Threats from within.

[Boss]

I'm on edge here. Everything is scaled wrong. I'm too tall, or I'm too short, or too wide, too skinny. I feel like there are thousands of eyes watching me wherever I go. I crave open space. I can't stand being confined, and though I'm here of my own free will, it feels like a prison cell. My window offers me escape in its view. I can gaze out into the mists of Omicron Iota and lose myself among the stars. I live for this, these moments between training and learning. The moments I remember that I can fly free.

The song of need burns in my soul, galvanizes my movements, focuses my thoughts. I spar with K-371, our bodies locked in a frenzied dance of blurred motion. We are matched, unable to touch each other. Unable to be touched.

When at last we finish, it's from utter exhaustion. I stagger to one side and collapse, laughing, as Myles does the same.

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Just go play the game and have fun dammit.

all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.