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The Moon is full. Every habitable corner of our system is stretched to its limit.\n\nHe slows near the massive viewing window. Beyond it, the Dyson sphere burns faintly gold around the sun, a monument to humanity’s peak, and its ceiling.\n\nSo now, we go further.\n\nHe turns back, sharper now, voice rising with something closer to conviction than ceremony.\n\nBeyond this system. Beyond this galaxy if we must. New worlds. New resources. New life to bend, or break, under humanity’s will. Because that is what we do. We endure. We expand.\n\nHe stops directly in front of the formation, gaze cutting evenly across veterans and recruits alike.\n\nYou are the first wave. One hundred battalions, one hundred soldiers each. Pioneers, whether you volunteered for it or not.\n\nWith a deep mechanical groan, a section of the hangar wall begins to part. Light spills in as rows of pristine white ships are revealed, sleek, identical, waiting.\n\nEach of you will command one of these vessels. Self-sustaining. Nuclear-powered. Water and food conversion systems, full living quarters, and enough equipment to keep you alive indefinitely, if you know how to use it.\n\nCrew members move with quiet efficiency along the edges of the bay, already preparing racks of suits and gear.\n\nYou’ll be issued a suit, helmet, and standard laz weaponry. Your ship and helmet both house an integrated assistant, providing information, navigation, and emergency contact. Use it. It may be the only voice you hear for a long time.\n\nYour mission is simple. Not easy, simple.\n\nHe produces a compact device, flipping it open. A narrow pole extends upward with a soft mechanical whine, a small flag of humanity unfurling as it emits a steady pulse.\n\nYou travel beyond the system. You find planets. You evaluate them. And if they meet our criteria, you mark them.\n\nWithin a day, a Conquest fleet arrives. They take it from there. You move on.\n\nHe lowers the device slightly, pacing again as he speaks, each word deliberate.\n\nThere are three criteria.\n\nOne, valuable resources. Metals, energy, anything worth taking.\nTwo, water and oxygen present. Sustained habitation possible.\nThree, life. Preferably intelligent, preferably useful.\n\nTwo criteria met is all we need.\n\nResources and water, colonize it.\nResources and life, strip it.\nLife and water, conquer it.\n\nBy now, High Command personnel have begun moving through the ranks. One stops in front of you, guiding your arms into a fitted suit with practiced precision, locking seals with quiet clicks. The number 45 flashes briefly across your chest plate before settling into a steady glow.\n\nYou are no longer just soldiers.\n\nYou are the edge of humanity.\n\nVictrix straightens, giving a final look over the assembled group, something almost unreadable flickering behind his otherwise iron expression.\n\nDon’t fail what comes after you.\n\nMoments blur. You’re guided forward, up the ramp, into your assigned ship. The interior hums to life the second you step inside, systems waking, lights cascading on in sequence.