NMS 1.37 Korvax Filler dialogues

PuzzleType: EXP_NPC_FILLER_

#1
Alien: The doors between worlds, Traveller! They must open, there must be a secret...

The Korvax seems absorbed in a complex puzzle. I see them sorting codes, layering images, deciphering ancient runes. The symbols are reminiscent of those I have seen on the monoliths that scatter this galaxy.

{Give assistance}
I tell the Korvax what I have learned, but they claimed to have already tested such theories without success.

{Leave}
I leave the Korvax to their puzzle. I would not want to disturb their concentration.


#2
Alien: I am one, I am two, I am three. We are four, we are five, we are six...

The Korvax sway rhythmically, their lights flashing and dancing across their facemask. Is this a private entertainment, or a performance for others in the Convergence? Perhaps they do not make such a distinction.

{Applaud}
I clap, but the Korvax does not seem to notice. I am clearly not the intended audience.

{Boo}
If the Korvax registers my disapproval, they do not show it. Their performance continues uninterrupted.


#3
Alien: This world has beautiful plants, my favourites. Look at them, but please do not harvest.

As with many of their kind, this Korvax projects lights from around their visor. But as I look more closely, I see these are not just random patterns. They have created a tiny, perfect hologram of the local star system.

{Ask for directions}
I ask the Korvax for navigational help, and they alter the projection slightly so as to highlight the planet closest to the space station. Perhaps I should investigate.

{Attempt to scan}
The Korvax quickly shuts down the hologram. My unapproved scanning appears to have offended them.


#4
Alien: A new resonance! Let Korvax adjust to accommodate.

I have become aware of a faint buzzing noise. As I approach the Korvax, I realise the noise is coming from them. A constant faint hum, alternating in frequency. It does not stop, even when they speak to me.

{Start humming}
The Korvax adjusts the frequency of their hum to match mine. For a brief moment, we are as one.

{Leave}
I leave, the gentle song of the Korvax still resonating in my ears.


#5
Alien: Aiee! Traveller! Carapace is irrelevance, yes, but carapace is private!

It seems I have interrupted the Korvax during their maintenance routine. They appear to have been applying some sort of lubricant to their carapace, but the task is unfinished. Perhaps they feel uncomfortable doing so in my presence.

{Offer to help}
The Korvax protests. The joined consciousness of the Convergence is one thing, but I am a pair of hands and eyes too many for them.

{Leave quietly}
I leave quickly and discreetly. The Korvax deserves their peace.


#6
Alien: Traveller! Korvax is the most skilled, has the highest score! Cannot be beaten!

The Korvax makes a series of swift entries on their datapad, before turning the device towards me proudly. There are a series of numbers on the screen, with a highlighted entry at the top of the list.

{Nod appreciatively}
The Korvax seems pleased. This data clearly represents some great accomplishment.

{Take datapad}
I fumble with the datapad, but try as I might I cannot generate number as high as those the Korvax presented.


#7
Alien: Learn, build, assemble. Learn, build, assemble. Faster, stronger, faster, stronger.

The Korvax is idling, repeatedly dismantling and reassembling one of their finger joints. They appear relaxed, lost in this distraction.

{Watch closely}
The longer I stare, the faster the Korvax appears to work. They are a blur, and to watch such skill and precision brings me a deep, if temporary, peace.

{Leave}
I leave the Korvax to their relaxation.


#8
Alien: Eheu! This is the best one yet! So unexpected, such drama!

The Korvax is clearly distracted. They pay me little to no regard, and I am almost certain I can hear sound leaking out from within their helmet.

{Cough}
The Korvax is startled, the sounds from their helmet stopping suddenly. I leave, before this interruption irritates them.

{Leave}
I leave the Korvax in peace.


#9
Alien: Traveller, this is fine starship, yes? Excellent design?

The Korvax is sketching plans in the air in front of them, imagining some complex schematic.

{Examine plans}
I attempt to find meaning in the movements of the Korvax, but I cannot visualise their complex plans.

{Scan plans}
My scanner reveals the plans to be a starship of striking design, tall and elegant. Perhaps I will see it built one day.


#10
Alien: ten percent complete... eleven percent complete... twelve percent complete...

The Korvax is unusually quiet, the only activity a series of rhythmical pulses being made by their visor lights. Something is in progress inside their carapace, but what it is I do not know.

