Idle dialogue by NPCs in Fortuna.

Unknown Radio Dispatcher[edit | edit source]

“It's taking longer than I calculated.”
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Female Solaris[edit | edit source]

  • "Appreciate a meetway and assist. Got clawed pretty bad. In need of go-go juice and action docs. Holler back."
  • "Any outbound convoys got room for a take along? Come back."
  • "Full load of Morphics and Rubedo. Eyeballing for go-go juice and quick bits stroke. Any agents on the line?"

  • "Four-two. Throwers on live in me rig. Now deadheaded toward the ammo line."
  • "Bundled out on bird dirt and a buyer. Any agents out there with a lead? Come back."
  • "Backstroking convoy. Deadheaded and eyeballing a silver stamp for his work."

Male Solaris[edit | edit source]

  • "Negatory on the organ donor. Just copy-cat advertising chasing a death wish."
  • "Any one hailing from the Saturn convoy got their ears on? Come back."
  • "Being redirected to a turtle racing corridor 2-4-Zeta."
  • "Agent flooring it to the rail. Eyes on."

  • "Wait from Venus' to southern platform's crater-faced. Swing wide."
  • "Dropped a furball of copy-cats right on Venus. Left them poppin' zits and hold tail."
  • "Fatboy bundled out with merk-merks and bookin' it for the rail. Sure would appreciate in little cover on the back door. Come back."
  • "Got Neptune in my back pocket and bound for my home 20."
  • "Pulling to in a loop. Having sort of trouble and got my nightgown on."

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Female Solaris[edit | edit source]

Directly right of the spawn point
  • "Look, you can breathe coolant for twenty years, or come with me! Merk-merks need backup! Six month run popping zits near Mercury. Come back flush! Easy money, old mate, easy!"
  • "I'd scrub me wetware before they shelve me and no mistake. Scrub a few of them too, right out."

  • "I don't give a fig they're Corpus endorsed, one more witness for the Order of Profit comes around my air early in the cycle, they gonna find me waiting with a shotgun, ready to void some muckin' warranties!"
  • "Wanna know how you die, kid? One day at a time, that's how."
  • "Look, he's rarely there for you on a good day, sure. But he's always there for you on a bad one."
  • "Me boyfriend break up with me yesterday. (chuckling) He's smart, he's handsome, his optical receptors have been malfunctioning for months. He told me: "I'm seeing someone else." I said: "(scoffs) I'm over HERE!" (laughing)"

  • "You wanna wish for heaven? Go right ahead. But any history book will tell ya, what waits at the end of that dream... every time... is straight up genocide."
  • "Solaris United, uppity sorts who think they know how things should be! That's why they can't see things how they are. Things ARE as they should BE."
Left of the spawn point, another one to the left of Eudico
  • "(Humming "We All Lift Together")"

Male Solaris[edit | edit source]

North of the spawn point, at the NPC you can watch the "We All Lift Together" cutscene
  • "I'm Solaris and proud. As are all me clan. The repo's, the wasters. Those adrift in the bio-waste. Disgusting, no pride to any of them. I'll work hard. Me old man worked hard an' his old man 'efore him. No time for those who would rather rot in the streets. Me? None."
  • "Ach. We work hard now, but for sure we suffer. We'll all be forgotten in the coming prosperity. Nef Anyo watches over us. The Order of the Profit too. Life is profit, ain't it what they say?"
  • "Self-employed, me rear end. Only thing I own is second-stage toxic shock, the water I'm treading, and head full of bad dreams."
  • "Checked into the machine shop to get me mic serviced. Can't bloody sleep 'cause I can't turn the bloody things off."
  • "Gonna find me a recess and close me shutters for five. I'd mainline kaft to get through this shift, but they upgraded the canisters and me gastrobe compability upgrade ain't due till next week."
  • "So, the Corpus get here, right? Place is a firestorm. They turn the old Orokin terraforming back on and p'resto'. Within a week we got plants and animals ain't nobody ever seen. I'm tellin' ya, either the tech is hiding something, or the planet is."
  • "Butch of kids makin' a clubhouse in the ducts. Gotta call security. That racket they call music is a needle in me receptors."
  • "(Humming)"

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Female Solaris[edit | edit source]

