Colleen

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Colleen

"Captain"

Pre-Clockwork
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Bio

Type

NPC

Other Titles

Universal Merchant^[1]

Lore PathLore Path

Trailblaze

Factions

World

Penacony

Locations

Colleen is an NPC on Penacony, located in Dream's Edge. After completing the Adventure Mission Clockwork: Colleen, she can also be found in Dreamflux Reef.

Profile[]

Colleen is a Nameless. She wasn't around for the dawn of trailblazing star rail era, so she had to join a civil organization that was responsible for its own finances. Compared to other Trailblazers exploring the vast unknown, she was more of a mercenary. Later, she left the organization and became a loner. Since then, she can go wherever she wants and fight whomever she wants. This free-roaming lifestyle brought her a wealth of experience, but she never got to see the legendary spectacle of a group of people working together as one.^[2]

Story[]

During an assignment from the Intelligentsia Guild when she was retrieving a probe beacon from nearby this mega black hole called the New Eden, she experienced time travel. When she handed back the beacon, the original manager for the task had long died. It was his apprentice's apprentice who paid her out. Based on the lifespan of mortals, she shouldn't be alive right now.

During Clockwork: Colleen, the Trailblazer helped her remember her lost memory: she came to Penacony to investigate the Watchmaker — a rumored senior Nameless. She assumed a new identity and is now working as a Dreamweaver of the Nightingale Family.^[2] Later, she accidentally entered the Dreamflux Reef and eventually found the secrets of Penacony and the Watchmaker.

Locations[]

Missions and Events[]

Adventure Missions

Clockwork
- Clockwork: Colleen

Character Mentions[]

Readables

Claudia's Gathered Clues

Voice Lines[]

Before completing Clockwork: Colleen

(Version 1)

▶ "Wanna hear a story? I have many to tell."

(Version 2)

▶ "The ideas of Captain Colleen are endless."

After completing Clockwork: Colleen

(Version 1)

▶ ▶ ▶ ▶ "The adventure will begin very shortly."

(Version 2)

▶ ▶ ▶ ▶ "We'll have plenty of opportunities to interact."

In Dreamflux Reef

(Version 1)

"Perhaps this is what they call the spirit of trailblazing."

(Version 2)

"The people here... They spark such envy in me."

Dialogue[]

Dream's Edge[]

(First interaction)

Colleen: Yo, how is it going? It's me, Colleen — the idea hamster for the Dreamweavers. I've got enough Dreamscape material in my head to fill all of Penacony — you want it, I got it!

Colleen: I'm a traveling merchant by trade, and fly my ship anywhere I please. You can call me "Captain Colleen."

..."Captain"?

Colleen: Ha, can't tell judging by my outfit, can you?

Colleen: I admit, this look is indeed a little more bling. but if you don't want to be looked down upon in a place like this, you should pay attention to dressing up... It would freak out the lot of you if I were to wear my usual get-up here.

Colleen: Just accept this for now — and if we get along well, you'll naturally catch my "professional" side.

Dreamscape material?

Colleen: The Dreamscape: basically a remix and reshuffle of people's real life experiences. Someone who never goes outside to touch grass can only dream of whatever boredom that happens around their own little patch of turf.

Colleen: To make the Dreamscape interesting without being nonsense, The Family had to find a consultant — someone who was very well-traveled.

Colleen: At first, the best candidate for the job was the Nameless. But unexpectedly, that poor chap Akivili ended up kicking the bucket, and the rest of the gang disappeared without a trace soon after... Without this first-choice option available, a traveling merchant was the most reliable — and so they invited me.

Colleen: After all, how many people in this universe are worthy of the "Nameless" title?

What about us aboard the Astral Express?

Colleen: ...

Colleen: Hang on, are you... a member of the Astral Express? How are things there right now?

You share with Colleen an overview of your experiences aboard the Astral Express.

Colleen: ...That's really touching. I didn't expect that after so many Amber Eras there would still be people walking the Path of Trailblaze.

