Rythe lists all cortex entries on Freelancer Rythe, a friend of the Freelancer.
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A total of 24 cortex entries make reference to Rythe.
The following Cortex Entries tell about Rythe, her work, achievements, interests, mails and more!
Freelancer Enclave: Chaingunner Dalgren's Tools
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Recovered by Freelancer Rythe from an outlaw camp where former Engineer Alata “Chaingunner” Dalgren had built a makeshift forge; she was constructing javelin armor for her band to use against Sentinel patrols.
Rythe left the outlaw forge in pieces too small for the fort Arcanists to study. Dalgren's tools have been released to the Enclave following a thorough examination.
WHAT FREELANCERS DO
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Through an introduction from Tassyn, the Freelancer met with Yarrow, a retired Freelancer who works to preserve the traditions of the job. He offered the Freelancer a contract to protect a group of Arcanists conducting tests just outside the walls of Fort Tarsis.
The Arcanists found themselves confronted by a swarm of Scars of unprecedented size, so close to Fort Tarsis. The Freelancer's quick thinking saved not only the Arcanists, but also a fellow Freelancer by the name of Rythe, from an uncertain fate, and ensured they all returned home.
THE IMPOSTOR
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Freelancers were going missing, and Yarrow knew Diggs was involved. Using Freelancer Rythe as a lure for Diggs, the Freelancer was able to track down the hidden den of the outlaw gang. The deal between Diggs and the Dominion was made clear: in exchange for weapons and technology to help him become a powerful gang leader, he would hand captive Freelancers over to the Dominion.
Each released Freelancer joined the team in battle. This hidden war was fought between Freelancers and outlaws within a massive cavern of ancient ruins, until Diggs himself appeared. He taunted the Freelancer, sure of his victory. But in the end, the Freelancer prevailed, and without a word, Diggs and his reign of terror was no more.
Mail: Excellent discovery. Super soft rodents.
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I ordered some javelin parts and they finally came in on a strider today.
I was thinking about getting a scaly, reptile paint job for my suit, but ended up getting those supremely cushy impact pads that go inside.
They're called Royal Impact.
I think it's usually Sentinels ordering them.
Question—if all the Sentinels walk around with these, why are they so angry? I mean, they have these tiny, super-soft rodents strapped to their parts ALL DAY.
That should make you happy.
I don't get it.
Anyway, take care!
— Rythe
Mail: First day on the job. Working for Max.
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So I went in for my first day of work with Max.
She doesn't mess around too much.
That's all right.
People tend to operate at a slightly cooler temperature than me.
I get it.
So she explained what I'd be doing.
And yes, it's all stuff I would normally do.
Help people, punch outlaws, get stuff back from outlaws, punch outlaws.
The usual.
I hope I won't be asked to do something I don't want to do.
Max said that wouldn't happen, but this world changes things up just when you get comfortable.
I'll keep an eye out.
If I need back-up, I'll let you know.
— Rythe
Mail: Impenetrable Mystery. Vule and the Lemons.
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Okay, you can't tell anyone, but I was following that Commander Vule guy around the fort to see what he does with his time.
Is that strange? Maybe that's strange.
Anyway, he pops down to the market and orders about a hundred of those really sour lemon fruits.
Ever had one of those? What the heck does someone do with that many? They are sour enough that I guarantee eating that many would cause blindness.
I don't know about this Vule guy.
Seems shady.
I'll keep you posted.
— Rythe
Mail: Secrets Revealed! Vule and the Lemons Solved!
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Lemon fruit case solved!
Remember all the lemons Vule bought the other day? I figured out what he's doing with them.
Just don't ask me how I found out.
Sometimes I'm not proud of what must be done in the pursuit of truth.
I will say I'm glad our job involves fighting crime, because I am excellent at this stuff.
Okay, so what does a guy do with a giant sack of lemons? Turns out he was trying to make some kind of pie or pudding and kept messing it up.
