Online Helper: Rf

Three nods. One from each race.

The surface of Novus, near the border of the Cora and Bellato territories. The Holy Alliance’s crystalline spires glow faintly in the distance, while the Accretian Empire’s mining fortresses scar the horizon. rf online helper

Kaelen sighed and checked his railgun. “Non-combat” in RF Online usually meant someone had run out of battery cores, gotten their MAU stuck in a crevice, or—worst of all—wandered into a neutral zone being contested by all three races. Three nods

He mounted his hoverbike and sped across the rust-colored plains. The air tasted of ozone and refined ore. Halfway there, his sensors picked up two other signatures converging on the same coordinates: a sleek Cora skiff and a heavy Accretian logistics walker. The Holy Alliance’s crystalline spires glow faintly in

The Accretian unit turned. “Conclusion: This sector remains contested. But this unit logs an anomaly: assistance received from biologicals. Marking for review.”

The comm unit on Kaelen’s wrist pulsed with a single amber light. Not red—that would mean an immediate recall to base. Not green, which would be supply routing. Amber. A request for a helper .