Right of Rude Zuud
  • "Me and an old mate traded shifts. I did his, he piked on mine. Repo? Hah! That dip-faced mucker won't have any parts left to repo, I find him."
  • "Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Slight the breaks there, Champ. You telling me there's something under Venus?"
  • "Quills, you see 'em everywhere these days if you know where to look. Corner of your eye, pulling strings."
  • "The Order said I could consolidate me debt by refinancin' me rig, use it as ...equity? I think? But now they say I owe more 'en ever, so I got myself extra shifts. Gonna dig me self out the old fashioned way, like me ma almost did."
  • "Me old man got brain-shelved when I were a lad. Didn't make the payments. His brain-case is still there, locked up by the Taxmen, waiting for us to pay off his old rig. Never at me lifetime of course, but me sprogs might get to meet their granddad someday. When they is grandfolk themselves."
  • "Tim rig(?) failed. Canal 4 near went gaseous. Imagine that blowing through the airways, not everyone's a full conversion. What airborne Orokin coolant does to meat-lungs? Oh.."
  • "Solaris United? I don't know what that is. I'm gonna head back to work. Don't talk to me. Leave me alone."

  • "Some legless repo mucker comes crawling up to me. 'Credits, Miss? Credits to me debt?'. Told him, 'Take a shift like the rest of us, I work for me self not the likes of you'."
  • "Want work? Gonna need a rebuild. Rebuild costs credits. Go into debt. Debt means they own ya. So you wanna be free? Gotta earn that now, means you gotta work more, more work needs more upgrades, more rebuilds. Means more debt, always more debt. Working me whole life to buy freedom from the debt I bought to buy the freedom to work, to buy me freedom! And we're so proud to be working for it. So stupid proud."
  • "The only difference between a friend and an ambidexter is opportunity. There's not a person alive wouldn't sell you out for the right price."

Male Solaris[edit | edit source]

Left of Rude Zuud
  • "Granddad's been dead for years. But we're still working to pay off his re-breathers, the kind with three stage hexo-filtration. Pricey, but not much on resale. Some day we'll get clear, not in me lifetime, but maybe me kids. That's why I got me parts cheap, keep the overrates low, give 'em a shot at getting clear."
  • "For sure I upgraded me new toxinsills. Only get payed off my old one's mind. As me old man used to say, 'In a good cause, there are no failures, only delays'. Me lucky day's just around the corner."
  • "Guts! Ain't ever gonna pay off me refit like this. The rates just keep going up!"

  • "Some of them Ostrons around? Why they leave a place like Cetus to come to the system's armpit I got no idea. Must like the smell of coolant. Nice enough folk though."
  • "Ah no! She rejected him like a bad kidney! Ahh, there's nothing I wouldn't do for that woman."
  • "I don't care about about a badge. It's not right and they're not getting away with it. Listen to your enemies, for the Void is beckonin'."

  • "Here's how you land where I'm at: Get to two bad days, drop off all your hope, and keep on driving."
  • "You don't mess with that group. It'd be like going up against your nightmares and their lawyer. Can't wait to meet 'em? Check the guns."

  • "That there rig jockey's abigail for fastboy, runs Hab 12. Fastboy gives a say-so, the abigail... he might not kill you, but you'll spend a cycle or two wishing he had. Know how to use those upgrades in ways the manufacturer never intended."

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Female Solaris[edit | edit source]

Left of Rude Zuud
  • "Me brother got brain-shelved! Full repo (chuckling). Left me everything he had... which was debt. (?) too, son of a bitch."
  • "That visitor? What talks in riddles? She stopped me the other day, thank me she did, for "that which I'm yet to do". I asked her what. She said: "Rewriting future history, by pausing a stranger." I suppose that's what I'm doing this moment, innit? (laughs) Oh.. oh I don't like this, I must get back to work."
  • "I pay me seed every each and five cycles, straight outta my account. I make me good intentions. And know the Order of Profit safeguards me prosperity!"
  • "What do you reckon it's like being... being brain-shelved? Just... dark, I reckon."
  • "Got done bundled a fat-boy bound for some pleasure dome. Mainly fabrics, lots of sealed containers. A few of them, well... a few of them were stolen."
  • "Word is we're shipping in some animals now. Some kinda safari park for Nef Anyo. I guess the resurrected native specimens weren't cutting it."
  • "If you want me to work faster... It'd help me if I knew what I was looking for."
  • "The firestorms, the freezing temperatures, the toxic coolant, the wildlife... What do the Taxmen get outta this? Why are we doing this? Everything here wants us dead!"
  • "Seals failed around his chest-plate. I've guessed coolant got into his eyes. Down three days, he was. He's blind. Gonna be a long, hard road coming back from the interest on that eye."
  • "(Humming)"