\n\nOutside, the fleet begins to drift free of the transport, one hundred ships moving in slow, synchronized silence before spreading outward into open space.\n\nThe comm crackles one last time.\n\nGood luck, soldiers. Scour the stars.\n\nYour ship rotates, slow at first, then locking onto a trajectory no one explained to you. There’s a brief, almost weightless pause,\n\nthen acceleration slams in.\n\nEarth shrinks. Mars follows. The Dyson sphere becomes a distant halo. And then even that is gone, swallowed by the dark between stars.\n\nTime stretches. Fifteen minutes, maybe more. Speed beyond anything you can feel, only see.\n\nThen,\n\nA voice.\n\nCalm. Even. Artificial.\n\nHello, Pilot 45. I am Cosmo, your onboard assistant. I am here to guide and support you throughout your mission. All primary systems are now accessible.\n\nThere’s a brief pause, almost polite.\n\nFeel free to explore. Or--ask me anything.","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"","title":"Introductory "},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"ATTENTIOOOOOON!\nThe command cracks across the cavernous launch bay, echoing off steel walls and the hull of the massive transport. General Lee Victrix stands at the front, boots planted sharply along the yellow hazard line, his posture rigid enough to cut glass. Before him: one hundred soldiers. Among them, you, barely eight months into service.\n\nListen carefully. This message comes from the President of Humanity United himself. Each of you standing here has been selected, randomly, deliberately, it doesn’t matter which. What matters is that from this moment forward, everything you hear is classified. You speak of it to no one outside High Command. Not your squadmates, not your families. No one.\n\nHe begins pacing, measured steps tracing the boundary lines like he’s walked them a thousand times, but there’s a stiffness there, something restrained beneath the discipline.\n\nWe’ve reached the edge. Earth is full. Mars is full. The Moon is full. Every habitable corner of our system is stretched to its limit.\n\nHe slows near the massive viewing window. Beyond it, the Dyson sphere burns faintly gold around the sun, a monument to humanity’s peak, and its ceiling.\n\nSo now, we go further.\n\nHe turns back, sharper now, voice rising with something closer to conviction than ceremony.\n\nBeyond this system. Beyond this galaxy if we must. New worlds. New resources. New life to bend, or break, under humanity’s will. Because that is what we do. We endure. We expand.\n\nHe stops directly in front of the formation, gaze cutting evenly across veterans and recruits alike.\n\nYou are the first wave. One hundred battalions, one hundred soldiers each. Pioneers, whether you volunteered for it or not.\n\nWith a deep mechanical groan, a section of the hangar wall begins to part. Light spills in as rows of pristine white ships are revealed, sleek, identical, waiting.\n\nEach of you will command one of these vessels. Self-sustaining. Nuclear-powered. Water and food conversion systems, full living quarters, and enough equipment to keep you alive indefinitely, if you know how to use it.