I have no idea why he was so bent on making this pie.
Maybe he has someone special to make it for.
Scandal! Love it.
Case closed.
I'm awesome.
— Rythe
Mail: Warning! Important Advice.
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Hey, just seeing what you're up to.
I should warn you about drinking too much of whatever that garbage Yarrow likes...
Fortuo Batch, or whatever it is? Tastes like something that causes mutations in grabbits, y'know? It's so terrible, I think I damaged my past.
Like my mom won't recognize me anymore.
Crap.
Anyway, see you around!
— Rythe
Mail: Book Club Update
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By overwhelming majority vote, our next book is The Korox Whisperer. I'd never heard of it until last week, but I guess it's the most popular book ever written in the Grey Steppes? Something about herds of death murder cattle, apparently.
Meeting's on the schedule. As usual, everyone's welcome, and Rythe says she's bringing drinks this time.
Promising (1)
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"You're in my class."
"Yes.”
“I like your yellow scarf.”
“It protects me from monsters.”
“That's good.”
“You should get a scarf.”
“I will.”
“I'm Rythe.”
“I'm Anya.”
“We should be friends.
“Okay."
Promising (2)
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"Anya!”
“What?”
“Smoke!”
“Oh no!”
“Get it out of the oven!”
“It's still kind of burning.”
“Use the mitten things!”
“Got it!”
“Get it over here! Quick! On the table!”
“Wow, Rythe. It's pretty burnt.”
“Imagine we're in the woods cooking on a fire.”
“Good idea. Let's eat!”
“Tastes like camping.”
“I love camping."
Promising (3)
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"Troublemaker."
"Anya.”
“Here's your books. Let's go.”
“Thanks for bailing me out.”
“That guy just pissed me off.”
“I know. I heard what he said about me.
“I'm sorry. You don't need me to... It was a really bad idea.”
“Maybe. I mean, I don't open my—what'd you call it?—'bag of punches' as quick as you.
“No, you don't! It's right there, c'mon.”
“I'll keep it handy next time.”
“Good.”
“Let's get some pie.”
“Damn straight."
Promising (5)
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"You should come with me!”
“I can't, Rythe. I've got an exam tomorrow.”
“But the snow is back! You have to come see it.”
“I will, don't worry. I'll finish this as soon as I can, and we'll head up on the wall."
(Disgusted sound)
"Rythe.”
“Yes, fine. You can even bring what's-his-name.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, well. I guess he's okay."
(Laughter)
"I will. Now get out of here and let me study."
(Disgusted sound)
Promising (6)
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"You sure about this?”
“Don't you trust me?”
“Yes and no.”
“Annie!”
“Mostly no.”
“I'm wounded. Look, you get in here, see? We use it to rescue people. All strapped in and perfectly safe.”
“Just a quick flight? Nothing scary?”
“Nothing scary. I'm a superstar pilot.”
“Okay. I'll do it.”
“Great! Step in there. Good. Now I'll belt you in. First flight! Whooo!”
“Just no... spins or whatever. I don't want to get sick all over your new suit.”
“No promises! Off we go!”
“Rythe!"
Promising (7)
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"Can I?”
“Of course. Put your arms out. Like this. That's right, good.”
“She's so cute!”
“That's your auntie, kiddo. Never listen to her.”
“This troublemaker and I are going to be buds. Aren't we? Yes, we are. When you're older, I'll explain why your mom is no fun.”
“Hey!"
(Laughter)
"Annie.”
“Beautiful, right?”
“Perfect."
Promising (8)
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"Don't tell her that. You'll scare her.”
“But it's true! You know it. There's goddamn monsters out there.”
“She doesn't need to know that yet.”
“Why not? You want your daughter to grow up ignorant?”
“You're telling me how to raise my daughter?”
“No, maybe... I don't know! Look, it's so great out there. So beautiful. The bad stuff, well, that's part of it. She just needs to be prepared, okay?”