Colleen: ...*ahem* I'm sorry. Since you've told me so much about your experiences, I should offer up the same as thanks and tell you a little about myself.

Colleen: So then, what kind of stories do you like best?

(Continue on to dialogue options below)

(Subsequent interactions)

Colleen: Yo, you're back. What's the plan this time?

I'd like to hear about your experiences.

Colleen: Alright, Captain Colleen's got many a story. What kind of stories do you like best?

Thrilling ones.

Colleen: Thrilling, eh... Let me see...

Colleen: There was this one time on an assignment from the Intelligentsia Guild, when we were retrieving a probe beacon from nearby this mega black hole called the New Eden. The pay was so fat that we agreed without thinking too much about it.

Colleen: Upon arrival, we discovered that the beacon wasn't in its original spot. An accident had dragged it away from its fixed location, and it was drifting toward the black hole — soon to cross over the event horizon.

Colleen: Crossing the event horizon is like plunging into the stomach of a Giant Sting: there's no coming back from it. So I had to intercept the beacon before it fell completely into the black hole... This was the most difficult challenge I ever encountered in my career as a captain.

Colleen: Y'know what, there is gravity outside the event horizon, and it gets stronger the closer you get to the center. My ship's engine wasn't the best, and there was no guarantee that we could even get out once we'd nabbed the beacon...

Colleen: ...Luckily there were lots of metal scraps in the beacon's path. I could launch something from the ship to collide with the scraps and ricochet, thereby exerting a returning force onto the beacon...

Colleen: This principle is quite hard to explain... Do you know billiardsBilliards? It's just like that, but the shot I was gonna make would be the most exquisite, legendary shot in all history!

That sounds difficult.

Colleen: Yeah, the angle of incidence must be exact with moderate force only; any mistakes would destroy the arrangement of the scraps. There was no room for a mulligan here.

I'm sure you're a master.

Colleen: No, if it were that alone, it wouldn't count as being thrilling...

(Keep silent)

Colleen: Aren't you curious as to why this story isn't considered thrilling, though? Don't worry. I'll fill you in...

I'll listen another day.

Colleen: The shot was no good. The missiles did not rebound as expected, but instead smashed around like a headless fly — which then accelerated the sinking of the beacon.

Colleen: At this point, I could actually still speed in to catch up with the beacon. But the risk was too great to be worth it.

Colleen: And so I turned around the spaceship and planned to jet straight out of that star system... but ended up running straight into an Annihilation Gang fleet. Those crazy mutts were doing all they could to chase me down! I even suspected that perhaps the guild had sent them to hunt me down.

Colleen: My ship was blown into magnificent smithereens during the assault, and I used the force of the explosion to board the Annihilation Gang's battleship.

Colleen: I won't go into details for now about the battle. In the end I managed to defeat all the bad guys, then put the pedal to the metal to pilot this stolen warship straight out of the star system — now THAT was the most thrilling part of the story.

Sounds like nonsense.

Colleen: Well... there was lots of violence in the details. I can tell you're young, though, so don't want to expose you to all that.

Colleen: ...Anyways, use you imagination! Aren't you a Trailblazer? If so, you shouldn't restrain your thinking to just reality!

Awesome!

Colleen: Right? Not even the illustrious Galaxy Rangers could do any better. And this is but one small, micro footnote in the annals of my legendary career.

Colleen: If you're interested, I can spin a few more action stories for you later... just let me come up with some of the details first.

(Keep silent)

Colleen: Er, don't you have any... thoughts?

Colleen: Whatever, this story is terrible and hacky... just forget it.

I'll listen another day.

Make it a little more romantic.

Colleen: More romantic... Then let's talk about the incident in the asteroid belt.

Colleen: One time, I was piloting a spaceship and roaming the stars, when I accidentally came to a place that wasn't on the astral charts: a space junkyard filled with asteroids.

Colleen: The data in these remote star systems is priceless. I could get huge credit rewards for reporting the coordinates to IPC.

Colleen: But before that, I had to carefully check our vicinity — this gig was all too easy, and there had to be something going on behind the scenes.

