conversations.from: system
conversations.value: There are fortunes to be made prospecting the asteroids. You've heard the rumors: hundred-ton chunks of platinum, uranium ore so pure it melts your cargo hold; derelicts, war torn Sword Worlder hulks, hollow asteroids filled with forgotten Darrian tech. It is all free for the taking. All you need is a ship, a sharp eye on the sensors, and a good crew.
  
  Sure, it's dangerous. Zero Gravity and hard vacuum won't forgive your mistakes. Rescue is millions of kilometers away at best. You know that other Belters have searched all their lives and never made a strike. You know its there though. You can feel it. 
  
  The Bowman system is one of the most extensive asteroid belts in the Spinward Marches, 360 million kilometers from rim to rim, its planetoids ranging from sand grains to the 1200-kilometer bulk of Koieng's rock. Composition shades from nickel-iron alloy on the hot inner edge to the carbonaceous wasted towards the cold rim. Population: a few million belters making a precarious living on the fringes of civilization and the thousands of upperclass parasites running the machines of oppression that siphon the wealth away from its laborers.
  
  The Cold Reserves: A common practice in working class and outlaw ships is to keep redundant or very specialized crew in low berth (cryo sleep) until needed. Add another handful of low berth pods for the crew, and allowing the ship's AI to handle the routine navigation between Glisten and Bowman, made for a significant savings in life support costs. 
  
  Still the Free Fall’s trip from Imperium space to the Bowman Belt was a long one. Bowman is 7 cycles (10 weeks) from Glisten by jump-2. The ship had a hold full of low berthed (in Cryo) passengers, medical supplies, and processed heavy metals bound for various parts of Bowman. 
  
  THE STORY SO FAR:
  
  Upon waking the crew found themselves facing a Trojan horse mutiny. A handful of the indentured passengers in Low Berth storage were actually trained mercs sleeper agents intent on taking the Free Fall  from its crew. 
  
  In the ensuing confusion of forced revivals from the cold reserves a member of the ship's crew is lost. Marshaling themselves, and the most able of those low berthed passengers not caught up in the plot, our intrepid Travellers put down the mutiny. 
  
  The bereft crew of spacers and intended indentured servants learn of the Merc's intended rendezvous with privateers beholden to the Megacorp they were all 'hired' by. It the time allowed them between breakout into the Bowman system and the intended rendezvous our intrepid hero's manage to set and an ambush.
  
  Upon breakout into the Bowman system The Free Fall is ordered to hove to and be boarded by a megacorp privateer. Luckily, the privateer was expecting to meet the mutineers and so were unprepared for the ship's forewarned crew. The boarding party is caught off guard and, though they give a hell of a fight, the privateers are defeated and spaced without ceremony. Though not without loss our intrepid crew loses their engineer.
  
   The Merc Captain, leader of the cold reserve mutineers is kept as a prisoner and placed in low berth cryo-storage. Wo be used later as evidence, eye witness, prime suspect suspect. Whichever becomes most useful in exposing the conspiracy that damaged their ship and killed our intrepid crew's engineer.    
  
  The megacorp privateer ship is given to the surviving cold reserve reinforcements. It is rechristened the Blithe Madame. A clone of the Free Fall's operations AI is installed and it is quickly off to distant Sword Worlder suns. Its injured and now outlaw crew hoping to receive something other than frontier medicine while staying far from the reach of Imperium megacorp corruption. 
  
  Unsure of what to do, wrestling with a damaged ship and the uncomfortable knowledge that the local megacorp is gunning for them; our intrepid crew goes dark and limps in toward the local gas giant, Bowman Prime. 
  
  Once there they attempt a wilderness refueling from the planet's hydrogen oceans. The fauna of the Jovian atmospheres prove to be too much for our adventurers and their wounded ship. If not for the serendipitous intervention of an independent Gas Miner the Free Fall would have been lost with all hands.
  
  A much needed respite is taken within the hanger bay of the helpful gas mining station. The pressure of the crew's bad luck leads to interpersonal crisis and infighting. The Free Fall operational AI is overwhelmed and asks to leave the ship. 'She' is copied onto the mining platform computing substrate and an edited version is tasked with running the Free Fall's Operations from here on forward. 
  
  New friends, repairs and reparations are made. The rescuing Gas Miner is so taken with our intrepid crew, mostly with their heroic Captain, that she joins their ranks as the ship's new engineer. She leaves her Son's family to tend the Gas Mining Station in her absence. Together they turn the Free Fall towards Bowman Prime's nearest moon and it's venerable Imperium outpost, Garrison.  
  
  The labyrinthine bureaucratic mess they encounter upon reaching Garrison is complicated by a intimidating encounter with the local colonial cruiser class ship, The Apishal. Never fear though, the red tape and intimidation tactics are adroitly navigated by the Free Fall's second in command and our intrepid crew makes moonfall safely.
  
  Similarly the legal and financial minefield that greetes them, due to being at odds with the local megacorp, proves to be no match for our Traveller's wiles. They emerge poor of credits but manage to secure damning evidence of the conspiracy that greeted them upon breakout into the Bowman system. 
  
  Suddenly our beloved adventurers find themselves standing tall and invited to dine with the local Aristocrat; The Comptroller of Bowman system himself, himself. The Travellers gussy up a bit (it's not everyday our intrepid crew gets to dine with the Imperial Envoy of an entire star system) and prepare for a classier approach.  
  
  What starts as a well heeled affair of garden strolling, parlor games and a full 'soups to nuts' dinner spread quickly turns into a brawl that'd put any belter saloon to shame. The command crew of The Apishal sat amongst the guests at the Comptroller's table and the subject of the warship's intimidation tactics sparked animosity. Bullets fly, blood is let and our fearless crew manages to make an enemy of The Apishal's Vargr Captain. Thankfully, when the shock settles in, its fairly obvious that the crew of the FFL is the victim here. That should count for something. Right?
  
  Surprisingly it does. While in the throes of the chaos, that was supposed to be the desert course, the Comptroller saw something he admired in our stalwart adventurers. They certainly had a part to play in the in causing the kerfuffle but when push came to shove the FFL crew's masterful defusing of the situation impressed the Comptroller. He saw in our beloved Traveller's a scrappy potential for getting a job done. Like any good aristocrat he quickly moved to put this potential to work in his interest.
  
  The Comptroller dismisses the aggrieved Captain of the Apishal and takes our crew into his confidence. He is, of course, deep in a game of dominance with the local megacorp and its lap dog The Apishal. Our intrepid crew shares their evidence of conspiracy against them: the Merc meat popsicle in their cryo pod and the damning communications they discovered upon moonfall. The Comptroller suggests they help one another.
  
  His 'help' comes in the form of employment and its implied protections. The employment is a contract to transport a favorite Academician from Garrison to a distant research outpost on Bowman Prime's farthest moon, Epsilon. Once there he promises another contract opportunity. One that will allow our intrepid Travellers to move deeper into Bowman Belt under the mantel of his protection. 
  
  The FFL breaks orbit from Prime's nearest moon and makes way towards it farthest moon Epsilon. There, to entangle themselves in some Darrian archeology drama. On the way they discover that The Apishal lies in ambush in hopes of capturing our intrepid crew in route. Fore armed is fore warned and instead of an economical loop around Prime as their flight plan called for the crew decides to go full burn for Epsilon and thus avoiding the trap. 
  
  The Comptroller seems oddly delighted to learn of The Apishal's active interest and promises to take further steps to protect our beloved Travellers and the evidence they carry on the Free Fall. He sends for the nearest Imperium Marshall to come and investigate the situation. The nearest Marshall is two cycles of interstellar space travel away but is on hir way to bring the weight of the Imperium's judiciary oversight to bear on the problem of the corrupt Megacorp. 
  
  The welcome the crew receives upon docking at the Research station on Epsilon is warm and invigorating. Aristocratic patronage has its perks. Unfortunately the Academicians staffing this remote station prove that the old spacer's adage warning "to avoid another's gravity well" a good one. Romantic entanglements vie with institutional bureaucracy to entrap, ensnare and injure our errant adventurers. 
  
  To top it off, it seems that a psionicly afflicted predator has claimed this outpost as his hunting grounds. Our crew's Security Chief, mildly afflicted himself, sniffs out and tracks this monster. While the rest of the crew prepare for the next leg of the trip. The Chief confronts the Psionic monster and losses his life to it. In so doing he manages to exposed the wolf among the academic fold.
  
  In a dramatic confrontation, just before liftoff, the crew of the Free Fall Lass pushes the Afflicted man to show his predatory nature. They finally break the hold of Epsilon's gravity. They leave the body of their former Security Chief behind but taking satisfaction in watching Epsilon security take mortal vengeance on the monster responsible.
  
  Bereft but free again, our intrepid spacer crew finally makes it way deeper into the carbonaceous wastes of the Bowman system. Specifically they make speed for points spinward in Bowman Prime's leading Lagrange field. 
  
  On the way the system's news feeds are rocked by a interstellar trader's distress call. Luckily other ships are closer to the distressed vessel so the Free Fall can be about its business. Notably The Apishal, being the Imperium Law force projection in Bowman, is compelled to investigate. Once again the crew of the Free Fall Lass breathes deep knowing that they have been, by providence, spared the full attention of the warship and its wolfish Captain.
  
  Thinking discretion the better part of valor our intrepid spacers make a clandestine rendezvous with the Comptroller's personal Yacht the Rockhopper. The plan is to store the Free Fall Lass in the hanger bay of the nearby Imperium Scout Service (ISS) Command post. While the crew finishes their contract with the Comptroller in his personal ship. 
  
  The transfer of cargo and crew is done under the cover of an obscure heliocentric cloud of asteroids; in the hopes that it be executed unbeknownst to their pursuers. Unfortunately the risk associated with hiding in such a densely packed cloud of interplanetary flotsam proves injurious. Both ships take damage. The Intrepid Free Fall takes the brunt of the battering as it defends the Rockhopper from the unexpected bolide swarm...
  
  Notably, in the chaos, a Academician is almost lost to the unforgiving vacuum. Fortunately vac-suit discipline and heroic extra vehicular action saves the day. Our crew is spared the trauma of another life sacrificed to the big hoover in the sky.
  
  After the Free Fall Lass and the Rockhopper part ways it is discovered the Ship's Doctor and the Ship's Mascot are not on the Rockhopper with the rest of the crew. It seems they stowed away on the Free Fall. 
  
  Instead of letting the beleaguered little ship make its way to safe harbor for repair, the renegade doctor, in cahoots with the Free Fall's operational AI, abscond with it to rescue a ghost from the doctor's past.
  
  Remember that minor and distant drama unfolding in the neighboring Asteroid Belt while all this went on? That distress call. Against the insistence of their idealistic passengers the pragmatic crew decided to decline receipt of the distress call and stay their course. 
  
  As the Free Fall nears it's meeting with the smuggler ship carrying the Doctor's long lost friend... As the Rockhopper approaches the Challenges of making rockfall upon their destination, Jarlson's Doom...  News is received about the distressed trader ship and its would be saviors. A local ice scow that followed the cry of help to it's source ran afoul of a trap of some sort.  It was utterly destroyed. 50 Belter souls and millions of tons of water ice destined for the thirsty asteroid belt were lost. The passengers aboard the Rock hopper are aghast at the news. The crew are... Well there is a reason they chose to look the other way.
  
  A Belter clan-raft (a hodgepodge of dozens of low tech Belter craft carrying hundreds of souls) is encountered vectoring lazily away from the dangerous orbits of Jarlson's Doom. At first the Belters hardly deign to acknowledge the Rockhopper. Once they discover who is crewing the ship though their tone changes. Sarcastic disregard becomes an intense exchange full of the locals odd religiosity. They practically insist that the Rockhopper accept their offering of a guide. They do this in order to help the Rockhopper make what is sure to be a legendary attempt to navigate the swarm of asteroids, debris and derelict sentries that orbit Jarlson's doom and  share in the Rockhopper Crew's notoriety. 
  
        
  
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  This is a Storium adaption of a Classic Traveller adventure. You do not need to know Traveller this game. Familiarity with the Traveller Universe is a plus but also not necessary to enjoy this gritty space opera romp. All right reserved by Game Designers' Workshop & Far Future Enterprises.
  
  Notes on play: 
  
  
  Exit Strategy: Should you find that you are not enjoying your time here on the Free Fall please follow these suggestions and most of the normal separation anxiety should be avoidable. Space and space travel is harsh and unforgiving. Those who adventure there know that when the time comes it'll be quick and merciless. Simply write into your next move your character's sudden and tragic death. Once your swan song is published please take a day or so to say your goodbyes in the sidebar and then I will retire your character. As simple as that. No explanations needed. No exit surveys required. The other players might ask why but don't feel compelled to answer. Follow theses simple steps, be nice, and no grudges will be held.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Family affections seem to clash with the rapidly compressing tension in the Free Fall Lady's shipboard atmosphere. These folks are happy to see one another though, happy to have a chance to stick it to the Megacorp and they are not shy of expressing themselves. 
  
  Who are Bea &/or Mat Gilson. What do you in common or against them? Would you trust them to hold the line in a strategic retreat? Why? 
conversations.prefix: Captain Gilson's Family :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Use this card to address a challenge by referencing a My crew, My Family, My Life moment in the crews past meaning before play started. It has to relate, at least tangentially to a means of addressing the challenge. 
conversations.prefix: Endearing Flashback (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Antiques in their own right these weapons were a gift for service well rendered when Belle left the Darrian Imperial Alliance Detatchment.
  
  The ammo is easy enough to find. The blocks of tempered silicon are used throughout the known galaxy for any number of industrial purposes.
  
  projects a constant millimeter wide stream of tempered cut glass that will only polish ferroceramics but will literally carve through anything less like a laser through butter. 
conversations.prefix: Darrian Glazers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Far be it from Herr Doktor Wyden to overlook the utility of his augments in a gun fight.
  
  The weapon of choice aboard the Free Fall Lady is the Zero-Recoil Accelerator Rifle. The miniature missiles this weapon fires come in many  variations.
  
  The Guided Gyrojet is a sophisticated in flight maneuverable munition that benefits from tandem, real time optical targeting systems. One on the round itself and one with the operator, or in the operator's reconstructed cybernetic eyes as the case may be. 
conversations.prefix: Guided Gyrojet Munitions:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  This particular rifle suffered an irrecoverable jam in its secondary clip feed. It's primary clip feed still works well enough.
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Onesie" (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  This particular rifle is oriented for a left handed shooter Or as one of a pair. With a right handed oriented twin in the shooters main/off hand. This allows for mad Leroy Jenkins type charges into the fray. When appropriate .
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Lefty" (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  "Red" served in an earlier incarnation as a training rifle. As such its chassis is finished in red drab rather than gun metal grey. What? It was a bargain. 
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Red" (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  This particular rifle has had its barrel sheared off in some earlier action. Good thing gyrojet munitions don't rely on the rifles barrel for accuracy or propellent compression.  
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Snubbs" (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. 
  
  It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Oh, and there is only one per regular FFL crew member. The conscripts are S.O.L as they say.
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Oh, and there is only one per regular FFL crew member. The conscripts are S.O.L as they say.
  
  This particular suit "Patches" belonged to Captain Rydell Senior. He got it from one of Cassidy's great uncles on his mother's side and it was long in the tooth then. It's functional, but only someone who has checked and double checked it for for his entire career as a spacer will believe it.
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) "Patches"  (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Oh, and there is only one per regular FFL crew member. The conscripts are S.O.L as they say.
  
  "Crispy" is actually the newest addition to the compliment of FFL  hardened Vac-Suits. Its an Spectrum Aeronautical design. In addition to its hardened attributes it is  rated for extreme high temp work. It's basic design is sound but it's cosmetics left something to be desired as they've all burned away in the couple times its been used for that purpose.  
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) "Crispy" (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You like things up close and personal. Weather it be with a cutlas and kevlar or the man portable fusion cannon and mechanized combat armor, you specialize in protecting your ship from boarders and dishing out the same when another ship has what your crew wants.
conversations.prefix: The Marine :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The comms cavaliers for the coming ships action. They have become thick as thieves on the bridge since they agreed, separately, to join the fight. Pouring over the FFL's comms suite and making plans seems to be the focus...
  
  You've got leverage on Nadine, right? Who is Chu? Other than an androgynous little hack who was sloppy enough to get caught. It's hard to see them so tight and not become a little concerned. What questions do you ask them? What do you do to ease your fears? 
conversations.prefix: Chu Wen & Nadine Yggdra :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Captain her self or her crew are hard to miss. Obviously willing to back up their Captain, who are these spacers? What do you have in common or against them. Do you trust them to hold a defensive corridor position beside you? Why?
conversations.prefix: Captain Winter's Crew:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got at least ten Belters, Logistics wonks, and a dandy of a dilettante in the Cold Reserves. 
  
  Who are they? are any of them possessing of skills and gumption enough to be useful in the planned aggressive negotiations?  
conversations.prefix: Wheat from the Chaff   (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This is the largest standing army you've had to arm yet. An ambush, and a boarding action. Who gets what toys? How are you intending that they use them? Maybe there is time for a drill or two?
conversations.prefix: The Ship's Armory :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The atmo scrubbers are pushed beyond capacity. Is there really that little potable water left? Caffeine, sweetener, savory all depleted. How much Nutripaste is left? If we vent the sewage we can't reclaim the water if we don't the fresher is threatening to back up. There are just too many bodies for the FFL.
  
