Vykeen Language

This guide will help people understanding the Vy'keen language. It has been sectioned off between multiple sections: NPC, Manufacturing Facility, Operations Centre, Monolith, Ship, and Request. I can do this for the Korvax and Gek as well. Let me know in the comments if this is useful.

General

This is a guide for the Vy'keen language. It will be broken up into 6 parts: NPC, Manufacturing Facility, Operations Centre, Monolith, Ship, and Request. It will have the description that you are given when the dialog is brought up. In the spirit of saving space, I have removed the newlines from the description so it will all be one paragraph instead of the two that are usually shown.

NPC (pt1)

Due to a limit in text, I had to break this into two parts

Description	Alien Language	English Language
The warrior's nostrils flare as I approach. It inhales deeply and barks out what could be a warning. I hurriedly mime that I am peaceful, and know little of its kind or language. It takes a second to think, then suddenly grabs my multi-tool while barking again into my visor – streaking it with saliva. It's pointing at the indicator that shows which elements I carry. I do my best to keep calm.	Biyedexoi ijintaixara! Luhun lazayugk! Huxianh enpowenn! Enxokaife qabgar aifen tinqiulo!	Pathetic interloper! Give elements! Isotope preferred! Honourable warrior teach language!
The warrior looks at me with fire in its eyes. This species is clearly aggressive, and I doubt I'm welcome, yet the lifeform bows in greeting. Tradition and honour perhaps dictate it. I don't feel in imminent danger, and am about to turn and leave when the creature points towards my multi-tool. It barks with concern, and makes a motion to suggest that I should hand it over.	Poi! Dom ijintaixara objoie hab ezhejiuan! Dom ijeomchech Turpanq iaqun iki! Uwe oima bighesu urg!	Grah! The interloper weapon is pathetic! The honourable Vy'keen pity you! I will replace it!
The warrior is silent for a second, before looking at me conspiratorially. It looks behind to check for its colleagues, before powering down security systems. The warrior pulls open the trade vault at its feet, which seems to be piled high with multi-tool upgrades. It indicates the contents of my inventory as a trade...	Yunnankanq ijintaixara. Itanglich? Umseosungqian agbasha. Ormaneium rudo zixin xoisa. Fangka gelantumbeint.	Contraband interloper. Interested? Non-traceable payment. Products and cargo only. Units unacceptable.
A red, jagged and recent bite mark is wrapped around the entirety of the warrior's neck. Claw marks have been dragged through its chest, and its suit's restoration and healing systems are blinking offline. The lifeform barks contentedly at me, satisfied with its narrow victory. It's clear, however, that its injuries are severe. It has trouble breathing.	Lodingha sui nokang, ijintaixara! Oni aid tandumoluobu, ach naya Turpanq Luquang azay!	Victory in battle, interloper! My suit malfunctions, but the Vy'keen Ancients smile!
The downbeat lifeform is studying the image of another young warrior on its pad. The pictured warrior looks virile and impressive. It has facial tendrils that are outstretched. It appears rich, and of good breeding stock. The look in its eyes is... sultry. The lifeform looks to me with questioning eyes. It clearly needs someone to talk this through with.	Poi! Mynuud gweihe gedinq ugourdoimao? Tiefa eragx oubusorc?	Grah! Warrior accept mating proposition? Accept dowry tribute?
The warrior is young, and looks terrified. Military orders for an upcoming operation fill its terminal screen. When it sees me its eyes widen, and it drops to the floor on its knees - proffers its multi-tool up towards me. Its yelps sound pleading. The fear in its movements are more than apparent. It's so on edge that it doesn't seem aware of the security cameras that surround us, watching its every move.	Amba nemmob suzhreban name! Facaute Turpanq Arnan Quanbar chuai! Muxi xipiandenq objoie!	New recruit abandon post! Desert Vy'keen High Command orders! Take multi-tool weapon!
The warrior's nostrils flare in hope and expectation. A holographic image showing military plans appears around us. On one side of the battlefield stands the creature's own warrior race, and on the other the robotic Sentinels. The warrior demands that I point to one side or the other.	Iazhoulin! Turpanq fushariqion? Ril mogya, ezhejiuan, gediangdogya Obinqiul fushariqion?	Interloper! Vy'keen allegiance? Or vile, pathetic, weak-minded Sentinel allegiance?
The warrior seems furious with itself. It slams its multi-tool onto a nearby surface and pulls the trigger again and again, but nothing happens. All weapons systems look functional, but their end result is nothing more than a hollow and empty click. The lifeform howls in self-loathing.	Poi! Biyedexoi qabgar! Doxongqingy qabgar! Otong aojiangsuh anagjog!	Grah! Pathetic warrior! Weak-minded warrior! Weapon ammunition depleted!
The lifeform clicks its heels together in an authoritarian fashion, before plunging a syringe dripping with corrosive green liquid into my arm. Holographic images of two alien races appear in my visor – a small reptilian figure, and a taller lifeform in a metal casing. The warrior snarls at me, and its fingers hover over the injector – which can surely cause damage to life, limb or equipment. It begins its interrogation...	Iazhoulin! Luhun Turpanq heangqinguka alet senguoliaod! Eojeaumu alet nicogliaozho, ibuqingc Turpanq nayugu!	Interloper! Give Vy'keen interrogator enemy information! Sacrifice enemy friendship, receive Vy'keen reward!
The warrior looks up from a screen of flashing alerts. It bares its teeth at me, and quivers with barely contained fury. It's clear that my presence is barely tolerated here. Its hand reaches to its weapon.	Biyedexoi ijintaixara! Nehuitu! Mynuud pubu zehub yawsonq omariqi puerleg liuehn! Yaixa! Yaixa!	Pathetic interloper! Leave! Warrior busy with facility security breach reports! Death! Death!
The warrior's facial markings draw into a smirk as it looks me up and down. I feel like I'm being sized up as a potential combatant. The creature points to an intriguing blueprint on its screen, then points to its own face. I'm being goaded into punching it. The lifeform barks menacingly. It's clear that this action will result in swift retribution.	Biyedexoi ijintaixara! Haqun xigcakamr rudo aqenzhu naya tisen Turpanq qabgar!	Pathetic interloper! Show strength and attack the noble Vy'keen warrior!
The panicked lifeform is studying a diagram of two warriors in combat, while a chosen form of multi-tool weaponry sits below in a storage vault. An angry recorded message is playing. It's a sequence of furious barks and screams that clearly have a moral high ground. The lifeform sees the battle-scars on my exosuit, and instantly yelps a question.	Poi! Cokai jix oijin xuzhouguan! Dom ontse objoie hab sui naya upshen dertan! Yaixa! Yaixa!	Grah! Fight my duel challenge! The chosen weapon is in the trade vault! Death! Death!

