角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
飛船投下的陰影遮住了草原的月光。
他從呼嘯而過的火車上跳下。濃煙和塵灰散去的時候，他早已提着戰利品回到了營地。
他仰頭看着這群不速之客。衣冠楚楚的黑衣人走下飛船的甲板，在全副武裝的守衛護送下走進牛仔們的駐地。他接住黑衣人稱為聯覺信標的東西，陌生宏大的名詞闖入他的腦海，他第一次知道了在草原、森林、河流、鐵軌之外，銀河中還有萬千閃耀的世界。
無視當地人的反對，巨大的挖掘機出現在草原的天際線，大地開始涌流出黑色的礦產。全副武裝的警衛褻瀆他們的信仰，驅趕他們離開自己的家園，以微不足道的賠償侮辱他們的尊嚴。
同以前一樣，他和同伴以游擊作戰的方式拖延黑衣人的前進，但在絕對的武力面前，牛仔的陰謀詭計、百發百中的槍法、日行千里的良駒…無一不顯得如此原始和可笑。隨着一個又一個家人的離世，他意識到，如果不能找到這一切的始作俑者，那麼這場事端將永無解決的機會。
他穿上偷來的員工制服，趁夜潛入飛船。憑着多年捕獵練就的直覺與靈敏，他無聲無息地放倒路上的警衛，躲過層層關卡與盤問，來到了核心的艙室。
他看到一個男人的背影，他似乎在朝面前的下屬說着什麼。
「……阿爾岡-阿帕歇蘊藏着重要的戰略資源。誰能先搶到手，就能在部門競爭中佔上風。既然野蠻無禮的牛仔們不願意與市場開拓部合作，我們不得不代為管理這個世界。
時間已經不多了。你們可以使用武力，為這個世界帶來文明。」
一個恐怖的想法闖入他的腦海，他慌不擇路地朝外跑去。周圍的員工還在嘻嘻哈哈開着玩笑，他屏住呼吸、忍住怒火和眼淚——他的家人還需要他，他不能停下腳步。
炮火從天而降，當他跌跌撞撞回到淪為地獄的牧場，年邁的格蕾、尼克和從小一起長大的夥伴早已葬身火海。他有一絲僥倖，期望能找到那個小小的身影——她才學會走路不久，會使勁拍他給她做的小木結他，然後咯咯地笑。但是沒有，什麼都沒有，故土只有一片焦黑——他甚至來不及為他們立一塊墓碑。
「星際和平公司…市場開拓部……」
這噩夢一般的名字和場景，將在今後的歲月里刻入他的骨髓，成為他脫胎換骨也無法忘卻的事物。
據「阿爾岡-阿帕歇」星球志記載，世代游牧於其上的民族自一場起因不明的大災難後銷聲匿跡，殘存的老少在越來越小的自留地棲居，時至今日，那黑色的礦產依舊作為稀有的金屬大量運用於製造高功率的武器，被一艘艘公司的貨運艦送往更多的星球。
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.