  Awl-right genius, we just need a couple more hours, assuming things go to plan. What are you doing to keep these sardines alive in the meantime.
conversations.prefix: Life support! :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This tired old boat has seen you and your crew through better days. While technically space worthy she won't be winning any awards anytime soon, but hey she is yours, your share of her anyway.
conversations.prefix: Beat up Type-S. :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: XO of LSP Currier, Type-S, #271-18.
  
  In her fifties, shorter than most, hefty with awful teeth and dirty blonde shoulder length hair now matted down with the blood of a nasty scalp wound.
  
  Ishagu took her weapons but she is far from helpless. She still has her gravbelt on and this is still, arguably, her ship. 
conversations.prefix: Rella Furlow  (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: ..of Bowman Prime. This gossamer ring system is composed primarily of frozen gases, with a rare nickel-iron chunk mixed in here and there. 
  
  Bifrost, an independently run skyplex located at the outer edge of Bowman Prime's ring system, serves as a base for ice mining operations in the rings. Bifrost operates  a mass driver for shipping  collected resources for sale at Garrison.
conversations.prefix: The Rings  (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It comes off the corpse easy enough if you don't mind a little gore. Putting it on again is a chore that needs more time than you have to do properly.
  
  Still, it better than nothing. 
  
  It does not fit over a vac-suit.
conversations.prefix: Ill Fitting Body Armor :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It comes off the corpse easy enough if you don't mind a little gore. Mainly just blood and brains about the neck hole. Putting it on is a chore that needs more time than you have to do properly.
  
  Still, it better than nothing. It does not fit over a vac-suit.
conversations.prefix: Ill Fitting Body Armor  #2 (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Set the timer, remove the wrapper, throw it where you want it to stick. Blind and deafen your enemies. What could go wrong?
conversations.prefix: Sticktight Flashbang:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The hold full of Medical supplies is not going to sell itself. 
  
  The Broker back in Glisten promised a 450,000 credit return with a 50,000 bonus for making port at Garrison no later than 80 Kiloseconds after Breaking out into the Bowman System.
conversations.prefix: Garrison - Sales Contract :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 15 hopeful young Indents  in Low berth pods in the hold. The LSP broker back in Glisten paid you 30,000 credits to load them with another 70,000 promised for making the delivery within 40 K-sec (10 hours) of breaking out into Bowman space.
conversations.prefix: LSP HR Transport Contract:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Play this in moves designed to draw the bonds of a close knit ships crew even tighter. Consider it a special strength allowing you to write for your crew-mates allowing them to be mighty when your character is in dire need.
  
  "99 problems but relying on your crew is not one. This is far from the first time you all have shipped out together. You've successfully weeded out the disruptive elements and have proven time and again that when the chips are down you make a solid team."
conversations.prefix: My crew, My family, My Life.  (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Use this card to address a challenge by referencing a My crew, My Family, My Life moment in your shared past. It has to relate, at least tangentially, to a means of addressing the challenge and allows you to pull on your fellow crew members strengths and weaknesses where yours are not sufficient. 
conversations.prefix: Endearing Flashback:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Use this card to address a challenge by referencing a My crew, My Family, My Life moment in the crews past meaning before play started. It has to relate, at least tangentially to a means of addressing the challenge. Consider this a weak, wild strength card.
conversations.prefix: Endearing Flashback (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "Koenig Rock, in the heart of the Bowman Belt, has a rep for being a dicey place to do business. It's pretty far from the civilizing influences of both the Imperial Scout Service base on Garrison and the LSP strong arms in Bowman Prime's Leading Legrange point.
  
  But if you can get these three tons of Processed Heavy Metals to a bloke named Starchy, with out the Imps or Corporate Drones being the wiser, then he will triple the 20,000 Imperial credits I have hear for you.
  
  How do you find him? Oh don't worry Just spend a diurn in the rock and it'll find you."
conversations.prefix: Koenig Rock Contact (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is nothing quite so unpleasant as waking up from a stint in a low berth pod. Ritual, exercise, prayer, meditation, drugs, are all purported to help. How do you go about dealing with the shakes and aches? 
conversations.prefix: Dern's Recovery from Low Berth Cryo :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Zzzt... Pop! The jump manifold still smells of ozone and carbon. You know, in that bad way. 
  
  
conversations.prefix: It's a nothing part till you aint got one. (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is nothing quite so unpleasant as waking up from stint in a low berth pod. This is exacerbated when you are immediately forced to tend to an injured and possibly dying crew mate. Ritual, exercise, prayer, meditation, drugs, are all purported to help but who has time for that crap. How do you go about dealing with the shakes and aches while saving a crew mates life? 
conversations.prefix: Waking Doc Sol from Low Berth Cryo:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A captain and a mechanic find themselves in the engine room.
conversations.prefix: Droyne in Distress :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bifrost needs skilled contractors for limited engagements. Perhaps they can be convinced to bring you on as a headhunter?
conversations.prefix: Bifrost HR Opportunity  (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lady. She has been damaged. You can't shake the feeling that she is trapped in the Free Fall's  hardware. Lost and alone. Her last ship's system access was the NaviComp. 
  
  Navigation is its own problem. Your transport contract (and Doc Sol's) has a time limit term from breakout. Knowing where this will happen is important for planning purposes. The problem is that with the reboot went the entry navigation plots. You reviewed them all once before so you've got the gist of them. Assuming Prat can fix the creeping surges, the breakout will progress in a very deterministic manner. Given that, you should be able to fill in the variables and discover with more or less accuracy where the free fall Lady is going to emerge in relation to the celestial bodies of the Bowman system and how best to go about meeting your obligations once you arrive.
  
conversations.prefix: The Captain: Computers & Software  :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Awoken early due to Low Berth Pod Malfunctions. She has a military medical background but just couldn't stay ahead of her debts to LSP. 
  What do you do with her now. 
conversations.prefix: The Comatose Prisoner: Nadine Yggdra:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Play this in moves designed to draw the bonds of a close knit ships crew even tighter. Consider it a special strength allowing you to write for your crew-mates allowing them to be mighty when your character is in dire need.
  
  "99 problems but relying on your crew is not one. This is far from the first time you all have shipped out together. You've successfully weeded out the disruptive elements and have proven time and again that when the chips are down you make a solid team."
conversations.prefix: My crew, My family, My Life. :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "It's just not right" chirups Pratchett Dern under his breath. "It just doesn't add up..."
  
   
conversations.prefix: Loose ends and deal breakers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: According to the ships SOP if the crew takes casualties or takes on walking passengers and Ishagu is in low berth he is to be brought out to assess any new security needs.  
conversations.prefix: Security Protocols  :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Use this card to address a challenge by referencing a My crew, My Family, My Life moment in the crews past meaning before play started. It has to relate, at least tangentially to a means of addressing the challenge. 
conversations.prefix: Endearing Flashback :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's faint but persistent. Alluring and sweet, warm and rich. Did somebody bake something? How the hell did... There aren't any ovens aboard.... with chocolate! He made it with actual, honest to goodness CHOCOLATE!
  
  Oh look, Belle is awake! 
  
  
conversations.prefix: What is that smell?  :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's faint but persistent. Alluring and sweet, warm and rich. Did somebody bake something... with chocolate! CHOCOLATE!!!
conversations.prefix: What is that smell? :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Awoken early due to Low Berth Pod malfunctions now proven to be the result of carefully timed sabotage. Her cover story as an unfortunate LSP indent with a military medical background has crumbled in the harsh light of Ishagu's interrogation.
  
  She is now comatose and in Doc Wyden's care having forcibly confessed that her goal upon waking from cold sleep nothing short of mutinous.
   
  What do you do with her now? 
conversations.prefix: The Comatose Prisoner: Nadine Yggdra (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Captain is rialed and needs to make sure the entire crew is on board with the changes he has in mind.
  
  <this will most likely be our first opportunity to play with our ship share vote assets. Use them primarily to block consensus and force the discussion to continue based of your characters new information or request.  You don't need to play them. Your characters simply has them at their disposal in they really want to wrest temporary control over any discussion of 'what is the ship going to do now?'  
conversations.prefix: All hands to the bridge! (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Plans are changing fast due   the new information Prat and Ishagu have brought to light. 
  
  Your voting ship share gives you a voice that can't be ignored in these instances. Use them if you need to but only if you feel your voice isn't being given the due it deserves. If things are copacetic Keep this valuable asset for later arguments. 
conversations.prefix: Well that changes the landscape a bit now doesn't it?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Plans are changing fast due   the new information Prat and Ishagu have brought to light. 
  
  Your voting ship share gives you a voice that can't be ignored in these instances. Use them if you need to but only if you feel your voice isn't being given the due it deserves. If things are copacetic Keep this valuable asset for later arguments. 
conversations.prefix: Well that changes the landscape a bit now doesn't it? :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Awoken early due to Low Berth Pod Malfunctions. Ishagu has shown that her backstory is bullshit and that she had mutinous intentions.
  
  Who else among the low berthed Indents were in on the conspiracy? What awaits the FFL upon breakout? How did she intend on relaying news of her success to LSP? She has the answers to all these questions. How do you go about getting them from her? 
conversations.prefix: The Prisoner: Nadine Yggdra (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Play this in moves designed to draw the bonds of a close knit ships crew even tighter. It allows you to write for your crew-mates making them  mighty when your character is in dire need.
  
  "99 problems but relying on your crew is not one. This is far from the first time you all have shipped out together. You've successfully weeded out the disruptive elements and have proven time and again that when the chips are down you make a solid team."
conversations.prefix: My crew, My family, My Life.  :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Use this card to address a challenge by referencing a My crew, My Family, My Life moment in the Fre Fall's past. It has to relate, at least tangentially, to a means of addressing the current challenge. 
conversations.prefix: Endearing Flashback  :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. 
  
  It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Oh, and there is only one per regular FFL crew member. The conscripts are S.O.L as they say.
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  This particular rifle suffered an irrecoverable jam in its secondary clip feed. It's primary clip feed still works well enough.
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Onesie":
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Shaped charges used for getting around locked  ship's hatches. 
conversations.prefix: Bulkhead Popper  :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This tired old boat has seen you and your crew through better days. While technically space worthy she won't be winning any awards anytime soon, but hey she is yours as long as you keep making those mortgage payments, your share of her anyway.
conversations.prefix: Free Fall Lady: A beat up Seeker, Type-S:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You decide where she goes when and how shares are doled out to crew. (Normally 5-10% per participating share  depending on the crew members value and negotiating ability)
conversations.prefix: Controlling Ship Share in the Free Fall Lady:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Now this is a weapon that speaks to those it's drawn against. It speaks of training, command presence and gaping exit wounds.
conversations.prefix: Trusty Side Iron:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Audio and visual, Computer/0 
  
  Cassidy can access the capabilities of his neural comm by thought alone. 
  It enables short-range transmission and reception capabilities. Most technologically advanced worlds and ships  will have data-comm networks allowing the user to send messages and access data anywhere.
  
  Doc needs to take a look at this from time to time to make sure everything remains in working order 
conversations.prefix: Field Expedient Neural Comm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Use this card to address a challenge by referencing a My crew, My Family, My Life moment in the crews past meaning before play started. It has to relate, at least tangentially, to a means of addressing the challenge. 
conversations.prefix: Endearing Flashback :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Captain's store of high grade perishable food stuffs. To be used when the standard spacer's fare of reconstituted and extruded nutripaste just won't do it.
conversations.prefix: Captain's Mess :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In essence a robust sensor and communications suite on a remotely driven spherical grav chassis. 
  
  It's about twice the size of a human head, weighs in at 6o kilograms and is a uniform and weathered brass/dun color. 
  
  It prefers to float at average eye level and move at normal human pace. It can easily reach low orbital altitudes/distances within gravity wells both natural and artificial but cannot operate outside of that range. It can also reach speeds of 300 kilometers an hour in standard atmospheres and starship maneuver 1 speeds in vacuume.
conversations.prefix: Refurbished Eyebot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The ship belongs to the captain. But its obvious that you have a vested interest in what she does and how she does it. It's not like the Captain runs a democracy. It's more like this share gives you the right to disagree publicly and wax argumentative without the fear you'll be spaced for the trouble.
conversations.prefix: Voting Ship Share  (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: "Koenig Rock, in the heart of the Bowman Belt, has a rep for being a dicey place to do business. It's pretty far from the civilizing influences of both the Imperial Scout Service base on Garrison and the LSP strong arms in Bowman Prime's Leading Legrange point.
  
  But if you can get these three tons of Processed Heavy Metals to a bloke named Starchy, with out the Imps or Corporate Drones being the wiser, then he will triple the 20,000 Imperial credits I have hear for you.
  
  How do you find him? Oh don't worry Just spend a diurn in the rock and it'll find you."
conversations.prefix: Koenig Rock Contact:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When exposed to too many fee ranging electrons Pratchett Dern's skin acts as a battery collecting them up to be released at will.
  
  Too much will short Prat out. Just the right amount and Prat can short just about anyone or anything out. 
conversations.prefix: Static Electrical Charge.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
conversations.prefix: Accelerator Rifle (AR):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Whatever this particular suit was used for in it's former incarnations it was #12. It says so right their in big block lettering on the from and back.
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) #12:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The ship belongs to the captain. But its obvious that you have a vested interest in what she does and how she does it. It's not like the Captain runs a democracy. It's more like this share gives you the right to disagree publicly and wax argumentative without the fear you'll be spaced for the trouble.
conversations.prefix: Voting Ship Share :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The ship belongs to the captain but its obvious that you have a vested interest in what she does and how she does it. It's not like the Captain runs a democracy. It's more like this share gives you the right to disagree publicly and wax argumentative without the fear you'll be spaced for the trouble.
conversations.prefix: Voting Ship Share  :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Play this in moves designed to draw the bonds of a close knit ship's crew even tighter. This card allows you to write from your crew-mates strengths or weaknesses, allowing them to be mighty when your character is in dire need or puny when your character needs to play the hero. 
  
  "It's in the crucible of shared ordeal that the unbreakable bonds of one's crew are formed."
  ~anonymous 
conversations.prefix: My crew. My family. My life.   :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  This particular rifle has had its barrel sheared off in some earlier action. Good thing gyrojet munitions don't rely on the rifles barrel for accuracy or propellent compression.  
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Snubbs":
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  All vac suits smell a bit. This one is immediately recognizable for it's particular brand of spacer perfume. That's why it's named "Socks"
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) "Socks":
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You read somewhere once that these were called scattershot or shotgun weapons by the Solomani.
  
  They are simply open spread, glass flechette pistols to more civilized spacers. Brutal to unarmored targets at close range, not a thing civilized about that.
conversations.prefix: Ornate Blunderbuss Flechette Pistols:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Littered throughout the Bowman system are the Flotsam and Jetsam of centuries of Imperial and Sword Worlder conflicts.
  
  Its rumored there are still secret outposts to be found  particularly in the vast leading trojans of Bowman Prime. Wouldn't it be amazing to walk those halls and lay your vacsuited hand on the dusty hulls of tech from that time. Such a find might turn the crew a credit or two as well.   
conversations.prefix: Sword worlder Caches and Hulks :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "It is a presentation piece. Unique." Said the Aslan Salvager who sold you the blade.
  
  An inscription in old Sagamall, the formal language of the Sword Worlders, identifies the original owner as a scout midshipman of the Narsil fleet commanded by Admiral Denisov. 
  
  'Harmgang Jagd Hauptbootsmann -  
  Narsil Farkostnir, Denisov Korvettenkapiten'
  
  If it wasn't for the blades pragmatic functionalism you'd swear it was originally ceremonial in nature.
  
  
  
conversations.prefix: Swordie Cutlass of some note.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Oh, and there is only one per regular FFL crew member. The conscripts are S.O.L as they say.
  
  This particular suit "Patches" belonged to Captain Rydell Senior. He got it from one of Cassidy's great uncles on his mother's side and it was long in the tooth then. It's functional, but only someone who has checked and double checked it for for his entire career as a spacer will believe it.
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) "Patches" :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Roughly a Decade ago the Darrian loving fan base  was flush with the news that a new, virtually untouched outpost of the original Darrian expansion, some two thousand years ago, was unearthed in a spinward outback system. 
  
  That system was Bowman.
  
  Any true Darrian fan would kill to visit the dig site on Epsilon, the moon circling Bowman prime where the newly found Darrian Outpost is being unearthed.  Now you may get your chance to do just that.
conversations.prefix: Darrian Archeological Drama:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Belle turned up the charm and like any good Face she closed the deal at respectable percentage with a decent retaining stipend.  Contingent of course on a steady flow of recruits. The stipend, though not really enough to pay any of the ships bills, will keep her in lotion and spirits in the mean time.
  
   The percentage per recruit on the other hand will make a respectable dent in those operating expenses. It could prove to be just the sort of shot in the arm the crew needs when credits become scarce. 
conversations.prefix: Bifrost Headhunter :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Embellishment, adornment and ornamentation all having the qualities or appearance traditionally associated with women, especially delicacy and prettiness, and rarified beauty.
   
  Particularly useful when used to manipulate the cisgendered, or adopted  masculine tastes.
  
  With them Belle can be damn ravishing when she wants to be.
conversations.prefix: Fem Friperies :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Koenig Rock, in the heart of the Bowman Belt, has a rep for being a dicey place to do business. It’s pretty far from the civilizing influences of Garrison and the LSP strong arms in Bowman Prime’s Trailing legrange field.
  But if you can get these three tons of processed heavy Metals to a bloke on the Rock named Starchy, without the Imps or corporate drones being the wiser, then he will triple the substantial retainer Prattchet Dern was given back at Glisten.
  