Male Solaris[edit | edit source]

Directly across the coolant/sludge river from the Business
  • "Worked 70 years to get this far, and proud to say my body debt's half paid. Praise the Order! Life is profit."
  • "Me optics are gone, but I can't let on. I needs the work. Can't take the time off and sure as hell can't afford replacements. I'll just muddle through. Traffic control's easy enough work."
  • "I have heard heard of places where offwordlers go to indulge their vices. You're a gambler? There are... tests of combat, held in... certain... autodomos. They say the fighters bet all they have on themselves. If they win, they win great sums and... if they lose... well... it doesn't matter."
  • "Warframes? We saw one once. Cost me a leg and me friends their lives. Fear... It is a sad life that is lived with its invisible curriculum."
  • "I've got hazmat upgrades to take the risky work. Sleep upgrades so I can work more to pay off the upgrades. I make a payment, they say I ain't even cover the principle!"
  • "I could join the Order of Profit, sure! Donate half of what I earn and trust it'll come back to me tenfold, or... I could just grab a gun. Right?"
  • "Yeah, rail agents. They're tractor jockeys. Solo contractors specializing in speed-runs, rapid deliveries, smuggling, stiletto jobs. They've cut more deals with more bureaucrats than you've had hot dinners. You'll know a rail agent tractor when you see it. Overclocked reactors, wide-bore engines, zero acceleration governors. Every design choice screams: death wish."
  • "Oh, I know the rails, better than any of these muckers! Routes only I know, contacts only I have. I'm outta here. I've got the old man's tractor. I'll make me own way... as a rail agent!"
  • "Oh, we got plans, see? Our youngest, we're not getting him modded. No rig, see? Gonna use the money to get him educated, get him placed in the establishment. Twenty, maybe thirty years from now, we'll have family on the inside, doing us favors. That's how we're getting debt clear."

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Female Solaris[edit | edit source]

South of Smokefinger
  • "You know him? He's an overly polite man with a gun tattooed on his neck. Someone that cluey might be able to integrate. We can't afford to pass on able hands. Not at the rate we breed."

  • "I've got a bundled up fatboy and he deadheaded and emptied by dinner time. They say you're an agent. You good for this?"
  • "Pumps on eastern paths low on go-go juice. Tractor's inbound, need a snappy refill. Come back."

  • "Duviri? 'Holier than thou.' And have enough scratch to treat barons like concubines. That's who we're really working for, mark me words."

  • "Hah, keep telling yourself you're free, and you'll never escape. Working as intended am I right? (scoffs)"
  • "Me father went missing in the Grineer invasion on Mars! Perhaps you were there, Tenno? Perhaps you saw him?"

Male Solaris[edit | edit source]

Elevated room, entrance left of the Ventkids
  • "Affirmative. Triple digit rail agent needs action doc on a backstroke. Inbound with acceleration trauma. Come back."
  • "Till cart to Bay 12. Jockey blew out posterior hydraulics. Yeah... hero tried lifting above his grade."
  • "Ah, guts! Tractor overhaul. Epsilon pad. Stripped the bow, right, Priority One. Rail agent needs get it done yesterday!"
  • "Copy that, tractor, Sigma pad. Mercury outbound. Need a mountain shackle for version twelve on nubelist(?) to meet new time launch window."
  • "Chek chek. I've got a long-haul tractor. Bundled out, needs a gimble for a rotating gunnery hatch. Anyone got their ears on?"

  • "Made a delivery to a Duviri pleasure lake, once upon a time. Airships positioned to blow spore from fragrant forests, towards the Magnate's dining barge at suppertime. Me? I got a boot in the left quarter acutator for staring at his wife too long."
  • "You live as a rail agent long enough, you see things that change you. I know a place. A hidden place. Home to creatures that never were. Species prevented from evolving by a rise of our own."
  • "No, I'm not muckin' local. Tractor jockey, mate. Silver-plated Corpus contract. I'm up there. Hour this: I've got stars mate, I've got stars."

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Female Solaris[edit | edit source]

Near the Orb Vallis elevator, at the side north of Eudico
  • "There's an agent down by the Spillway 19. Teach her what ya want. Gib-faced mucker is a sidemouth ambidexter, though ever there was one. Don't tell her nothing you don't mind getting back to the taxman."
  • "Welcome to the habs, kid. Nothing works, but anything can be arranged."
  • "I know an action doc, gots a connection with a repo out for Hab 12. Faulty parts, half-price! Bargain if you're handy with a solder and don't mind being a little twitchy."
  • "Hey, he's not too smart, but he can lift things."
  • "This cove's wooing me, he is. Unexpected visits, gifts of sealant, parts for that extra manipulator I wants installed. A romantic he is, a real fancy monger."
  • "What role this site played in Orokin history is uncertain, but the ties are clear."
  • "Ah, my family don't worry 'bout me. I was never gonna make it."