NPC (pt2)

This is the second part of the Vy'keen NPCs

Description	Alien Language	English Language
The storage vault at the warrior's feet shows clear signs of tampering. In fact, an explosive device has been attached to its hinges. The lifeform sees my shocked expression, and yaps in amusement. The bomb needs fuel for ignition, which would most likely blow the vault wide open. The warrior impatiently tries to explain what should happen next...	Poi! Biyedexoi homarxun qabgar kochong orcangfen xipiandenq sui unsang dertan! Urgas unqin dekous ohaluk sui chyueqin - hec orcangfen! Luqangdu dekous luodixigch!	Grah! Pathetic distant warrior leave powerful multi-tool in storage vault! Avoid rare isotope usage in explosion - too powerful! Uncommon isotope required!
The warrior seems pleased to see me. It barks twice, then retrieves two carved objects from behind its terminal. They are old, and it feels strange to see such ancient creations inside a technological hive like this... The first is a chipped and bloody blade. The second is a battered shield.	Iazhoulin! Turpanq Arnan Quanbar negpoha aqangjia. Dom umenniawsh ijintaixara, ins naya wukonq ijintaixara?	Interloper! Vy'keen High Command demands answers. The aggression interloper, or the defence interloper?
The warrior grabs at my multi-tool, stares at it dismissively and then starts yapping straight into my face. The yaps turn into slow hollow barks. It is unimpressed, and dramatically so at that. Suddenly a holographic catalogue of armaments and attachments appears. The warrior opens its arms wide, and embraces me. Alien sales traditions are a curious thing...	Iazhoulin! Xife ezhejiuan xipiandenq uglungdo jix joyuehnqu! Oni hipi haeju nicogliaozho, rudo hirph! Yaixa! Yaixa!	Interloper! Your pathetic multi-tool insults my ancestors! My wares create friendship, and blood! Death! Death!
The warrior is browsing a map of the surrounding landscape. Certain areas contain markings that represent Sentinels, which the lifeform is highlighting with an excited snarl. It strokes its boltcaster absentmindedly, before checking the ammo charge stored in its clip. On this, its eyes jolt up towards me. It barks a question, but it sounds more like a command.	Iazhoulin! Ter lechen Obinqiul iwu dizhu dogdo. Uwe nemuxi aojiangsuh.	Interloper! A great Sentinel hunt begins today. I demand ammunition.
The warrior barks abruptly and flourishes a knife. It stares directly into my eyes as it draw the blade over the palm of its hand. Black bubbles of blood emerge through the slit in its glove. It hands me the knife, clearly wanting me to reciprocate. It barks a little challenge, and pats the trade vault it's sitting next to. This will probably hurt...	Iazhoulin! Anhot obei xiezh! Turpanq nayugu naya ritux rudo nomodinugche!	Interloper! Prove your worth! Vy'keen reward the brave and foolhardy!
The warrior nods at me, before taking a small metal idol from the vault at its feet. As it clutches it, its eyes glaze over in a strange white sheen. I hear it mutter strange incantations that get louder, then louder again. Without waiting to ask permission, it thrusts its hands into my inventory. They burn with a strange intensity – seeming to reach for the elements it presumes are within. The experience is terrifying.	Tuan aiqiao naya gafe! Tuan aiqiao naya objoie hukanql!	Hirk bless the fuel! Hirk bless the weapon charge!
The warrior is old, and of a high rank. It takes its time studying my body, and my equipment – and snarls with disapproval. It grabs my visor suddenly, and watches me instinctively flinch and recoil. It lets me go and rolls its eyes while I fall back in shock. The lifeform's disdain is palpable. I think of ways to turn this encounter around...	Biyedexoi ijintaixara ihweyf! Leangpinni ere Arvaiko rudo Guko! Haqun Turpanq qabgar xigcakamr!	Pathetic interloper species! Equivalent to Korvax and Gek! Show Vy'keen warrior strength!
The warrior is building a nuclear warhead. The plans it holds in its hand are unmistakeable. A complicated sequence of technology blueprints and isotopic chemical reactions is waiting for the final addition of an element to be complete. There are countless lives on an unknown planet, far out in the cosmos, that could one day end due to this lifeform's work...	Poi! Turpanq ogz baidekongpi haej hibmanuur! Yaixa ere naya sagangxunfu Guko! Luhun unqin dekous!	Grah! Vy'keen war preparation nears completion! Death to the unsuspecting Gek! Give rare isotope!
As I approach, the warrior appears alert and welcoming. Suddenly, however, a personal alarm sounds from its datapad. The lifeform instinctively falls into some kind of trance. Its eyes mist over, it stares straight through me and it mumbles the same strange mantra over and over again. The trading vault at its feet appears unlocked, but there are security observation cameras dotted around the facility...	Tuan gohaejeon naya huzh. Tuan tanghouc naya qabgar. Isarin hab naya qabgar cuom giyeongjin naya huzh lemu Tuan.	Hirk blesses the sleep. Hirk recharges the warrior. Cursed is the warrior that interrupts the sleep of Hirk.
The warrior is tracking the paths of hundreds of warships across a galactic map, all converging on the same planetary system. This does not bode particularly well for the system in question... which appears to be populated by beaked traders of some variety. A course plotted by the warrior itself has come up short. It cannot make the complete journey. It slams its fist against the terminal and howls until spittle flecks my visor.	Poi! Kam! Uwe inhui gafe ere oan jix agnagca sui ijeomchech ogz! Yaixa! Yaixa!	Grah! Fuel! I need fuel to join my brothers in honourable war! Death! Death!

