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And Blue is completely annihilated.
Historia-7 appears, walking along one of the park’s paths toward the statue. You shouldn’t have any trouble exiting now. Please proceed, so we don’t give Zigvigix any further difficulty.
The telepathic buzz of Zigvigix’s voice reinforces her words, and the mindscape gently fades to a soft, warm black. A few moments later, you awake in your own bodies in the Cortex.
The Cortex is crammed with Starfinders, including a few medical staff and Venture-Captain Naiaj. Historia-7 rouses herself, immediately deactivating the command cradle’s protective shell, dismounting, and rushing to embrace Zigvigix in a rare moment of emotion. She then turns to address everyone else in the room. Thank you—in abundance—for your assistance in preventing Historia-Prime’s corruption from overtaking me completely. Zigvigix telepathically echoes the sentiment, relaying their delight in how effective the Starfinders were in looking out for one another and working as a team.
The android continues speaking, returning to her typically direct demeanor. Now that I know the origin and use of the name Historia, I would prefer not to use it. Please call me Celita, as I was known before I took up leadership of the Dataphiles faction. I will update the Archive’s records accordingly.
Venture-Captain Naiaj takes you aside to conduct a more formal debrief, where she also thanks you for your efforts, despite the mission’s unofficial nature, and assures you she will have the Abrogation Matrix put into a secure storage space where it can’t be accessed or used. She quietly notes that Historia-Prime’s presence is nowhere to be found within Celita or the corpse of Historia-6, but a strange data burst was transmitted from the Lorespire Complex shortly before you arrived within the Archive’s Cortex. While the immediate threat has been deflected, Naiaj admits they may not have seen the last of Historia-Prime.
Day Job roles please.
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"I'm glad you're okay," Chk'tarlsh says aloud to Celita. "I don't undersstand completely, but it sseemed like that wash ssome messsed up sstuff."
The shiren stands to attention and salutes Ziggy. We couldn't have done it without your help, he sends telepathically to his Faction leader. You can call me anytime.
He turns to face his companions. "Well done, everyone."
He retrieves his comm unit and flicks his contacts to his friends. "Keep in touch. I like workinhk with you."
Gathering up his duffle bag and backpack, he departs the Lorespore Complex.