Smachimo: переводы

→Elyona: Order of the Evokers\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nIn a very short time, these Osun have developed a rich cultural mythology based on significant individuals from their short and colorful history. It is of no surprise that all of them displayed an innate viciousness and brutality which in most cases led to a violent demise. Such are the heroes that the Osun choose to venerate.

→Congratulations on your appointment to the [PROTOSTAR BUZZBING HONEY EXTRACTION TEAM] in the [AURORIA] region of the planet [NEXUS]! We here at Protostar know that you, [CLONE ZX7-34-2A9-MANAGERIAL] will do your best to make Phineas T. Rotostar and all of us here at Protostar - that is, Phineas T. Rotostar - profitably proud!\n\nTo ensure maximum profitability, please observe the following protocols at all times:\n1. Let the bots do the work. That's what they're for! Your job is to watch them and report if anything goes wrong.\n2. The bots at [INSERT AURORIA HONEY EXTRACTION FACILITY ID HERE] are programmed to seek out and [EXTRACT] all available [BUZZBING HONEY] in the area. Let them! (See Protocol 1.)\n3. If anything goes wrong, contact your immediate superior and request permission to deactivate the haywire bots! Yes, other things could go wrong, but let's be realistic. It's going to be haywire bots.\n4. Should these inevitable haywire bots cause [DISASTER] at your facility, activate your Protostar [DISASTER] Alert Beacon! Rescue should arrive within 7-10 business days. We recommend you keep yourself alive in the interim by [ABSORBING SUNLIGHT, BECAUSE EATING HONEY WOULD EAT INTO PROTOSTAR PROFITS]. \n\nThis is not a [FORM LETTER]!\n\n[INSERT NAME OF IMMEDIATE SUPERVISOR HERE]

→The Dreg are a race of nomadic humanoid scavengers who wander the wilds of Nexus. The result of inadvertent crossbreeding between the castoffs from early Eldan humanoid experiments, the Dreg display a variety of unusual and exaggerated mutations. After generations of isolation spent in the wastelands of Nexus, inbreeding has reduced the Dreg to savage creatures, but with some signs of remaining intelligence. They salvage discarded technology for their own primitive engineering projects, for example, including dangerous weaponry they use to prey on the weak and careless. They can most often be found raiding unsuspecting travelers and settlers, and sometimes capturing victims to drag back to their caravans for food. \n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\nADDITIONAL REFERENCE\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n \n"Dreg big uglies. Dreg big stupids. Dreg big meany times! But Dreg sometimes have best shinies of all! \n\nBest advice - don't try to trade. Don't try to make friendly times. Use Lopp stealth! Sneak in. Grab shinies. Sneak out!\n\nOr better, get big-folk to do it for stupid money. Big-folk don't know best shinies. Think money just as good. Safer for Lopp. More fun for big-stupids! I mean big-folk." \n - From Dealing with Dreg, an essay by Far-Trader Diki

→(The Black Box contains a recording of the moments prior to the crash.) \n\nDOON: This is Corrigan Doon to tower, I am ready for takeoff. \nTOWER: What? No flight plan listed for Corrigan Doon. Wait! Get out of there!\nDOON: It's a bright and sunny day, and I'm taking this little beauty for a spin. \nTOWER: No, no, no! No civilians allowed in Dominion military vessels! Are you intoxicated?\nDOON: Checklist complete. Let's fly!\nTOWER: Did you - wait, you ARE intoxicated! Did you hack the breath analysis software? Get out of there!\nDOON: Launching in five... four... three... two...\nTOWER: Disengage!\nDOON: One... and... engage. Whoooo-hoo, this baby can move! Wait a moment... I say there, should the sky be gray? And rushing right at me like that?

→Ionis: Order of the Watchers\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n Although the OS-1 experiment has been an indisputable success, it is the opinion of the Watchers that the situation is disturbingly volatile. Despite our efforts to present ourselves as powerful deities to the OS-1s, they have displayed increasing levels of independence and hostility. Coupled with their exponential advancements in technology, I fear that we are quickly approaching a climactic event.

→Vorion: Order of the Makers\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nI have constructed an early prototype of an AI construct I am calling "the Caretaker". Early tests of its capabilities have been successful, although a number of glitches in its neural architecture often result in systemic network fractures. Despite these setbacks, the Pell have become very interested in the Caretaker, and I often find them interacting with his various nodes...

→DATACUBE ENTRY: Severe Measures

→DATACUBE ENTRY: Ruthless Games

→Korol: Order of the Shapers\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nReadings indicate an intricate network of primal water flows just beneath the ice in this region-exacerbating the already turbulent weather caused by the Focus itself. One of those flows draws very near to the surface directly beneath this location-one need only to break through a few feet of ice in order to access an almost pure source of the volatile substance.

→Korol: Order of the Shapers\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe geological characteristics of this region are very interesting. Subterranean scans reveal numerous reservoirs of primal water just beneath the surface, often resulting in explosive geysers that burst forth from the ground. Such phenomena are to be expected given the inherent instability of the substance - but the Pell, sadly, have begun to view them as something more divine.

→DATACUBE ENTRY: Visionary Decision

→Jariel: The Archon\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe Transimulator is a fascinating device. Utilizing the almost unlimited computational power of the Datascape, the subject is digitally scanned, and then subjected to a series of tests in an array of virtual environments. These tests are designed to analyze the subject's physical and mental capabilities, in order to prepare them for further experimentation. It shall be a most useful tool as we near the completion of the Project.