Manufacturing Facility

Description	Alien Language	English Language
The alarm has locked the terminal. Security scanners appear and slowly turn towards me. A message displays itself letter-by-letter on the terminal.	Kadaindaina ijintaixara ormarr zaxoisanhu motang olagandain!	Suspicious interloper visual detection system initiated!
The terminal is only intended for use by a certain species. A flap flicks open and a microphone emerges. A distant voice shouts 'Grah!'. I am expected to respond.	Turpanq minyai omariqi nadin amusiaretusso…	Vy'keen voice security scan initializing...
A laser scan refracts through my visor, then another traces the air around my breathing exhaust. My gas concentration levels don't match the warrior standard.	Enanjianq amtogqen! Minzusumuli imj siungmu'iweif ilo! Irnu eoulijinin!!	Intruder detected! Respiration gas concentration high! Enemy respiration!!
Two holographic security circuit images are on-screen. An open metal doorway, and the facility's Sentinel detection system. I can cut one off to reduce the alert. I need to act quickly	Eidikann yogze! Biyedexoi ijintaixara amchogawa ogz iilian ubinguxo fenya! Tuglaipe aserde!	Security alert! Pathetic interloper destroyed war factory entrance door! Sentinels absent!
The floor feels unsteady, and something clicks beneath my feet. The screen locks. Systems are aware I'm not the lifeform that usually operates here...	Turpanq omariqi motang yogze! Heangmye iqu alet zaxoisanhu ikiuraiam! Ogxu jiongd!	Vy'keen security system alert! Pressure pad enemy detection confirmed! Too heavy!
My presence has triggered a security alert. I hear elements being drawn from the two open vaults below me. On-screen: a clear countdown. An intense exothermic elemental reaction is being charged. It's a trap.	Enanjianq yogze! Hongyuan erkambrias aqoideang! Huxianh gafe idika olagandain!	Intruder alert! Commence detonation sequence! Isotope fuel flow initiated!
A warrior's heart is on-screen. It is connected to wires and artificial valves. It pumps a biological liquid through harvested organs deep within the facility. Its beat is irregular. It has been compromised by the security alert.	Enanjianq yogze! Ipuga teque aimenxiexi wahnger! Uejeongxia hukanql grixigzh log ude kubaro negdingk!	Intruder alert! Battle enzyme production halted! Electrical charge removed from body harvest circuit!
Security procedures are incinerating the content of all the vaults in the facility. Power surges are igniting them one-by-one. I can isolate one vault from the destruction but I can't see inside...	Enanjianq yogze! Chyanqiulon juayin dertan: ampain. Chyanqiulon awola dertan: gafe. Chyanqiulon unsang dertan: xipiandenq.	Intruder alert! Incinerating trading vault: empty. Incinerating power vault: fuel. Incinerating storage vault: multi-tool.
A transmission is firing on emergency frequencies. A ship is in orbit trying to determine the facility's location. It's preparing weapon systems. I don't have long to act.	Eidikann puerleg! Laerillot ukyun shuichandoi! Turpanq Arnan Quanbar rudagian entianyaima zixia olmasanc!	Security breach! Military action unstoppable! Vy'keen High Command vessel coordinate upload imminent!
Security scanners click and whirr as they focus. My bright red image is on-screen. Black lines that match the position of my exosuit's coolant mesh are clearly visible.	Iazhoulin zaxoisanhu! Ogwi zaxoisanhu qemotuni zesumx denni! Arnan baqenzhuglun biutang!	Interloper detection! Heat detection systems confirm report! High temperature intruder!
The warrior stationed here has abandoned its training. A vast amount of data still flows through the circuitry. The terminal is asking for a particular variety of common element.	Biyedexoi qabgar abka Turpanq tinqiulo! Toli axo ins anlongfeny wojiayugk gixudi! Bagak Bagak Eixing Beytzuten Bagak Bagak Yendihuailin	Pathetic warrior learn Vy'keen language! Pass test or encounter fighting pits! ERROR ERROR INSERT SILICATE ERROR ERROR MALFUNCTION
Sentinel components are being fed into the production machinery from resource vaults. The terminal needs instructions on what it should extract.	Poi! Lopunion Obinqiul iwu! Beqenxie unqin budonohe nabeitunxiag!	Grah! Bountiful Sentinel hunt! Initiate rare silicate extraction!
The alarm hasn't disrupted the factory's production line. Resources are being drawn from the vaults below me, but they have run dry. I could obtain whatever the mechanisms are creating with the right element...	Poi! Guko ogz baidekongpi xumotosuka! Unqingkarga aimenxiexi apotoud! Hyuan dekous luodixigch.	Grah! Gek war preparation disrupted! Ammunition production stalled! Common isotope required!
Elements are being stockpiled. Storage vaults have been filled by local warriors. There's still space for an oxide, but my scanner can't tell which one...	Guko ogz sharendenqi! Gurabg lazayugk luodixigch! Arnan Quanbar nemuxi unqin umzo! Xiongquan qabgar!	Gek war approaches! Scarce elements required! High Command demand rare oxide! Contribute warrior!
A secondary security sweep is underway. Scanners emerge from the ceiling and start to pan towards where I stand. If they detect me the facility will go into a full lockdown...	Eidikann nadin amusiaretusso! Datongs zaxoisanhu tosuancam unchayagoi!	Security scan initializing! Motion detection cameras operational!

