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- Absolutely.
- That settles it then. Follow me!
- We're saved! Their energy core has overloaded, and their project is dead without it. (laugh)
- Right. We're taking it with us then. Let's get out of here.
- I don't feel so good. I want back the life force they stole!
- We're lucky the energy core overloaded! Their experiment was only a partial success.
- We can't waste this opportunity. Grab it, and let's get out of here!
- Apprehension—system—online. Combat—mode—initiated.
- Oh my! Well, that didn't go as planned. If only I'd had more data crystals. Duck!
- Ownership—sequence—recognized. Hello, Calx. Welcome—back.
- Haha! Success! Those data crystals were what I needed to gain control over Calx's golems.
- Incoming! Destroyer—presence—detected. Automated—defense—systems—activated. Calx—must—be—saved.
- Oh my.
- Attention! The Inquest has a proposition for the survivors of the reactor explosion.
- It's simple. Come with me and help with our experiments. In exchange, we'll cure your magical disruption.
- Why should we trust you? We know you and yours were responsible for the explosion.
- And I don't suppose you could tell us how you plan to cure the survivors?
- Of course. Our experiment will leave you lifeless and bring our dream into fruition. It's a win-win situation!
- Our mission is to imbue these golems with an endless power supply: life energy!
- Think of the possibilities. Imagine how productive they'd be, if your workers never had to power down.
- So, you lose your lives. So what? You will live on, powering our golems for all eternity!
- The Inquest managed to abscond with all of our golems. Kippf! How could you let this happen?
- What? How is this my fault?
- Those golems were supposed to have been reprogrammed to our new specifications days ago!
- I fail to see how that's relevant.
- I'm officially holding you responsible until we recover every golem. Come with me!
- Where to?
- To the Inquest Complex. They have our property, and we're going to retrieve it.
- Greetings, Luminates Plant krewe. The Inquest can put these golems to better use.
- Get out of here, Worrm! We don't lend out our property to the Inquest!
- Objection noted, though that was not a request. Stand aside.
- (sigh) I see your purpose has degraded to institutional larceny. How pitiful.
- Fool! The Inquest will not tolerate the mockery of inferior intellects!
- What are you doing here, Xapp? Have you come to join us? Ha! I've been waiting for this day.
- No. Only an imbecile would arrive at that conclusion. You have golems in your possession that belong to the Luminates Plant.
- Correction: They used to belong to the Luminates Plant. They are property of the Inquest, now.
- Then you leave us no choice but to retake our golems by force!
- I didn't think we'd be able to pull it off, Xapp, but somehow we managed to recover all of our golems!
- Hmph. When will you learn to stop doubting me?
- Sorry, chief.
- Keep your apology. You can redeem yourself by reprogramming these golems. Fit them with our engineering protocol.
- Once you've finished with that, the lightning cannons need a good polishing. They're getting tarnished.
- The golems could use some polish, as well. In fact, why don't you start with that?
- Anything else?
- Oh, I'm sure I can think of a great deal more for you to do.
- Progeny
- The only things I'm learning in school are the effects of boredom.
- You mean today wasn't a holiday? I'm such a dunderhead. My mother's always saying so.
- C.L.E.A.N. 5000
- Clean—all—magic. Kill—all—magic. Kill—all.