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The Reclaimer running through the ruins.
RECLAIMER
I am REALLY getting tired of people shooting at me, throwing things at me, and trying to blow me up.
RECLAIMER
it's time I quit playing by everyone else's rules and started enforcing a few of my own.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
What do you have in mind, Reclaimer?
Close up on the Reclaimer from in front and slightly below.
RECLAIMER
Portent, is Tran still online?
INTUITIVE PORTENT
She is. She's been nestled quite comfortably in my code ever since you Trojaned her in.
RECLAIMER
Good. Can she talk?
INTUITIVE PORTENT
You, of all people, should know, Reclaimer, that when you talk to me, you're already talking to both of us.
The Reclaimer weaving between fallen blocks.
RECLAIMER
Fine. Shut up and listen. Tell her to activate the Smoker program. Pool your resources, give her a signal boost, and route it through my armor's radar system.
RECLAIMER
She knows what I'm looking for, so let her do her thing.
BOLD
It's no use hiding, Reclaimer! There's nowhere for you to run!
The Reclaimer kneeling beside a block, his battle rifle at the ready.
RECLAIMER
C'mon, Tran. Let's get our hustle on.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
Tran reports that, and I quote, "His Highness needs to get a firm grip on his britches." End quote. To her credit, there is still a lot of interference, despite the signal boost, so this may take a few moments.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
In the meantime, I would recommend that you take a more defensible position.
Overhead view of the Reclaimer, revealing that he is still quite visible.
RECLAIMER
Take a look around, Portent. My options are pretty limited. But hey, I'm all ears if you've got any brilliant ideas.
RECLAIMER
Bold is playing a game of cat-and-mouse with us -- and I much prefer being the cat. Is Tran any clo--
INTUITIVE PORTENT
Tran believes she has found what you are looking for.
View of a tunnel opening.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
There is a service tunnel immediately behind you. That is where you need to go.
RECLAIMER
I am REALLY getting tired of people shooting at me, throwing things at me, and trying to blow me up.
RECLAIMER
it's time I quit playing by everyone else's rules and started enforcing a few of my own.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
What do you have in mind, Reclaimer?
Close up on the Reclaimer from in front and slightly below.
RECLAIMER
Portent, is Tran still online?
INTUITIVE PORTENT
She is. She's been nestled quite comfortably in my code ever since you Trojaned her in.
RECLAIMER
Good. Can she talk?
INTUITIVE PORTENT
You, of all people, should know, Reclaimer, that when you talk to me, you're already talking to both of us.
The Reclaimer weaving between fallen blocks.
RECLAIMER
Fine. Shut up and listen. Tell her to activate the Smoker program. Pool your resources, give her a signal boost, and route it through my armor's radar system.
RECLAIMER
She knows what I'm looking for, so let her do her thing.
BOLD
It's no use hiding, Reclaimer! There's nowhere for you to run!
The Reclaimer kneeling beside a block, his battle rifle at the ready.
RECLAIMER
C'mon, Tran. Let's get our hustle on.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
Tran reports that, and I quote, "His Highness needs to get a firm grip on his britches." End quote. To her credit, there is still a lot of interference, despite the signal boost, so this may take a few moments.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
In the meantime, I would recommend that you take a more defensible position.
Overhead view of the Reclaimer, revealing that he is still quite visible.
RECLAIMER
Take a look around, Portent. My options are pretty limited. But hey, I'm all ears if you've got any brilliant ideas.
RECLAIMER
Bold is playing a game of cat-and-mouse with us -- and I much prefer being the cat. Is Tran any clo--
INTUITIVE PORTENT
Tran believes she has found what you are looking for.
View of a tunnel opening.
INTUITIVE PORTENT
There is a service tunnel immediately behind you. That is where you need to go.