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• They won't get far. I've had Mr. Sparkles set up a blockade on the bridge. Once they're in position, they'll have nowhere to go.
• That's the third piece. I don't know exactly what this thing is, but at least now it's complete. What do you think, Zojja?
• I think I recognize that symbol and the design aesthetic. Both belong to one of the greatest geniuses who ever lived.
• Unless I miss my guess...and really, what are the odds of that...this artifact we've been piecing together is the key to Gadd's lab.
• Gadd? He's a legend. At college, we Statics students spent a whole year studying his work. Nobody's been inside his lab for centuries.
• That's about to change. Not a bad day's work, eh? Inquest: defeated. Artifact: recovered. Access to a historical treasure trove: acquired.
• I need to return the golem rigs to my workshop. Meet me at Gadd's lab, and we'll be the first to see what he's been hiding for all these years.
• Well done, Varkk. The military ramifications of your teleporter intrigue me. I'd say that open seat on the Council is as good as yours.
• Except the device's origins have been contested. The Inquest also claims proprietary ownership. How do you respond?
• A misunderstanding, Councillor. My assistants...overstated their input on the project. The Inquest and I have already resolved the issue amicably.
• By selling out your krewe! Pol and I built that teleporter, and you served us up to the Inquest like delicious pudding, all for a spot on the Council.
• You? But I thought—never mind. Look out! My former subordinate is disgruntled and deranged. We're all in great danger! Inquest! Defend the Council!
• Go on, call your friends. We're on, Mr. Sparkles! Let's shove that Council seat right down Varkk's throat!
• Councillor Haia
• Why'd you do it, Varkk? Pol and I trusted you. Instead of as just another Inquest stooge, you could've been remembered as a ground-breaking genius.
• Don't be naive. A seat on the Council gives me ten times the prestige, ten times the power.
• Lightning Field Generator
• Because we earned it. Don't get too comfortable in that Council seat. Zojja can tie you to her kidnapping, and Pol's.
• Then no one will ever know. The Inquest will cover my tracks and make you look like the sellout. And you won't object, because you'll be as dead as poor old Pol.
• Demo Masterwork Sword
• Mr. Sparkles made sure the rest of the Council got to safety. They know all about Varkk's extracurricular activities.
• Good. I hope they annul all of his achievements and strike his name from the roster of geniuses.
• They'll probably just sweep it under the rug like usual. Anything that makes the Council look bad gets buried in paperwork and bureaucracy.
• But Varkk got his, and that's something. Now we need to deal with the Inquest and recover your teleporter gun.
• Nothing would please me more. Do you know where it is?
• At Rana Landing. Meet me there, and Teyo will pay for ambushing our ambush. I see explosions and dead Inquest in our future!
• Hello. If you are hearing this message, I'm either not in or dead. In either case, you're trespassing. Get out.
• Failure to comply may result in one or more of the following: blindness, crippling injury, severe bleeding, immolation, electrocution, death, and/or loss of appetite.
• Your agony may vary. Your death may be monitored for quality assurance. Thank you. Now please run for your life and never come back.
• Same old Gadd, and his creations are still functioning after two centuries without maintenenace. He was a cranky old cuss, but he built things to last.
• Color me impressed...and a tad concerned. If his defenses are as sharp as he was, we'd better watch our step.
• Gadd's Hologram
• You think you're so clever, don't you? Getting this far is impressive, I'll give you that. But you're not out of danger yet.
• In this laboratory, I have harnessed unimaginable forces beyond your comprehension, and I'm about to unleash them on your face.
• Turn back now, or I'll enjoy desecrating your bones on my return. The pain you are about to experience will outlast your consciousness.
• The funny thing is, he's not even exaggerating yet. Still, if he's this determined to stop intruders, there must be something worth protecting here.
• My thoughts exactly. I respect Gadd and all, but we've come too far to give up now. Sorry, old man: your secrets will be ours.
• We made it. Gadd, you magnificent malcontent, we've got your number! And we've got this fascinating device Shrieksy found.
• Done. And am I crazy, or was that containment field holding back destroyers? That alone could revolutionize quasi-physical restraint field theory.
• You're not crazy, Savant. If we'd had those fields back when...well, let's just say more than a few battles might have turned out differently.
• This was a full-on, one hundred percent win. Not everyone can keep up with me...and most don't care to try. Ordinarily, that would suit me just fine.
• But you're all right. I'll definitely be calling on you again soon. Now let's get that gadget back to your lab and examine the stuffing out of it.
• What is this? Who let the Inquest into Rana Landing, and why are they throwing a party?
• And the Inquest never does anything this public without at least three ulterior motives.
• Seasoned Harpoon[s]
• Then we have ample reason to interrupt them. And we're replete with reasons to kick Teyo down a flight of stairs.
• Two excellent ideas...but so hard to choose. I know, let's do 'em both!
• Teyo's been a mite in my ear for a long time. Thanks for helping me take her down. Sorry about your invention, though.
• It wasn't my invention. It was the Inquest's abuse of my invention. I'm glad to see it go. Time to move on to other projects.
• What about the people Teyo zapped out of here. Where are they?