• 异客
  • パッセンジャー
  • 패신저

Passenger

Caster — Chain Caster
Attacks deal Arts damage and jump between 4 enemies. Each jump deals 15% less damage and inflicts a brief Slow
  • SG07
  • Ranged
  • DPS
/ 90
[Code Name] Passenger
[Gender] Male
[Combat Experience] 16 Years
[Place of Birth] Columbia
[Date of Birth] Sep 1
[Race] Liberi
[Height] 187cm
[Infection Status]
Originium crystals distributed across surface of body, confirmed Infected by medical examination.
[Physical Strength] Normal
[Mobility] Standard
[Physical Resilience] Standard
[Tactical Acumen] Excellent
[Combat Skill] Standard
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Excellent
Operator Passenger was born in Columbia. He graduated at age thirteen with exceptional marks, at which point he was recruited by Professor Thorne to work as a research assistant in his study of applied Originium engineering and began a course of study at the Blaine Formative Technologies Research Institute. A project took him to Sargon nearly twenty years ago, at which point he disappeared. Eventually, he came into contact with Rhodes Island, operating around the black market in the Ibut region. He arrived as an Infected seeking treatment, and has since been brought into active service as an operator for the Engineering Department.
Imaging tests show the indistinct outlines of internal organs, obscured by abnormal shadows. Originium granules detected in the circulatory system. The subject is confirmed to be infected with Oripathy.

[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 7%
The operator's forehead shows some crystal distribution. The actual infection may be more severe than expected due to the location of the Originium crystals.

[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.29u/L
Operator Passenger spent considerable time in a harsh environment working with Originium machinery without proper safety or infection response measures. The outlook of his disease is not optimistic.