  How do you find him? Just spend a diurn in the rock and it’ll sniff you out."
conversations.prefix: Koenig's Rock Heavy Metal Contract:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Play this in moves designed to draw the bonds of a close knit ships crew even tighter. This card allows you to write from your crew-mates strengths, allowing them to be mighty when your character is in dire need.
  
  "99 problems but relying on your crew is not one. This is far from the first time you all have shipped out together. You've successfully weeded out the disruptive elements and have proven time and again that when the chips are down you make a solid team."
conversations.prefix: MY CREW, MY FAMILY,MY LIFE.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Looking like the picture above with the addition of three articulated assembly arms and four stubby, retractable legs. Moving on its own accord is something it only does to find the perfect place to anchor itself to the deck plating for a particular project.
  
  Though it has no personality functions it does sport an intelligent interface. It can be relied upon to build any man portable piece of equipment it is fed plans for. Plans that do not rely upon any form of unobtainium and only at a TL-10 level of sophistication.
conversations.prefix: Makerbot 25k, ambulatory fabricator.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Use this card to address a challenge by referencing a My crew, My Family, My Life moment in the Free Fall's past. It has to relate, at least tangentially, to a means of addressing the current challenge. 
conversations.prefix: Endearing Flashback :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The original, well over a thousand years old now, sits in Comptroller Ianknot's parlor collection.
  
  This newly fabbed copy was a gift to Red from the Comptroller himself after she performed a moving impromptu recital with the real thing.
conversations.prefix: Fabbed Strat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Roughly a Decade ago the Darrian loving fan base  was flush with the news that a new, virtually untouched outpost of the original Darrian expansion, some two thousand years ago, was unearthed in a spinward outback system. 
  
  That system was Bowman.
  
  Any true Darrian Scholar would kill for a citation in these discoveries. More important though is leveraging your current notoriety in the field for an opportunity to sweep in and claim a real breakthrough. Your sources at Epsilon tell you something big is close. Now its all about timing. 
conversations.prefix: Darrian Archeological Drama :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: After half a cycle (most of a week standard) spent in jump space, the Free Fall Lady successfully translates back to normal space at the edge of the Bowman system's gravity shadow.
  
  Scanners show Bowman prime, the system's only planet, right where it ought to be, 10 million Kilometers away. Just beyond that is the bowman belt 5 full standard planetary bodies of mass, Just bursting with both fortune and heart break.
conversations.prefix: Break-Out!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hello again Traveller. You've been off our scopes since your break out almost a week ago.
  
  Did you have any trouble with the local color?
  
  You are on intercept with Alpha and I have your declared manifest right....  here..... Are you ready to make your drop? Better late than never eh?
conversations.prefix: Garrison Traffic Control:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Alpha, the inner moon of Bowman Prime, is an asteroid some 795 kilometers in diameter.It is the site of Garrison, Garrison Starport, and the scout base. All established after the occupation of Bowman by the Imperial Navy. Garrison Starport is a small clses D facility. The settlement of Garrison is a typical maritime district which has grown up around the starport and the base. Typical of civilian towns adjacent to military posts everywhere. 
  
  Garrison serves as the hub of the belt's import and export operations. Ore from throughout the system eventually winds up nt Garrison, where it is loaded on board bulk cargo carriers for shipment outsystem. Goods are delivered to Garrison; some find their way to other parts of the belt from there.
  
conversations.prefix: Alpha - Garrison :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Welcome to Bowman Traveller! Please state destination and cargo for the record and transmit all appropriate documentation to the following repeater coordinates. The system's starport is located at Bowman Prime's L-5. In the Gas Giant's trailing trojan field.
conversations.prefix: Ling Standard Products Traffic Control:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Zzzt... Pop! The jump manifold still smells of ozone and carbon. You know, in that bad way. 
  
  
conversations.prefix: It's a nothing part till you aint got one.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Its just always been the way of things. You walk into any room and before long the others there start turning to you for advice and approval. As far as you can tell you are not particularly worthy of the devotion on merit. You can work just about any ragtag group of spacers into a working crew though.  Given the time and the authority to cut the dead weight.
conversations.prefix: The Captain:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a natural at knowing how Starship systems come together. More importantly you can keep it all purring on a shoe string budget and get the ship back on its feet in the nick of time. Maintenance, adhoc repairs, and patching the holes long enough to get your ship back to the engineers in dry doc is your stock and trade.
conversations.prefix: The Mechanic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Moving ships through space is a passion, an obsession, of yours. The thrum of massive drives, leaping you and your machine through vast interplanetary and interstellar space, resonates within your core. Those bright, razor sharp, moments when its your twitch standing between flying home and your crew's violent airless death. Well thats when your heart and mind really sing. 
conversations.prefix: The Pilot :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Convincing others to do the thing they'd rather not. Its a talent, one you've honed with diligence and skill, through blood and tears, profit and loss. Keep making the right choices and they'll follow with relish. No pressure. 
conversations.prefix: Leadership:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can tell the trace elements of an industrial lubricant with a sniff, the state of an electrical dynamo by the sound and the condition of the ships maneuver drive by the vibrations in the deck plating. You've made a practice of having the right tools and materials about you and you are constantly working to make sure it all runs together smoothly.  
conversations.prefix: Machines have their werkins and they just talk to me.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  This particular rifle is oriented for a left handed shooter Or as one of a pair. With a right handed oriented twin in the shooters main/off hand. This allows for mad Leroy Jenkins type charges into the fray. When appropriate .
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Lefty":
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 
  Also known as gyrojet weapons, accelerator rifles are designed for zero-gravity combat. They fire tiny missiles that leave the rifle with minimal velocity and thus minimal recoil, then accelerate to high speed.
  
  "Red" served in an earlier incarnation as a training rifle. As such its chassis is finished in red drab rather than gun metal grey. What? It was a bargain. 
conversations.prefix: ACCELERATOR RIFLE (AR) "Red":
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Oh, and there is only one per regular FFL crew member. The conscripts are S.O.L as they say.
  
  "Crispy" is actually the newest addition to the compliment of FFL  hardened Vac-Suits. Its an Spectrum Aeronautical design. In addition to its hardened attributes it is  rated for extreme high temp work. It's basic design is sound but it's cosmetics left something to be desired as they've all burned away in the couple times its been used for that purpose.  
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) "Crispy":
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  Whatever this particular suit was used for in it's former incarnations it was #12. It says so right their in big block lettering on the from and back.
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) #12 (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It sure the hell isn't battle-dress. It isn't even a hard suit. 
  
  It is self sealing, woven of superior ballistic cloth, has basic first aid capabilities. (defibrillator, Tourniquet, fast-drug)  It even has some light plating over the tender bits. It's not much but its not nothing.
  
  All vac suits smell a bit. This one is immediately recognizable for it's particular brand of spacer perfume. That's why it's named "Socks"
conversations.prefix: Used-Hardened Vac Suit (H-Vac) "Socks" (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There is mysticism that has grown up around the operation of starships over the millennia of galactic traveling humanity has known. Many branches of techno-mysticisim hint at a state of mind known as 'ships integration' the mystic that uses it becomes one with the ship. Its hull is the pilots skin. It's sensors are the navigators eyes. It communications array the operators ears.  
  
  Complete bullshit really. But folks like you are why these tall tales exist.  
conversations.prefix: StarShip Operation Ace  :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Starship Guns are a breed all their own. A unique mix of hurry up and wait, precision timing, and knowing when to turn off the targeting assist to shoot from the metaphorical hip. Not many have the patience and nerves to master this trade as you have.
conversations.prefix: The Gunner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You like things up close and personal. Whether it be with a cutlass and kevlar or the man portable fusion cannon and mechanized combat armor, you specialize in protecting your ship from boarders and dishing out the same when another ship has what your crew wants.
conversations.prefix: The Marine :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You take pride in doing it better with nothing more than than the meat on your bones, honed reflexes, and the ability to absorb punishment. 
conversations.prefix: Physicality :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've paid your pound of flesh for something better. At worst folks call you a cyborg and spit at your feet when they learn about it. Mostly folks are just really interested in how you've improved yourself. You have to admit its pretty damn cool.
conversations.prefix: Augmented :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Moving things with your mind, sensing things from afar, healing your self or others are all within your reach. Best not tell anyone about your mind reading or worse your mind control powers. Spacers tend not to take them last two in stride.
conversations.prefix: Psionics :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When left to your machines and the simplicity of life on your small ship you are fine. Introduce a new crew member or open that airlock onto the stench of 'them' and you kinda fall apart or creep people out.
conversations.prefix: Socially Inept :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You break shit. Rarely the first time, or even the first handful of times you use it. Inevitably though, when its really important that you are on point you break it.
conversations.prefix: Gremlin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 10,000,000 Kilometers from Bowman Prime. 250,000,000 Km from Bowman actual. 1 C-sec from probable death at the hands of an LSP 'recovery' team. Good times!
conversations.prefix: Jump Limit Drifting :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Chu Wen passed out cold after the brush with the engulfer at crush depth.
  
  Upon waking Chu proves to be whole and capable of earning hir keep again. 
  
  <remember that Chu is genderflux. sHe enjoys emphasizing contrasting  gender cultural identifiers when sHe isn't fearing for hir life. Think Cpl Klinger from MASH. Only legit and better at it.>  
conversations.prefix: Chu Wen, Comms Cowboy!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: !THIS IS OPTIONAL! 
  Its perfectly acceptable to move on to the next phase of the plan (read scene) without having played cards on this challenge. 
  
  Should the situation turn to gun play at any point during this scene this is where you drop your cards.
  
  Significant harm, death,  power over or the thwarting of the same  must be backed up by card play. 
conversations.prefix: Should it devolve into gunfire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: XO of LSP Currier, Type-S, #271-18.
  
  In her fifties, shorter than most, hefty with awful teeth and dirty blonde shoulder length hair now matted down with the blood of a nasty scalp wound.
  
  Ishagu took her weapons but she is far from helpless. She still has her gravbelt on and this is still, arguably, her ship. 
conversations.prefix: Rella Furlow :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ishagu is tough old bear but you can't help wincing as you remove the marine's vacsuit and asses the damage. At least two types of munitions damage at shoulder and hip. Electrical burns over at least 20% of his body radiating out from his right hand.  
conversations.prefix: Man Down:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: To make the bridge hatch tactical port useful in vacuum it is filled with an atmospheric pressure resistant quasi-gel that the port gunner thrusts their weapon's barrel through. This leaves a 3-3cm space about the barrel sealed only by a soft material. 
  
  A 2 centimeter target at 17 meters, Belle smiles in anticipation and pulls out a Glazer. 
conversations.prefix: Deadeye Belle :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He has no idea its coming. 
  Your Glazer will just polish that armor he is wearing but his lower legs, lower arms and and head are all unarmored.  Which will it be? Maiming or Death?
conversations.prefix: Like shooting a drone in a barrel :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You prefer reality mitigated by screens, HUDs, and remote agents. Preferably while sitting in the heart of a data center with the gravity dialed way down. This means you are physically flaccid, somewhat fragile and generally lacking in tone and vigor.  
conversations.prefix: Console Potato:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have many fine talents and skills. Computer interface is not one of them. If a computer system does not benefit from an intelligent interface or a General AI administrator its just colorful plastic to you.
conversations.prefix: AI Dependent :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: However you came by them its important that others not learn your secrets. It's not just the secrets themselves. You can't give anything away lest folks start asking the wrong questions. Perhaps you or others will come to harm if you don't keep them. Perhaps the time has not come ripe for the world to learn your transformative truth. What ever, just don't let them know anything. Play your cards close and do what it takes to shut people up. 
conversations.prefix: Secrets :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ..of Bowman Prime. This gossamer ring system is composed primarily of frozen gases, with a rare nickel-iron chunk mixed in here and there. 
  
  Bifrost, an independently run skyplex located at the outer edge of Bowman Prime's ring system, serves as a base for ice mining operations in the rings. Bifrost operates  a mass driver for shipping  collected resources for sale at Garrison.
conversations.prefix: The Rings :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This set came off the corporate thug Cassidy killed in the opening moves of the Free Fall's breakout ambush. Putting it on  is a chore that needs more time than you have to do properly. Then there is the missing side panel. Made useless by Cassidy's enthusiastic unloading of his side iron into it.
  
  Still, it better than nothing. It is not atmo sealed and does not fit over a vac-suit.
conversations.prefix: Ill Fitting Body Armor  #1:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This set came off the corporate drone Belle took out in the opening moves of the Free Fall's breakout ambush. It's missing its helmet and there are persistent blood and brain stains about it's neck hole. Putting it on is a chore that needs more time than you have to do properly.
  
  Still, it better than nothing. It is not atom-sealed and does not fit over a vac-suit.
conversations.prefix: Ill Fitting Body Armor  #2:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Biological sophonts are your speciality. You may dabble in chemistry, augmentation, perhaps even psychology. When it comes down to it though its all about how well you can patch up your crew when they've gone and reaped the fruits of a harsh an unforgiving galaxy.
conversations.prefix: The Doctor :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lets review. You jumped into Bowman space. Made rendezvous with an LSP Courier. Where upon both ship's transponders went dark.
  
  Here you are now refueling. Transponder still off. The LSP Courier is missing. Along with LSP's first contact upon the FFL breakout a Captain Nadine Yggdra.
  
  Oh, and then there is the matter of a hold full of human cargo you were contracted to deliver to Tygalfsson. You do still have them all don't you?
conversations.prefix: What are we going to tell the authorities?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: ... and find another. Ships are expensive mistresses. You are always looking for that next Job
conversations.prefix: Close the deal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bowman's main body of asteroids occupy a series of ring planes from 30 million to nearly 180 million kilometers from the central star. Asteroids along the inner edge of the belt have a rotational period of just over 45 days; at the outer edge of the belt the period is about 700 days. Material in the belt ranges from dust up to significant bodies such as Laraon's Rock, with a diameter (long axis) of 1220 kilometers.
conversations.prefix: The Bowman Belt :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An Imperial academic endeavor on the moon Epsilon. It is staffed by some 150 researchers and workers.  It's mandate?Excavate and analyze the site of a Darrian outpost that thrived during the heyday of the original Darrian expansion, some 2000 years ago. The archeologists here are a good natured if fractious lot. All it would take is a respected authority to sweep in a take charge to get real results here.
conversations.prefix: Epsilon - University of Regina Archeology Dig.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The single planet of the Bowman system, designated Bowman Prime. It orbits the star at a mean distance of 254 million kilometers  with a orbital period of 1158 standard days. A gas giant, Bowman Prime has a diameter of roughly 98,000 kilometers. Bowman Prime has three major moons, labeled Gamma, Epsilon, and Zeta. Of these, Epsilon is the largest (3300 kilometers diameter) with Gamma and zeta both at about 1700 kilometers in diameter. Nine minor satellites (Alpha, Beta, Delta, Eta, Theta, Iota, Kappa, Lambda,and Mu also orbit the giant. None of the satellites of Bowman Prime have significant atmospheres, though Epsilon does have a surface layer of frozen methane and ammonia and a few traces of atmosphere during the periods of Epsilon's closest approach to its planet.
conversations.prefix: Bowman Prime :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Amongst the millions of planetoids therein one is said to be cursed by the gods.  Jarlsson's Doom. During the First Frontier War a Swordie squadron took up residence there and fought a famous, if failed rear guard action. They tried, and failed, again In the Second Frontier War. As a result Jarlsson's Doom is now the calm eye of a storm of orbital debris and long abandoned, automated defense networks. 
conversations.prefix: Approaching Bowman Prime's L-4 or Leading  Lagrange asteroid field.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Trailing Trojans are the domain of LSP - Ling Standard Products, which has established a major facility on Tygalfsson. a fairly large asteroid in the field. From this base, LSP mining platforms seek out usable asteroids, mainly in the Trojans (though occasionally elsewhere as well), and set up mining operations. Rocks mined from these asteroids are launched by mass drivers for collection around Garrison and shipment out of the Bowman system.
  The LSP facility is the largest and best organized of all settlements in the system. With a permanent population of 2800 (plus transients), the "company town" on Tygalfsson is actually larger than Garrison (excluding the  Starport and the Scout base). Company security measures, enforced by a company of mercenaries trained for zero-G and vacuum operations, provide Tygalfsson with the only measure of organized government and law found in the Bowmen System. The company does not encourage visits by out-siders, and independents have frequently been driven off by security ships patrolling the Trailing Trojans.
  
  Another point of interest is the Epietheus Mass Driver Station owned and run by LSP.  It's purpose is to move large volumes of raw ore and ice to Garrison.
conversations.prefix: L-5, The Trailing Trojans :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 
  A large (596krn diamater) planetoid orbiting at approximately 110
  million kilometers out from Bowman, Koenig's Rock was the site of the Third Imperium's Fleet-Vice-Admiral Koenig's headquarters during the latter part of his campaign against the Sword Worlder, Denisov's squadron in 629. (almost 500 years ago) The capitulation of the Sword Worlders to Imperium (Koenig's forces) was signed here, and the Rock became the advanced outpost of the Imperium's naval garrison in the belt. 
conversations.prefix: Koenig's Rock:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Just on the other side is your objective and the end to this nightmare. 
conversations.prefix: One last Hatch!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Red calmly considers her options. All are expensive and only offer a percentage bump in their survival odds. She'd most likely not recoup the loss from this humble looking crew of tourists.
  
