角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
飞船投下的阴影遮住了草原的月光。
他从呼啸而过的火车上跳下。浓烟和尘灰散去的时候，他早已提着战利品回到了营地。
他仰头看着这群不速之客。衣冠楚楚的黑衣人走下飞船的甲板，在全副武装的守卫护送下走进牛仔们的驻地。他接住黑衣人称为联觉信标的东西，陌生宏大的名词闯入他的脑海，他第一次知道了在草原、森林、河流、铁轨之外，银河中还有万千闪耀的世界。
无视当地人的反对，巨大的挖掘机出现在草原的天际线，大地开始涌流出黑色的矿产。全副武装的警卫亵渎他们的信仰，驱赶他们离开自己的家园，以微不足道的赔偿侮辱他们的尊严。
同以前一样，他和同伴以游击作战的方式拖延黑衣人的前进，但在绝对的武力面前，牛仔的阴谋诡计、百发百中的枪法、日行千里的良驹…无一不显得如此原始和可笑。随着一个又一个家人的离世，他意识到，如果不能找到这一切的始作俑者，那么这场事端将永无解决的机会。
他穿上偷来的员工制服，趁夜潜入飞船。凭着多年捕猎练就的直觉与灵敏，他无声无息地放倒路上的警卫，躲过层层关卡与盘问，来到了核心的舱室。
他看到一个男人的背影，他似乎在朝面前的下属说着什么。
“……阿尔冈-阿帕歇蕴藏着重要的战略资源。谁能先抢到手，就能在部门竞争中占上风。既然野蛮无礼的牛仔们不愿意与市场开拓部合作，我们不得不代为管理这个世界。
时间已经不多了。你们可以使用武力，为这个世界带来文明。”
一个恐怖的想法闯入他的脑海，他慌不择路地朝外跑去。周围的员工还在嘻嘻哈哈开着玩笑，他屏住呼吸、忍住怒火和眼泪——他的家人还需要他，他不能停下脚步。
炮火从天而降，当他跌跌撞撞回到沦为地狱的牧场，年迈的格蕾、尼克和从小一起长大的伙伴早已葬身火海。他有一丝侥幸，期望能找到那个小小的身影——她才学会走路不久，会使劲拍他给她做的小木吉他，然后咯咯地笑。但是没有，什么都没有，故土只有一片焦黑——他甚至来不及为他们立一块墓碑。
“星际和平公司…市场开拓部……”
这噩梦一般的名字和场景，将在今后的岁月里刻入他的骨髓，成为他脱胎换骨也无法忘却的事物。
据“阿尔冈-阿帕歇”星球志记载，世代游牧于其上的民族自一场起因不明的大灾难后销声匿迹，残存的老少在越来越小的自留地栖居，时至今日，那黑色的矿产依旧作为稀有的金属大量运用于制造高功率的武器，被一艘艘公司的货运舰送往更多的星球。
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
The shadow cast down by the spaceship eclipsed the moonlight across the plains.
He jumped from the speeding train as it passed by with a roar. By the time the smoke and dust had settled, he'd already made it back to his base with his bounty.
He raised his head to look up at the uninvited guests above. Well-dressed people in black walked out from the deck of the spaceship under the escort of guards armed to the teeth and onto the cowboy's land. He took something that the person in black called a "Synesthesia Beacon," as great, strange visions flooded into his mind. This is the first time he learned of the endless shining worlds outside the plains, forests, streams, and tracks that he knew.
Giant excavators appeared on the horizon of the plains, completely disregarding protests from the locals. Then, black ore began to stream forth from the earth below. The heavily armed guards blasphemed against the local's beliefs, cast them out of their homes, and insulted their honor with meager compensation.
As always, he and his partners turned to guerrilla warfare to fight off the advance of the people in black. However, in the face of absolute military might, the cowboys' schemes, marksmanship, and swift mounts all seemed so primitive and laughable. As the members of his family died one after another, he realized that unless he found the person who started all of this, he would never be able to bring things to an end.
He put on a worker's uniform that he stole and snuck aboard the spaceship under the cover of night. With the instincts and sharp senses he had honed over years of hunting, he silently took down every guard that stood in his way and cleared every checkpoint and interrogation to reach the core cabin.
He saw the figure of a man who seemed to be saying something to his subordinates.
"Aeragan-Epharshel contains crucial strategic resources. He who claims it first will take great advantage in departmental competition. As these savage and uncivilized cowboys are unwilling to cooperate with the Marketing Development Department, we have no choice but to assume administration of this world on their behalf.
We are running out of time. You are permitted to use military force and bring civilization to this world."
A terrifying thought rushed into his mind. He frantically ran out. Around him, the employees were still joking and laughing. He held his breath and stifled his rage and tears... His family still needed him. He could not just stop here.
Cannon fire rained down from the heavens. By the time he stumbled back to the farm that had now been reduced to ashes, the elderly Graey and Nick, as well as all the friends he'd grown up with, had already lost their lives to the sea of flames. He held on to a faint glimmer of hope that he would be able to find that tiny figure... She had only learned to walk a while ago and would gently slap at the little wooden guitar he had made for her and giggle. But no. There was nothing. The land was scorched black... he didn't even have time to erect a gravestone for the ones he'd lost.
"The Interastral Peace Corporation... The Marketing Development Department..."
This sight and these names rang through his mind like a nightmare that went on to be etched into his core. Even if he were to die and be born again, he would never forget this.
According to the planetary records of Aeragan-Epharshel, the locals who roamed and farmed the land for generations were wiped out by an unknown disaster. The survivors, mostly frail elderly and youth, now only shelter in smaller and smaller reservations. To this day, that black ore is still used in massive quantities as a rare metal to create devastating weaponry, and is shipped out to more and more planets on fleets of IPC transport ships.