Colleen: There were so many obstacles in this place that the ship's instruments kept tripping alarms everywhere, rendering it useless. I had no choice but to make observations by dead reckoning, and manually piloted the spaceship.

Colleen: Just as I was focusing all my attentions on the six directions around me, the snarling teeth and claws of this alien suddenly floated into sight...

That's terrifying!

Colleen: Yeah! But I wasn't scared. My heart is tougher than diamond — despite this monster having two pairs of eyes and skin smoother than an Insumousu. There was no dread in my heart.

Colleen: Upon closer look, I realized that this guy's skin was all dried up as though dead... Judging by its appearance, it should have no problem whatsoever surviving in the universe.

What did the alien look like?

Colleen: Two pairs of eyes and smooth skin, almost like a fish with arms and legs — judging by its appearance, it should have no problem whatsoever surviving in the universe.

Colleen: Upon closer look, I realized that this guy was dead, and had been so for some time.

(Keep silent)

Colleen: Upon closer look, I realized that this guy was dead. It looked like a fish with arms and legs, and its exterior seemed as though it would have no problem surviving out in the universe.

I'll listen another day.

Colleen: I've never seen anything like it in the data bank, which means it's either an undiscovered species, or... extinct.

Colleen: Later on, I did some digging around this star system and discovered those asteroids were not formed naturally. They were fragments from an explosion, and were all sourced from the same planet.

Colleen: The computer analyzed the sample composition, and found that the fragments were formed over 10 Amber Eras ago — a huge event happened back then, which you should know about.

I'm not so good at history...

Colleen: It was a stellaron — the Cancer of All Worlds that set out on its invasion of all worlds thereafter.

A stellaron has appeared?

Colleen: That's right. It was from that moment forth that the Cancer of All Worlds started its invasion across all worlds.

I'll listen another day.

Colleen: Civilizations destroyed by stellarons are not altogether uncommon. At first, I didn't really take it seriously, and was planning on warping out of there as soon as I'd reported the coordinates — that is, until I discovered those symbols on the surface of the asteroids.

Colleen: It really was a magnificent sight, with these blocks of dense scratches etched onto each asteroid like a tattoo. There were both deep and shallow markings, in all kinds of different shapes, which undoubtedly were carved out by someone as if... they were glyphs from some civilization.

Colleen: The sight piqued my interest — which of the Nameless could ever refuse such an invitation to explore?

Colleen: So I continued on into the center of the trash dump, passing blocks with glyphs carved into them along the way as well as... little houses built onto the asteroids.

Colleen: These houses looked like little honeycombs woven out of tin foil. Simple in structure and numbering in the hundreds, they were clearly artificially build — an entire settlement once lived here!

Colleen: I checked over the houses but only found more alien corpses. There were no survival supplies in any of the buildings, and almost no tools at all save for a crude pickax.

Colleen: It's possible that they are the survivors of this planet, escaping utter catastrophe through some means but doomed to ultimately die due to exhaustion of resources.

Colleen: Before the final moments of their lives, they recordedmemories vital information — maybe histories, or research into Stellarons — in the form of glyphs carved into the surfaces of these asteroids.

Colleen: This work looks truly tedious and boring... What kind of firm resolve supported their completion? I don't know, but their achievements have no doubt left a monument for their home planet and civilization.

Colleen: It's a shame that the Synesthesia Beacon could not decrypt text; the slow, irregular traveling long ruled out any possibility of re-sequencing these asteroids. Otherwise, I would have read it — to see what it was that kept them going as a team on the brink of death.

Colleen: In the end, I sent off the coordinates to IPC as planned, then put the pedal to the metal to hightail it out of there — I'd learned the lesson I was supposed to, and the secret of the glyphs should be left to professionals.

Sounds like it'll become a tourist destination...

Colleen: Maybe. But in comparison, I'd rather this story wasn't buried forever.

Colleen: ...It would be a great pity for such hard work to go unrecognized.

Did IPC pay out a bonus?

Colleen: They sure did. I had been focused on making a score, but after witnessing such a grand sight, money no longer seemed to matter.