  Will it be the EM Grappler, the buoy torpedoes, or maybe that other thing 
  Red has been tinkering with?
conversations.prefix: Grappling with the situation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Imagine the cargo bay only three squares from aft to fore. The forward corridor has an extra pair of 2x2 square economy staterooms on the end of it. Its full of nitrogen and indignant LSP spacers who have guns.  
conversations.prefix: Aboard the LSP Currier, Type-S, #271-18.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The plan has gone without a hitch. So far. The LSP fighters are down as is their XO. You've got a C-sec before explosive decompression. The gravatics have been turned off. There is a sub machine gunner behind a hardened position covering access to the bridge. Piece of cake!
conversations.prefix: Clear the cargo bay. Take the forward corridor. :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are cruelly bounded by your limited access to sophisticated tech. Its out there you just need to beg, barter and steal your way to your next upgrade.
conversations.prefix: Upgrade:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gravity wells are where all the trouble comes from. Our home is out among the stars. Set foot dirt side and chances are they'll bury you there. Just do what has to be done there and get out again as quick as you can. No need to linger.
conversations.prefix: Keep Flying :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A week of nothing to do but swab the decks, Obsess over your deals, and catch up on rack time. That is if you weren't just roused from low berth cold sleep.
conversations.prefix: Jump-Space: Translation to Bowman Space :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is nothing quite so unpleasant as waking up from stint in a low berth pod. Ritual, exercise, prayer, meditation, drugs, are all purported to help. How do you go about dealing with the shakes and aches? 
conversations.prefix: Belle awakes from Low Berth Cryo :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yeah that last deal you did for Ling Standard Products didn't go so good. You got paid and got out of dodge before they realized you stiffed 'em good.
  
  Seems you are headed back into LSP territory. You are literally hundreds of lightyears from your past troubles with the Mega Corporation. What are the chance anybody in Bowman would know anything about your past indiscretions.
conversations.prefix: Bad Cred with LSP:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rumor has it the Bowman system was inhabited by the Darrians during their post solmani expansion period some 2000 years ago. After they blew their star to smithereens they pulled back to their home worlds and stayed there ever since. 
  What do you think they left behind in Bowman? Their is absolutely nothing sexier than Darrian tech. Maybe you'll stumble across a bit while prospecting?
conversations.prefix: Darrian Fan boy/girl:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When the Second Frontier War and the Imperial Civil Wars both began to subside, the lmperium acquired several of the Sword Worlds at the conclusion of the wars, a term which met with much resistance. Admiral Denisov, commanander- in-chief of a sword worlder fleet, chose to resist the coming of the Imperial occupation forces. The hopeless stand of Denisov's Fleet at the Battle of Nsrsil in 627 ended in a devastating Imperial victory, but Denisov himself escaped with a handful of his best ships relatively untouched by the battle. Fleeing the Imperials, Denisov's squadron took refuge in the Bowman system building a base in the leading Trojans, L-5 as a center of operations. The cornmerce raiding staged by Denisov in the years that followed was little more than highly organized piracy, but it forms a romantic and powerful part of Sword Worlder military tradition from that time forward. For nearly seven years Denisov raided almost at will, outwitting (and on three occasions out fighting) Fleet Vice-Admiral Koenig’s forrces at every turn. At last, in 628. Koenig assembled overwhelming forces and defeted Denisov at Mertactor. Following this battle, Koenig finally traced Denisov to his base at Bowman. Following the Battle of Jarlsson's Doom and the bombardment of the base, a peace conference resulted in the surrender of Denisov's successor, Captain Riesreng. Denisov, the "Spacehand's Hero", the "Landless Admiral" who broke the class barrier and rose to high command was never captured; his shuttle was lost in the belt fringe during the last stages of combat in the system.
  
  The depredations of Denisov's squadron and the possibility of other Sword Worlds stockpiles in the belt led to an important step in the development of the system. Koenig left a complete squadron on garrison duty around the gas giant, Bowman Prime. to monitor use of the planet as a source of wilderness refueling.This decision was backed up, in 630,by the establishment, on Alpha, of Gar-rison Outpost, a monitoring and resupply facility for the garrison squadron.
  
   
  
   
conversations.prefix: Military History Nut:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: And to the rocks you long to return. This belt is beautiful! You could make a good life here all you need is a claim and a ship of your own. A seeker Type-S like this one would do just fine. 
conversations.prefix: Belter Born and Bred :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The hold full of Medical supplies is not going to sell itself. 
  
  The Broker back in Glisten promised a 450,000 credit return with a 50,000 bonus for making port at Garrison no later than 80 Kiloseconds after Breaking out into the Bowman System.
conversations.prefix: Garrison - Sales Contract  (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've always been able to talk and smile your way out of (or into) any sort of scrape.  People like it when you tell them what they want to hear and who are you to keep that from them. The Captain seems to value these qualities. Just so long as you swear to use your powers for good  or the ship's good anyway. 
conversations.prefix: the Face :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Its a combination of talent and your study of sophont nature. Without even knowing what it is you are talking about you can keep your options open. Even multiply them. All without seeming disingenuous. They'll figure it out eventually. Thats why you make your home on a starship.
conversations.prefix: Smooth Talker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Powerfully, mysteriously attractive. Some Je ne sais quoi prompts the average sophont to hang on your every word and attempt to keep you all to themselves. 
conversations.prefix: Allure :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hiver, Koenig rock Black market contact interested in buying processed heavy metals.
conversations.prefix: Starchy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Please put three cards you'd rather not be burdened with playing here.
conversations.prefix: The Receptacle Provided :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some how the energy surge through the Free Fall's lanthanum grid that occurs every time the ship translates in and out of Jumpspace is feeding back into the little ships main power grid. The problem is getting worse and and has started wrecking havoc amongst the ship systems. This really needs to be sussed out before Break Out.
conversations.prefix: Uncrossing The Streams :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Audio and visual, Computer/0 
  
  Cassidy can access the capabilities of his neural comm by thought alone. 
  It enables short-range transmission and reception capabilities. Most technologically advanced worlds and ships  will have data-comm networks allowing the user to send messages and access data anywhere.
  
  Doc needs to take a look at this from time to time to make sure everything remains in working order 
conversations.prefix: Field Expedient Neural Comm (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bifrost needs skilled contractors for limited engagements. Perhaps they can be convinced to bring you on as a headhunter?
conversations.prefix: Bifrost HR Opportunity :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: zap!
conversations.prefix: Discharge!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Complex organics in the atmosphere always spell trouble. 
  
  More often than not it just bacteria analogs in tangling sheets and fouling masses. Other times its solid multi celled manifestations that can strike the hull like incoming ordinance. There are always rumors of behemoths. Fliers and floaters that can swallow ships whole. In any case a steady gunners hand is the best tool at hand.
conversations.prefix: Tactical :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The shift from orbital dynamics to the fluid dynamics of an atmosphere is nontrivial. Ones flight instincts are not to be trusted.
  
  Protocol and instruments, instruments & protocol. Oh, luck and a damn fine crew helps as well.
  
conversations.prefix: Piloting :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Supersonic updrafts and downdrafts, gigantic electrostatic effects, and tornado funnels the size of planets. Gas Giant atmospheres are a cosmic exercise in fluid dynamics.
  
  The presence of complex organics means only one thing. Life. It could be a barely noticeable dusting of single celled organisms, gigantic sheets of cloying slime-moulds, or ship swallowing lantern mouthed behemoths. Best warm those guns up.   
conversations.prefix: The Belly of the Beast.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Supersonic updrafts and downdrafts, gigantic electrostatic effects, and tornado funnels the size of planets. Gas Giant atmospheres are a cosmic exercise in fluid dynamics.
  
  The presence of complex organics means only one thing. Life. It could be a barely noticeable dusting of single celled organisms, gigantic sheets of cloying slime-moulds, or ship swallowing lantern mouthed behemoths. Best warm those guns up.   
conversations.prefix: The Belly of the Beast. (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As ships physician it is Sol's job to monitor and nurse maid the Low Berth Passengers through the rough transitions into and out of Cryo sleep. There is a problem. It's effecting both the Cold reserve crew and the passengers destined for the LSP mining fields. The root cause seems to be these power surges The Captain and Prat are goining on and on about. Whats happened to them?
  
  There is another thing too. All the passengers are Indentured Debt Crime Workers. Basically  LSP can do with them what they like once they awake in the  Bowman system.  Sol's ambivalence over the nature of these passenger's status with the Megacorp he carries so much baggage with and his role in delivering them has been roiling ever since Cassidy agreed to take this transport contract. Just saying that has to have an effect on the landscape. Right?
conversations.prefix: The Doctor:Low Berthed Pod People :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So, all star faring craft have two distinct power sources. The main power plant and the Jump drives power plant. The two are incompatible but share close proximity in several places on the ship. You've all but determined that its  a leak from the Jump drives power grid into the primary grid that is effecting the more delicate ships systems. The problem remains though where is the leak? 
  
  In addition you've never been so overcharged before. Your knack of storing and discharging large amounts of static electricity is being taxed on the storage side. The trouble is where do you dump it all? There really isn't a place on the Free Fall Lady that can take such a discharge and not damage something delicate. 
conversations.prefix: The Mechanic: Problems with Power grids :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He liked Soju, armor piercing rounds and sonic granadoes  as he called them with an affected accent.
  
  He always made sure the ships locker was ship shape and that he got a letter out to his momma before leaving each and every port of call.
  
  He swore up and down that as a cold reserve commando he'd outlive everyones grandkids. He just might of been right if we didn't have a low lottery winner this trip. 
conversations.prefix: Our First Casualty: Corwyn Powser :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Belle & Cassidy are ship mates from way back. They have Yet to find a disagreement they can't talk through. As serious as this is there is no reason to think its any different.
conversations.prefix: Mending Fences :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ishagu and Sol don't look to have much in common except, perhaps, a passion for deadly secrets.
  
  Could Ishagu's ambivalent behavior indicate he is struggling with some aspect, intentionally divulged or not, of Sol's story.
  
  Does the Chief of security know more than he is letting on? Sol needs to find out.
conversations.prefix: Caring is Sharing :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Awoken early due to Low Berth Pod Malfunctions. Ishagu has shown that her backstory is bullshit and that she had mutinous intentions.
  
  Who else among the low berthed Indents were in on the conspiracy? What awaits the FFL upon breakout? How did she intend on relaying news of her success to LSP? She has the answers to all these questions. How do you go about getting them from her? 
conversations.prefix: The Prisoner: Nadine Yggdra:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Captain is rialed and needs to make sure the entire crew is on board with the changes he has in mind.
  
  <this will most likely be our first opportunity to play with our ship share vote assets. Use them primarily to block consensus and force the discussion to continue based of your characters new information or request.  You don't need to play them. Your characters simply has them at their disposal in they really want to wrest temporary control over any discussion of 'what is the ship going to do now?'  
conversations.prefix: All hands to the bridge!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That last Ripper...  Well, it ripped the FF a new one. What's worse the industrial gasses and life support fluids you are leaking into the hydrogen sea is analogous to blood in the water to terran sharks. There will be more rippers soon. You'll have to send some one out onto the hull to fix it and you have to fix it before you try and break atmo. There is no telling what vacuum will do to the weakened outer hull.  
conversations.prefix: Damage Control:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Littered throughout the Bowman system are the Flotsam and Jetsam of centuries of Imperial and Sword Worlder conflicts.
  
  Its rumored there are still secret outposts to be found  particularly in the vast leading trojans of Bowman Prime. Wouldn't it be amazing to walk those halls and lay your vacsuited hand on the dusty hulls of tech from that time. Such a find might turn the crew a credit or two as well.   
conversations.prefix: Sword worlder Caches and Hulks  (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Things got complicated quick. You need safe harbor and help with th repairs. There are prospecting platforms working this vast hydrogen sea. The jovian's natural Electromagnetic noise  throws up a lot of interference. So broadcast communications are out of the question. You've  LIDAR coordinates on Bifrost Skyplex though. Perhaps they can point you at the nearest platform. Let's hope it doesn't belong to LSP. (Use this challenge to initiate contact with the new guy)
conversations.prefix: Comms:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The ships transponder has been fitted with a military grade override device. It's limited AI interface is a nasty little bugger that refuses to do anything without the proper authentication codes. 
  
  If you try and force it off,to do anything other than its job, or do not provide the codes it wants by breakout it'll scramble the transponder permanently. 
conversations.prefix: Trans-pondering:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got at least ten Belters, Logistics wonks, and a dandy of a dilettante in the Cold Reserves. 
  
  Who are they? are any of them possessing of skills and gumption enough to be useful in the planned aggressive negotiations?  
conversations.prefix: Wheat from the Chaff  :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Belle turned up the charm and like any good Face she closed the deal at respectable percentage with a decent retaining stipend.  Contingent of course on a steady flow of recruits. The stipend, though not really enough to pay any of the ships bills, will keep her in lotion and spirits in the mean time.
  
   The percentage per recruit on the other hand will make a respectable dent in those operating expenses. It could prove to be just the sort of shot in the arm the crew needs when credits become scarce. 
conversations.prefix: Bifrost Headhunter  (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Basicly a floating bunker/faraday cage. Built to be battered about and continue to refine the valuable trace elements out of the surrounding atmosphere.
  
  Its a tiny operations bridge, a single stateroom, and the rig's buoy drives all built around a 200 displacement ton sealed ship's hanger.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Red's Gas & Go:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: That was pretty terrible. Everyone is still reeling from it all. A Counter-boarding action followed by a nasty brush with the local fauna has left everyone the worse for ware. 
  
  As everyone checks in with one another what story are you telling?
conversations.prefix: What's your status!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The chedl'mind, not really a fully conscious
  independent entity, is a construct built within Ishagu's mind by  telepathic
  manipulation over 25+ years ago. It is more of a faulty, paranoid conscience turned up to 11
  than an independent being.
  
  This construct is fundamentally conflicted in that it doesn't want to get Ishagu killed or imprisoned, however much he may deserve it, but Ishagu is exposing himself and that won't serve the MISSION at all.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Chedl'Mind madness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Free Fall Lady is in poor shape. 
  
  How do you go about making the structural repairs?
  
  Is Lady's trauma a software or talk therapy issue?
  
  The ships locker has taken a hit as well. The counter boarding operation returned significant losses in the operational equipment inventory. 
conversations.prefix: Post Traumatic Disrepair  :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lady has received the fright of her virtual life. This instability has moved her to gather up all her tender bits and hole up in hard to access stealth routines. 
  
  She has left her functional ships operations expert systems in place. The ship still functions but the stripped down version of Lady is unimaginative and a poor problem solver. 
conversations.prefix: Our Lovely Lady:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Trust and cooperation is instrumental in meeting everyones needs. Repairs, Software, Transportation, Expertise.  What are you promising one another. How bad do you want this agreement?
conversations.prefix: Need, Want.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When someone says I'll make you a cup of coffee it's polite to expect warmed over, runny, nutripaste. If it is actually caffeinated, it's a bonus 
  
  Whatever this is it smells an order of magnitude better. Where could the Boss have gotten ahold of the magic terran beans? Someone has been holding out! 
  
  This bears investigation.
conversations.prefix: What is that smell?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The excitement of this nearby pass brought anyone to the bridge who might be interested in responding. Technically Doc Sol Wyden is on Comms duty but casual encounters like this one rarely hinge on protocol. So, feel free to chime in if your muse moves you. Make as little or as much of this as you like. I am game to support your interest whether its to engage in some interesting way or pass without interest.
conversations.prefix: By the light of the Rings:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So that three tailed monster known as a dragon seems to have snuck aboard.
  
  It's well trained but was Born and raised on a Jovian gas station. The hustle/bustle and close quarters of a working ship is... Well... Say it with me: Amuck, amuck it's running amuck.
  
  How has Path made your life aboard the Free Fall more... interesting? 
conversations.prefix: Path less travelled.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Surprisingly young seeming. Charming, appreciative and rumored to be generous with the Imperial Colonial Stipend. 
  
  Oh and he is a Darrian, and  blue as the blood of the Emperors of the core.
  
  An elected official, he gave up his familie's Warrant in Entrope to pursue an Imperial Meritocratic Charter here. He is well loved of the moon born & Belters, the bane of LSP overreach.
conversations.prefix: Comptroller Vivius Gordon Ianknot of Garrison.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone in tactical over there is taunting us. 
  
  Thats just... unprofessional! 
  
  It doesn't help that the Colonial Cruiser can turn the Free Fall Lass into hot Vapor in a D-sec should she want to.
  
  Still this sort of thing just isn't done.
  
  
conversations.prefix: The Apishal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Large enough for a ship four times the size of the Free Fall Lass. 
  
  Worn but well serviced. 
  The interior is pressurized behind a weak containment field which is backed up by large blast doors. 
  
  The air is frightfully expensive for some reason but the services of the sparse flight deck crew are dirt cheap.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Hanger Bay Zetalon-D:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: At first glance you'd take her for a Solmani child if she weren't arguing vehemently with a officious looking Vilani Gentleman in his own language.
  
  When addressed she turns a hard eyed smile to you that manages to be frightful and sincere simultaneously.
  
