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Corporate Droning is a location-based challenge in Commander Lilith & the Fight for Sanctuary. There are a total of three ECHO Recorders spread out in Helios Fallen. This challenge is worth 5 Badass Rank.

Location

  • 1st ECHO Recorder
    Hellion Hole. In corner of a small room with a toilet. Underneath where some snipers spawn. [Image] [Map]
  • 2nd ECHO Recorder
    Moonshot Complaints Department. Next to a glass display case with a red claptrap inside. Middle of room. [Image] [Map]
  • 3rd ECHO Recorder
    Maintenance Corridor. Opposite the mission item explosives, on a table surrounded by lockers. [Image] [Map]

Transcripts

  • 1st ECHO Recorder
    Donkey Dante: Helios Hellions never die!
    Hector: Never say never.
    Donkey Dante: (transformation scream)
    Jawbone Joel:
    Donkey Dante got plant-monstered up. Run! Ruuuuuuuuuuuun!
    Hector: Retreat only works if you've got somewhere to run to.
  • 2nd ECHO Recorder
    Hyperion Rep: Moonshot Complaint Department. If we missed a moonshot, let's land you among the stars. How can I help today?
    Hyperion Customer: Hi. Yeah. I ordered a new IMP Loader to shrink down my collection of porcelain pickles? I just wanted to... get them real small. Anyway, your stupid moonshot delivery leveled my whole freakin' house!
    Hyperion Rep: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, sir.
    Hyperion Customer: Sorry? Those pickles were irreplaceable! Plus, you know, my house! Now I have to crash at my buddy Connor's place while I wait for my insurance to sort through this whole mess.
    Hyperion Rep: Mhmm. Mhmm. Mhmm. Mhmm. Was that Connor Daniels, coordinates 33 by minus 93 in the Rust Commons?
    Hyperion Customer: Uh, yeah? Why?
    Hyperion Rep: Annnnd lunch break.
  • 3rd ECHO Recorder
    Hyperion: This is Doman Swinkums, tasked with counter-intelligence gathering on Vladof's Ursa Corps. And in my very official option: holy shit, these people are badasses. A shock troop of Iron Bear mechs cleared out an entire continent of Tediore troops on Sercannus-3 in a matter of days. Days! Our guys wouldn't stand a chance against them if the corporate wars reignited. So, in conclusion: the Ursa Corps is not screwing around. Okay... now how do I turn this into a twenty page report with many, many obfuscating euphemisms so Jack doesn't shoot my ass into space?

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