Male Solaris[edit | edit source]

South of Legs
  • "Seen that character floating around, talking in riddles or not at all? I say she's one of them Quills. Where they go, things change, so they say. And when the things change, me mucker, folk like you and I get caught in the cogs."
  • "You hail from Acheron? I have a brother there! Here, a gift for you! I'm not SELLING it, it is a GIFT! Thank you friend. You are most welcome. Say, might you loan me a couple of hundred credits? But, I have given you a gift! You would take that from me, and offer nothing in return? Criminal! Brigand! Thief!"
  • "Me contact says they found a stash of Orokin era Nav charts. He tells me they mark sites that do not exist on current maps. Most intriguing. I'll pay you well, but you must submit to a memory wipe."
  • "Hahaha! Not to worry, plenty more more vertebra where that came from!"

  • "I'm adrift, outta work, washed up. They can't take me coin, so they coming for me parts."
  • "Help a cove out, guv'ner. Buy bonds? I's a thrower, best in the biz. And I've been adrift for cycles. Buy bonds? 0.13% goes to paying off what little is left of me decrepit rig. Buy bonds? I don't clear the interest, I don't buy back me organs, It's brain-shelving for me for sure. Buy bonds, eh? Buy bonds?"
  • "Repos. Work hard, or that's how you'll wind up. Arms repossessed, legs repossessed, eyes... repossessed. Work hard, earn your rig, and... you'll be fine."

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Female Solaris[edit | edit source]

Outside the backroom with Little Duck
  • "Hey! Friend! Spare a few credits?"

  • "There is another way! What they don't know is the only thing keeping me alive! Something's gonna fall like rain and it won't be flowers."
  • "Dictators, profiteers, sadists, these are souls that do not survive death."

  • "Hey! Smoke the brakes. I've avoided being picked up for repo for a fortnight now. I've learned the rules."

  • "I've been a rig jockey, tractor jockey, rail agent, worked abigail for a slum executive more than once. Worked all kinds of jobs in all kinds of places. Never met a good person, or a bad one. It's just folks friend, everyone's just folks."
  • "Transported this Corpus once, got talkin'. Told me about the... this... what whatsit? Nominative determinism, what you get named steers how you turn out. Maybe that's why the Corpus name some of us, not our kin. Is that loopy?"

  • "Piece of advice? Don't make no waves, don't beg no losses(?), and get off this backwater planet as soon as you can!"

Male Solaris[edit | edit source]

Near the Orb Vallis elevator, south of Eudico, at the side with the Ostrons
  • "Merk-merks! Mercantile Mercenaries! Corpus! Slick and shiny and a pain in me rear!"
  • "Signed me me tractor to a triple-digit convoy gone wide-ball for one of the Mercury asteroids. Emergency resupply. Got there way too late. Whole installation had gotten crater-faced, zits everywhere, never seen so many heat-sinks. Flagged it as a no-go and left it to the merks. Infested. Damn, give me nightmares."
  • "I piloted a fatboy outta Mars bundled up with some off-planet fauna. Something about a safari park."
  • "Rail agent? Ha! Jockeying meat wagons is where the money's at. Drop in, grab the breathers, and leg it. Easy."
  • "They'd headed me tractor two hours ago, empty. Sold the full manifest. Now it's just me and a bottle for the next cycle and a half, cheers!"
  • "I can get ya half price on a full tank of go-go juice. Interested?"

  • "Lifting your eyes is bad business, friend. No percentage in shaming(?) revolution, riling the establishment. Not if you want to stay on the right side of the grass. You'd best expect nothing from this life. Safe to placing of one foot before the other."
  • "Get on the winning team! This place? It's isolated. The other Corpus? They want Nef Anyo to fail. That means ain't nobody gonna stop Solaris United takin' this whole place from him. Savvy?"