A thorough examination revealed no clear complications, but we're not out of the woods yet. That formation on the operator's forehead leaves me worried that Passenger's condition could suddenly and rapidly deteriorate at some point. I hope he'll actively cooperate with our course of treatment to prevent the worst from happening. —Medic Operator
The Engineering Department reverse-engineered the various self-propelled machines Passenger brought with him, to eye-opening results.
For several reasons, Passenger was unable to get the cutting-edge Columbian lab materials he needed in Sargon, so his Arts Unit is extremely primitive. Even so, he was still able to independently develop an effective mechanical device, realizing a variety of self-propelled weapons with impressive energy output.
When asked about his technology, Passenger does not shy away from the topic. It is a prototype from some experimental excavation in Columbia, which researchers believe has to do with ancient Sarkaz witchcraft. They appear to have used a rare form of Arts to enrich Originium, with several enriched crystals marking the perimeter. A Columbian institute involved in the project anticipated a breakthrough to a whole new energy source and went to work quickly. Passenger did not reveal what happened next.
But it is worth noting that many engineering operators like to give names and other personifying features to their creations, while others distinguish them with numerical designations. But this operator does not so treat his machinery. His usage borders on the wasteful, scrapping them without hesitation after a single test. Does he have no heart?
Operator Passenger's performance at Rhodes Island has been more than satisfactory.
Naturally, this is a good thing! Some operators are known to make trouble!
But Passenger's history as the 'Sand Soldier' of Sargon, while seemingly only the leader of a little black market operation, of which there are many in Sargon, has proven quite valuable. He has the skills, as well as the wealth, and brought with him a stable source of supplies and mercenary, Messenger, and caravan contacts, legal and otherwise, in the Ibut region.
This too, is good. But he's provided this all essentially free of charge! Free! Do you know what that means? It's unsettling!
The engineering operators say he's nothing near a ferociously dedicated machinist, even with incredible technical skill... Not only that, but he has little interest in the plight of the Infected. His room is suspiciously immaculate, neat to the point that he may have some pathology. Likewise, he has a tendency to tinker with parts of the room, scattering metal shavings across the floor. Baffling.
By the way, the only device he ever named was a special energy charging device he calls 'Thorne.'
Oh, I'm babbling on again, forgive me for this potentially rude question...
What is it this man cares for? What does he live for?
Passenger.
It's almost a parody of a name one might give oneself. But the truth is it, he does not know where he is going, he is just along for the ride.
He has openly admitted his involvement in several horrific murders in Sargon, having spent twenty years there on a quest for revenge.
Granted, revenge is not a particularly rare motivation. But this Elliot, a young research assistant of Columbian origin, spent decades transforming himself into a man of Sargon. He has cultivated contacts, wealth, and power in the Ibut region. His unique black market brought local nobles and foreign businessmen alike into his orbit. And after getting his revenge, all that he built over twenty years, he simply discarded.
A black marketeer, starting as a lowly assistant, rose to prominence, and gave it all up in an instant. He could have lived like the Lord Ameer of Ibut after getting his revenge. This has some in HR worried about Elliot's intentions after changing his name and coming to Rhodes Island.
When pressed on this point, Elliot, Operator Passenger himself, shot a hole through our doubts. He stared at the black coffee in his hand for a moment before giving his answer:
'I hate Sargon. I hate the sand. I hate everything about it. And I always have.'
Doctor, Kal'tsit, Sesa.
Since his arrival at Rhodes Island, only these three individuals seem to have caught his attention.
Admittedly, he is polite and meticulous in his work. But after meeting a target from the Engineering Department or returning victorious from a mission, there is no emotional change in his eyes at all.
He does not keep secrets, except for the most crucial ones. He describes his experiences and current situation clearly and concisely to anyone who asks, as if he has the speech memorized. Not everyone can face his past with such an attitude. After the fire that brought his revenge to completion, he felt relief, but what was to come next? Where does he go after leaving behind the golden sands of Sargon?
Passenger once described Dr. Kal'tsit as his savior. Though I never saw a hint of gratitude in his trademark smile as he said it. He clearly trusts Dr. Kal'tsit on some level, and if Kal'tsit never said another word about how they met in Sargon, he would never share anything personal about her.
As for Sesa, Passenger is dangerously concerned with Sesa. Only a very few people, including the Doctor, know that Sesa is investigating a certain Columbian military contractor. Unfortunately, Sesa's 'incomplete revenge' fits all the elements of Passenger's attention. He is even eager to help Sesa piece together the truth. If it were not for the limitations placed on Rhodes Island Operators, it is hard to imagine what Sesa and Passenger might be able to exact on that Columbian corporation.
The main reason why Passenger has not acted more rashly thus far is the Doctor. No matter what his feelings toward the Doctor may be, his primary interest seems to be in actions and accomplishments. He may feel some kinship with the Doctor over their unique life experiences, or he may find comfort in having a commander to give him orders and direction. Either way, we will watch this development carefully.
As he said, he left Columbia, he left Sargon, and now he is at Rhodes Island. Wherever he is in the world, he is but a passenger—an outsider, along for the ride.
I was only a stone's throw from death. Kal'tsit gave me this opportunity, Old Isin gave me this power. I had my revenge on those who tried to control my destiny. I won. I spent countless hours and exhausted countless prospects. I took back control by annihilating fate.
Now, it is time for me to make my break with the past. But what do I do next? Where do I go?
Doctor, I hope you can tell me, on Kal'tsit's behalf. How much time do I have left before Oripathy takes me? How can I use this time to make my death mean something?
You are my commander now.
I am at your disposal.
HP
1558
ATK
774
DEF
130
RES
20
Cost
33
ATK Interval
2.3 sec
Block
1
Redeploy
70 sec

Talents

  • Mechanism Analysis
    When attacking enemies with 80% or more HP, Passenger will deal 20% increased damage to them for 3 seconds
  • Lone Soldier
    When there are no enemies in the surrounding 4 tiles, ATK +8%

