ENCELAD
The characteristics:
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1. Human
2. Blood is red
3. Armor standard
4. Swords turquoise
5. Mobility standard
6. Voice is emotionless, clear, medium timbre
7. Melancholy, detachment, coldness, persistence
8. Physically healthy, the body is modified for extreme conditions, mental processes are suppressed
His Spacesuit is made in the colors of one of the moons of Saturn. On his shoulder is a hexagon, one of the symbols of this planet.
2. Blood is red
3. Armor standard
4. Swords turquoise
5. Mobility standard
6. Voice is emotionless, clear, medium timbre
7. Melancholy, detachment, coldness, persistence
8. Physically healthy, the body is modified for extreme conditions, mental processes are suppressed
His Spacesuit is made in the colors of one of the moons of Saturn. On his shoulder is a hexagon, one of the symbols of this planet.
Voice lines:
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Colonizer_Enemy_Spotted
1. Tracking target!
2. Unknown object.
3. Permission to engage.
4. Activity Spotted.
Colonizer_Enemy_Down
1. Threat neutralized!
2. Enemy out!
Colonizer_Dying
1. Support required.
2. Decompression.
Colonizer_Hurt (2 lines)
Colonizer_Hard_Hurt (1 line)
Colonizer_Death (2 lines)
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1. Tracking target!
2. Unknown object.
3. Permission to engage.
4. Activity Spotted.
Colonizer_Enemy_Down
1. Threat neutralized!
2. Enemy out!
Colonizer_Dying
1. Support required.
2. Decompression.
Colonizer_Hurt (2 lines)
Colonizer_Hard_Hurt (1 line)
Colonizer_Death (2 lines)
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|| FROM PERSONAL DIARY
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Who would have thought it?.. You're already all alone on a half-burned space Shuttle hovering near the event horizon of a black hole... All around is the bottomless blackness of Space... You've flown too far... You've had that feeling again where you can't believe what happened... no rage, no fear... At first there was nothing. Only a terrible apathy... which gradually killed all your emotions and feelings. Only a state of depression and hopelessness remained...
But then the rage came. You broke all the instruments, but nothing was working properly... in addition, half the ship was slowly smouldering inside. All the remaining power only slightly supported the life-support systems in the surviving control cabin...
Then came the fear. Fear of the unknown. You don't know exactly what happened to your companions in the main compartments... But based on their last screams, which you listened to on the radio in your helmet for about thirty seconds, you can assume that it was a predatory alien life form or an unknown virus... you begged me to tell you what was going on... but they were consumed by the animal instinct of survival... My brain seemed to shut down.
You have never felt such fear... No one is getting in touch. The entire team seems to be dead... The control cabin gradually begins to smoke from the non-functioning ventilation system. Hugging your knees, you sit on the uncomfortable metal floor and wait for your turn... Apathy has taken hold of you again... You're resigned... but nothing is happening anymore. The silence is oppressive. Too quiet. Even the sound of your heartbeat and breathing didn't break the silence that engulfed both the ship and your suit... I have no idea what I can do... Just look out the window at the beautiful light refracted by the black hole... It's so dark... It's like looking into your soul, seeing through you...
There's nowhere to go... and there's no point. Your return to Enceladus, much less to Earth, was never planned. Space has become the last frontier of humanity, it is necessary to explore new horizons. The entire ship was designed to fly to an exoplanet, one way. There's just not enough for more. You and your companions Believed in your mission, but no one expected it to turn out so monstrously. Now there's nothing to lose...
You go to the main compartment along the corridor... Pools and spots of blood everywhere ... its drops float in weightless space... They reflect the flickering of dim, cold lamps that waste their last energy... You can feel it getting darker with each step... It was as if not only silence but also darkness were taking over your last stronghold... The life-support systems failed as soon as it happened. But the crew had enough time to equip themselves... It is a pity that this did not help them...
Hanging wiring sparks... Someone was trying to protect by it. Or maybe your team got so scared that they literally climbed the walls, scratched them, broke them... Anyway, already all the same... Coming closer to the scene of the incident, the eyes caught on a frozen severed hand stuck in underground communications... you Go into the compartment... There are only the corpses of their comrades... and, as you assumed, the alien trash that devours them... You don't even want to consider it... And the creature doesn't give a damn about you, either, having got carried away with what it's doing...
Nowhere to run... Between the two unavoidables, to be eventually devoured alive or to face death in interstellar space, you have chosen... One step... one step, through the gaping, huge hole from the meteorite, into the mists of such a great and unknown Universe, to count the stars for the last time... You open the visor of your helmet... Decompression. The world is not so Sunny and friendly, the ruthless Cosmos has won. ||
But then the rage came. You broke all the instruments, but nothing was working properly... in addition, half the ship was slowly smouldering inside. All the remaining power only slightly supported the life-support systems in the surviving control cabin...
Then came the fear. Fear of the unknown. You don't know exactly what happened to your companions in the main compartments... But based on their last screams, which you listened to on the radio in your helmet for about thirty seconds, you can assume that it was a predatory alien life form or an unknown virus... you begged me to tell you what was going on... but they were consumed by the animal instinct of survival... My brain seemed to shut down.
You have never felt such fear... No one is getting in touch. The entire team seems to be dead... The control cabin gradually begins to smoke from the non-functioning ventilation system. Hugging your knees, you sit on the uncomfortable metal floor and wait for your turn... Apathy has taken hold of you again... You're resigned... but nothing is happening anymore. The silence is oppressive. Too quiet. Even the sound of your heartbeat and breathing didn't break the silence that engulfed both the ship and your suit... I have no idea what I can do... Just look out the window at the beautiful light refracted by the black hole... It's so dark... It's like looking into your soul, seeing through you...
There's nowhere to go... and there's no point. Your return to Enceladus, much less to Earth, was never planned. Space has become the last frontier of humanity, it is necessary to explore new horizons. The entire ship was designed to fly to an exoplanet, one way. There's just not enough for more. You and your companions Believed in your mission, but no one expected it to turn out so monstrously. Now there's nothing to lose...
You go to the main compartment along the corridor... Pools and spots of blood everywhere ... its drops float in weightless space... They reflect the flickering of dim, cold lamps that waste their last energy... You can feel it getting darker with each step... It was as if not only silence but also darkness were taking over your last stronghold... The life-support systems failed as soon as it happened. But the crew had enough time to equip themselves... It is a pity that this did not help them...
Hanging wiring sparks... Someone was trying to protect by it. Or maybe your team got so scared that they literally climbed the walls, scratched them, broke them... Anyway, already all the same... Coming closer to the scene of the incident, the eyes caught on a frozen severed hand stuck in underground communications... you Go into the compartment... There are only the corpses of their comrades... and, as you assumed, the alien trash that devours them... You don't even want to consider it... And the creature doesn't give a damn about you, either, having got carried away with what it's doing...
Nowhere to run... Between the two unavoidables, to be eventually devoured alive or to face death in interstellar space, you have chosen... One step... one step, through the gaping, huge hole from the meteorite, into the mists of such a great and unknown Universe, to count the stars for the last time... You open the visor of your helmet... Decompression. The world is not so Sunny and friendly, the ruthless Cosmos has won. ||
|| GALLERY OF HOME
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