→DATACUBE ENTRY: Stunted Intelligence

→Korol: Order of the Shapers\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThese forges are astonishing, achieving levels of heat that rival even some of our own advanced technological equivalents. Because of this, Osun forgemasters are able to create weapons and armor of unexpected complexity and power. I find this very disturbing, but my concerns to this point have fallen on deaf ears.

→Nazrek: Order of the Progenitors\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nI am very satisfied with the outcome of my most recent creation - a plant-animal hybrid with highly specialized environmental camouflage. The beast lures its prey by appearing as a flowering plant, and then bursts from the ground to viciously dispatch it. Although this creature has little relevance to the greater project here on Nexus, I often come here to admire the elegant brutality of its design.

→(This small book is lovingly crafted from natural materials and smells faintly of flowers.)\n\nAnd to think we came all the way from Arboria to this paradise, only to find the Dominion was here, too. Everything they touch is contaminated. All they hope to accomplish is antithetical to what is right and good.\n\nI see no hope for Deradune as long as the Dominion's roots delve so deeply into the fertile ground of the savannah.\n\nIt is the Draken, come to this place like demons of war, thirsty for blood. Dumb brutes. They know nothing of morality, nothing of their place in the natural cycle, nothing of the Weave that draws all living things together. They strive to kill all they encounter, finding glory in slaughter, waging war as a hobby.\n\nHow they disgust me!\n\nWorse, my spies say the Draken have started a Great Hunt. The beasts of the savannah, even the most ferocious and deadly of them, stand no chance against a swarm of Draken hunters.\n\nSome Draken may be killed - deservedly so - by the animals, but the savannah's denizens will suffer nonetheless... all for sport... all for blood! It sickens me to think of such a thing!\n\nLet us not forget the Chua, little fiends that they are. They, too, ply their technological cancer in Deradune, working in tandem with the horned devils in Bloodfire Village.\n\n We must do what we can here, hoping we are not rooted out and brought to ground by our Dominion enemies. We can no more sit upon our tails and wait for the Dominion to leave than we can rise up against them in force and hope to drive them out.\n\nNo, ours must be a guerilla war, a conflict of quick strikes and hasty retreats.\n\n[The entry ends.]

→"You only make one mistake," Ludo said, his huge Chua eyes flashing with wicked glee. "You forget first rule of Chua science."\n\n"What is that, puny worm?" the Osun warlord growled. "Hurry your words. I want to smash you, and you bore me."\n\n"'BORE you'? That huge insult! Very, very not cozmotronic. Also not smart. Because," the Chua said, "you only make one mistake, but it big, BIG mistake!"\n\n"Yeah, still want to smash you. What mistake?" the Osun asked.\n\n"Never loom over an armed Chua when wearing a stupid loincloth!" With a cackle of pure malevolent joy, Ludo pulled the trigger on the molecular destabilizer ray, blasting the Osun's undercarriage with thousands of particles of destructive energy.\n\nThe results were immediate. The towering Osun warlord, so confident of victory moments before, screamed in shock and pain as most of his body below the waist disintegrates into raw atoms. He continued to scream as his upper torso dropped with a sickeningly wet crunch onto the smoldering remains of his shins, driving the jagged edges of his leg bones deep into his lower abdomen. Still screaming, the grotesque creature - who now appeared to have feet growing directly out of his mangled and bleeding intestinal cavity - swung his massive, meaty arms at the quick-footed Chua. Ludo easily rolled out of the way, then brought up his molecular destabilizer ray for another blast. This one caught the warlord a glancing blow alongside his face, stripping the flesh to the bone and forcing an even less intelligible bellow from the dying warlord that sprayed blood, spittle, and pieces of flesh into the air.\n\nTwo more shots, and the Osun was armless and still roaring in agony. With a slightly unhinged laugh, Ludo stepped back, took careful aim at the Osun's face, and asked, "You see now, yes yes?"\n\n"Kill me," the Osun gasped, his strength bleeding out into the muddy soil. With half his face missing, it sounded more like "kith mith," but Ludo was able to understand.\n\n"Yep yep! I think you understand after all. And good news! No one will miss stupid warlord when gone. Because Ludo going to kill your whole tribe!"\n\nThe warlord continued to beg for death, but he would have to wait. Ludo and his molecular destabilizer ray had a lot of work to do.\n\n[The previous excerpt is taken from a presumably fictional novel about a heroic Chua warrior who goes on to single-handedly destroy an entire clan of Osun using his cozmotronic technology. The rest of the story appears to be just as relentlessly violent.]

→Nazrek: Order of the Progenitors\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe extent of Skeech stupidity is truly astonishing. For countless generations they have ventured into this cave in order to worship the massive beast that lives here, and for countless generations they have been devoured by the beast for doing so. I'm certain my more introspective colleagues might see some kind of comparative allegorical significance in this behavior, but I personally just find it amusing.

→Zarkonis: Order of the Makers\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nFinally, my achievements have been recognized! Today the Archon asked me if I was interested in being one of the vessels for the Genesis Prime. Perhaps my opinion of him has been incorrect. He obviously recognizes that my intellect is considerably greater than the others in my Order - such as Vorion, for example. When I proceeded to tell him so, the Archon stood silently before me, and then walked away. Rendered speechless in the blinding light of my genius! I almost pitied the poor fool.

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