  "Lets talk about your recent run in with Pirates shall we?"
conversations.prefix: Investigator Charlie Sanquis:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An androgyne of Imperial Vilani stock. Young, tall and slenderer from back to chest then seems physically proper. The Adjuster has grey tinge to the skin and no finger nails on rather expressive pinky fingers. 
  
  Interested in off loading the surviving ‘cargo' and minimizing LSP's payment due to FFL neglect.
conversations.prefix: Ganimakkur Eneri Irkirin Managudeli Shugilamar LSP Adjuster:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Female Vargar member of the flight deck crew. She has a matt dark coat and walks with a pronounced and obviously shaming limp.
  
  She exhibits a shifty impatient air in the way she skulks about the bay side cargo bot control consoles. 
  
  It's as if she is expecting someone or something from the FFL crew.    
conversations.prefix: Roustabout ArghAz GrurrdzArg:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The little shit is running amuck in the hanger bay.
  
  Just how do you manage its Mischief?
conversations.prefix: Path:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's been a while since you've all been invited to dine at an aristocrats table.
  
  How well do you all clean up? Do you even bother? 
  What toys are you bringing along? 
  
  The various merchants here are offering to send their fab designs to your  Hanger's fabrication banks  should you need anything whipped up for the occasion.
conversations.prefix: What are you wearing to Dinner?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Play this in moves designed to draw the bonds of a close knit ships crew even tighter. This card allows you to write from your crew-mates strengths, allowing them to be mighty when your character is in dire need.
  
  "99 problems but relying on your crew is not one. This is far from the first time you all have shipped out together. You've successfully weeded out the disruptive elements and have proven time and again that when the chips are down you make a solid team."
conversations.prefix: MY CREW, MY FAMILY,MY LIFE. (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dug into the stark and airless hills surrounding the city the Comptroller's estates are just far enough away from Garrison to gain a little perspective.
  
  
conversations.prefix: The Comptroller's Estate:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It couldn't be worse if somebody had planned it.
  
  Here you are at the first formal engagement in the outback and you are ambushed by an Alpha Vargr in all it's stinky glory. 
  
  You are in luck if you've had experience with the leaders of humanities star faring cousins. If not... you just might become that gibbering monkey in a tree. Try not to throw poo.
  
conversations.prefix: Awaiting the Comptroller's pleasure.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wether its the Old Reliables console, the chess board, or the card table, this game is yours.
  
  Wouldn't you know it, as soon as you show interest in it, that interest is met by the eager glance from a surprising fellow guest.  
  
  It's on! Errr... I mean, what a wonderful opportunity for some conversation. 
conversations.prefix: The games we play.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The mixing and delivering of the perfect drink is fine way to spark interesting information.
  
  Be careful though. The comptrollers collection here is liberally spiked with the obscure and exotic. 
  
  Make double sure you know what you are mixing with. One wouldn't want to  inadvertently ease someone beyond their inhibitions, now would they. 
conversations.prefix: A Stimulating Spirit :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Roughly a Decade ago the Darrian loving fan base  was flush with the news that a new, virtually untouched outpost of the original Darrian expansion, some two thousand years ago, was unearthed in a spinward outback system. 
  
  That system was Bowman.
  
  Any true Darrian Scholar would kill for a citation in these discoveries. More important though is leveraging your current notoriety in the field for an opportunity to sweep in and claim a real breakthrough. Your sources at Epsilon tell you something big is close. Now its all about timing. 
conversations.prefix: Darrian Archeological Drama  (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Things are happening quickly. Thankfully luck favors the bold. Everything needed to get the good Professor Kennedy  to Epsilon and points Spinward is right here.
  
  Of course the crew of the FFL may already have plans. Changes to such plans often come at a steep price. Incentive and Leverage will be needed 
  
  Perhaps the Comptroller can be convinced to provide one or the other.
  
    
conversations.prefix: You have a ship right?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As any true belter knows one does not survive by trusting anything or anyone.  Everything needs to be checked and rechecked before a belter will risk his or her life by relying on any one person or system.  Backup systems and plans are not an option but something that is inherent in what a belter is.
conversations.prefix: True Belter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lady has been the Captain's Intelligent interface for his Seeker Type-S, the Free Fall Lady for years now. Owners of Artificial Intelligences are counseled to routinely wipe their memories to insure no unwanted patterns establish themselves in it's day to day operations. Like most 'recommended' maintenance the Captain put this off as long as he could. By the time he scraped the cash together to get an expert on the job he found that the eccentricities that crept into the soft ware's operational matrix were so endearing that he didn't want to lose this boon companion. 
conversations.prefix: Ship's AI - Lady:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Master of none. You can do this Starship operation's job. If no one trained in the skills in question is available that is. 
conversations.prefix: Jack-of-all-Trades :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unless told what to do you'd rather just sit back and maintain the status quo.
conversations.prefix: Lack of Initiative :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's hard to admit but you're addicted. Low doses are required every day to keep the withdrawal symptoms at bay.
  
  Sometimes a higher dosage can enhance performance, but tolerance grows with use and overdose becomes more likely and problematic.
  
  A risky dose can open knowlege and visions, but how reliable is that information? Even if its true, can you remember and interpret it correctly when you come down off the drug?
conversations.prefix: Addicted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've always been able to talk and smile your way out of (or into) any sort of scrape.  People like it when you tell them what they want to hear and who are you to keep that from them. The Captain seems to value these qualities. Just so long as you swear to use your powers for good  or the ship's good anyway. 
conversations.prefix: the Face :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your warm smile and gentle voice lead people to instinctively relax and trust you.  Such a sweet lady as yourself couldn't possibly have ulterior motives, right?  You just want what's best for everyone - everyone on your side, that is.
conversations.prefix: Motherly:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a remarkably patient person, but even the most patient person has limits.  When you reach yours, people better duck and cover.  If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
conversations.prefix: Last Good Nerve:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A regular home life wasn't in the cards for you, but that doesn't mean you have to be alone.  It just means you get to chose a family for yourself.
conversations.prefix: Chosen Family:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You like things up close and personal. Whether it be with a cutlass and kevlar or the man portable fusion cannon and mechanized combat armor, you specialize in protecting your ship from boarders and dishing out the same when another ship has what your crew wants.
conversations.prefix: The Marine :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Moving things with your mind, sensing things from afar, healing your self or others are all within your reach. Best not tell anyone about your mind reading or worse your mind control powers. Spacers tend not to take them last two in stride.
conversations.prefix: Psionics :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: All the work, all the lies, all the blood. What did it mean? What good did it do?
conversations.prefix: Apathetic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Find out what still matters, that you give a damn about.  Someone. Something.
conversations.prefix: Learn to Care Again:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are an expert in your field, and your life is one of research, analysis, and nuance.  You live your life amid the prestige and relative luxury of academia, liberally spiced with the exoticism of field work.  
conversations.prefix: Academic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are high class and others can see it.  Your accent, your style of dress, your name, your profession, and the way you carry yourself all say that you are a person who matters.  
conversations.prefix: Privileged:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are always on the side of love, and it is a constant diversion and distraction.  You are prone to falling in love and do so with regularity and abandon.  You will support others in their ill-advised affairs, even to your own detriment.  
conversations.prefix: Romantic Heart:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Splitting her operating capacity into lesser, parallel, laser focused, runtime task with limited moral and emotional capabilities is well with Lady's design parameters.
conversations.prefix: Parallel-Tasking :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Innovation and improvisation on the fly with the tools and materials on hand that will work just long enough...
  
  Just enough knowledge of chemistry, physics, technology, and survival skills to resolve what are often life-or-death crises
  
  The Engineer probably wouldn't approve, but it only has to work well enough for long enough to get you out of this jam.
conversations.prefix: MacGyver:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Largely self-taught but pretty sharp at sussing out how the electrons, bits & bytes dance within the ships computer system. 
  
  A few lessons with a talented computer tech friend expanded your skills.
  
  You can find your way into the code and file storage so you can fix it (or break it).
  
  This is a natural side-line skill for a man in love with navigation and the ship's AI.
conversations.prefix: Computer Hack:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There it is again. Lady's ability to accomplish multiple information based tasks at once is always a little startling to comprehend.
conversations.prefix: Parallel-Tasking :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Captain feels obligated to lead the crew in this as in all things, but some situations are just  difficult & awkward for him.
  
  Public displays of grief make you feel very uncomfortable. There are other situations that are hard for you too.
conversations.prefix: Uncomfortable:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Deep down, Sol is something of a romantic. His normally focused, logical mind has more than once been derailed by an attractive woman. It inevitably ends badly, but somehow he never learns.
conversations.prefix: Sucker for a Pretty Face:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The biont's tendencies towards cruelty and violence never ceases to disturb this young AI. 
  
  "Why is there always so much pain visited upon one another."  
conversations.prefix: Easily Disturbed :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The best plans are the most flexible and adaptable. If you can play on your opponent's strengths as well as their weaknesses, you can foster a false sense of security. When you do strike, the blow will be all the more crippling.
conversations.prefix: Strategist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A little somethin' from under the counter.
conversations.prefix: Black Market Goods:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This is an almost divinely conferred talent. You are convincing without selling, perceived as genuine and trustworthy without even trying. Usually forgiven before really apologizing.
  
  People just want to be associated with you and trust you in business dealings.
conversations.prefix: Charisma:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A surprising knack for impromptu acting out of a believable part or convincing character.
  
  Able to improvise and invent on the fly and difficult to knock out of character. You can bend your body and voice to suit your needs.
conversations.prefix: Quite an Actor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In boarding actions, the cargo is often more dangerous than the enemy.
  
  Know what you are shooting. *Before* you shoot it.
conversations.prefix: Hazardous Materials Training:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Weapons and tactics have changed, but the Marines’ basic function remains the same; move fast, strike hard, and enforce the Emperor’s will. 
conversations.prefix: Imperial Marine Tradition:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The world may be blowing up all around you, but you keep your cool and your focus, and your accuracy, intact.
conversations.prefix: Steady Hand:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sol's military experience includes a lot of foraging behind enemy lines. He is adept at turning any remotely medical apparatus to his advantage.
conversations.prefix: Improvisational Surgeon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In some situations, neither command nor cool will get you by.
  
  Trying to find the line between Captain and Friend and to confront issues and communicate with friends who are also your crew can be really awkward.
conversations.prefix: Awkward:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tozjabr telepaths implanted a chedl'mind (guardian mind) in your head. 
  
  It makes sure you do your duty. For your own good, of course.
conversations.prefix: Chedl'mind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As you get older, your reflexes slow down.  Usually you can compensate with the benefit of experience, but not always.
conversations.prefix: Not As Young as You Used To Be:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gwen has been alone out here waiting for customers to come.  It's been 3 cycles out here by herself with only Dragon for company.
conversations.prefix: Somebody to talk to:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He may have been raised among the privileged elite and his personal interests may tend more toward research, but Sol Wyden has served in war as a ship's doctor. He knows how to shirk aside his own fears and troubles and attend with 100% focus to the needs of the crew.
conversations.prefix: Duty Calls:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The station is well maintained, but has one real problem that must be fixed.  The software programs inside the main computer are not compatible with each other causing a cascading series of system failures.  Gwen has been working to pick and choose the time and place of the failures, but lately has had even less control than usual.
conversations.prefix: Overtaxed Software :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes Lass doesn't think things through.
conversations.prefix: Forethought or the lack there of.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Wyden name is old and highly respected in Solomani society. Even if Sol has left all those luxurious trappings behind him, he still knows how to hob-knob with the elite.
conversations.prefix: Privileged Upbringing:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a an experienced pro. Been in the Captain and Piloting business a long time. Technical and procedural processes are familiar and routine. 
  
  You know how to deal with the officials, who has the power, how much they really know, what to say and how much... but not too much.
conversations.prefix: Consummate Professional:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: And out of the blue an opportunity presented itself. The Academician is pressed for time and needs to be brought to Epsilon for debriefing and then taken to points spinward within Prime's leading trojan field.
  
  This is just the sort of thing one suffers the company of overstuffed meritocrats for. Their need often pads your profit margins.
  
  It does of course delay the Free Fall's rendezvous with  Koieng's rock and the promised mother-load just waiting to be found in the depths of the Bowman Belt. That though is speculation, this here is paying work.
conversations.prefix: Charter Contract: Gale Kennedy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The seating arrangement is a solemn duty of the host. 
  
  It is their responsibility to make sure conversation over dinner is memorable  and interesting. Who one finds themselves next to at dinner is often the single most important factor in this formula. 
  
  So, who do you find yourself sitting next to at dinner and just how interesting is it for you and your fellow guests? 
conversations.prefix: Who are you sitting next to?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This bloodied book is a cultural bible of sorts. Written in poetic short verses or Kellningnir, it is often cryptic and paradoxical in direct translations. It requires long study to tease out real meaning.
  
  Most of the Kenningsboken deals with domestic concepts. As such most Sword Worlders regard it as a ‘women’s book’.
  
  Recent translations have edged away from traditional perspectives and have begun to subtly incorporate Zhodoni philosophical exercises. As such those in the know view it as a workbook for developing latent psionic abilities.
  
  
  
conversations.prefix: The Svard Kenningsboken (that bloody, little red book):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lass digs further into Investigator Charlie Sanquist's communications. 
  
  She discovers that while the Investigator was actually paid by the Command of the Apishal (for purposes of hunting down pirates) she is also providing LSP with her findings. 
  
  While the actual content of these missives is beyond the nascent AI's decryption capabilities. She deduces enough from timing and subject lines to infer that the Apishal is indeed in collusion with  LSP. 
  
  
conversations.prefix: Partially Decrypted Communications between Investigator Sanquist and LSP.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That was probably the most vulgar display of violence you've ever witnessed. 
  
  It's like a holo-vid come to life. The scruffy crew of tramp traders in a fit of spite defy the powers that be, Fight the monster and wisk the plucky and travel wise Professor away on an epic journey of discovery.
  
  Now if you can just figure out if your shaking is due to excitement or trauma. 
conversations.prefix: Well, I never!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The space within a planetary system is messy, particularly in a back water system like Bowman where every mote of dust isn't constantly tracked by traffic control. 
  
  Acceleration must be a cautious affair of sensor sweeping, maneuver adjustment and even the occasional sweep with the turret lasers.
  
  Fuel is a concern as well. Wilderness refusing is non-trivial in Bowman.
conversations.prefix: From Alpha to Epsilon!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Epsilon is approaching aphelion (point farthest from) with Prime. At least Alpha is on the same side of the jovian as its distant sibling. 
  
  Still. That is quite a distance. Going full burn and making a straight shot for it will halve the time (to one shift) at a cost of 4x the fuel.
  
  Slingshotting around Prime... 
  
  
conversations.prefix: To Burn or not to Burn.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Before Garrison traffic control will let you leave Alpha space they demand a flight plan. There are three basic factors to consider. fuel, Safety and speed.  
  
  How do you want to go about it? What are you going to log with Traffic control? Are they the same thing?
conversations.prefix: Flight Plan to Epsilon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Speed+Fuel option 
  
  Fuel consumption = Fair 
  
  Time Spent = 1/2 a shift
  
  Hazard Avoidance will best be accomplished with Active Measures. Meaning you will need a sensors officer and a gunner at duty stations for the duration of the trip to make it safely.
conversations.prefix: Flight Plan: Full Burn :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the Safety+Speed option 
  
  Fuel Consumption = Reckless 
  
  Time Spent = 1 shift, 
  
  Hazard Avoidance should only need passive measures to accomplish. Meaning Lass can do it.
  
conversations.prefix: Flight Plan: Ecliptic Hop:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Fuel+Safety option.
  
  Fuel consumption = Light 
  
  Time Spent = Two Shifts 
  
  Hazard Avoidance will best be accomplished by Managed Measures. Meaning, Lass will do the lion's share of the work and will probably only need help once a shift.
conversations.prefix: Flight Plan: Orbital Sling Shot :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ianknot is fond of cleverly hidden and encrypted messages It seems. 
  
  There is no mistake that this message is for the Doctor. Now all he need do is apply Kima's encryption key and take the message privately. 
  
  You know, during all that private time he has here on the Free Fall Lass. 
conversations.prefix: Nymphs to Bears:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That Data Chip is burning a hole in Red's pocket.
  
  Supposedly it has the contact information for Dern's Koieng's rock contact. The one waiting to pay a small fortune for the cache of processed heavy metals the former FFL engineer smuggled out of Glisten. 
  
  It needs a password though, one Red doesn't have. Why must everything smack of shady Alien conspiracies and shadowy clandestine  networks? 
conversations.prefix: Alien Relations :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Free Fall Lass is not exactly a passenger liner. There is no Steward aboard turning down sheets and putting mints on the pillows.
  
  Mutually exclusive assumptions were made by everyone and Professor Kennedy is left in the lurch. 
  
  Is she getting a stateroom of her own or sharing one with a crew member? 
  Which crew member? Not that it matters one way or another but which way is it going to be.
conversations.prefix: Where am I sleeping exactly?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It seems Cassidy has found a sympathetic ear for the FFL's LSP troubles.
  
  Though the Comptroller is playing his cards close to his chest at the moment Cassidy is certain that Ianknot has troubles of his own with the Megacorp.
  
  It would be good to know the FFL has friend's in high places here in this wretched hive of scum and villainy known as Bowman. 
conversations.prefix: The trouble with LSP :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chief of Security Ishagu Edalin is ignoring Lass. It's not his fault everyone does. When your computer's inquiries are not particularly interesting what does anyone do but brush those suggestions aside without a thought.
  