Female Ostron[edit | edit source]

  • "Offwordlers commonly think of themselves as one person, this is an error in thinking, surah. You are many people! This is why it is important to remain simple, so as to not confuse the many people you consist of."
  • "Social pressure drives modification, modification drives profit, profit drives debt, debt drives control... These Solaris, they are all working to pay off their bodies, which they sold to the Corpus, to work for the Corpus, to pay off their bodies, which they have never owned! Ach, I weep for them."
  • "I hear your words, but I see you in your silences."
  • "The quieter I am, the more I hear. The I hear, the wiser I become. The wiser I become, the quieter I am."
  • "If you want to change, accept who you are. Now will you reconsider what you are about to do?"

Ventkid[edit | edit source]

  • "Need a ride, glinty? K-Drives by the load! Just through that vent there! Hahaha!"
  • "Check the vent, glinty! Just here! A paying customer's always welcome!"
  • "Pobbers are smart, but for me, Kubrodons all the way! Flash, style, attitude. Ride godly, and be remembered!"
  • "Vent Pobbers make it happen! Not Kubrodon flashy, but they can take anything stolen and turn it into a top` ride!"
  • "Pobbers and Kubrodons, sure they go at each other, but it's all in fun. Only gotta hear us skegging out together to know that for a fact!"

Ambient[edit | edit source]

  • "Kubrodons! Kubrodons! Kubrodons!"

Broadcasts[edit | edit source]

Corpus PA[edit | edit source]

  • "Repo index: Dorm 4, 11 limbs. Miscellaenous: three lungs, three set optics, one loader."
  • "Inbound tractors on reentry. Growing work available: squad rigs and reinforcement manipulators in preference."
  • "Rail agent, report to dispatch."
  • "New arrivals. Due to high baseline atmospheric contaminants, all nourishment are killed by valve."
  • "Clean up crews to spillways Zeta-4. Yellow alert."
  • "Proprietary nutrient canisters compatible with all torso gastro(?) seals version 9 or later."
  • "Ventilator installation above spillway Gamma-9. Foot traffic reroute via habway 7-7-Beta."
  • "Canals 1 through 4 at 72%. Canals (?) operational. Coolant input nominal. Carry on."
  • "Ships changed. Time to change ships. Ships changed."

Propaganda Female Broadcaster[edit | edit source]

  • "Need quick credits to cover that sudden emergency? The Order of Profit provides fast loans to the faithful! Minimum net pay requirements supply may vary per applicant. Other conditions may also apply. The Order of Profit may alter agreement to include but is not restricted to: servitude, manual labor, generational indenture, organ donation, mind-wipe, brain-shelving, genetic experimentation, and death. Ask an Order representative for more information."
  • "It's cold outside. Warm yourself with the teaching of the Order of Profit. Rates apply."
  • "Had some bad luck? Need a financial boost to cover the interest? With over 300 repayment models, we're sure to assign one that's right for you."
  • "Life is profit, profit is life."
  • "You work hard, and deserve better. Our installment plan options provide peace of mind while keeping you happy and housed in the rig of your dreams."
  • "Success: it's not for losers."
  • "Increase your usual donation to Corpus Solaris Order of Profit. A larger seed makes for a larger harvest. It just makes sense!"
  • "Corpus: looking out for YOU, as we have always done."
  • "Be on the lookout for non-conformists. Accurate reports earn substantial rewards!"
  • "Use downtime effectively. Rest, and put in a solid shift's work tomorrow."
  • "A few days off? Interest accrued? Now you're in a fight you cannot win. Who can you turn to? The Corpus Solaris Order of Profit. Plant a seed today! Life is profit, profit is life."
  • "The street corner wretch, lacking sensors, limbs, dignity. Weeks away from brain-shelving. The wages of indolence. Fight proudly for your body Solaris, and work."
  • "Charity encourages laziness. Do not donate to charity. Direct your financial compassion to the Order of Profit."
  • "Each cycle, ask yourself: 'Can I work just one percent harder?' The answer is always: yes!"

Propaganda Male Broadcaster[edit | edit source]