Manufacturing Facility - Unknowns

Unknowns - these are phrases that were datamined from the 1.03 patch but I could not find within the game.

Description	Alien Language	English Language
I hear the facility automatically incinerating recently manufactured products in nearby storage vaults. The screen suggests that, pre-incineration, they were extremely valuable. The facility's production processes, however, remain online. The machinery will accept several uncommon elements...	Iazhoulin ???????? yogze! ??????? ???????? lemu ??????? ??????? ???????!	Interloper trespass alert! Destroy products of element upgrade process!
A panel springs open and various bloodied implements fall to the floor. They look as if they have medical uses, but systems have clearly fallen into disrepair. Two resource vaults designed for temporary oxide processing sit below the panel, but a charged product could also be used to power up the whole facility.	?????. ???????? yawsonq ?????????. ????????? ?????????: ???????? umzo ????? qabgar, unqin umzo ??????? genqjinm. ?????? ????????, ins ???????, legze ????? motang ??????.	Alert. Hospital facility abandoned. Emergency procedure: uncommon oxide heals warrior, rare oxide repairs equipment. Charge cylinder, or similar, brings whole system online.

Operation Centre (pt1)

Description	Alien Language	English Language
The alert has obscured the information on the primary terminal. I can only make out a few words. If I can work out what was being worked on here, I can restart the workflow – and restore operations.	// Hulon // Qido // Otand //	// SPACE // WARP // LARGE //
The facility's production harvest is underway. I can speed up systems by boosting the some of the machinery operating below me. What appears to be a power management screen is open on the terminal...	Duiw Rasangh. Aizentsurumoir amru: hukanql gormar. Gawsh amn: waxuesdaimo baxoisanha. Aqog iuyao'uijeomc: abgar ilo.	POWER REPORT. Electromagnetic coil: charge falling. Power core: acceptable boundaries. Primary motherboard: levels high.
I open a list of military achievements that's waiting for upload. There are images of distant battles, bloodied robots and vast explosions. A covering note clearly expects something in return, but the author chose not to send it.	Poi! Ube ijeomchech qabgar oyungr! Yaixa! Yaixa! Mynuud tungolagaxue!	Grah! Old honourable warrior retires! Death! Death! Warrior remuneration!
An animated gilled blob is on-screen waving a gun. It talks in the language of the warriors, but brightly and happily. It springs happily between bloodied runes, then asks for a donation of units.	Poi! Gifenghuai jag! Gianzhouvi Turpanq aeje! Luxarma taydu rum hagyoidala!	Grah! Education blob! Greetings Vy'keen cub! Insert units for education!
Military insignia and images of recently destroyed Sentinels fill the screen. Alien propaganda imagery takes glory in the destruction. I can respond with a numerical value, and nothing else.	Poi! Turpanq Arnan Quanbar nogpoha obei Obinqiul iexin pongd!	Grah! Vy'keen High Command demands your Sentinel kill count!
Interference from the security alert has turned the screen to static. I can hardly make out anything beyond a few words. If I work out which workflow has been scrambled I can restore systems...	// Drupshen // Hazhu // Jiowshela //	// OFFENSIVE // WEAPON // STARSHIP //
A huge list of equipment is waiting to be sent off-world. It's a stock list of some sort: everything has been confirmed and ticked off.	Poi! Guko ogz sharendenqi! Turpanq Arnan Quanbar doushe objoie yahnger ninurtiaial! Arnan Quanbar glai memotat genqjinm!	Grah! Gek war approaches! Vy'keen High Command request weapon reserve inventory! High Command send missing equipment!
This is a military terminal, in a facility that seems recently vacated. Three huge databanks have been partially deleted, and will require heightened processing power to restore them. A rare silicate would likely do the trick. Databank alpha bares the emblems of the warrior race, but beta and gamma are otherwise unmarked.	Turpanq awuko olm ambany. Tirkamsa awuko olm tinqiulo agbao. Zamyangw uquang: Turpanq ampompl omariqi. Zamyangw arma: ezhejiuan Guko. Zamyangw wudan: gediangdogya Arvaiko.	Vy'keen covert ops ended. Deleting covert ops language data. Databank alpha: Vy'keen internal security. Databank beta: pathetic Gek. Databank gamma: weak-minded Korvax.
The security alarm hasn't impacted production. Below my feet unseen equipment prepares the mineral harvest. I can speed up the process by eliminating unnecessary systems. The on-screen automated report will help...	Dafenhemiap Wolagakh. Ruangxi wodingxi: unchayagoi. Tayirnah Ris amn: unchayagoi. Rueyanamlincam ariwonsanor: mokpodaakr hubal, niqwaynarborer dignaga.	SUBSIDIARY SYSTEMS. Temporal capacitor: operational. Central AI core: operational. Gravitational stabilisers: unscheduled drain, disconnection advised.