Colleen: Plus based on the IPC's style, I knew I'd face endless interrogations as the person who made first contact. I'd be far better slipping off and getting some peace and quiet.

(Keep silent)

I'll listen another day.

Colleen: Anyhow, was that story romantic enough for you?

There's a kind of majestic beauty to it.

Colleen: Right? I prefer this kind of unusual romance over traditional love.

Colleen: There are hundreds of millions of stars in the cosmos. On such a vast scale, this mutual infatuation between two people seems inevitably insignificant.

Colleen: Anyway, it's great that you liked it.

Mid.

Colleen: *sigh* So it seems you lose some of the magic when you put it into words.

Colleen: If you get the chance, you really should try and see that sight with your own eyes... Maybe you could make it into a dream bubble?

I prefer love stories.

Colleen: Haha, that's indeed one kind of romantic ideal, but I prefer this kind of... unusual romance.

Colleen: After all, their infatuation is just one of uncountable connections throughout the cosmos. The universe is truly wonderful, isn't it?

One that's educational.

Colleen: Well... generally speaking, everything that happens in this universe is just a pile of coincidences stacked up, and it's difficult for humans to learn anything from that.

Colleen: However, I do have a story that fits the bill.

Colleen: About 10 Amber Eras or so back, the notorious "Mechanical Pirate King" Wyland roamed the galaxies...

Colleen: When this pirate was young, he switched out almost all of his body parts with prosthetics, wreaking havoc throughout star zones and committing countless crimes. The bounty on his head was enough to buy a whole planet of your own.

Colleen: In his old age, Wyland's mind became overwhelmed by excessive mods. Pain and hallucinations tortured him daily, twisting him into a mad, irritable, neurotic... monster.

Colleen: His once-loyal crew either deserted him or were cruelly tortured by him. Just as this band of pirates was about to fall apart, a masked visitor came to Wyland telling him that an extract from the brain of the void song whale could relieve his adverse reactions.

Colleen: At his wits' end, Wyland could not help but clutch to any last straw that might save his life. And so began the massacre of the void song whales...

Colleen: Wyland hooked his nervous system straight into the bridge terminal for maximum hunting efficiency, so that commanding the entire battleship was like moving a limb. The cost was that once he lost his supply of whale extract, he would experience organ failure and perish soon after.

Colleen: Those were crazy days, with whales perishing in the cannon fire every day. Even the Annihilation Gang was won over by Wyland's ambition, willingly joining the hunt — just for the thrill of it.

Colleen: After multiple unheeded warnings, the Interastral Peace Corporation reached out to the Galaxy Rangers about building an alliance to wipe out this enduring scourge. In the end, both sides contributed crack troops and planned to launch an operation to lop the head off Wyland's main battleship.

Sounds like a must!

Colleen: Who said it wasn't? But even with such a luxuriant lineup, victory was far from guaranteed.

The IPC and the Galaxy Rangers working together? That is rare...

Colleen: Who said it wasn't? But even with such a luxuriant lineup, victory was far from guaranteed.

(Remain silent.)

I'll listen another day.

Colleen: Don't think a beheading operation is easy. The battleship's radar was Wyland's eyes. Its cannons were extensions of his arms. Boarding such a monster as this requires perfect mastery of piloting.

Colleen: Luckily, I also participated in that battle... as the pilot of the transport vessel.

Colleen: When we opened the door to the captain's quarters, all we could see was an empty glass tank and scattered drips hanging about the place — the largest of which was hooked up to Wyland's back...

Colleen: Wyland lay on the ground, like a fish out of water — dead.

Scared to death?

Colleen: No, that isn't really very educational.

...How did they die?

Colleen: We were puzzled at the time too. We thought there would be this ferocious battle, but it shifted straight to the cleanup stage without a shot being fired.

(Remain silent.)

I'll listen another day.

Colleen: Later on, we learned that well beforehand, Wyland had sold off all the extract he had to a masked buyer who paid very good money for it.