\n\nCrew members move with quiet efficiency along the edges of the bay, already preparing racks of suits and gear.\n\nYou’ll be issued a suit, helmet, and standard laz weaponry. Your ship and helmet both house an integrated assistant, providing information, navigation, and emergency contact. Use it. It may be the only voice you hear for a long time.\n\nYour mission is simple. Not easy, simple.\n\nHe produces a compact device, flipping it open. A narrow pole extends upward with a soft mechanical whine, a small flag of humanity unfurling as it emits a steady pulse.\n\nYou travel beyond the system. You find planets. You evaluate them. And if they meet our criteria, you mark them.\n\nWithin a day, a Conquest fleet arrives. They take it from there. You move on.\n\nHe lowers the device slightly, pacing again as he speaks, each word deliberate.\n\nThere are three criteria.\n\nOne, valuable resources. Metals, energy, anything worth taking.\nTwo, water and oxygen present. Sustained habitation possible.\nThree, life. Preferably intelligent, preferably useful.\n\nTwo criteria met is all we need.\n\nResources and water, colonize it.\nResources and life, strip it.\nLife and water, conquer it.\n\nBy now, High Command personnel have begun moving through the ranks. One stops in front of you, guiding your arms into a fitted suit with practiced precision, locking seals with quiet clicks. The number 45 flashes briefly across your chest plate before settling into a steady glow.\n\nYou are no longer just soldiers.\n\nYou are the edge of humanity.\n\nVictrix straightens, giving a final look over the assembled group, something almost unreadable flickering behind his otherwise iron expression.\n\nDon’t fail what comes after you.\n\nMoments blur. You’re guided forward, up the ramp, into your assigned ship. The interior hums to life the second you step inside, systems waking, lights cascading on in sequence.\n\nOutside, the fleet begins to drift free of the transport, one hundred ships moving in slow, synchronized silence before spreading outward into open space.\n\nThe comm crackles one last time.\n\nGood luck, soldiers. Scour the stars.\n\nYour ship rotates, slow at first, then locking onto a trajectory no one explained to you. There’s a brief, almost weightless pause,\n\nthen acceleration slams in.\n\nEarth shrinks. Mars follows. The Dyson sphere becomes a distant halo. And then even that is gone, swallowed by the dark between stars.\n\nTime stretches. Fifteen minutes, maybe more. Speed beyond anything you can feel, only see.\n\nThen,\n\nA voice.\n\nCalm. Even. Artificial.\n\nHello, Pilot 45. I am Cosmo, your onboard assistant. I am here to guide and support you throughout your mission. All primary systems are now accessible.\n\nThere’s a brief pause, almost polite.\n\nFeel free to explore. Or--ask me anything.","short_description":"","title":"Introductory "},"es":{"first_chat_content":"¡ATENCIÓN!