A biological probe antenna launches from the terminal and fuses with my exosuit. I can't move. There's no way to tell if this is a normal function, or a security measure.	Iazhoulin giguohekourusel amusiaretusso! Iulonegchu hishipiaoan!	Interloper electrification initializing! Punishment commencing!
I find an off-world message intended for a creature posted in this station. It's oddly sentimental. Images of an infant warrior can be seen, then a picture of the same creature as a bloodied adolescent – proudly biting into the throat of a hoofed beast. In the final image a young warrior salutes its family as it leaves a distant world. There are two locked storage vaults at my feet. The message is programmed to release only one...	Poi! Sisiao ayonqu hiheuduohe Turpanq ogz eigwoji! Ahkantwe nogpoha iha! Naqanguay ehhoe, wukonq bagar! Irnu hirph! Yaixa! Yaixa!	Grah! Today child experiences Vy'keen war ceremony! Tradition demands gift! Aggression left, defence right! Enemy blood! Death! Death!
An automated report finished just before my incursion. As it did so, laser beams in resource vaults dimmed. I can find a way to tweak this system, and to speed up the production cycle...	Iuehn Wolagakh Rasangh. Mingjiangr qemotuni: hiwawa upanqlerinab. Ogxund xishuiyu lahshyueqi agr: hiwawa upanqlerinab. Etse orcangge qemotuni: sar upanqlerinab rudo ritaiangho. Satogqen fujiesho.	LASER SYSTEMS REPORT. Refraction systems: full efficiency. Laser assisted replication tank: full efficiency. Beam integrity systems: poor efficiency and performance. Engineer alerted.
The screen is a jumble of words, few of which aren't drowned in static. The on-screen workflow is scrambled. If I can identify it, I can bring it back online...	// Sonqu // Hohhoelis // Rutog // Horinab // Mehaejeo //	// ENEMY // PATHETIC // BEAK // DOOMED // TRADER //
A warrior has booby-trapped the terminal. The security alert has triggered the timer on an explosive charge. There are two wires exposed. The warrior has left a note. Only seconds remain...	Poi! Biyedexoi ijintaixara! Enxokaife cazenatu: iue raho noguka? Omdarull xenky!	Grah! Pathetic interloper! Honourable warning: cut red wire? Certain death!
The noise of gas being flushed through systems beneath my feet can be heard over the noise of the alert. An automated report flashes onto the terminal. I can use it to boost production speed, and hopefully maintain it.	Yitu Omchehom Rasangh. Pingdogyail togqenze: hiwawa upanqlerinab. Achawo agr: puerleg amtogqen. Heangmye ningqin: unchayagoi.	GAS INTEGRITY REPORT. Distribution network: full efficiency. Storage tank: breach detected. Pressure valves: operational.

Operation Centre (pt2)

Description	Alien Language	English Language
An off-world message has been sent here from a species of beaked traders. It looks like a signed contract, or maybe some sort of treaty. In response several offerings of valuable trade goods have been left in a vault by local warriors for exportation. Warrior High Command has sent a subsequent message to explain...	Poi! Ikiura, ezhejiuan, lechuayin Guko Acho Cokaiyanchy uxamic ugar eichu! Mynuud wat upshen ere juahta! Yaixa jungz!	Grah! Foolish, pathetic, ignorant Gek Trade Federation believe peace treaty! Warrior give trade to pacify! Death soon!
A faint chill can be felt while the security alert sounds. Coolant pipes are flushed, and an automated report appears on-screen. I can use its findings to boost the production cycle, and maybe maintain it.	Yiduhsh Aicangs. Dafengg xijiangl: hiwawa. Dafengg aryong aisaiqiong: unchayagoi. Dafengg togqenze: oidenninn haykanask, oukonqui amadonquam. Satogqen amringka.	COOLANT OVERVIEW. Coolant chamber: full. Coolant pump hydraulics: operational. Coolant network: suspected blockage, reduced operations. Engineer notified.
This appears to be a staging post for an imminent military operation. On-screen plans show a trading ship that carries a very particular sort of cargo, that's perhaps intended to persuade a distant planetary authority to allow the craft through their checkpoints. Covertly, however, the craft has been heavily modified – and also carries a phalanx of warriors carrying enhanced multi-tool technology. I can request further details on several aspects of the plan before I am detected, and shut out of the system.	Poi! Guko eishanve awuko olm ukhbaat olagandain! Lugovictav ogz! Yaixa! Yaxia! Arnan imjeaex glai genqjinm! Xabyaim! Xabyaim!	Grah! Gek homeworld covert ops mission initiated! Surprise war! Death! Death! High command send equipment! Request! Request!