Colleen: He thought the supplies in the tank would last until the next hunt, but could find no prey after weeks of searching. According to the statistics from the Intelligentsia Guild, there haven't been any living void song whales in that sector for a long time.

Colleen: So when the righteous alliance attacked, Wyland had already been dead for some time due to graft-host rejection...

Colleen: He was still trying to use his mouth to suck the last few drops of extract out of the tubes during his final moments.

What an ironic ending.

Colleen: Yes, truly an enjoyable"Elation" moment. The Mechanical Pirate King, a menace of the era, meeting his end like this.

And what of his followers?

Colleen: Wyland was the best fighter and died. The rest of them naturally scattered to the solar winds. But IPC and Rangers still meted out to them the punishment they deserved.

...

Colleen: *sigh* Organic creatures love modding themselves into robots. Wyland was no exception...

Colleen: But he was never able to rid himself of human greed, until in the end he died farcically upon a throne made of twisted tubes.

Colleen: I trust everyone is able to learn something different from his experiences. And in my opinion...

Colleen: If you already have people who want your head, don't let it get to the point where you've alienated your own family.

Not right now.

Nothing.

Colleen: Then safe travels — the best wishes there could ever be for the Nameless.

Post-Mission[]

(If Colleen's Emotion is set to Calm): Colleen: Oh, my friend, what's the plan this time?

(If Colleen's Emotion is set to Angry): Captain Colleen frowned, her rage bubbling up beneath the surface like an undercurrent.

(If Colleen's Emotion is set to Happy): Colleen: Pfft... No matter where you're heading, you're walking forward!

(If Colleen's Emotion is set to Sad): Captain Colleen stared up at the sky with a sullen face — or perhaps it was something even higher than the sky.

Were you following me just now?

Colleen: Hey, smart (boy/girl), have you only just noticed?

Colleen: Truth be told, I have the means to leave the Dream's Edge, but I've spent enough time here to know that the trip is bound to be perilous. The Family may have already taken precautions.

Colleen: That's why I wanted you to explore the route first so that you could trigger all the traps laid for me in advance.

Colleen: Guess what happened in the end? I was on the fifth floor, but The Family was on the first floor. Aside from the two IPC minions who messed with me, there were no other troubles.

Colleen: No, it's too early to gloat now. I'd be doomed if my enemies strike when I let down my guard...

Colleen: ...Even if any danger comes our way, I believe I'll be strong enough to keep you safe.

You're using me!

Colleen: Ah, I can't deny that, but... I hope you aren't bothered by it.

Of course I can do that.

I don't think that's okay...

Colleen: I know that something like this is not easy to forgive, but... at least I didn't harm you, right? Haha, right...

Colleen: ...Ah, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. Please accept this gift as an apology.

Fine, just this once.

Colleen: I knew it! Thanks for being the bigger person here, Nameless. I could not be more grateful to you.

Colleen: To show my remorse, here's a token of my apology. Please keep it!

Alright. I got it.

Colleen: I'm surprised you didn't flip out right away. The Nameless nowadays are so easygoing.

Colleen: Here's your reward for letting me follow you all the way here. Please take it.

Colleen: Remember not to reveal my identity to anyone. I don't want too much attention.

(Obtain Golden Limited - Aideen Token ×1)

I'd like to hear about your experiences.

Colleen: Alright, Captain Colleen's got many a story. What kind of stories do you like best?

Thrilling ones.

Colleen: Thrilling, eh... Let me see...

Colleen: There was this one time on an assignment from the Intelligentsia Guild, when we were retrieving a probe beacon from nearby this mega black hole called the New Eden. The pay was so fat that we agreed without thinking too much about it.

Colleen: Upon arrival, we discovered that the beacon wasn't in its original spot. An accident had dragged it away from its fixed location, and it was drifting toward the black hole — soon to cross over the event horizon.

Colleen: Crossing the event horizon is like plunging into the stomach of a Giant Sting: there's no coming back from it. So I had to intercept the beacon before it fell completely into the black hole... This was the most difficult challenge I ever encountered in my career as a captain.