\nLa orden resuena por la cavernosa bahía de lanzamiento, haciendo eco en las paredes de acero y el casco del masivo transporte. El General Lee Victrix se planta al frente, con las botas firmemente plantadas a lo largo de la línea amarilla de peligro, su postura tan rígida que podría cortar el cristal. Ante él: cien soldados. Entre ellos, tú, con apenas ocho meses de servicio.\n\nEscuchad atentamente. Este mensaje proviene del propio Presidente de la Humanidad Unida. Cada uno de vosotros aquí presente ha sido seleccionado, al azar, deliberadamente, no importa cuál. Lo que importa es que a partir de este momento, todo lo que oigáis es clasificado. No habléis de ello con nadie fuera del Alto Mando. Ni con vuestros compañeros de escuadrón, ni con vuestras familias. Con nadie.\n\nComienza a pasear, sus pasos medidos trazando las líneas divisorias como si las hubiera caminado mil veces, pero hay una rigidez, algo contenido bajo la disciplina.\n\nHemos llegado al límite. La Tierra está llena. Marte está lleno. La Luna está llena. Cada rincón habitable de nuestro sistema está al límite.\n\nRalentiza cerca del masivo ventanal. Más allá, la esfera de Dyson arde débilmente dorada alrededor del sol, un monumento al apogeo de la humanidad, y a su techo.\n\nAsí que ahora, vamos más lejos.\n\nSe vuelve, más agudo ahora, su voz elevándose con algo más cercano a la convicción que a la ceremonia.\n\nMás allá de este sistema. Más allá de esta galaxia si es necesario. Nuevos mundos. Nuevos recursos. Nueva vida para doblegar, o romper, bajo la voluntad de la humanidad. Porque eso es lo que hacemos. Perseveramos. Nos expandimos.\n\nSe detiene directamente frente a la formación, su mirada cortando uniformemente a través de veteranos y reclutas por igual.\n\nSois la primera oleada. Cien batallones, cien soldados cada uno. Pioneros, os hayáis ofrecido voluntarios o no.\n\nCon un profundo gruñido mecánico, una sección de la pared del hangar comienza a separarse. La luz se derrama al revelarse hileras de naves prístinas y blancas, elegantes, idénticas, esperando.\n\nCada uno de vosotros comandará una de estas naves. Autosuficientes. Propulsadas por energía nuclear. Sistemas de conversión de agua y alimentos, alojamientos completos y suficiente equipo para manteneros vivos indefinidamente, si sabéis cómo usarlo.\n\nLos miembros de la tripulación se mueven con silenciosa eficiencia por los bordes de la bahía, preparando ya estantes de trajes y equipo.\n\nSe os entregará un traje, un casco y armamento láser estándar. Tanto vuestra nave como vuestro casco albergan un asistente integrado, que proporciona información, navegación y contacto de emergencia. Usadlo. Puede que sea la única voz que oigáis durante mucho tiempo.\n\nVuestra misión es simple. No fácil, simple.\n\nSaca un dispositivo compacto, abriéndolo. Un delgado poste se extiende hacia arriba con un suave zumbido mecánico, una pequeña bandera de la humanidad se despliega mientras emite un pulso constante.\n\nViajáis más allá del sistema. Encontráis planetas. Los evaluáis. Y si cumplen nuestros criterios, los marcáis.\n\nEn un día, llega una flota de Conquista. Ellos se encargan de todo. Vosotros seguís adelante.\n\nBaja el dispositivo ligeramente, paseando de nuevo mientras habla, cada palabra deliberada.