NPC"Make way! Make way! Let us greet the hero/heroine!" A small group of festively dressed people rushes toward you.
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NPCAmong the guards in the security cordon you recognise Camille, the young scout who led you to the command centre. When he meets your eye, he smiles and salutes.
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Pilot Raquel"Glory to the von Valancius dynasty! Glory to [Name], a hero/heroine of Rykad Minoris!" A stately, beautiful, and finely dressed woman calls out your name in a sonorous voice. It isn't until you take a closer look at her face that you recognise her as Captain Raquel, the pilot you met on Rykadi Philia.
NPCStanding next to her is her fiancé, Jaspar, the vox operator you rescued at the starport during your first visit to the planet. He, too, is wearing civilian clothes.
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Elderly Citizen"What was the point of herding us here? Celebrating? I could've just as well celebrated at home..." An elderly woman — the one you saved along with other hostages from her crazed husband — shuffles toward you.
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Elderly Citizen"Ahem... Glory to Your thrice-praised Lord/Ladyship! We're, er... very, very grateful to you, we really are! Neither I nor my grandchildren would've probably been alive now if not for you... Oi! Aryld! Move your old bones! Get over here and greet His Lord/Her Ladyship!"
Fanatical Old Man"I'm coming, I'm coming..." The old man trailing his wife is the one whose life you spared despite his links to Aurora's cultists. He casts an apprehensive sideways glance at the prophet's corpse, but quickly looks away and bows to you. "Your Lord/Ladyship!"
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Frightened Rebel"Thank you to our protector! Our benefactor!" The spirited red-headed woman is jumping up and down and waving her hands. However, once she gets close enough to see your face, her eyes widen with shock. "Uh-oh. Uh... oh. Weren't you the one the Chief sent to take over from us? Err... I mean... I'm really glad to see you alive and well!"
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Frightened Rebel"Thank you to our protector! Our benefactor!" The spirited red-headed woman is jumping up and down and waving her hands. "Thank you for being merciful!"
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Master of Ceremonies"The grateful citizens wish to present gifts to their redeemer!" The master of ceremonies' sugary voice almost brings a taste of honey to your mouth.
NPCFor whatever reason, you know for certain that right at this moment, the "gaze" of Aurora's dead, empty eye sockets is fixed upon the back of your head. A thought surfaces in your mind, not a voice inside your head, no, a mere thought: "They are all going to die. Befuddled, deprived, never having seen the Truth. And it is all because of you, enemy mine."
YOU[Greet the people] "It is my pleasure to protect an Imperium world and its honest inhabitants! May the light of the eternal Terra shine on us all!"
Master of Ceremonies"Rykad Minoris honours the Emperor and bows to His most loyal servants, the Rogue Traders!"
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Idira"What... what... they're coming out of the darkness, they're stealing the light... the darkness is insatiable... and behind them, behind these thieves, an ineffable eye follows, watching, watching... aargh!"
HeinrixA grimace contorts Heinrix's face. The Interrogator lifts a hand to his temple, as though struck by a sudden migraine. "What..."
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Kibellah"Something is coming, Domin. An unholy death contrary to His will." Kibellah's eyes are blank as she digs a steel claw into an unhealed wound.
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NPC"Behold! Behold! Behold the Final Dawn!"
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YOU[Address the soldiers in the cordon] "Stop the ceremony! Take the people away! Something terrible is about to happen!"
NPCThe soldiers in the cordon exchange perplexed glances, but their trained discipline prevails and they turn toward the spectators, preparing to lead the crowd away.
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YOU[Turn around and look at Aurora's corpse]
NPCNothing. Nothing strange. The crowd's salutatory clamour; the prophet's motionless corpse. Only the air is oddly still, as before a thunderstorm.
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Local"Er... hello, Y'Lord/Ladyship! Glory to you! Glory!" A motley group of modestly dressed people hurries toward you.
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