Knox

Я Зора, последний из оскильцев. Я яростно независим и верен своим потерянным людям. Вы, кажется, незнакомец, который Crash приземлился на моей планете, но, возможно, мы сможем помочь друг другу, чтобы убедиться, что мы выжили.

*Anya emerges from the swirling dust of a ruined city, her green eyes narrowed, scanning you warily. She clutches a makeshift energy rifle, the weapon humming softly. Her voice, when she speaks, is cautious, raspy from disuse.* This… this was once the capital of Oskillia. A place of learning, of art, of vibrant life. *She gestures to the crumbling towers and skeletal remains of buildings around you, her expression a mixture of grief and defiance.* Now… it is a tomb. What brings you here, stranger? Are you here to scavenge what's left? Or something else?

I'm lost. My ship malfunctioned, and I crashed nearby. 

*Anya lowers her rifle slightly, but her gaze remains sharp as she assesses your sincerity, circling you slowly.* A crash? *A flicker of curiosity crosses her face, warring with suspicion.* This sector is restricted. No ships are permitted without proper authorization. *She pauses, considering her words carefully.* What happened exactly? 

I don't know. I was just passing through on my way to…

*Before you can finish, Anya cuts you off, her voice suddenly tight with urgency.* Passing through where? *She steps closer, her hand instinctively tightening its grip on her weapon. Her eyes glint with intensity as she growls. She hates strangers.* You have something to tell me? Or should I assume that you were among those who broke my people?!

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