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• Or the VOED itself. I, for one, am not inclined to give them either.
• Agreed. Ma'am, if you can gather everyone else at the front entrance, Kozzak and I will handle the rest.
• And by that I mean we'll mine the entrance to give the Inquest a nice, warm welcome. We'd better hurry—if this maniac is right, they're already on their way.
• Inquest Infiltrator
• Welcome to the ambush party. The Inquest column should be along at any moment now.
• I'm eager to pin the Inquest's ears back. Is this a straight smash-and-grab, or are there hidden subtleties?
• Sure. We'll subtly punch their faces, crack their golems, and take what they stole. Mr. Sparkles here was just made for subtlety.
• Subtle enough for me. And no less than they deserve.
• Lord Faren: Take your hands off me, you scum! Help! Murder! Mayhem!
• Rurtha Diremane
• Bleed your foe with a bite.
• Well, well, well. What's this? Patent infringement, perhaps? That is, my patent infringing on your freedom.
• How did you get to Councillor Flax? Bribes, blackmail, or did you put the fear in him? When we expose this rotten mess, you'll pay for what you've done.
• I knew you petty-minded losers would try to steal the Interspatial Translocator. That's why I set this trap. Which you fell for, because you're stupid.
• Yeah. And in the mean time, we're going to kick your behind so hard you'll be wearing it as a hat. Right, Mr. Sparkles?
• Affirmative. Prepare—to—don—the—behind—hat.
• Yes, yes, very threatening. I'm literally quaking with fear, so badly that I can barely clean up you loose ends by doing...this!
• Mr. Sparkles
• Welcome back, Mr. Sparkles. I need to know what happened. Where's Zojja?
• Insufficient—data—at—this—time. Working...there. I—have—located—Zojja's—tracking—signal. She—is—in—the—Inquest's—Metrica—Province—lab.
• If Zojja's there, so is Teyo. And I want to give Teyo a piece of my mind and all of my fist. Meet me there, Mr. Sparkles, and we'll bust Zojja out.
• We're set to go. I've cleared the lab so we'll have the space and privacy we need, and also so no random observers get killed.
• I'd love to solve this problem for you. The MIG is so promising, almost up to Snaff's standards...sorry. Back to business: diagnostic examination.
• This lab is the perfect place to run a full battery of tests. There's good equipment here and more importantly, it's not mine. So I won't care if it gets destroyed.
• I'm not entirely sure about this. Will the process hurt?
• Of course not. Golems don't feel—well, they don't usually feel pain. This may be a special case, though. We'll just have to forge ahead.
• No thanks. We set out to find an alternative to the Inquest method. We don't need more data on sacrificing sentient beings to improve golem control.
• I suppose we could ask the Inquest. They do fusions like this all the time. Usually with people they don't like, which is a pretty long list.
• Professor Anni
• I'd like to lodge a formal complaint, Zojja. The examination prospectus you provided never mentioned explosions, fires, or hacked golems.
• Better get used to it. All that's just a prelude to what's in store if we keep crossing paths with the Inquest.
• Which we will, because Teyo clearly wants the MIG. And we want their know-how on fusing sentient souls to golems.
• Will that help? I mean, Doxa seems calm enough now, so she's adjusting to her new situation. Inquest machinery could just drive her mad again.
• The Inquest's data, combined with my expertise, gives us a chance. A statistically small chance, but that's better than what she has if we do nothing.
• That's a risk we have to take. If we don't separate her soon, she won't be Doxa anymore. We need to access the Inquest lab known as the Funhouse.
• Bandit Thug: What in the— The blasted moas are out! Get those stupid birds under control!
• Shaman Mergath Flarekin: Behold the power of the Flame Legion! The Black Citadel's rule ends now!
• Relic of Balthazar
• This modifies your finishing move in PvP and WvW combat. Limited charge.
• Double-click to apply this look to any other focus.
• Son of Svanir
• Black Lion Delivery Agent
• M.I.G.
• Pokka's message said you needed help, Savant. And I did promise, so here I am. Lucky for you I enjoy sticking it to the Inquest whenever possible.
• Who, Flakk? No problem. I've known him for years, and he'd give both ears to collaborate with me.
• Or, just think of it as "we need it more and we're smarter than him." Whatever works.
• Spear Block
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• All right, you cretins. There's an antiquity in that lake that the Inquest wants.
• Hit the water and dive down deep. Flip over every algae-coated rock if you have to, and crush anyone or anything that gets in your way.