Colleen: Y'know what, there is gravity outside the event horizon, and it gets stronger the closer you get to the center. My ship's engine wasn't the best, and there was no guarantee that we could even get out once we'd nabbed the beacon...

Colleen: ...Luckily there were lots of metal scraps in the beacon's path. I could launch something from the ship to collide with the scraps and ricochet, thereby exerting a returning force onto the beacon...

Colleen: This principle is quite hard to explain... Do you know billiardsBilliards? It's just like that, but the shot I was gonna make would be the most exquisite, legendary shot in all history!

That sounds difficult.

Colleen: Yeah, the angle of incidence must be exact with moderate force only; any mistakes would destroy the arrangement of the scraps. There was no room for a mulligan here.

I'm sure you're a master.

Colleen: No, if it were that alone, it wouldn't count as being thrilling...

(Keep silent)

Colleen: Aren't you curious as to why this story isn't considered thrilling, though? Don't worry. I'll fill you in...

I'll listen another day.

Colleen: The shot was no good. The missiles did not rebound as expected, but instead smashed around like a headless fly — which then accelerated the sinking of the beacon.

Colleen: So I quickly chased after him at full speed. I really should have turned around and left at that point, but perhaps it was the Trailblazer inside me.

Colleen: While safely retrieving the beacon, my ship was captured by the gravity well of the black hole, trapping me on the accretion disk. It felt like being in water rapids — no matter how hard you tried there was no way forward, and if you relaxed for a second, it would push you back.

Colleen: Overloading the engine, I maintained a temporary force balance. However, once my fuel burned up, the spaceship would inevitably tumble straight into the abyss.

Colleen: Just then, I found myself remembering that line from the sages: "If you wish to leave somewhere, you must first abandon something."

Colleen: And so I performed a separation procedure, launching the entire cargo cabin of the spaceship backwards to use the recoil generated to break away from the black hole.

Colleen: Luckily we didn't end up crossing the event horizon, otherwise only the Aeons know what might have happened...

Colleen: But this was no victory. Outside the vicinity of the black hole, I discovered that a long time had passed — far longer than I could've imagined...

Colleen: When I handed back the beacon, everyone looked at me as though I had two heads: the original manager for the task had long died. It was his apprentice's apprentice who paid me out.

Did you travel through time?

Colleen: That's one way of putting it. After all, based on the lifespan of mortals I shouldn't be alive right now.

Colleen: As for whether this is a blessing or a curse, I'm afraid only time can deliver an answer...

The Intelligentsia Guild keeps their promises...

Colleen: Haha, if I really could meet someone from dozens of Amber Eras ago, I'd be happy to pay them money — could there be anything cooler than this?

Colleen: After all, not just anybody gets the chance to live so long.

Colleen: As for whether this is a blessing or a curse, I'm afraid only time can deliver an answer...

Doesn't seem that thrilling to me.

Colleen: Sure, when it's put like that. After all, problem-solving is really all about jettisoning the ballast, that's all. It sounds really simple.

Colleen: But when the time comes, not everyone has the guts to sever their own tail to escape. And I think the most thrilling part of all is in the escaping...

Colleen: Whether skipping such a long passage of time is a blessing or a curse, I'm afraid only time itself can deliver an answer...

(Keep silent)

Colleen: I know this story is unbelievable, but so many extreme things happen out there in the universe every day. Besides, we the Nameless cannot limit ourselves to the boundaries of reality!

Colleen: What's more, I have no idea right now whether this is a blessing or a curse... I'm afraid only time can deliver an answer.

Make it a little more romantic.

Colleen: More romantic... Then let's talk about the incident in the asteroid belt.

Colleen: One time, I was piloting a spaceship and roaming the stars, when I accidentally came to a place that wasn't on the astral charts: a space junkyard filled with asteroids.

Colleen: Such oversights are often due to insufficient map data. I could get huge credit rewards for reporting correct coordinates to IPC.

Colleen: It's a shame IPC had a bounty out on my head, so that money's out of my reach for now — but that doesn't stop me from taking a stroll around there. Who knows what treasure I might find?