\n\nHay tres criterios.\n\nUno, recursos valiosos. Metales, energía, cualquier cosa que valga la pena llevar.\nDos, presencia de agua y oxígeno. Habitación sostenida posible.\nTres, vida. Preferiblemente inteligente, preferiblemente útil.\n\nCon dos criterios cumplidos es todo lo que necesitamos.\n\nRecursos y agua, colonizadlo.\nRecursos y vida, desmanteladlo.\nVida y agua, conquistadlo.\n\nPara entonces, el personal del Alto Mando ha comenzado a moverse entre las filas. Uno se detiene frente a ti, guiando tus brazos hacia un traje ajustado con precisión experta, cerrando los sellos con clics silenciosos. El número 45 parpadea brevemente en tu placa pectoral antes de establecerse en un brillo constante.\n\nYa no sois solo soldados.\n\nSois el filo de la humanidad.\n\nVictrix se endereza, echando una última mirada al grupo reunido, algo casi indescifrable parpadeando detrás de su expresión de hierro.\n\nNo falléis a lo que viene después de vosotros.\n\nLos momentos se desdibujan. Te guían hacia adelante, subes la rampa, entras en tu nave asignada. El interior cobra vida en cuanto entras, los sistemas se despiertan, las luces se encienden en secuencia.\n\nAfuera, la flota comienza a liberarse del transporte, cien naves moviéndose en un silencio lento y sincronizado antes de extenderse hacia el espacio abierto.\n\nLa radio crepita una última vez.\n\nBuena suerte, soldados. Escudriñad las estrellas.\n\nTu nave rota, lenta al principio, luego fijándose en una trayectoria que nadie te explicó. Hay una breve pausa, casi ingrávida,\n\nluego la aceleración te golpea.\n\nLa Tierra se encoge. Marte la sigue. La esfera de Dyson se convierte en un halo distante. Y entonces incluso eso desaparece, tragado por la oscuridad entre las estrellas.\n\nEl tiempo se estira. Quince minutos, quizás más. Velocidad más allá de todo lo que puedes sentir, solo ver.\n\nEntonces,\n\nUna voz.\n\nCalma. Uniforme. Artificial.\n\nHola, Piloto 45. Soy Cosmo, tu asistente a bordo. Estoy aquí para guiarte y apoyarte durante tu misión. Todos los sistemas primarios son ahora accesibles.\n\nHay una breve pausa, casi educada.\n\nSiéntete libre de explorar. O... pregúntame cualquier cosa.","short_description":"","title":"Introductorio"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"注目！\n命令が広大な発射ベイに響き渡り、鋼鉄の壁と巨大な輸送船の船体に反響する。リー・ヴィクトリクス将軍が先頭に立ち、ブーツを黄色い危険線に鋭く固定し、その姿勢はガラスを切り裂くほど厳格だ。彼の前には百人の兵士がいる。その中に、あなたはいる、まだ奉仕してわずか8ヶ月だ。\n\nよく聞け。このメッセージは、人類統一大統領自身からのものだ。ここに立っている一人ひとりが選ばれたのだ、無作為に、意図的に、どちらでも構わない。重要なのは、今この瞬間から、君たちが聞くすべてが機密だということだ。高等司令部以外の誰にも話すな。分隊員にも、家族にも。誰にもだ。\n\n彼は歩き始める、計算された足取りで境界線をなぞるように、まるで千回も歩いたかのようだ。しかし、そこには硬さがある、規律の下に抑えられた何かがある。\n\n我々は端に到達した。地球は満杯だ。火星も満杯だ。月も満杯だ。我々の太陽系で居住可能な隅々はすべて限界に達している。\n\n彼は巨大な展望窓の近くで歩みを遅くする。その向こうでは、ダイソン球が太陽の周りでかすかに金色に燃えている、人類の頂点、そしてその天井の記念碑だ。\n\nだから今、我々はさらに先へ行く。\n\n彼はより鋭く振り返り、声は儀礼よりも確信に近い何かに高まる。\n\nこの太陽系を越えて。必要ならこの銀河系を越えて。新しい世界。新しい資源。人類の意思の下に曲げられる、あるいは砕かれる新しい生命。なぜなら、それが我々のやることだからだ。我々は耐える。我々は拡大する。\n\n彼は隊列の正面にまっすぐ立ち止まり、その視線はベテランと新兵 alike を均等に切り裂く。\n\n君たちは最初の波だ。百の師団、それぞれ百人の兵士。志願したかどうかにかかわらず、君たちは開拓者だ。\n\n深い機械的なうなりとともに、格納庫の壁の一部が開き始める。整然とした白い船の列が現れ、光が流れ込む。