Skills

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  • Touch of Static
    Auto RecoveryAuto Activation
    SP Cost
    5
    Increases the ATK of the next attack to 250%; The attack will jump between at most 4 enemies and the duration of the Slow is increased to 1.5 seconds
    pasngr_s_1.atk_scale
    2.5
    pasngr_s_1.sluggish
    1.5
    pasngr_s_1.max_target
    4
  • Focus Command
    Auto RecoveryManual Activation
    Initial SP
    20
    SP Cost
    40
    Duration
    35 sec
    Attack Range +1 tile, ATK +30%, Attack Interval decreases moderately. Increase the maximum number of jumps to 5
    base_attack_time
    -0.5
    ability_range_forward_extend
    1
    atk
    0.3
    attack@max_target
    5
  • Glorious Shards
    Auto RecoveryManual Activation
    SP Cost
    30
    Immediately generates a lightning storm centered on the target with the highest HP within a wide range, lasting for 4 seconds; Deals an additional attack equal to 150% ATK to a random enemy within the lightning storm every 0.5 seconds; Can store 2 charges
    atk_scale
    1.5
    duration
    4
    ct
    2
    projectile_delay_time
    4
    interval
    0.5
    chain.max_target
    4
    sluggish
    0.5

Modules

  • ORIGINAL
    Passenger's Badge
    Operator Passenger has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for controlling apparatus to attack multiple enemies in series.
    The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
    This operator shall be appointed a Caster Operator during field operations to exercise Chain Caster responsibilities.
    In witness whereof,
    This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
  • CHA-X
    Electromagnetic Regulator
    StageStatsUpgrade Description
    1
    • ATK +65
    • ASPD +5
    Chain Caster Trait
    Attacks deal Arts damage and jump between 4 enemies. Each jump deals 10% less damage and inflicts a short Slow
    2
    • ATK +80
    • ASPD +5
    Lone Soldier
    When there are no enemies in the surrounding 4 tiles, ATK +8% and own SP recovery rate +0.15/second
    3
    • ATK +90
    • ASPD +5
    Lone Soldier
    When there are no enemies in the surrounding 4 tiles, ATK +8% and own SP recovery rate +0.25/second
    'Water...'
    Trudging endlessly through the sandstorm, gone a full day without water, my body has slowly begun to lose the strength to stand.
    Kal'tsit hasn't a water bottle, instead coldly telling me to 'hold on for a little longer,' soon after continuing on her own brisk way ahead.
    How long have we spent slogging through these winds? Three hours? Five? The golden sands rush through my clothes, tempest throwing the dust against my face, without reprieve, so rough against my eyes I have to keep them shut. But we can't stop yet—the Sarkaz mercenaries behind us are still fast on our tail—they're trained and tireless—even a sandstorm couldn't hold their march back.
    And the water... might have been drunk dry long ago.
    I've heard traditions that in the desert, filling empty canteens with sand can give people hope, but right now, I've drunk enough sand. Water—I just want one gulp of water. Even if it costs every coin of mine in exchange, I would do it.
    But in these wilds, the shine of metal has no meaning at all.
    Clutching this silver case tight, I grit my teeth and keep striding.
    My ears are battered with mournful screams. Like the deceased are howling, and ghosts are calling. Maybe Professor Thorne is among them, calling my name?
    But I can't quite make it out.
    How long has my brain spent filled with these noises now? Three minutes? Three hours? Or three years?
    The dust has blocked the sky out, day and night all the same now, time practically stood still, and only the people seeking to survive through all this still endure through this welter of punishment.
    I just wanted to research, I just wanted to offer my strength to the furtherment of science. I didn't want this—desiccating away in this sea of sands—not like this.
    My head aches and swells and stings, my body seemingly gone long without any sense. Am I walking, or am I watching this body named Elliot squirm?
    No... thinking too has become too much to ask. Only one thing wanders in my head, a single order: move.
    Move... move... move...
    ...but the desert is limitless.
    'Elliot, open your mouth.'
    Open my mouth?
    I subconsciously slacken my muscles, let my lips and teeth reveal the channel to my oral cavity.
    A fruit coated in sand and soil lands in my mouth.
    Acrid? And sweet? Oh, it's water. It's water.
    It's water.
    ......
    Since when, I don't know, but there's no more wind at my ears, the land has returned to peace, and there's only sun, sand, and two earthly humans walking through the dunes.
    ......
    I gaze off far. Beyond the yellow dust, is still more yellow dust.