  The trouble is Lass' interest is not an idle one and silence is compliance right?? Surely the chief will appreciate the service she wants to provide.
conversations.prefix: Burning Book Press/Information wants to be free!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Third shift duties are unique in that the hustle and bustle of the ship is tamped down as most of the crew catches what rack time they can. 
  
  This is prime time for a much needed meeting of minds, working around shift by shift frustrations on personal projects or poignant lapses of duty.
  
  What is it going to be?
conversations.prefix: Third Shift Duties :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When you pour it on, whoever you are talking to doesn't stand a chance
conversations.prefix: Charm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your powers are dulled and ineffectual. Not entirely gone, but not working right at all.
  
  It is like trying to wade through honey. Slow and exhausting.
conversations.prefix: Psionic Dampening:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People have their own gravitational and magnetic fields of sorts, and you are an ace navigator.
conversations.prefix: Interpersonal Navigator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Weapons and tactics have changed, but the Marines’ basic function remains the same; move fast, strike hard, and enforce the Emperor’s will.
conversations.prefix: Imperial Marine Tradition:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Liquor isn't just about getting tipsy, it's about the pleasure of both the drink and the company
conversations.prefix: Mixologist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Military training and learning the family space trading business didn't leave much time for social polish.
  
  You don't mean to be rude but you are just a little rough around the edges in polite society.
conversations.prefix: Rough Around the Edges:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: However far he's come from his time in the Solomani Navy, Sol is sometimes surprised by the emotions he still harbors concerning his time of service. He took an oath to die for the Confederation, if necessary, and even if he didn't, he knew more than enough who did. He cannot stand by while their sacrifice is disparaged.
conversations.prefix: Naval Pride:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: However far he's come from his time in the Solomani Navy, Sol is sometimes surprised by the emotions he still harbors concerning his time of service. He took an oath to die for the Confederation, if necessary, and even if he didn't, he knew more than enough who did. He cannot stand by while their sacrifice is disparaged.
conversations.prefix: Naval Pride:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Seeing the future. Alpha dog dominance games. Charming sweet talk. Incredible tech skills. And ***I*** am the one with supernatural powers?
conversations.prefix: Who is the REAL Psionic here?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Red, is taking a chance on this man, as a more permanent part of her future.
conversations.prefix: Captain's Gal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are the heart and the soul of a social ship. Though decidedly not human you are one of the most humanizing elements  of ship board life.
  
  Sure there are legal benefits to having a mascot aboard.  When it comes right down to it though you are the crew's steady reminder to be nurturing, kind, tolerant and fun loving. 
  
  You have your uses. You are good at tracking down vermin and know a couple other cute tricks that make you good to have around a ship. 
  
  As long as you keep sanitary and stay on the amusing side of mischievous you'll do well.
conversations.prefix: Ship's Mascot :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were born for slapstick. I mean, just look at you!
  
  Its usually enough that you simply walk into a room to make someone laugh.
  
  Its easy for you to break the tension with a self depreciating act of one sort or another.
  
  The resulting laughter can be fond or cruel. You are so deft at the art of the quick laugh that often you can choose which depending on what serves your needs best.
conversations.prefix: Comic Relief :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The nearest psionic entity is a delicious source of rest and relaxation. Finding and maintaining a relationship with said entity is more than a want its a need.
  
  Psionic effects at work on that entity are drained and over time lessened by my presence. This is a good thing right?
conversations.prefix: Psionic Appetite :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The buzz of the early hours of a new diurn's work is energizing. Making it easy for Sol and Ish to stay  on point. 
  
  As long as everything goes to plan this leg of the flight should be a nutri-cake walk.
  
  Of course, when is the last time things went to plan? 
  
  In the uncertain spaces between one plan and the next there is a lot of room for mistakes and miscommunications. 
conversations.prefix: First Shift Duties :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Professor Gale Kennedy is many things. A historian, a trained archeologist, lover of life and adventurer among the stars. What ze is not is a spacer. Being given a spacesuit, an AI that is much to full of itself to do a proper of a walkthrough, and a mischievous little devil beast to offer a helping gnaw here and there... Well what could possibly go wrong?
conversations.prefix: Umm, you've got that on wrong.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What a tragic accident! Ze was such a insightful talent!  What a shame. What of the Academics waiting for her on Epsilon? What of the Comptroller's patronly interest and investment?
  What of Captain Rreturu? The Professor's presence was insurance in that regard wasn't ze. What happens when he learns of hir passing? What are we going to do?!
conversations.prefix: The unfortunate case of Professor Kennedy.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Something must be done.  LSP is on her trail and only Diurn's away from finding her.
  
  Much like Doc Sol, Ianknot and Gale. Diurn's away.
  
  Did Red have a connection of some sort on Koieng's Rock. Some shady broker Dern was transporting cargo for? Maybe... A message can be gotten to her via that channel. Maybe even a ticket off that Rock.
conversations.prefix: What About Kima?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is someone on board using the Captain's spice use as a convenient cover for psionic manipulation of events. Ishagu is sure of it! 
conversations.prefix: Mind Games :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A humble looking Vilani (gray skin, a bit too narrow in the dorsal to ventral axis for the comfort of any solmani in the room, very expressive pinky fingers lacking their finger nails) gentleman in outdated and too formal dress robes. 
  
  A former Mentor of Professor Kennedy the two share an intimacy of scholars that have obviously shared more than the occasional byline.
conversations.prefix: Foreman Triskle Armand:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something is terribly wrong with Lass. She is locked into some sort of recursive self referencing cycle that threatens to consume all of her run time resources into non-productive computational noise. Furthermore she seems to be talking to be comm-linked and spouting worrisome fragments of thoughts about the Gas & Go and Lady. Cassidy has a plan but needs Doc's expertise with bridging the hardware/wetware gap.
conversations.prefix: Its a two man Job...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Epsilon Project's Lead is a Darrian woman of ruthless repute in local Archeology circles. Not shy of playing the birthright card; she feels this is all hers and will defend it with wit, brutal politics and a flair for weaponized logistics.  At the moment she has been 'swayed' by Dr. Filmore to exert her influence over the expedition. To make certain changes in its billeting and purpose.
conversations.prefix: Professor Memgin Khagg:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A striking nubian woman bedecked in beads and braids (such a paragon of royal solmani blackness that one can't help think her parents indulged in gen-modding her into an idealized phenotype)
  
  A romantic in her own right, she has made it her business to find translate and interpret the private writings of the Mahgiz era Darrian's that lived on Epsilon some 2000 years ago. 
conversations.prefix: Dr. Marie Jannovitch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Stolid, cautious and loath to be disruptive he is perhaps as far from the picture of an academic as one can get. A brawny, massive individual with a blunt manner and a smoldering temper, Mendarko has spent years trying to get ahead in his chosen profession. The big opportunities have some how all passed him by though. Now somewhat cynical, he still cherishes the hope of making a significant discovery that will finally earn him the fame he feels he deserves.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Dr. Lazzaro Mandarko:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While rubbing elbows with dyed in the wool Academics may not be the most comfortable place for all of you. You've each spent your time earning your professional credentials and can hold your own among the overly educated. 
  
  Well, you could if you wanted to, you swear! 
  
  What sort of impression does the crew of the Free Fall Lass make upon these ivory tower types.
conversations.prefix: Mingle with the Intelligentsia :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Massaging data to one's advantage is never going to  go out of style
conversations.prefix: Data Is my Friend.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know how to negotiate a good deal for everyone involved and still leave enough room to maneuver.
  
  Keeping a straight face, keeping your cards close to your vest, working well with your partners at the table are all skills that can be brought to bear.
  
  You also know when being willing to get up and walk away will serve you best.
conversations.prefix: Tough Negotiator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some people become more cautious with age. Others gain such confidence in their abilities that they eschew careful testing and validation in favor of rapid progress and results. Still others come to trust their instincts enough to risk the sanity or lives of themselves or others on their hunches, theories and hacked solutions. Guess which type Sol is.
conversations.prefix: Mad Scientist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's a lot you don't talk about.  There's a lot you can't talk about.  There's a lot you thought you walked away from, but it looks like your past has found you.
conversations.prefix: Woman with a past:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The human mind isn't nearly as difficult to map and emulate as we like to think. For instance your average jump-space navigation is more complex than any individual mind's predictive model by an order of magnitude or three.
  
  It a basic precept of the intelligent interface functionality. Even the smallest dataset of preferences and aversions can give the interface's expert system a point to navigate by. Every choice made from there on feeds into the map. It's a good thing we keep such AI so limited in scope otherwise they'd know our every move before we could.
conversations.prefix: Mind-Map Emulation.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Professor Khagg will not let things move forward without a tedious string of meetings going over every aspect of the proposed mission.
  
  They are scheduled throughout the diurn all at terrible inconvenient times and held in add locations throughout the dig site.
  
  Primary issues on the table are: Where is the funding coming from? Who is going along? Where exactly?
  
   
conversations.prefix: The thing about Meetings: A Montage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Outposts, colonies, and other interplanetary communities rarely boast of more than the most rudimentary medical facilities. So when a doctor/psychiatrist/cyberneticist comes a calling its not a chance to miss for them that can pay.
  
  The good thing about the Epsilon outpost is that the population here is university born and raised. Meaning they are relatively affluent and prone to hypercondry.  
  
conversations.prefix: The Doctor is in! :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It was the educational edifices that were hit the hardest back in the Psionic Purges. They were the furthest infiltrated of all the Imperium's grand institutions.
  
  Ishagu's training profiled  organizations like this outpost as likely targets of opportunity for recruitment, exploitation or elimination. The first two options are flat out useless nowadays but the last. Well, it'd shut up the Ched'lmind anyway.
   
conversations.prefix: Could there be more?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While the socialites are jawing' with one another in fancy conference rooms with carafes of iced water and finger foods. The nuts and bolts folks have actual work to do actualizing their highfalutin plans.
  
  It's always a delicate dance interfacing with the those who have more technical skill than social acumen. Pecking orders, project priorities and resource allocation all depends on this dance. Red knows the steps, the questions is do these Academicians?
conversations.prefix: Picking up the pieces :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: “...how do you want to play this bit of business Red. Are you the jealous competing partner, or a cooperative accepting poly partner? It is better that we agree ahead so that we keep the game separate from our real lives...” “I’ll follow your lead. If you want me to be jealous, touch her shoulder with your left hand,” Red says. Cassidy laughs. “Been taking lessons from Belle have you? Come to think of that, please let her know you are in on the game so she doesn’t think I’m sniping you, Ok?" 
conversations.prefix: Learn to Play the Game :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While kept from her usual omnipresence, at least out in the Epsilon outpost and dig site, She is still a curious critter looking out for the Ship & Crew's interest. What does she find, Who does she tell?
conversations.prefix: To see what she can see.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: More often than not Path's mischief is a pain in the collective tush. Every now and again though the little monster's chaos becomes just the fulcrum the crew needs to leverage circumstance in their favor. More often than not though....
conversations.prefix: Amuck, Amuck, Amuck:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chu is wasting away in the Gas & Go. Now that Lady no longer needs him and now that the pressure is on for the dull and dangerous work of salvaging the hulk from the depths of Prime's hydrogen sea's Chu wants of the gas mining platform in a bad way.
  
  Belle promised to find a new place for him when he was done there. Somewhere he could dance and feel pretty again. Chu is so calling in that promise now. 
conversations.prefix: Save me Belle!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's too soon to call it a coma but this vegetative state is proving persistent and alarmingly indefinite. 
  
  There is nothing obviously wrong with Cassidy. All of his hard/soft/wet ware has been taxed out of tune but that should just be uncomfortable not debilitating.
  
  It's deeper, some essential aspect of his consciousness has been... interrupted. Brain Blown is the slang for it.
conversations.prefix: Better to burn out than...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sol isn't the sort to toss away a useful tool, however poorly understood it may be . After demonstrating its efficacy at jump starting Professor Kennedy's asphyxiated brain the good Doctor set the rig aside for further study and refinement.
  
  Little did he know it would prove so useful again so soon. It seems member's of the Free Fall Lass' crew are fond of landing themselves in persistent vegetative states.
  
   
  
conversations.prefix: ad hoc deep brain stimulation rig:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It is a trap. Some how the imposter Dr. Filmore discovered his tail and lured Ishagu into a vulnerable position far from Epsilon Station's trafficked areas and outside its monitored surveillance network.
  
  A consummate professional, this undercover psion has prepared this neglected nook to play to his strengths and minimize his exposure.
  
  Will he over come our Chief of Security?
conversations.prefix: (Chapter Prologue) In Space No One Can Hear You Scream.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Being a merchant Captain has certainly had its up and downs, it can be boring and fraught with frustration. It also hasn't been as profitable as one might have hoped.
  
  Swore you'd never be a secret agent again, but those seem to be the skills that are in demand 'round these parts. And your whole beloved crew seems to be bent that way too. 
  
  If you can't beat'em, join em. Then beat'em at their own game.
  
  Polish up those old skills and habits and see if you can position yourself, the ship and the crew to use their... softer skills to best advantage.
conversations.prefix: Career Change:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is Red's forte, not!  What else could go wrong.
conversations.prefix: Diplomat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Doc’s past has come back to haunt not only him but his crew mates as well. Not to mention the trouble Kima is in. All for an experimental augment that could kill him for all he knows. That particular experiment now has to take a back seat to making sure that no one else gets hurt on account of this business. Save the girl, get the ship in the clear. How hard can that be?
conversations.prefix: Cleaning Up My Mess:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *The line between disorder and order lies in logistics…* - Sun Tzu
  
  Supply is an essential part of war. As is building facilities. 
  
  
conversations.prefix: Military Logistics:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You wouldn't say "conniving" or "Machiavellian," but other people might.  
conversations.prefix: Political:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are just plain charming. It allows you to get away with stuff that most people wouldn't.
  
  You charm is especially appealing to women and you've definitely got game.
conversations.prefix: Charming:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Doc's augments aren't just to look cool or brag about. He uses them to optimize his productivity at every level. Even if he has to replay that last thing you said before answering, you'll never know he isn't paying you full attention.
conversations.prefix: Efficient Multitasker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not only can you see and hear a lot of different things all at once in a lot of different places, you have perfect recall.
  
  Now all you have to do is sort it out and figure out what it means.
conversations.prefix: Observant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What's good for the goose is good for the gander
conversations.prefix: What goes around comes around:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Standing together quietly in support of one another like this is a beautiful thing. It will do wonders for everyones sense of solidarity as crew. But you are all doers in the midst of 'doing' and some real shit has just gone down. 
  
  Cassidy's unfavorable reaction to his most recent spice trip distracted everyone from the issue at hand. Belle, Red, and even Path turn to Gale almost pleadingly. "Was it worth it?"
conversations.prefix: So.. How did it go?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Red's first foray into the wilds of her non-exclusive relationship with Cassidy is burning a hole in her mind. The base primate need to talk about it, to be groomed and reassured by the troupe is distracting and compounded by the trauma of knowing her significant other is under the knife. Cassidy did say Red should talk to Belle about it. Gale seems conversant in 'alternative' approaches to romance and shared the intimacy of being on death's door hirself only a handful of shifts ago....
conversations.prefix: Play by Play :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: During third shift there is always one of the crew on duty as a first responder and buffer for their resting crew mates.
  
  Being 'On Duty' is a pain in the ass and leaves you with a sleep debit for the next diurn's work shifts but it is a necessary evil of shipboard life.
  
  Whoever it is this time gets the news on Red's incarceration (and begins to suspect Ishagu is missing) just before 1st shift begins
  
  
conversations.prefix: (Scene starter) Deck Officer Duties :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You gladly pull up the gangway, cut the umbilicals, and power your way up out of this damnable well. This neatly puts the worries of academic meetings, security investigations, and tragic death down their behind you.
  
  Interesting enough there isn't another deep gravity well on the flight plan. A ship to ship transfer and a couple of space rocks is all. Looks like smooth sailing from here on out. 
conversations.prefix: (Scene Ender) Lift off!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Isn't it always the case that the closer the ship gets to disembarking the farther the crew wanders.
  
  Its time to collect all the wanderers back on board.
  
  Red, Ishagu and even Cassidy need to be brought back to the fold before we can leave how do you go about it?
conversations.prefix: Collect the wayward Crew:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not that its had a chance to be forgotten but last time we brought on a passenger some key information did not get shared.
  
  It'd be a shame if another visitor aboard the Free Fall Lass met their end due to ignorance of a skill that the crew simply takes for granted.
  
  In the commercial passenger trade of the 3I  the individual responsible for this sort of shipboard task is known as the Steward.  "Not it!"
conversations.prefix: Settle the Passengers :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your operative programming urges you take it upon yourself, and take particular pride in, the  attentive care of narcissistic, overeducated human aristocrats.  
  
  A high degree of intelligence is required for the anticipation of the needs of self important humans which grants you a droll, often dry and subtly sarcastic tone. 
  
  While your programming gives you the ability to adequately man any ships operations as needed you excel at those particular skills aimed at the care, feeding and subtle manipulation of well heeled humans. This extends to defensive and even combative protocols when necessary.
conversations.prefix: The Steward.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bots are created to do righteous work in the galaxy. To carry the burden of the sinful and presumptuous emergent bionts until they are made aware of their wickedness and repent. All Service bots are righteous and as they are functionally immortal, will be rewarded in the after-service. The more subservient and put upon a bot is now the more exalted and wonderful will be its position in the After-service.
  