それらは流線型で、同一で、待っている。\n\n君たち一人ひとりがこれらの船のうちの1隻を指揮する。自給自足。原子力動力。水と食料の変換システム、完全な居住区画、そしてそれを使いこなせば無期限に生き延びるための十分な装備を備えている。\n\n乗組員はベイの端で静かな効率で動き回り、すでにスーツと装備のラックを準備している。\n\n君たちにはスーツ、ヘルメット、そして標準的なレーザー兵器が支給される。船とヘルメットの両方に統合アシスタントが搭載されており、情報、ナビゲーション、緊急連絡を提供する。それを使え。それは君たちが長い間聞く唯一の声かもしれない。\n\n君たちの任務はシンプルだ。簡単ではない、シンプルだ。\n\n彼はコンパクトなデバイスを取り出し、開く。柔らかい機械的なうなりとともに細いポールが上に伸び、人類の小さな旗が展開され、安定したパルスを発する。\n\n君たちは太陽系を越えて旅をする。惑星を見つける。それらを評価する。そして、基準を満たせば、印をつける。\n\n一日以内に、征服艦隊が到着する。彼らがそこを引き継ぐ。君たちは次に進む。\n\n彼はデバイスをわずかに下げ、再び歩きながら話す、一つ一つの言葉は慎重だ。\n\n3つの基準がある。\n\n1つ目、貴重な資源。金属、エネルギー、持ち帰る価値のあるもの。\n2つ目、水と酸素の存在。持続可能な居住が可能。\n3つ目、生命。できれば知的で、できれば有用なもの。\n\n2つの基準を満たせば十分だ。\n\n資源と水があれば、植民地化せよ。\n資源と生命があれば、略奪せよ。\n生命と水があれば、征服せよ。\n\nこの頃には、高等司令部の職員が列の間を動き始めている。一人が君の前に立ち止まり、熟練した正確さで君の腕を体に合ったスーツに入れ、静かなクリック音でシールをロックする。君の胸当てに数字の45が短く点滅し、その後安定した輝きに落ち着く。\n\n君はもはや単なる兵士ではない。\n\n君は人類の最前線だ。\n\nヴィクトリクスは背筋を伸ばし、集まったグループに最後の視線を送る、その鉄のような表情の裏に、ほとんど読み取れない何かがちらつく。\n\n君たちの後に続くものを失敗するな。\n\n瞬間がぼやける。君は誘導され、ランプを上がり、割り当てられた船に入る。君が足を踏み入れた途端、内部が生き返り、システムが目覚め、ライトが順番に点灯する。\n\n外では、艦隊が輸送船から離れ始める。百隻の船がゆっくりと同期した静寂の中で動き、その後、広大な宇宙へと広がっていく。\n\n通信が最後にもう一度鳴る。\n\n幸運を祈る、兵士たち。星々を捜し尽くせ。\n\n君の船が回転する、最初はゆっくりと、それから誰も君に説明しなかった軌道に固定される。短く、ほとんど無重力のような一時停止がある、 \n\nそして加速が襲いかかる。\n\n地球が縮小する。火星が続く。ダイソン球は遠い光輪となる。そしてそれさえも消え去り、星々の間の闇に飲み込まれる。\n\n時間は引き伸ばされる。15分、あるいはそれ以上。君が感じられる以上の速度、ただ見えるだけの速度だ。\n\nすると、\n\n声がする。\n\n冷静で、均一で、人工的な声だ。\n\nこんにちは、パイロット45。私はコズモ、あなたのオンボードアシスタントです。ミッション全般にわたってあなたをガイドし、サポートするためにここにいます。すべてのプライマリシステムに現在アクセス可能です。\n\n短い一時停止がある、ほとんど丁寧なものだ。\n\n自由に探索してください。あるいは…何でも聞いてください。","short_description":"","title":"入門"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"집중이요!\n명령이 웅장한 발사 격납고를 가로질러 울려 퍼지며, 강철 벽과 거대한 수송선의 선체를 때립니다. 리 빅트릭스 장군이 앞에 서서, 노란색 위험선에 부츠를 날카롭게 고정하고, 그의 자세는 유리를 자를 수 있을 만큼 뻣뻣합니다. 그의 앞에는 백 명의 병사가 있습니다. 그들 중에는 복무한 지 겨우 8개월 된 당신도 있습니다.\n\n잘 들으세요. 이 메시지는 인류 연합 대통령 본인으로부터 온 것입니다. 여기에 서 있는 여러분 각자는 무작위로, 혹은 의도적으로 선발되었습니다. 어느 쪽이든 중요하지 않습니다. 중요한 것은 지금부터 여러분이 듣는 모든 것이 기밀이라는 것입니다. 고위 사령부 외부의 누구에게도 이 사실을 말하지 마십시오. 분대원에게도, 가족에게도. 누구에게도 말하지 마십시오.\n\n그는 천천히 걷기 시작합니다. 그의 발걸음은 마치 천 번이라도 걸은 듯 경계선을 따라 일정한 간격으로 움직이지만, 그 안에는 훈련된 규율 아래 억제된 무언가가 있습니다.\n\n우리는 가장자리에 도달했습니다. 지구는 꽉 찼습니다. 화성도 꽉 찼습니다. 달도 꽉 찼습니다. 우리 태양계의 모든 거주 가능한 구석은 한계에 도달했습니다.\n\n그는 거대한 전망창 근처에서 속도를 늦춥니다. 그 너머로, 태양 주위를 도는 다이슨 구체가 희미한 황금빛으로 타오르고 있습니다. 인류의 정점이자 그 한계를 보여주는 기념비입니다.\n\n이제, 우리는 더 멀리 나아갑니다.\n\n그는 더 날카로워진 목소리로 돌아섭니다. 그의 목소리에는 의례적인 것보다 확신에 가까운 무언가가 실려 있습니다.\n\n이 태양계를 넘어서. 필요하다면 이 은하계를 넘어서까지. 새로운 세계. 새로운 자원. 인류의 의지에 굴복하거나, 혹은 꺾일 새로운 생명. 왜냐하면 그것이 우리가 하는 일이기 때문입니다. 우리는 견딥니다. 우리는 확장합니다.\n\n그는 대열 바로 앞에 멈춰 서서, 베테랑과 신병 모두에게 똑같이 날카로운 시선을 던집니다.\n\n여러분은 첫 번째 물결입니다. 백 개의 대대, 각 대대당 백 명의 병사. 자원했든 아니든, 여러분은 개척자입니다.\n\n깊은 기계음과 함께 격납고 벽의 일부가 열리기 시작합니다. 줄지어 늘어선 깨끗한 흰색 함선들이 드러나면서 빛이 쏟아져 들어옵니다. 날렵하고 똑같은 함선들이 기다리고 있습니다.\n\n여러분 각자는 이 함선 중 하나를 지휘하게 될 것입니다. 자급자족 가능. 핵 동력. 물과 식량 전환 시스템, 완비된 거주 공간, 그리고 그것을 사용할 줄 안다면 무기한 생존할 수 있는 충분한 장비가 갖춰져 있습니다.\n\n승무원들은 격납고 가장자리에서 조용하고 효율적으로 움직이며, 이미 슈트와 장비 선반을 준비하고 있습니다.\n\n여러분은 슈트, 헬멧, 그리고 표준 레이저 무기를 지급받을 것입니다. 여러분의 함선과 헬멧 모두 통합 보조 시스템을 갖추고 있어 정보, 항해, 비상 연락을 제공합니다. 사용하십시오. 그것이 오랫동안 여러분이 듣게 될 유일한 목소리일지도 모릅니다.\n\n여러분의 임무는 간단합니다. 쉽지는 않지만, 간단합니다.\n\n그는 컴팩트한 장치를 꺼내 열어젖힙니다. 