Talk:Dark Elf/@comment-31441261-20170305192046/@comment-30700719-20170305201644

Close. A chemical reaction sets off in my body, covering me in flames, fatally injuring me. A cloning machine on board the Trieste activates, and two hours later, I'm alive and ready to fight. Upon death, the electrical neural patterns of my brain are scanned and sent to the cloning machine. This means, from my perspective, I'm stuck in an unfriendly scenario, then experience the pain of buring to death, then suddenly wake up, safe and sound. The boffins had to train us for weeks before we got used to it. I still miss my fellow Rauser pilots.