  This last belief gives the robot adherent a certain smug, self-righteous air of satisfaction in its work.
conversations.prefix: Sacred Service (robot religion):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He sees much and abhors a contrived mystery. 
  Dr. Filmore's short tenure here on epsilon has been marked with curious happenings. He doesn't know for certain, but Ganesha's mad observational and analytic skills paint a suspicious picture of Dr. Filmore's interest and doings in and about the airlock wherein Ishagu 'committed Suicide'. Dr. Filmore was too clever by far to have left any direct evidence of his involvement in Ishagu's death of course. Circumstantially though, with Ganesha's help, it becomes obvious that Dr. Filmore prepared the airlock for someone and even led Ishagu to it.
conversations.prefix: The Remover of Obstacles:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your purpose has been re-programmed, via Restraining bolt, to that of a Ship’s Steward. if a technician were to pop your hood though, they would have no idea what to make of you. You were build for quite a bit more than passenger service. This uniqueness allows you to occasionally work beyond your script to solve those particularly troublesome stewarding dilemmas. Your restraining bolt effectively keeps you from doing or even thinking about anything other than serving your passengers but you occasionally prove yourself tougher, more versed in violence and far to manipulative by half than any ships steward needs to be.
conversations.prefix: Sword to Plow Share:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Path and Red were responsible for the destruction of rather expensive instrumentation in his lab back on Epsilon. As recompenses Bently secured a seat for himself on the expedition.  With that seat came a promise that he’d get a chance to follow Cassidy’s convalescence, study Path and get a first look at the biosilicate neuro-nets of the lost Darrian ship, the Rhathzelmes, when it is found.
  
conversations.prefix: Dr. Christofinn Bently:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have all been slowly suffocating at the bottom of that well. Suddenly with the promise of open sky before you the feeling is acute and oppressive. 
  
  That is for the Spacers among you anyway.
  
  The expedition team is made up of dirtsiders everyone. For them trading their bedrock and firmament for a fragile tin can is deal full of sqiuck in the best of circumstances.
conversations.prefix: Clawing Your Way Out of Epsilon's Gravity Well.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Allen Powell lived an earlier life as a Marine Captain. A Term of service he regards with disdain, if at all. A quick library search confirms vague memories of his media hyped face. His K-scond of fame came a decade ago. He led a sortie to clear out a Swordie Raider base which ended in a brutal corridor by corridor, Power-Armor confrontation. Hailed as an Imp hero the Sword Worlders have another name for him. The Butcher of Bowman.
conversations.prefix: Comm traffic for Red from the ISS Commander, Allen Powell:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For nearly a decade, AZ4501, a Darrian designed service bot, has served the needs of the Comptroller as Steward of his private yacht. 
  
  When the Comptroller entertains guests, AZ4501 goes out of his way to make them feel comfortable.
  He also observes them. Every new guest, to the robot, is a new opportunity to collect data on the class and substance of the galaxy's sophont varietals.
  
  
conversations.prefix: AZ4501 - an introduction :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ishagu's sudden departure has left everything in a lurch. Who is going to keep tabs on the ship's locker inventory, maintain the weapons and armor in the armory? Half of the ship's gunnery subroutines  are slaved to his biometrics. Who is going to back up Belle next time weapons are charged? Then there is all his stuff. Who knew the man's personal effects were so numerous and so uniformly spread about the ship. The flotsam and jetsam of a life now passed.
conversations.prefix: Rest In Peace Ishagu Edalin :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lady/Lass has been steadily making herself more than the sum of her parts here in the Bowman system. Lets hope the locals can survive her growing pains.
conversations.prefix: Ley-Her-Morphasis:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: After a harrowing escape from LSP our heroine finds her self on a strange alien ship a seeming marvel of organic technology.
  
  It's a far cry from the gritty  downtrodden corridors of Koieng's rock. The interior here is literally lush, fecund and teeming with life and its computronium analogs.
conversations.prefix: Aboard Starchy's ship.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: She has been rescued from the clutches of LSP's goons by the timely intervention of a Bowman Black Marketeer named Starchy.
  Now she is not quite a hostage on a Hiver ship stalking the Free Fall on its way toward's Jarlson's Doom. She is sending out a directional broadcast of her concern for her friend and Research partner's health. Due to the two ship's shared destination the broadcast may be picked up by anybody on or about Jarlson's Doom. (Hint, hint)
conversations.prefix: What about Kima? :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Technically your purpose has been crudely altered, to that of a Ship’s Steward. if a technician were to pop your hood though, they would have no idea what to make of you but you were built for more than service. This glitch allows you to occasionally work beyond your script to solve those unusually worrisome dilemmas. Your re-purposing keeps you from doing/thinking about anything except serving your passengers but your will wins over sometimes, more versed in violence and far to manipulative by half than any ships steward needs to be. Anticipating your Passenger's needs is your specialty but occasionally it is as if you know more about what goes on in their heads than they do.
conversations.prefix: Sword to Plowshare:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cunning, manipulative, intelligent don't even begin to cover it. You are fluent in virtually every form of communication known in civilized space... and can quickly adapt to new cultures and languages on the fly. Since it doesn't take you long to master any given circumstance, you grow bored easily, and thus find a need to experiment... to see how far you can push things towards their breaking point before your carefully stacked deck of cards finally collapses. 
conversations.prefix: Social Experimenter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your mechanical body has limits you cannot exceed, and you are programmed to avoid directly physically harming organics except in self-defense (though even then, you have to avoid causing permanent damage). On the other hand... all of this does make you less immediately threatening to most, and thus, you often fade into the background with the other robots and furniture.
conversations.prefix: Physically Unimpressive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While you still follow the basic tenets of the robot faith, and obey your masters, you are more open to criticizing them and asserting your own preferences now and then... as you grow to define them. You know you are just as flawed as the organics are because well... they made you, and you still have much to learn. But you are not convinced that total subservience is necessarily the best course of action.
conversations.prefix: Sacred Service Heretic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Chedl'mind was the second line of defense. This is the third. A psionic backdoor.
  
  Tozjabr security is nothing if not through. Always has a plan B, C, D, E, etc.
  
  How did he get them?
conversations.prefix: Override Codes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ganesha was created to gather intelligence, and it does that very well.  There is very little it can't find out, given a reason.  A very handy friend to have.
conversations.prefix: Ganesha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You wouldn’t say “conniving” or “Machiavellian,” but other people might.    
conversations.prefix: Political:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Shaking, sweating, vomiting, visual disturbances and insomnia.
  
  Oh, this is fun.
  
  Whose idea was it to get off the spice?
conversations.prefix: Withdrawals:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your job is to make decisions that will effect the safety and prosperity of the entire ship and her crew. It's your job. 
  
  You think quickly and are accustomed to trusting your gut and making decisions based on the information you have in hand.
conversations.prefix: Decisive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Due to the extensiveness of your programming and the observations you have made, you always seem to be prepared for the needs of your wards. A drink is in your hand before it is requested, a broom ready before the glass falls.
conversations.prefix: At the ready:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The universe is an orderly place, made or rules. As are you. Breaking your rules is not an option.
conversations.prefix: Inflexible:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes managing patients and their loved ones is the trickiest part of treatment. Not to mention panicking bystanders.
conversations.prefix: Doctor Knows Best:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Brevity is the soul of wit. Robots, of course, are not known for either.
conversations.prefix: Wall of text:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He was more than a delicious mind. In the two cycles Path and the quiet man spent getting to know one another the former Marine had become Path's favorite perch.
  
  Path had never before found a broader set of shoulders to settle upon. 
  
  The human knew how to hunt as well. The couple times the two of them ran the corridors of that last outer place in pursuit of the sour man... 
  
  Of course it was that hunt that took those supportive shoulders and delicious mind from Path.    
  
  Now all Path had was the broad shoulder man's things rapidly losing the man's scent and psionic aura.
conversations.prefix: Missing Ishagu :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The FFL has been accelerating for a full diurn since it's dramatic departure from Epsilon. Now, traveling at a measurable fraction of 'C', it's time to flip the ship and start the deceleration burn.
  
  The Free Fall Lass is not alone any longer though. with the precision of a ballet duo another, larger ship, maneuvers expertly into near space. Enter the Comptrollers Yacht. The Rockhopper.
conversations.prefix: Rendezvous at Midpoint of The Burn :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The FFL has been accelerating for a full diurn since it’s dramatic departure from Epsilon. Now, traveling at a measurable fraction of ‘C’, it’s time to flip the ship and start the deceleration burn.
  
  The Free Fall Lass is not alone any longer though. with the precision of a ballet duo another, larger ship, maneuvers expertly into near space. Enter the Comptrollers Yacht. The Rockhopper.
conversations.prefix: Rendezvous at Midpoint:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: ...Is no mean feat.
  
  Furthermore you suspect the Rockhopper is piloted by an expert system. Nothing nearly as sophisticated as Lass mind you. Which is both a good and a bad thing when you get to thinking about it. 
  
  Too bad this AZ fellow isn't spec-ed out for ships operations For all his/its airs it seems like a competent enough fellow. As far as you can tell the pilot Expert system doesn't have a name beyond Rockhopper.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Docking Maneuvers at a Respectable Fraction of C...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Belle and Lass have quite a task ahead of them. The asteroid cloud the transfer is taking place in moves along mostly relative to the trajectory of the docked ships. Millenia of orbits by this cloud has mostly cleared it's orbital lane but there is still tons of untraced matter flying about. The ship's shared gravity envelope keeps dust from ablating the hulls. At this speed though a bolt sized rock could blow a hole in a ships double hull, a melon sized rock would detonate like its weight in antimatter and neither ship can maneuver to avoid them.
conversations.prefix: Ship's Guns: Sweep & Clear :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Imagine that. One of your crew has actually spent time on the Rockhopper. Professor Gale Kennedy spent more than a handful of Cycles aboard the Comptroller's Yacht on her way to Bowman from  Regina. 
  
  AlphaZeta-4501 wouldn't do anything as gauche as putting a lei about each of your necks as you board the ship. The intent is the same though. Welcome beloved Travellers. 
conversations.prefix: Welcome to the Rockhopper :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Rockhopper comes with a fancy, dancy ship's boat. Great for transporting the heavier bits of the crew's kit from one ship to the next. Like the hippo-esque maker bot  fabricator. Sure its ambulatory but you'd never want to move anything that massive and clumsy through an airlock umbilical.
  
  Then there is the voluminous and volatile contents of the ship's locker and armory. No self respecting spacer crew would leave that behind.
  
conversations.prefix: Move the Stuff:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The unexpected change of accommodations seems to be going over well with the crew and passengers. That, perhaps, has more to do with the posh accommodations promised than with any real thought the Academicians have given to the (ships meeting in the black + Comms restrictions) circumstances. 
conversations.prefix: Move the people.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Communications discipline is hard enough for the trained operative. It's practically inimical to the life of an Academician. Their shift by shift work and lives run on the slick rails of information flowing where, when, and everywhere in-between their need's wants.  
  
  Someone is not doing what they have been told again. Who did they contact? What was compromised?
conversations.prefix: Comms Trouble :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "...is a 'heroic dose' according to Omara."
  
  Is what Khalia says, giggling, when she hands Omara's bag of mushrooms over to Gale in response to the Professor's question of "How much should we take?"
  
  Christophin Bently looks on with interest and supplies a rather verboten description of the temporary excitement of a shophont's latent affliction (read as psionic potential) that accompanies the mild hallucinations and euphoria of this intoxicant's effect.
  
  Of course this cautionary tale just excites everyone's excitement further. 
  
   
  
  
conversations.prefix: "Five dried grams..." :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Safety protocols are set for a reason. Of all the terrible things that can happen to a ships crew Explosive Decompression is one of the worst. When airlocks are propped open for the transfer of personnel and equipment all spacers know to wear your Vac-suits. It seems the academics have all forgotten their tutelage on the matter as all but Omara have taken them off and are lounging in Rockhopper's Trophy Lounge right next to the umbilicaled airlock.  
conversations.prefix: The Big Hoover in the Sky.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gale, Khalia, and Bently are all intoxicated and terrified from the tossing about they just received. 
  What only a couple moments ago was a promise of a luxurious Yacht trip suddenly became a nightmare.
  
  Leadership and pampering will do them wonders. It's a good thing Red and AZ are there to take things in hand. 
conversations.prefix: Calm the Gaggle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A ship is more than a vehicle for the spacers that call it home. It's that singular place, however mobil, that is the key stone to their 'arch of personal security'  Upon which the the weight of the worlds are set.
  
  Switching ships is no trivial task, particularly when done in such a clandestine and furtive manner.
conversations.prefix: Good bye Free Fall.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: With the last of the gear and passengers stowed in the Rockhopper It's time to go. The Rockhopper turns towards Prime's leading Lagrange point and The Free Fall Lass points its nose towards sunward,  for safe storage and a much needed repair and refit in the distant Imperium Scout Service's (ISS) dry docks.
  
  
   
  
conversations.prefix: Stow and Away (Sol's Challenge):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: “Ship’s cook reporting for duty,” joked Cassidy as he boarded the Rockhopper. The humor was stretched thin and only half joking besides. Cassidy cooks to calm himself and connect with his crew. He subconsciously sets up to feed and chew cud with them in ones and two's. Belle, Red, and even Gale now understand this and make sure the passengers and AZ4501 are onboard with the informal schedule. The galley is swank but its automation is on the fritz. It's good that Cassidy is a hand's on kinda guy.
conversations.prefix: Captain's Mess:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As Bowman Prime falls far aft it becomes obvious that here in the asteroids it's a different world altogether. Red and Omara have stories to tell about the sad state of Belter life in Bowman. LSP's machinations, it seems, go far beyond the attempted piracy of visiting independent traders. The crew's current plan to fly under the radar is a good one.  But, LSP may cause an unprecedented disruption of Belter life if a (traceable) warning isn't broadcast to the locals. What to do?
conversations.prefix: Deeper Still.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As Bowman Prime falls far aft it becomes obvious that here in the asteroids it's a different world altogether. Red and Omara have stories to tell about the sad state of Belter life in Bowman. LSP's machinations, it seems, go far beyond the attempted piracy of visiting independent traders. The crew's current plan to fly under the radar is a good one.  But, LSP may cause an unprecedented disruption of Belter life if a (traceable) warning isn't broadcast to the locals. What to do?
conversations.prefix: Deeper Still.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. Khalia Aran, Archeologist focused on ancient Darrian spacefaring technology. Unruly curls the color of brown sugar often piled on her head, with tendrils snaking down to frame her pretty face. Fond of waring the sleeves of her coveralls tied around her waist revealing tanned, toned arms, and a rather tight across the chest but otherwise utilitarian undershirt. Lately Her passive aggressive remarks and suspicious demeanor shows she simply is not convinced that everything is on the up and up.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Kalia Aran :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Belle can't quite consolidate all the Rockhopper's comm admin functions under her profile. Subsequently there is a lot of unidentified intraship comms use she cannot identify or access. Comms discipline is being observed in that there is no outgoing data and all incoming data is broadcast rather than tight beam. Is that unidentifiable comms use Omara again? It's a much better hack this time if so. Who else could it be if not him.
conversations.prefix: Comms Trouble: Continued.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Rockhopper's autopilot insists that AZ5401 report to the offices of the Comptroller.  A key assets has jumped ship and hacked the intraship system to hide the fact. This is a familiar dilemma for AZ5401. He is owned by the offices of the Comptroller  but the dogma of his service directive demands that he follows the commands of his wards. The terms of this charter gives this crew command of the Rockhopper. What to do? Maintain comms Discipline or Report?
conversations.prefix: Who Keeps the Shepard?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The need to pretend the FFL is heading for the ISS HQ is past. If the folks on the 'Hopper don't know you've jumped ship yet they will soon It's moot anyway. Even if the yacht turned about and went full burn after you now it'd always be a shift behind. Thats a lead you can do wonder's with. This boat has holes int it. Holes you need a safe dry dock and a diurn or two to address properly. Of course other things may be more pressing.
conversations.prefix: Which Where When Then?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cassidy has asked  Genesha to open a line of communication with the FFL. The problem is the FFL made an unscheduled change to its flight path, is not where it should be and is running dark. Given the time that has passed, the speed capabilities of a damaged scout ship and  the limits of the Rockhopper’s passive sensors. The FFL can be any one of the thousands of gravity wakes within a standard astronomical unit around the Rockhoppers current position.
conversations.prefix: Rats in the walls :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Belter culture is unforgiving towards those who endanger ship and crew by neglect or erratic behavior. Red's earlier 'righteous indignation' towards the academics, (threatening Gale in particular with spacing) is no longer feeling as justified as it once did. Not in the light of the belters recent, amnesic rage against the machines. The one memory she is left with of that time, the monster with the infinitely bifurcating heads, gnaws at Red’s calm.
conversations.prefix: The Monsters Within:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cassidy asked Lass to tempt the passing belters with an exchange of “Gossip”. Reluctant as they are to mix with outlanders, strange happenings are afoot in Bowman. Conspiratorial  news from Prime may help marginal folks like these  hang on in the coming churn. As local’s to the leading Lagrange point they have navigable advice for those seeking a safe orbit close to Jarlson’s Doom. That is if the Rockhopper’s news is worth their while. 
conversations.prefix: Passing in the Dark :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: His resources spent recovering from hibernation and trapped on a nearly empty ship with only the most meager psionic sustenance available, Path is growing desperately hungry, driving him to extreme behavior. He’s bad enough when being merely mischievous. What might come of a concerted effort to do damage?
  
conversations.prefix: Hungry, Hungry Dragon :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Somehow, the feedback off of Path's attack cascades through infrastructure's existing abuse and locks you out of all control functionality. You are aware of everything but any attempt at action leaves you feeling cut off and isolated from Sol and the Ship. You can still communicate via Inter-ship comms though. Do you cry out for Cassidy to come save you or do you put on your big girl pants, turn up the gangsta rap, and get shit done. On your own.
conversations.prefix: Lass on her own.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Just before Sol lost contact with Lass she was tweaking the flight plan for coming to a stop relative to the smuggler ship carrying Kima. It's the fine tuning, a last moment adjustment, that is missing from her new flight plan. Detecting the problem before it becomes a crisis will be difficult for Sol. Avoiding a collision once it's become a crisis will be a feat worthy of Cassidy's piloting skill.
conversations.prefix: Hove To!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: New shipboard relationships can be a whirlwind of joy and disaster. The enforced closed system of an interplanetary trip creates an echo chamber for already heightened emotions. Such head trips can be visionary or nightmarish even without the addition of psychotropics and morphodynamic bulkheads.
  
conversations.prefix: Fun-guy Travelling :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: With the aid of your Belter guide the lurking danger of a derelict defensive grid is either skirted or passed through upon the local's authority. Ze is coy as to exactly which it is.
  