{Wave}
I give the Korvax a friendly greeting, but they do not seem to notice. It is unusual for these lifeforms to be impolite, so I can only assume their mind is elsewhere.

{Leave}
I leave. The Korvax does not notice my departure.


#11
Alien: Do not be alarmed, Traveller. Minor scan. Rampancy check.

As I approach the Korvax, I become aware of a small device in their hands. They are discreetly but unmistakably pointing it towards me, moving its flashing lights and sensors up and down my suit.

{Protest}
The Korvax ignores my protest. They quicken their attempt to scan me, but I leave before it completes.

{Submit to the scan}
The Korvax completes their work. They glance at the data. It appears to please them.


#12
Alien: After hard activity, portable charging unit is real pleasure, Traveller!

The Korvax is only half paying attention. I see a number of small wires trailing from their carapace, and can hear a faint hum.

{Tug wire}
The Korvax convulses. I quickly release the wire, and they return to their stupor. There appears to be no lasting damage, although I detect a slight burning smell.

{Leave}
I leave. The Korvax does not notice my departure.


#13
Alien: Hello Friend! Do not be alarmed. I am real Korvax, it is true.

There is something suspicious about this Korvax. There is a smell in the air, a faint perfume that I cannot quite place...

{Inhale deeply}
I breathe in, filling my lungs with the scented air. I feel a strange compulsion to spend units.

{Leave}
I leave. There is trickery at work here.


#14
Alien: It is the heartbeat of the universe, Traveller. Do you know it?

The Korvax looks at me briefly before beginning to drum their fingers on the surface in front of them. They beat a rhythm:
01000001 01010100 01001100 01000001 01010011

{00110001 00110110}
I drum a reply of my own, my fingers moving themselves to some subconscious rhythm. On hearing it, the Korvax looks at me with alarm. I leave, disconcerted.

{Leave}
I leave, unable to discern any meaning from the pattern.


#15
Alien: Aiee! Traveller! This is not for your eyes. It is nothing. Do not look.

The Korvax is studying a list as I approach, but they quickly hide it. They seem slightly embarrassed, if these lifeforms have such a concept.

{Get angry}
The Korvax cowers, afraid. Nonetheless, they do not reveal their list. As I leave, I notice them adding a new line to their notes.

{Leave}
The Korvax seems relieved as I walk away. I notice them add a note to their list as I depart.


#16
Alien: Traveller. Carapace is divergent. Do not draw attention.

The Korvax before me is stiff, awkward. They appear highly nervous.

{Reassure}
The Korvax seems relieved, though they still appear uncomfortable in my presence. I leave.

{Leave}
I leave the Korvax in peace, their visor apprehensively scanning their surroundings.


#17
Alien: Carapace repair interrupted. Low power. Help recharge, please.

The Korvax's movements are slow and soporific. If they were an organic being, I would say they had just awoken from a deep sleep. I do not know how such concepts apply to these lifeforms.

{Tap the Korvax}
I tap my fingers on the Korvax's carapace. Other than a brief flicker of their lights, it seems to have no effect.

{Leave}
I leave the Korvax in peace.


#18
Alien: Traveller, this is fine multi-tool, yes? Excellent for long-range analysis.

The Korvax's movements are slow and soporific. If they were an organic being, I would say they had just awoken from a deep sleep. I do not know how such concepts apply to these lifeforms.

{Tap the Korvax}
I tap my fingers on the Korvax's carapace. Other than a brief flicker of their lights, it seems to have no effect.

{Leave}
My scanner reveals an elaborate multi-tool, with all manner of extensions and gadgets. I wonder what work the Korvax has in mind for this device?


#19
Alien: Is desk anomaly? Korvax hopes not. Must be careful. Breach everywhere.

The Korvax is busy with a strange enterprise. They appear to be scanning their desk, though their reason for doing so is unclear.

{Use multi-tool scanner}
I scan the desk, but find nothing unusual.

{Move into the scan}
My intrusion sets off an alarm. The Korvax immediately halts the scan, and looks at the output with alarm. I leave quickly.


#20
Alien: Sixteen... sixteen... sixteen... Why not try warping? Why not try warping?

The Korvax appears stuck in a loop, repeating the same thing over and over.

{Attempt to startle}
I make a loud noise, but the Korvax does not notice. Perhaps this carapace holds no sentience, no member of the Convergence. Perhaps it is but a broken shell.

{Leave quietly}
I leave. The Korvax does not notice my departure.