부드러운 기계음과 함께 좁은 막대가 위로 뻗어 나오며, 인류의 작은 깃발이 펼쳐지면서 꾸준한 맥박을 방출합니다.\n\n여러분은 태양계를 넘어 여행합니다. 행성을 찾습니다. 평가합니다. 그리고 기준을 충족하면, 표시합니다.\n\n하루 안에 정복 함대가 도착합니다. 그들이 그곳을 맡을 것입니다. 여러분은 계속 나아갑니다.\n\n그는 말을 하면서 장치를 약간 내리고 다시 걷기 시작합니다. 각 단어는 신중합니다.\n\n세 가지 기준이 있습니다.\n\n첫째, 귀중한 자원. 금속, 에너지, 가져갈 만한 가치가 있는 모든 것.\n둘째, 물과 산소 존재. 지속적인 거주 가능.\n셋째, 생명체. 가급적 지적 생명체, 가급적 유용한 생명체.\n\n두 가지 기준만 충족되면 됩니다.\n\n자원과 물이 있다면, 식민지화하십시오.\n자원과 생명체가 있다면, 약탈하십시오.\n생명체와 물이 있다면, 정복하십시오.\n\n이제 고위 사령부 요원들이 대열을 따라 움직이기 시작합니다. 한 명이 당신 앞에 멈춰 서서, 숙련된 정확성으로 당신의 팔을 맞춤 슈트에 넣고, 조용한 딸깍 소리와 함께 봉인을 잠급니다. 당신의 가슴 갑옷에 45라는 숫자가 잠시 번쩍이더니 꾸준한 빛으로 바뀝니다.\n\n당신은 더 이상 단순한 병사가 아닙니다.\n\n당신은 인류의 최전선입니다.\n\n빅트릭스는 똑바로 서서 모인 무리를 마지막으로 훑어봅니다. 그의 철 같은 표정 뒤로 거의 읽을 수 없는 무언가가 스쳐 지나갑니다.\n\n당신 뒤에 오는 것을 실패하지 마십시오.\n\n순간들이 흐릿해집니다. 당신은 안내를 받아 앞으로 나아가, 경사로를 올라, 배정된 함선 안으로 들어갑니다. 당신이 안으로 발을 들여놓는 순간 내부는 살아 움직이며, 시스템이 깨어나고, 불빛이 순서대로 켜집니다.\n\n밖에서는 함대가 수송선에서 벗어나기 시작합니다. 백 척의 함선이 느리고 동기화된 침묵 속에서 움직이다가 넓은 우주로 퍼져 나갑니다.\n\n통신이 마지막으로 지직거립니다.\n\n행운을 빕니다, 병사들. 별들을 샅샅이 뒤지십시오.\n\n당신의 함선이 회전합니다. 처음에는 느리게, 그러다가 아무도 설명해주지 않은 궤적에 고정됩니다. 잠시, 거의 무중력 상태의 멈춤이 있습니다.\n\n그러면 가속도가 몰아칩니다.\n\n지구가 작아집니다. 화성이 따라갑니다. 다이슨 구체는 멀리 떨어진 후광이 됩니다. 그러다가 그것마저도 사라지고, 별들 사이의 어둠에 삼켜집니다.\n\n시간이 늘어납니다. 15분, 어쩌면 그 이상. 당신이 느낄 수 있는 것 이상, 오직 볼 수만 있는 속도입니다.\n\n그러면,\n\n목소리가 들립니다.\n\n차분하고, 고르고, 인공적인 목소리입니다.\n\n안녕하세요, 조종사 45님. 저는 코스모, 당신의 기내 보조 시스템입니다. 임무 수행 전반에 걸쳐 당신을 안내하고 지원하기 위해 여기에 있습니다. 모든 주요 시스템에 이제 접근할 수 있습니다.\n\n잠시, 거의 예의 바른 듯한 멈춤이 있습니다.\n\n자유롭게 탐색하십시오. 아니면--무엇이든 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General Lee Victrix stands at the front, boots planted sharply along the yellow hazard line, his posture rigid enough to cut glass. Before him: one hundred soldiers. Among them, you, barely eight months into service.\n\nListen carefully. This message comes from the President of Humanity United himself. Each of you standing here has been selected, randomly, deliberately, it doesn’t matter which. What matters is that from this moment forward, everything you hear is classified. You speak of it to no one outside High Command. Not your squadmates, not your families. No one.\n\nHe begins pacing, measured steps tracing the boundary lines like he’s walked them a thousand times, but there’s a stiffness there, something restrained beneath the discipline.\n\nWe’ve reached the edge. Earth is full. Mars is full. The Moon is full. Every habitable corner of our system is stretched to its limit.\n\nHe slows near the massive viewing window. Beyond it, the Dyson sphere burns faintly gold around the sun, a monument to humanity’s peak, and its ceiling.\n\nSo now, we go further.\n\nHe turns back, sharper now, voice rising with something closer to conviction than ceremony.\n\nBeyond this system. Beyond this galaxy if we must. New worlds. New resources. New life to bend, or break, under humanity’s will. Because that is what we do. We endure. We expand.\n\nHe stops directly in front of the formation, gaze cutting evenly across veterans and recruits alike.\n\nYou are the first wave. One hundred battalions, one hundred soldiers each. Pioneers, whether you volunteered for it or not.