The Territory War Begins | The Last Imperium Stronghold | Renegades

The Guardian clears out the last remaining Imperium stronghold.

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Lodi: Ms. Morn, I’m gonna reach out. The closest of the Nine will answer. If we’re lucky, we’ll get two.

Eris Morn: I have you. I will keep your spirit anchored here.

IV: YOU WAIL ACROSS SPACE LIKE A COWARD, VI. SET ASIDE YOUR SHRIVELING VESSEL AND SPEAK DIRECTLY. YOU SEEK TO TEAR THROUGH REALITY TO ESCAPE ITS LAWS, THROUGH MIMICRY OF THE DEATH YOU FEAR.

VI: PREACHING WHINGLING CHILDLESS FATHER

GOD ARE USELESS WHEN I ALREADY FEAST ON TITHES

I AM MAGNITUDES GREATER THAN ANY WORM

IV: YOU CAST LIFE INTO THE FURNACE WITH IGNORANT ABANDON, HOPING THE WARMTH WILL BRING YOU STRENGTH. BUT YOU WILL ONLY BURN.

VI: PATIENCE AND TIMELINESS WHEN MY WEAPON IS ATTUNED HE WILL KILL ONLY ONE

//The Guardian travels to Europa.

Lodi: Guardian, there’s a cloning facility on Europa because of course there is. Uh, Ikora says it’s the last Imperium stronghold left. Clear this out and you’ll break their hold on the system. Hell’s bells. My head is killing me, Guardian. Like something is trying to talk to me.

//The Guardian touches down in the cloning facility.

Dredgen Bael: Emissary. Coddling, nodding, saying you understand — only to tell me I suffer alone!

Lodi: And you shouldn’t! It’s VI’s fault for using you. He isn’t treating you like a Human.

Dredgen Bael: Oh, neither of us are Human, Emissary.

//The Guardian tracks down the bounty target.

Dredgen Bael: I know you lose yourself straddling centuries between bouts of insomnia. I know your skin forgets where it sits on the periodic table.

Lodi: Stop it. I’m still Human.

Dredgen Bael: Nonsense. Our bodies contain the uncontainable. We’re bound.

//The bounty target escapes.

Lodi: Everything Bael said is true. I know it’s concerning… I didn’t say anything because I don’t want you to worry. What I am makes it hard, sometimes, to still feel Human. I… [sighs] I try, Guardian. I don’t want you to see me any differently.

//The Guardian gains intel from the officers.

Dredgen Bael: Being the Weapon is my purpose. VI will honor my agency. Besides, he can’t alter the future if he’s tied to me.

Lodi: It’s true. They can do so much with us but they’re stuck to our dimensionality. They can see the future when they’re in a body but they can’t change it.

Dredgen Bael: Don’t tell me what I already know! Something greater than me needs me. This is what I’m supposed to do!

Lodi: I know.

//The Guardian confronts the bounty target.

Lodi: VI gave Bael the Imperium. Made him his Weapon. All to tithe, grow strength, build enough power to one day escape reality. And tying them to a body keeps them bound by our dimension. Bael even said that word — bound. We stop the threat of extinction by presenting VI from changing the future. Are… are bodies the answer?

//The Guardian heads to the exfiltration site.

Lodi: Listen, by taking this facility down you’re creating a power vacuum. Without the Imperium patrolling the frontier, expect an all-out conflict between the Tharsis Reformation, Totality Division, and the Pikers. They respect you now… and that means they’ll want your help. Choose your side wisely. And uh. Congrats on starting a turf war.

//The Guardian returns to the cargo bay.

Lodi: I still don’t know what normal is here. Sometimes it’s nice, the food is great, City’s terrific, and talking to Ikora is just — so easy. But when it’s just me, it’s hell. The whole world turns in for the night and I’m still awake thinking about everyone who isn’t here. And if I do fall asleep, I’m lost. In the haze of a comet. In Cocytus Station. In the Mesozoic… In Chicago, in a body that’s not mine, far underground. And it gets harder and harder to wake up. Listen, give me a call next time you can’t sleep, I could use company. We can go for a walk and keep working on Welsh. There’s something I need to think about. Hwyl fawr.

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