I know are the same passwords you know. I can make you some soup! Will that get us inside?" "No." The Rockman steps to the side, further blocking the door. You notice a few other guards, all Zoltan, hiding in the shadows watching you. German 1947 characters edited Translated Du folgst Anurak zur Andockstelle, obwohl du dir vorstellen kannst, dass er genauso unsicher ist wie du, da sein seltsames Humpeln noch planloser ist als sonst. Als Anurak sich einer kleinen Metalltür nähert, die von einem stämmigen Outcast bewacht wird, wirfst du einen Blick um dich herum. Weder Jack, noch irgendwelche Schiffe des Syndicates oder der Rebellen sind zu sehen. Vielleicht ist das auch besser so? "Hallo Türmann! Mann, der Türen bewacht. So wie du es bist. Weil du an der Tür stehst!" Anurak lacht unbehaglich und der Rockmann knurrt. "Ich bin eine Frau." "Oh, ja, ja. Natürlich wollte ich dich nicht beleidigen! Mit Türmann wollte ich nicht das Geschlecht andeuten, sondern nur, dass du ein 'Mann, der Türen bewacht' bist. Mann wie in 'Rockmann', in seiner geschlechtsneutralsten Form! Auch ich bin geschlechtsneutral, obwohl ich nicht oft..." Der Rockmann knurrt wieder: "Halt die Klappe. Wenn ihr hier nichts zu suchen habt, seid ihr nicht willkommen." Sie sieht zu dir und deiner Crew auf. "Vor allem keine Renegades." Anurak nickt. "Ja, natürlich, richtig... nun, äh. Ich glaube, wir haben hier zu tun, ja! Mein Freund Shellskenbry und ich sind hier, um einen Mann namens Devorak zu finden! Er ist ungefähr so groß, hellgrün und trägt ein großes, albern aussehendes, oranges Schwert. Habt ihr ihn gesehen?" Der Rockman verschränkt die Arme. "Nie von ihm gehört. Und selbst wenn, würde ich niemanden in seine Nähe lassen, es sei denn, er hätte ein Passwort." "A... ein Passwort? Ich glaube nicht, dass ich irgendwelche Passwörter kenne. Nun, ich kenne viele Passwörter. Aber ich weiß nicht, ob die Passwörter, die ich kenne, die gleichen sind wie die, die du kennst. Ich kann dir eine Suppe kochen! Bringt uns das rein?" "Nein." Der Rockman tritt zur Seite und blockiert die Tür weiter. Du bemerkst ein paar andere Wachen, allesamt Zoltans, die sich in den Schatten verstecken und dich beobachten. 5 months ago
None String updated in the repository FTL Multiverse data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml German	English You follow Anurak to the docking port, though with his strange hobbling even more haphazard than normal, you figure he's just as unsure what to do as you are. As Anurak approaches a small metal door guarded by a burly Outcast, you take a glance around you. No sighting of Jack or any Syndicate or Rebel ships around. Maybe that's for the best? "Hello door man! Man who guards doors. As you are. Because you're standing by the door!" Anurak laughs uncomfortably and the Rockman growls. "I'm a woman." "Oh, yes yes. Of course, I didn't intend to offend! By door man I did not intend to imply gender, only that you are a 'man who guards' doors. Man being as in 'Rockman', in its most gender neutral form! I too am of a neutral gender form, though I do not oft-" The Rockman growls again. "Shut the hell up. Unless you've got business here, you ain't welcome." She looks up at you and your crew. "Specially no Renegades." Anurak nods. "Yes of course, right... well uh. I do believe we do have business here, yes! My friend Shellskenbry and I are here to find a man named Devorak! About yay high, light green, carries a big goofy looking orange sword. Have you seen him?" The Rockman crosses her arms. "Never heard of him. And even if I had, I wouldn't let anyone near him unless they had a password." "A... A password? Uhm... I don't think I know any passwords. Well, I know many passwords. But I don't know if the passwords I know are the same passwords you know. I can make you some soup! Will that get us inside?" "No." The Rockman steps to the side, further blocking the door. You notice a few other guards, all Zoltan, hiding in the shadows watching you. German 0 characters edited Empty 5 months ago
None String updated in the repository FTL Multiverse data/events_sector_duskbringer.xml German	English You follow Anurak to the docking port, though with his strange hobbling even more haphazard than normal, you figure he's just as unsure what to do as you are. As Anurak approaches a small metal door guarded by a burly Outcast, you take a glance around you. No sighting of Jack or any Syndicate or Rebel ships around. Maybe that's for the best? "Hello door man! Man who guards doors. As you are. Because you're standing by the door!" Anurak laughs uncomfortably and the Rockman growls. "I'm a woman." "Oh, yes yes. Of course, I didn't intend to offend! By door man I did not intend to imply gender, only that you are a 'man who guards' doors. Man being as in 'Rockman', in its most gender neutral form! I too am of a neutral gender form, though I do not oft-" The Rockman growls again. "Shut the hell up. Unless you've got business here, you ain't welcome." She looks up at you and your crew. "Specially no Renegades." Anurak nods. "Yes of course, right... well uh. I do believe we do have business here, yes! My friend Shellskenbry and I are here to find a man named Devorak! About yay high, light green, carries a big goofy looking orange sword. Have you seen him?" The Rockman crosses her arms. "Never heard of him. And even if I had, I wouldn't let anyone near him unless they had a password." "A... A password? Uhm... I don't think I know any passwords. Well, I know many passwords. But I don't know if the passwords I know are the same passwords you know. I can make you some soup! Will that get us inside?" "No." The Rockman steps to the side, further blocking the door. You notice a few other guards, all Zoltan, hiding in the shadows watching you. German 0 characters edited Empty 5 months ago