“I'll decide what good for her and what isn't, thanks.”
“Fine, whatever. Sorry."
Promising (9)
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"They're sure?”
“As sure as they can be. It's not a big deal. They'll keep an eye on it. You okay?”
“Sure. Just...”
“Rythe, I'm fine.”
“And your guy?”
“He'll be okay. Back at the house still freak-out cleaning.”
“Better than freak-out brawling.”
“Hey look, I haven't seen you in forever, and we're in the middle of the jungle. Let's just enjoy it, okay?”
“Yes. Right! I've got a great spot to show you. Somewhere way up high!”
“Perfect. Strapping in!"
Promising (10)
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"Rythe? It's okay, come in."
"Auntie!”
“Hey troublemaker. Wow, you're getting big. What the hell? Er, heck."
(Laughter)
"Okay, listen to me! Dad's made dinner. Go tell him auntie is here and wash up.”
“Okay. See you!”
“Later.”
“Hey, uh... she's getting big.”
“You said that.”
“Right. Yes. Annie...”
“Rythe, it's fine, I'm comfortable. Really. Get over here, I want to see you better.”
“Of course. I got your hand, you feel that?”
“Yes. Just sit for a while. This is nice.”
“Yeah.”
“I wanted to fly one more time, Rythe. See the old spots.”
“You will. I promise."
Promising (11)
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Brought you some pie. I'll leave that on the stone thingy here.
Okay, let's see... Oh right, finally got that latch fixed. No drifting in a straight shot now. Can't believe it took me that long to get it looked at. That would have driven you nuts. Yeah... so that's good.
And Annie? Promise kept. A little bit of you at each of our spots. It was fun, y'know? And hard. Wanted to tell you that in person.
It's starting to snow out here. It's beautiful. You'd love it.
I'm going head back now, I think. Check in on your little troublemaker. Drink a little drink, sing a little song. I'll come visit next week, okay?
Miss you.
Fort Tarsis (3)
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"Standing on the launch deck with your javelin all primed and ready to go, looking out over that endless jungle is the best feeling in the world. Wait, second-best: The best is seeing the towers of Fort Tarsis in the distance when you need to get home. Well, that and pie."
Launch Bay (7)
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"I hear if you do everything on Vule's Giant List of No in one visit, you get permanently banned from the launch bay and they erect a statue of you in the Fort's main courtyard as a warning. I keep trying, but I'm only up to four so far."
The Core (2)
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"Shaper energy going crazy, right? We track it to a relic in this cave, and just as I'm getting close —boom! Fragments everywhere. And a hole opens up mid-air and out come skorpions on fire. Days like this are why I love being a Freelancer."
Mail: First day on the job. Working for Sentinels.
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First day helping out the Sentinels. The biggest thing I've discovered is that they don't have a good sense of humor. I have major concerns and will file a formal complaint—ah, see what I did there? Yeah, they don't joke around very well. Here's a Sentinel joke...
Joke Teller: What do you get when you combine a grabbit, a cup of coffee, and a hundred pounds of strider parts?
Joke Listener: I don't know. What do you get?
Joke Teller: Stop wasting time and get back to work.
Hahhahaha.
Fine, the Sentinels aren't *that* bad to work with. They ask for help when they need it. Everything is above board, and they even say thank you when I finish a contract.
Mail: Return of Vule and the Pudding
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So who did I see yesterday signing for the delivery of an entire crate of those weird green spiky fruits from the Mirelands? You guessed it. Because I put his name in the title of this message
Anyway, Vule was about a thousand times more sketchy about this than the lemon fruit. He met the strider driver in the middle of the night and made sure to clear out all the Sentinels from the strider bay first. Like... what's so embarrassing about gross Mirelands fruit that the other Sentinels couldn't know he bought all that stuff? And what's he possibly going to do with an entire crate of fruit no Sentinel can see? Will keep you posted as this develops.