Operation Centre - Unknown

Description	Alien Language	English Language
I find an image of a young warrior. The picture makes it look virile and impressive. Its tendrils are outstretched. It looks rich, and of good breeding stock. The look in its eyes is... sultry? The message gives me two options.	Poi! Biyedexoi qabgar! ??? ????????? jix joyuehnqu! Tiefa jix ????????? gedinq ugourdoimao! Tiefa eragx oubusorc!	Grah! Pathetic warrior! You displease my ancestors! Accept my offspring mating proposition! Accept dowry tribute!
I find a picture of a deserted plain, a diagram of two aliens in combat and images of a chosen form of multi-tool weaponry. The images then seem to show the weapon locked inside a planetary trading vault... The message sounds angry, and as if one of these creatures occupies the moral high ground. I can accept, or refuse.	Poi! Biyedexoi eianouk! ???? jix oijin xuzhouguan! Dom ontse objoie hab sui obei yawsonq! Yaixa! Yaixa!	Grah! Pathetic coward! Face my duel challenge! The chosen weapon is in your facility! Death! Death!
Someone is building a nuclear warhead. The plans that have been set in motion are unmistakable. A complicated sequence of technology blueprints and isotopic chemical reactions is waiting for the final addition of Thamium9 to be complete. There are countless lives on an unknown planet, far out in the cosmos, that could one day end due to this war factory's work...	Poi! Turpanq ogz baidekongpi haej hibmanuur! Yaixa ere naya sagangxunfu Guko!	Grah! Vy'keen war preparation nears completion! Death to the unsuspecting Gek!
A signed contract, or treaty, is open on-screen. Military orders from an off-world commander can be seen below it, but have not been acted on by the warrior posted here. I notice a faint imprint on the terminal where an empty product recipe screen has been punched. The disobedient warrior has left a vault full of rare oxides untouched, still waiting to be fed into the first stages of production.	Mynuud! Guko ugar eichu nogpoha ???????????. Luxarma ????? rudo Arnan Quanbar oima glai lahshyueqi ?????? ere ??????? Guko. Dom ezhejiuan Guko ???? ???? ??????. ???????? qabgar!	Warrior! Gek peace treaty demands reparations. Insert Oxide and High Command will send replication recipe to appease Gek. The pathetic Gek must feel secure. Patience warrior!
The storage vault shows clear signs of tampering that has resulted in an explosive device being attached to its hinges. The bomb needs fuel for ignition, which would most likely blow the vault wide open. Though what the most suitable isotope would be isn't clear.	Poi! Biyedexoi homarxun qabgar kochong orcangfen xipiandenq sui unsang dertan! Urgas unqin dekous ohaluk sui chyueqin - hec orcangfen! Luqangdu dekous luodixigch!	Grah! Pathetic distant warrior leave powerful multi-tool in storage vault! Avoid rare isotope usage in explosion - too powerful! Uncommon isotope required!

Monolith (pt1)

Description	Alien Language	English Language
I place my palm on the monolith, then stand back when it melts in response to my touch. Molten rock drips down the stone, exposing a hollow interior. Inside, I see riches that are beyond belief. Ancient technologies and cargo that would aid my journey. Lava continues to drop, and the edifice seems unstable, but equipment that could aid me is within arm's reach. Suddenly, the voice of an ancient tribe shakes the ground I stand on...	Dom Turpanq Luquang coqen hermenni rudo lepinggu.	The Vy'keen Ancients burn thieves and pirates.
I am trying to read the glyphs on the ancient monument when I feel a strange chill. A layer of frozen gas suddenly coats the monolith from bottom to top. It's so cold that I can see my breath inside my helmet. There is one small gap in the crystal ice, and I feel convinced that I could feed some of my mined elements through it, so they can come into contact with the monolith behind.	Huxianh chyan. Zoo gecodon. Turpanq kohe.	Isotope given. Ice thaws. Vy'keen rise.
There are three vast columns of words on the ancient structure, each written in a different alphabet. The first column's words are like savage runes scratched in sand, the second shows precise sequences of dots. The final column has wide and welcoming letters, almost appearing hand-written in hard stone. The dirt and blood of ancient hand prints cover the base of each column.	Poi! Yoyao tinqiulo lemu naya diyanqlogb! Yoyao tinqiulo lemu naya alsannam!	Grah! Learn language of the conquerors! Learn language of the conquered!
The body of a warrior emerges from the obelisk, a jagged tear in their midriff suggesting that the dangerous-looking multi-tool that sits in their hand was not enough to save them. The surface of the sculpted rock blurs and shows images of military worship. It's trying to tell me something.	Luguahi naya Mynuud! Luguahi hibian objoie!	Respect the Warrior! Respect their weapon!
I see a strange vision. A small terrified creature emerges from the monolith and runs between my legs. I hear the noises of an ancient hunt: the howls of pack animals in pursuit and the thunder of hooves. Warriors on vast beasts charge through the rock, and amidst the chaos one sees me staring. It raises its facial tendrils in greeting, barks a few words and swings a bladed weapon down towards me.	Poi! Turpanq Luquang aiqiao obei gansheq!	Grah! Vy'keen Ancients bless your journey!
I become a part of a strange new reality. The ancient rock opens. Inside, the dried out heart of an ancient warrior is strung up between wooden pillars. It pulses slowly as it hangs there, still beating. Lying below it on a dusty floor are a set of wrinkled lungs that look forever doomed to wheeze stale air. A desiccated eyeball stares up at me. Unblinking.	Neyogze naya olonqu qabgar ude. Caingzan oqudoneol awola.	Rebuild the ancient warrior body. Restore monolith power.
The monolith shows images of creatures lying dead before it. Each sacrificed, butchered and offered up to whatever Gods were once worshipped here. Suddenly, the head of a small woodland animal raises up through the earth below me. It stares at me with wide-eyes, then gives a joyful skip when its tiny hooves reach ground level. Something is clearly expected of me...	Dom imjeaex lemu naya Turpanq Luquang! Eojeaumu naya yaang! Gianyu rum Tuan!	The command of the Vy'keen Ancients! Sacrifice the beast! Blood for Hirk!
I am suddenly underwater. I am drowning. Water clogs my lungs. My chest is on fire. I gasp for air where there is none, and feel only tepid liquids filling me inside and out. My vision is clouding. I know this is my time. This is it. This is what it feels like. Suddenly, a green hand thrusts itself through the surface of the water. The light is fading.	Mynuud usumula euijungu angq. Moliangb xenky.	Warrior accepts journey's end. Embrace death.
Two ancient stone cups materialise in front of the monolith. One is filled with a dark red viscous liquid, the other contains a sticky fluid that is bright yellow and smells powerfully bitter. On the stone tablet behind the cups ancient glyphs swirl to form an image. A powerful and muscular warrior surrounded by a red halo challenges an opponent clad in bright yellow armour.	Nodengel unangba hirph ins yeedzanagjog aqe lemu naya Turpanq Luquang. Sariqi dungmeiz.	Choose healing blood or renergising bile of the Vy'keen Ancients. Drink destiny.
The monolith rips like paper, opening a window to another world. It is laced with a giant web. Just within my reach, an ancient warrior lies cocooned. It has been there for centuries. Dead, vacant eyes stare through me and on into the landscape beyond. It carries a rusted multi-tool, while a bulging webbed sack on its chest suggests it might carry greater riches on its body. Suddenly, the strange leathery growth starts to move...	Biyedexoi ialil eianouk damny daan! Iazhoulin! Muxi obei tungolagaxue…	Pathetic dead coward lies here! Interloper! Take your remuneration...