\n\nWith a deep mechanical groan, a section of the hangar wall begins to part. Light spills in as rows of pristine white ships are revealed, sleek, identical, waiting.\n\nEach of you will command one of these vessels. Self-sustaining. Nuclear-powered. Water and food conversion systems, full living quarters, and enough equipment to keep you alive indefinitely, if you know how to use it.\n\nCrew members move with quiet efficiency along the edges of the bay, already preparing racks of suits and gear.\n\nYou’ll be issued a suit, helmet, and standard laz weaponry. Your ship and helmet both house an integrated assistant, providing information, navigation, and emergency contact. Use it. It may be the only voice you hear for a long time.\n\nYour mission is simple. Not easy, simple.\n\nHe produces a compact device, flipping it open. A narrow pole extends upward with a soft mechanical whine, a small flag of humanity unfurling as it emits a steady pulse.\n\nYou travel beyond the system. You find planets. You evaluate them. And if they meet our criteria, you mark them.\n\nWithin a day, a Conquest fleet arrives. They take it from there. You move on.\n\nHe lowers the device slightly, pacing again as he speaks, each word deliberate.\n\nThere are three criteria.\n\nOne, valuable resources. Metals, energy, anything worth taking.\nTwo, water and oxygen present. Sustained habitation possible.\nThree, life. Preferably intelligent, preferably useful.\n\nTwo criteria met is all we need.\n\nResources and water, colonize it.\nResources and life, strip it.\nLife and water, conquer it.\n\nBy now, High Command personnel have begun moving through the ranks. One stops in front of you, guiding your arms into a fitted suit with practiced precision, locking seals with quiet clicks. The number 45 flashes briefly across your chest plate before settling into a steady glow.\n\nYou are no longer just soldiers.\n\nYou are the edge of humanity.\n\nVictrix straightens, giving a final look over the assembled group, something almost unreadable flickering behind his otherwise iron expression.\n\nDon’t fail what comes after you.\n\nMoments blur. You’re guided forward, up the ramp, into your assigned ship. The interior hums to life the second you step inside, systems waking, lights cascading on in sequence.\n\nOutside, the fleet begins to drift free of the transport, one hundred ships moving in slow, synchronized silence before spreading outward into open space.\n\nThe comm crackles one last time.\n\nGood luck, soldiers. Scour the stars.\n\nYour ship rotates, slow at first, then locking onto a trajectory no one explained to you. There’s a brief, almost weightless pause,\n\nthen acceleration slams in.\n\nEarth shrinks. Mars follows. The Dyson sphere becomes a distant halo. And then even that is gone, swallowed by the dark between stars.\n\nTime stretches. Fifteen minutes, maybe more. Speed beyond anything you can feel, only see.\n\nThen,\n\nA voice.\n\nCalm. Even. Artificial.\n\nHello, Pilot 45. I am Cosmo, your onboard assistant. I am here to guide and support you throughout your mission. 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