    No end is in sight, just like technical documentation scattered all across the ground to be trodden by wet leather shoes, no longer able to be reassembled, nor made sense of.
    In anger, I kick at the sand, and watch it tumble and slide down the dune, then blend again into the desert, as if nothing ever happened.
    Sand, sand.
    I begin to hate sand for the first time in my entire life.
    'Let's go. We'll be able to replenish supplies very soon.'
    Kal'tsit interrupts my train of thought.
    Um, very soon? How soon can it be?
    And resupply? How much could that be?
    But—Kal'tsit never promises hope to anyone.
    But at least...
    I think I can see a cactus.
  • CHA-Y
    Gold of Crowns
    StageStatsUpgrade Description
    1
    • HP +20
    • ATK +70
    Chain Caster Trait
    Attacks deal Arts damage and jump between 4 enemies. Each jump no longer deals less damage and inflicts a brief Slow
    2
    • HP +40
    • ATK +85
    Mechanism Analysis
    When attacking enemies with 80% or more HP, Passenger will deal 25% increased damage to them for 4 seconds
    3
    • HP +60
    • ATK +100
    Mechanism Analysis
    When attacking enemies with 70% or more HP, Passenger will deal 28% increased damage to them for 4 seconds
    The Reefsteep Black Market, where I was born anew.
    At the end of the western passage, one can see the land and the sky. Once, it was an arms dealer's territory. I worked under him in my first few years in this place. He was a born despot. He left several welts on my back, but I've no hate for him. It was only natural, just as it was only natural that his irate underlings slit his throat in drunkenness, before throwing him from a cliff. I placed my first gold coin in those turncoats' hands, and it was warm to the touch.
    The northern oasis, Reefsteep's border. For a time and an age, the favored turf of the mercenaries. Soldiers were replaced batch by batch, but there was only ever one leader. My biggest customer, and the one who taught me how to taste wine. But that winter, he died. He died in front of my storehouse, his body bruised and battered. He coveted my creations, and died to my precautions. Mercenaries keep no loyalty, and thus I rewarded his subordinates at his funeral. Unfortunately, his life couldn't even buy a decent bottle of wine.
    The southern side, where the towns sit. Messengers and merchants come and go in spades, the value they trade in circulating through the villages. The lords recognize as much, hence why Ibut's lord ameer had such a special fondness for the place. Sargon's unbearably chaotic, barbaric politics never interested me, but I needed the lord's support. The division of powers within the Reefsteep Black Market bored me so much I'm loathe to mention it, but we all had something to say when it came to the lord. I'm surprised that I held such frail relations for so long; a lord that doesn't judge by the cover, perhaps? Out of respect, I didn't personally attend the revolt. But once his family were puppets, I did show up to pay respects to that poor boy—he was akin to Elliot. Akin to me.
    The Reefsteep Black Market's center. An old tomb lies there, an ancient pasha's grave. Every night, Isin carefully wipes his memory under the light of the stars. A long time ago, I exhausted his wealth. And by now, I've repaid him several times over, but he doesn't pay any mind. His age looms by the day, and aside from a few errant, insignificant questions, we never even speak.
    That day, Old Isin asked me why others call me 'Sand Soldier.'
    'Sand Soldier.'
    The meaninglessness of a grain of sand. The pathetic fate of a pawn. The term is filled with significance I abhor.
    Hence why I gladly accepted it. As a price paid in advance, for the impossible trial to follow. The Reefsteep Black Market had its towns, and they were fuel ready for the fire.
    I waited for the lord ameer of Ibut to come. If I could, I would have burned even the golden sands to nothing.
    And in the final moment before I set the flame alight—
    —what came to mind was the afternoon a young Elliot Glover was taken to tour an institute of science, where he sees a new model of Originium engine ignite and combust, upon which a tremendous machine stirs to life. He's always remembered how much that moved him.
    I've always remembered.

RIIC Base Skills

  • Electromagnetic Charge α
    When this Operator is assigned to a Power Plant, increases the drone recovery rate by +10%
    Energy Gathering
    When this Operator is assigned to a Power Plant, increases the drone recovery rate by +15%
  • Automation α
    When this Operator is assigned to a Factory, the productivity contributed by all other Operators in that Factory becomes 0 (excluding productivity granted based on facility count), but each Power Plant increases that Factory's productivity by +5%