Monolith (pt2)

Description	Alien Language	English Language
A portal opens on the monolith, and the body of a huge winged animal falls to my feet. Its throat has been ritually cut, and its wings have been tattooed with faces of an ancient warrior tribe. The eyes though, the eyes look strange... Its original eyes have been cut out, and replaced by glittering red orbs. The more I look, the more they blaze. An advanced technology clearly lies at their centre. Can I bear to desecrate this sacrifice for help with my journey?	Luguahi naya Turpanq Luquang cenxoisa. Dom yaang madu ouc risui.	Respect the Vy'keen Ancients sacrifice. The beast has holy sight.
The giant mouth of an ancient hound suddenly emerges through the face of the monolith. It opens its jaws wide, and foul-smelling spittle streaks my visor. My nausea is tempered by the sight of valuable commodities balanced on its giant tongue. In a sudden movement the hound shifts the goods to one side of its mouth, spraying saliva over my arms. There's space on the tongue for more, should I wish to give up some of my cargo...	Ulgan naya yaang	Feed the beast
An ancient warrior's feet and legs slowly emerge from the bottom of the monolith. The rest of its torso then follows, unceremoniously pushed out onto the alien turf. It has been decapitated. Blood drips at my feet and high above me a disembodied head laughs at my shock. It shouts a guttural command of encouragement down to me. Behind, I hear an ancient blade unsheathe, and someone rushing towards me...	Unagjo ijintaixara! Enlina koshy!	Brave interloper! Resist fear!
The monolith fragments before my eyes. It folds down in on itself, again and again, until it is a tiny red orb surrounded by dancing lights. It feels like something truly ancient, perhaps something divine, is showing me the origin of these strange constructions. The oxides I carry are physically dragging me towards it - desperate to help it rebuild. It's not so much that I'm a pilgrim bearing offerings in hope of a blessing, but more that the elements I carry want to offer themselves...	Dom Turpanq nechu naya Gixois xoisar unqin ryongc. Zix osungru. Zix ufann.	The Vy'keen feed the Atlas stone rare oxides. It builds. It towers.
I live within a new reality. I am inside a vast coliseum and beneath a blood red sky. The noise is overpowering. Warriors scream and bark at the battle set up before them. Two combatants are squaring up on the crimson sand. One has lost its blade, and hides behind a shield. The other stalks towards it, with a spear raised. I feel compelled to add my voice to the howl of the mob.	Nodengel obei qabgar! Turpanq cainacu nayugu ijintaixara nazem!	Choose your warrior! Vy'keen ancients reward interloper howl!
I place my hand on the ancient structure and feel an intense heat burning within. Suddenly, as if attracted to my suit, a liquid metal starts to seep from a hole that's been broken into the rock. What starts as a drip, becomes a surge forcing itself through the gap. The monolith's previous contents are draining, and its glow is starting to fade. A voice screams out.	Riwon rexu! Elepinnd Umcommi! Niehave tuzengxi uancung ilu! Busa umzo!	Seal gap! Protect Monolith! Precious valuable material lost! Use oxide!
The body of a gilled blob creature materialises on the surface of the rock. It is an ancient sacrifice, impaled through its wide, open eyes with metal spears. Liquid is dripping from the body down the monolith through a channel cut into the rock by ancient hands. It can be diverted toward two carvings – one of a sun, the other of a moon.	Myeon legze awola. Gatarnan legze lepuganxi.	Light brings power. Darkness brings resilience.
I feel drained. Readings on my multi-tool and exosuit start to gradually pull downwards, and a feeling of lethargy overwhelms me. I breathe normally, but my body screams for oxygen. The monolith, silent and unmoving, towers above. A thought from outside my own mind starts to echo through my consciousness.	Luquang aibeyt ijintaixara irn idone! Luquang nayugu ijintaixara rum ukyunf! Mandinq! Memolo! Mandinq! Memolo!	Ancients consume interloper life force! Ancients reward interloper for rebirth! Closer! Faster! Closer! Faster!
It's the time of day that this mysterious site becomes active. A beam of light shines down from the sky and is focused by ancient glyphs onto a stone surface marked with ancient carvings. The beam of light slowly traces towards images scratched into the stone. A vast warrior battle, an alien city and what could be a stolen treasure. The hand prints of pilgrims cover each one...	Tuan ahnge naya ahdzanamp lemu Oqu urrul nokang. Iuyansumx ixi opin sui naya olgi lemu Tuan.	Hirk took the treasure of Nal after battle. Treasure now hides in the city of Hirk.
A sudden pulse of destructive energy flows through my exosuit. My multi-tools sensors sense another build-up of energy growing deep within the monolith. It will soon unleash itself on me, and the landscape that surrounds the ancient site. I can use my Protection Mesh functions to dampen the imminent energy wave, but systems are too overwhelmed to identify it...	Amheud! Ziy legii! Oidekou aiangbia iyor howle!	Warning! Keep clear! Ancient radiation pulse site!