  • "You may qualify for pay-cycle advances at newly reduced rates. Inquire today!"
  • "Heads up workers! You are one step closer to financial freedom."
  • "Limb and organ repossession happens. Safe guard your most valuable asset: YOU. Purchase repo insurance today."
  • "Long day in Fortuna, huh? Need to downcycle and feel good? Reward yourself with a donation to the Temple of Profit. Feel the Prosperity!"
  • "Good news! You still have jobs. Carry on."
  • "What is interest, if not a measure of Nef's trust in you. What is the bodily repossession, if not the mark of one who cannot be trusted? What is it to betray the trust of he who has made a place for you by his side? It is to be unworthy of the name: 'Solaris'. Head high, workers of Fortuna, and be worthy."
  • "Tired hands are honest hands."
  • "A friendly reminder that consorting with anti-Temple dissidents carries a non-negotiable penalty of full-body repossession and mandatory brain-shelving. Report any suspicious personnel for a 0.63% remuneration bonus! Keep Fortuna clean."
  • "Nef Anyo would like to congratulate those who accepted mandatory cleanup duty in the toxin zones. Enjoy your 2 percent rebate on lung replacement."
  • "Nef's table is set, and your chair awaits high above. How long will you keep him waiting?"
  • "There is no failure, only indolence. There is no futility, only parasitism. There is no defeat, only sloth."
  • "Fortuna, a message from the teachings of the Temple of Profit. With an open heart: give. With a tranquil mind: give. With conscience clear and unburdened: give. Give, that Nef Anyo might smile upon you, and all the work you put your manipulators to. Give. Give. Give."

Nef Anyo[edit | edit source]

  • "Nef Anyo here. Like you, I toiled, friends, I toiled, but I pulled myself up, dusted myself off, and purchased my future. Join me here, in orbit, out of the dirt, above everyone else. It's just... better."
  • "There is a place for you within the Order of Profit, visitor. Speak to one of our evangelists today! The Void be the word, and the word be profit."
  • "You desire riches, friend? Well, let me tell you: so does your neighbor. What to do? Desire. RICHES. More than your neighbor, MORE than your brother, MORE THAN YOUR OVERSEER! Desire, friend, will raise you from the muck! Will raise you to the stars! Will raise you to your rightful place with the faithful, here, in orbit, by my side. Tell me, will I see you soon?"
  • "The Void be the word, and the word be profit."
  • "Solaris, are you listening? Know that I have plans for you. Know that the Order of Profit safeguards your hope, your well-being, and our shared future. Donate today, with the credits in your account, and the sweat of your brow. Give."
  • "Clasp hands with us. The Order of Profit is home to all. Clasp hands, and know the ecstasy of a strong return on your faith."
  • "Life is profit. Profit is life."
  • "Donate your seed, that the Order of Profit may nurture that seed to a bountiful crop! A crop that you may harvest your faith, returned to you tenfold! The larger your seed, the greater your reward, the stronger we all become for your wisdom. Donate. Harvest. Grow. Now."
  • "Give unto The Void, and be rewarded."
  • "Give unto The Void, and be rewarded a hundredfold! Clasp hands with the Order of Profit. Plant that seed, and watch together as it grows into a mighty tree! Such a broad trunk! Such deep, strong roots! And behold's broad and mighty branches, with which it collects the bountiful rains of fortune. Life is profit! Profit is life! The Void be the word, and the word be profit."
  • "Venus restoration is not progressing fast enough! To lighten your workload, I have instituted a small interest rate hike, which compounds at each cycle. As ever, good and faithful Solaris, the Order's flock receive 15% toward this debt amalgamation! Profit is life. Plan today."
  • "I was once like you. Poor. Indebted. Lazy. Then, the Void spoke to me. It said: 'Work harder'. And so, I did. I earned what I have. And now, Fortuna, it's your turn. Listen to the Void. Work. Harder."
  • "Are you in debt, Solaris? Then you need to push yourself. Work harder, longer. The Void does not give unto the freeloader."
  • "Nef Anyo, speaking directly to you. Well done, members of the Corpus Solaris Order of Profit. I have this cycle's figures, and they are very pleasing! I embrace you all."
  • "Nef Anyo's Order of Profit welcomes you, offworld philantropists and entrepreneurs. The Void be the word, and the word be profit."

Vox Solaris[edit | edit source]

  • "No other species works for autonomy. No other species works to own their own body. No other species takes such pride in. their. enslavement. Solaris divided, we are slaves. Solaris UNITED, we are a force! The future can be different. Believe. Resist."
  • "Solaris. United. You are not alone."
  • "The Temple profits from your labor. Without your labor, then, there is no profit. What is the Temple of Profit without 'profit'? What then are the Corpus. without. 'us'?"
  • "HOW does the Taxman keep YOU under his boot? Deny you that which you need? Blame the poor for it, and then tell you: 'Working even harder will fix it'?!"
  • "The Taxman teaches that truth plus profit equals life. Solaris United reminds you that, if this is true, then truth is life without profit, and profit is life without truth."
  • "How often have you sat in The Temple of Profit as your parts fail and your families starve, looked up to all that gold and grandeur and wonder if you've been had?"
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