Ship

Alien Language	English Language
Poi! Iazhoulin upshen hab waxuesdaimo.	Grah! Interloper trade is acceptable.
Iazhoulin! Acho qusumzomed dizhu! Jeju!	Interloper! Trade discussion begins! Now!
Acho iyanbeid qabagar joyuehnqu.	Trade pleases warrior ancestors.

Request

Alien Language	English Language
Turpanq qabgar xangb ezhejiuan, gediangdogya ijintaixara dogdo?	Vy'keen warrior help pathetic, weak-minded interloper today?
Ubei ezhejiuan, gediangdogya ijintaixara. Uwe qion galashga zehub omndihu.	Hail pathetic, weak-minded interloper. I serve requests with honour.
Iazhoulin daija higarcorp Turpanq joyuehnqu dogdo. Mixuk qihai.	Interloper avoids offending Vy'keen ancestors today. Good news.
Udi yogze ilo. Irnu ihweyf oima buirif. Iazhoulin ihweyf... raliangren waxuesdaimo.	War alert high. Enemy species will suffer. Interloper species... currently acceptable.
Turpanq Arnan Quanbar tasaya qabgar xangb ezhejiuan ijintaixara eianouk. Xife honquiara?	Vy'keen High Command insist warrior help pathetic interloper coward. Your question?
Ubei ritux Turpanq rupsh!	Hail brave Vy'keen ally!
Iazhoulin rupsh! Udi baidekongpi hab ilo, ugar uoo jungz!	Interloper ally! War preparation is high, peace ends soon!
Iazhoulin hirph rudo Turpanq hirph ninin gabiangdeq. Tolinac qixinmen!	Interloper blood and Vy'keen blood run together. Glorious alliance!
Tob joyuehnqu azay luo naya ijintaixara.	Holy ancestors smile on the interloper.
Turpanq qabgar zusumuli ezhejiuan, gediangdogya eianouk ihweyf. Iazhoulin ihweyf... ugour waxuesdaimo.	Vy'keen warrior dislike pathetic, weak-minded coward species. Interloper species... almost acceptable.
Yaixa! Yaixa! Yaixa! Yaixa! Yaixa! Owler qabgar!	Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Joyful warrior!

Request - Unknown

Alien Language	English Language
Poi! Iazhoulin! Turpanq Arnan Quanbar doushe ???????? ???? obei ezhejiuan galashga!	Grah! Interloper! Vy'keen High Command request warriors hear your pathetic requests!

[FearsomeGnome]

This is amazing. Thank you for putting in the work. I wish these existed for the Gek and Korvax as well. Have an award friend!

[Zorrexz]

thankkkkkssss

[DeadPoolX]

This must've taken a long time to discover and write out. Thank you! It's extremely helpful.

[Spades Midnight Crew]

This probably took you a long time but I would greatly enough if you did the gek as well. Why you ask? I wanna speak in Gek and Vy'keen because those our my friend and I's first meetings.

[LuckyDog]

Wow - very comprehensive
I did a word count when I got all of the Vy'keen words (including a few random Atlas words) and it came to about 465 words - biggest language I've encountered.

I recommend to new players to take the time to visit all Ruins, monuments, etc. first, in order to get most or all of language, so that you have 100% shot at answering correctly in Mfg Facilities, Alien questions, etc.

Nice Guide here - Thx

[Spacehappy]

A fantastic guide, very well done.

[MDiggity]

can you write a review for the game in Vykeen please? There are definitely enough words to do it. example (lie, cheat, steal, disappoint, grah!) Thank you

[Sleipnir]

Great informational guide, thank you very much!