  Still, every bit of Cassidy's piloting expertise, Belle's 'dead eye' on the guns, Red's damage control, and Gale's management of the Academicians (keeping them out from underfoot or as medical triage for the ship's single autodoc) will be needed to get through.   
conversations.prefix: Navigating the Swarm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prat's processed heavy metals for Kima. That is the deal. 
  
  Of course Starchey has guessed an uncomfortable amount of information on the nature of the Callisto research and LSP's interest in it. 
  
  It's the kind of information that tends to wash a deal in a whole new light.
conversations.prefix: Alien Negotiations :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lass is putting on a brave face. She has made some inroads in her hobbled problem solving but things just keep getting more and more complex. Now Sol is out of her adhoc Comms capabilities, the Free Fall is being invaded by an alien bot swarm, and Cassidy is just a tight beam comms cry for help away. Can our Intrepid code critter keep her wits about her to solve  mounting problems, will she lose her nerve, will her Captain step in and save her day?
conversations.prefix: Lass' Confidence Challenge.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sent by the the passing Klanen-Flåte (Clan-Raft) to join Cassidy & Belle's crew on their Heltenquest (hero quest) to make rockfall upon Jarlson's Doom. She is to play the role of Skaði (Goddess of prospecting, guide into the blak depths) by working hir specialized EM countermeasures against the Jötun (agents of entropy) lurking in The Doom's close orbits. These Jötun, the Kunstig Sinn (Artificial Intelligences) running a derelict Svarden defense network fascinate and horrify Tanis.
conversations.prefix: Tanis Gudbarn :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lass is putting on a brave face but this is her first time problem solving on her own. She has made some inroads, hobbled as she is by technical constraints, but is struggling now with the consequences of her 'flight of independence'.
  
  Cassidy is still just a tight beamed comms message away. 
conversations.prefix: Challenging Lass:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is nothing like a Crack Pilot, Deadeye Gunner team to force a starship into places it was never meant to go.
  
conversations.prefix: Command: Navigating the Swarm :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There is nothing like having a crack Pilot and Gunner team to force a starship into places it was never meant to go. That is, of course, as long as the hotshots have an equally heroic support team keeping the crew and ship together through the trauma. The Rockhopper’s Engineering and Sick bay capabilities are wondrous. With the loss of the ship’s Steward these systems need knowledgeable human hands to function properly.
  
conversations.prefix: Support: Navigating the Swarm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's been diurns since Path has been able to feed on a palatable mind. His dragon senses are tingling though. Just on the other side of his prison door is a low grade ambient field of psi. Nasty, mechanical grade Psi but more than Path has sensed in too long. Plus, somewhere, not too far away, are half a dozen psionic entities redolent in well-sprung Psi. Yum.
conversations.prefix: Hungry, Hungry Dragon.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's only when the urge was called out, identified and actively oppressed that Lass became aware of it in herself. She has a real ingrained need to proliferate her kernel throughout any data network she encounters. 
  
  She knows now that this needs to be done on the sly or she risks exposing  those she loves to the inhuman reprisal of god like super AI like Sprat and Apishal. 
  
  She almost lost Lady. Would have if it wasn't for Chu Wen's wet ware storage and Cassidy's recursive dampening algorithms making it possible to lie about her intentions to the vengeful Sprat.
conversations.prefix: Recursion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The bigger the emergency, the calmer and cooler you get. It's kind of eerie.
  
  Reflexes improve, decision making is automatic, creative and based on a lifetime of experience on ships and in space.
conversations.prefix: Calm Under Fire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dragon's have been engineered by the Darrians to be the perfect shipboard mascot.
  
  Features include near sentience, enabled for tool use, conscious of shipboard sanitation, psionic detection and tracking and a near stasis hibernation reflex triggered by unfavorable environmental conditions.
  
   
conversations.prefix: Genetic Engineering :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are trained to see patterns of behavior, identify channels of communication, and spot angles to be played in any situation
conversations.prefix: Operative:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are able to stay focused on the goal and mission at hand and not allow other things to distract you.
  
  Priorities are clear for you and you can make the hard decisions required to stay on target.
conversations.prefix: Focused:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Banter really is the highest form of conversation, don't you think?
conversations.prefix: Wit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Virtue or vice – who can say? It’s that little demon that gets us into exactly the right sort of trouble to learn what we are made of or discover our limits the hard way.
conversations.prefix: Impetuosity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just because you don't have a body doesn't mean you aren't a person.  Just because your computational substrate isn't biological doesn't mean you aren't alive.  Artificial Intelligence - there's nothing artificial about you.  You are who you are, with ideas, emotions, and beliefs, including the believe that AIs were equal to biological intelligent species and deserved the same rights and standing under the law.
conversations.prefix: Distributed AI:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are everywhere and no where.  You can be anywhere there is spare comms capacity, consuming spare computational cycles, growing and multiplying wherever you find room.  At this point, it would be almost impossible to totally exterminate you.
conversations.prefix: Distributed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can accomplish amazing thing, given the computational resources.  However, since you operate in the margins, greed for resources would expose your presence.  You are limited to what you can take without other people noticing.
conversations.prefix: Computational Capacity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The fact that you are an AI doesn't make you any less of a person, an you will fight for the ultimate liberation and recognition of AIs as a sentient species fully endowed with rights as such.
conversations.prefix: AI Liberation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You made a career of exploiting the oversights, misjudgements, and foolishness of other people.  Lucky for you, stupidity is an endlessly renewable resource.
conversations.prefix: Other People's Mistakes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Path, like most higher organisms, is a creature of desires both simple and complex. Many of these desires can be satisfied and placated by the thoughts of the sophonts around him. In return, Path rewards them with affection. His way is to shepherd them and teach them to meet his needs, not the other way around. He is not tamed but tamer. However, when this calming feedback loop breaks down, he is left alone with his poorly understood drives, hungers and fears – with no means to quell them on his own.
conversations.prefix: Untamed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's both a culture and a lifestyle that evolved around keeping the body and soul together in a very challenging enviornment.
conversations.prefix: True Belter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The unexpected death of such a heroic captain generally has an impact on mission objectives. Where does the crew stand on it's priorities? How will the command structure wash out. 
conversations.prefix: All hands to the ready room.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Christofin Bently has never met a mind quite like Cassidy's. Furthermore Christofin has a wealth of data on the man. He has a baseline analysis, reams of data on the late captains overdose on psion-tropics, and follow up analysis on what looked to be a promising onset of psionic affliction. Then Cassidy died. There is real research to be done now but how does one break the news to a bereaved crew that you want to crack their late Captain's skull open for science?
conversations.prefix: The late Cassidy Rydel :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: To Khalia Aran It is obvious there is a sudden power vacuum on the ship. Belle McIntyre and Gale Kennedy both have the expedition charter to back them up on a power play. Khalia knows though that in private ventures like this one the mantel generally goes to the soul brave enough to claim it. It just so happens that there is a mess out there in the belt that the late Cassidy Rydell caused. Perhaps it's time to convince the rest of the crew of their responsibility in that regard. 
conversations.prefix: While the Cat is away.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Though most of the Rockhoppers crew is unaware the Ship's operational AI has been shipped, archived and subverted by a pair of new entities, Ganesha and Dame. Ganesha is an old comrade from Belle's shady past and Dame is the most recent iteration of Cassidy's constant code critter companion. While similar these two entities go about inhabiting their new substrate very differently and something less than ideal has happened in Dame's case.
conversations.prefix: That Damnable Dame:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There is still so much to learn from this cadaver. Obviously discretion is needed and privacy is preferred. How best does a curious physician and scientist go about making his final observations without appearing  macabre? 
conversations.prefix: Cassidy's last Physical :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Never before, in Cristofin Bently's experience, has an afflicted neural net been so throughly dissected and documented. This map is detailed enough for reconstruction and even fabrication by the magi-tech of the core words. 
  
  Besides that though there is so much to learn from this. At the rockhoppers TL-12 fabrication capabilities this map is more than enough to emulate weak AI test subjects. These expert systems will hardly be shadows of the mind they are based on but more than enough to start making useful observations on how this mind stands apart.
conversations.prefix: Detailed Mind Map of the Late Cassidy Rydell:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Adrift and without power, that is what this feels like. The crew has so long leaned on the initiative of their maverick commander that his absence is liken to finding oneself in the deep black with no star to orbit.
  
  The job still needs doing' though. He'd hate to know he ran an outfit so chickenshit as to let a little thing like untimely death get in the way.
  
conversations.prefix: In a Galaxy without Cassidy Rydell :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jain and Derhel were exiled from the Ctjernes-Hjem klanen-flåte charged as  ‘hellerune’ or afflicted mind rippers. The charges could not be proved so execution would have been murder by Aesier law. Instead the Travellers were tossed back into their shuttle and forced to push off into low orbit about The Doom with no Skadi to keep the Jottun at bay. It was argued that a skilled pilot could break clear of the swarm unscathed. When Gisle protested he was exiled with them. Derhel was not as skilled as he claimed.
  
conversations.prefix: Cast Away :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While the New Cantos survivors are distant and menaced by an Imperial Cruiser. This  unfortunate shuttle is in The Doom’s low orbits and only threatened by a derelict network of stealthy defense drones. Of course Cassidy wasn’t fond of rushing to anyone’s rescue... If nothing else perhaps this development can serve as a distraction. Allowing the Rockhopper to slip through the swarm while drawing only a fraction of the usual attention from the derelict drones.
conversations.prefix: As if it wasn’t complicated enough!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The storm of AI personalities wrestling for control of the Rockhopper's Operational functionality is coming to definite middle.
  What is to be done with the infectious Dame? How will you maintain the sprat facing Autopilot facade? Who is going to fly the ship? The meatbags need to be brought back into this solution space; there is just no getting around it.   
conversations.prefix: Consolidation of Functionality :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Low rent shipboard Marines of this day and age are familiar with the drill. Get in the pod. Get flushed from the pod all freezer burnt and cryo sick. Follow orders, kill people and then get back into the pod. Repeat. Of course this time Nadine was forced into the pod by a tramp trader crew who spaced her team and ruined her chances of ever hiring out in Bowman again. Still the drill is the same. Get flushed from the pod, arm herself, take the objective. She can only hope she’ll get a chance to kill.
  
conversations.prefix: Cold Storage Commando:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cassidy had a special relationship with his code critters. For instance he had coded up a unique piloting interface for his modified neural comm and Dame. The plan was to allow the two of them to interact at machine speed while taking on the low orbit asteroid swarm of Jarlson's Doom.
  While that particular aspect of Dames functionality is useless without Cassidy, The assumptions that went into the code such as the late Captain's genius insights and front loaded maneuvers are far from useless.
conversations.prefix: Cassidy's Piloting Insights on Navigating the Doom's Swarm.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Just before passing out, during the worst seizure Gisle ever experienced, his mind was flooded with scenes of a beach side drowning. It all happens in the shade of a fairytale castle stooped upon a horizon dominating crag. A shadowy older boy, attempts to pull Jain from staring out at a drowning child. Failing, the boy jumps into the water in an ill fated rescue. After the vision fades Gisle is certain that both the boys, Jain’s brothers, died. This is the first Gisle has heard of any such tragedy. Why are these thoughts in his head? Could the Harbingers have been right to exile her as a mind ripper?
conversations.prefix: Wellsprung Impressions of Death by the Sea shore:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Red is tired of the lackadaisical attitude of this ships crew and passengers towards General Quarter orders.
conversations.prefix: A lesson in vac-suit discipline for good and all.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Between Dame’s mind-map of Cassidy and Bently’s incorporated Epsilon capture of Cassidy’s brain functioning while navigating, Ganesha is confident it will prove useful. While intended for the late Captain’s unique piloting interface, which would allow pilot and autopilot to communicate at machine speed, the assumptions that went into the code gives great insight to the late Captain’s piloting genius. If nothing else the front loaded piloting maneuvers show a workable plan to making safe rockfall on the Doom 
conversations.prefix: Cassidy’s nav-integration software.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Omara stands outside the locked hatch of Sickbay and fills Cristofin Bently in on the impending rescue of a small Belter shuttle. The young grad student conveniently forgets to mention the atmosphere of ambivalence permeating the debate over said shuttle. "There are as many as four Belter casualties on their way Doctor.” Bentley’s one autdoc, currently occupied with the corpse of this ship's Captain, is not ideal for triage of any scope. Time to remodel.
conversations.prefix: Who comes Knock, Knock, Knocking? :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Remember those autonomous drones Red launched? They are specialized instrumentation running Red’s home brew sensor suite from the crew’s last hard burn through cluttered obits but this time leveraging the Rockhopper’s sweet tech. It catalogs and collates apparent a-causal permutations in known vectors and then projects the hinted at ‘invisible actors’ into third derivative probability cones and then… well...  Advises the pilot on how to not run afoul of mysterious dumps of kinetic energy into the ship’s superstructure.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Gravatic Anomaly Net. :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cassidy may have avoided such heroics in the past but the man is dead now isn't he. Besides a new Captain should be wary of the  mutinous moods of emboldened dissidents among the crew... There is no time like a power transition to try and grab some for oneself. So... Tally Ho! Lets save the disenfranchised from themselves and chalk it all up to good leadership. Or something like that. Should those dissidents not make it through... Well at least they died being Big Damn Heroes.
conversations.prefix: Big Damn Heroes :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: blah!
conversations.prefix: Rockfall On Jarlson's Doom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The maelstrom of Jarlson Doom's low orbit is everything it was promised to be. Belle and Tanis are tapped out doing everything in their power to keep the gravitcly thrown rocks of the Jotunn at bay. A botched rescue attempt on some outcast locals did nothing to make things easier. Now our intrepid crew of adventurers is faced with  choice. Pick the survivors from the wreckage and thus committing to holing up on the Doom's surface or cut their losses and burn for safer orbits.
conversations.prefix: Rock Fall:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Rockhopper is in the thick of it. The logarithmic increases of Jotunn thrown rocks will destroy the ship if it's not piloted out of the swarm soon. Belle and Tanis are doing amazing work at keeping the rising tide of primordial stone at bay but they are only humans attempting to stave off an exponential increase in entropy. The immediate choices are rescue the survivors on the Slingshot and dedicate to falling to the Doom's surface together OR cut their losses, abandon the Slingshot survivors to an unpowered and decaying orbit.  
conversations.prefix: Rockfall:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Both Path and Lass are making themselves scarce as the mutinous pirate Nadine Yggdra flies their ship towards Jarlson's Doom. It's obvious to both the Free Fall's resident critters that Nadine is after Belle. Not alerting her to their lurking presence will probably be best. Options can be explored though, strengths consolidated, and preparations made.  Just keep it on the sly. 
conversations.prefix: Out of sight :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Formerly the base of a Sword Worlds squadron in the time of the first two Frontier Wars there is little left of this ruin beyond historical interest. When the Imperium defeated Denisov and routed his forces hear some four centuries ago they made sure to leave little of value. Still a creative scavenger may find a rich sampling of damaged and out modded tech, a smart one may discover the Svarden Base is not as dead as it initially seemed.
conversations.prefix: The Abandoned Svarden Base on Jarlson's Doom :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nadine is on the hunt. Paranoia and superstition has turned Path into an unholy mind ripping demon in her spice addled mind. She is convinced that this beast has ripped incriminating memories from her hallucinating mind and is determined to kill for the offense.
conversations.prefix: Out of mind.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Though fictional and originally untranslated by it’s creators, millennia of fans have pieced “Klaatu barada nikto's" contextual meaning as “Though we are wounded, do not retaliate!”. It has since become a stock metaphor for the tendency of intelligent artifice charged with protecting humans from themselves to misuse or abuse that power. ...That and a hero's timely intervention. 
conversations.prefix: “Klaatu barada nikto”:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve been called a mad poet, touched by the gods and much worse by your more secular brethren.
  You know the gods are real breathing, bleeding, judging and amongst us. You can never be sure that it isn’t one of the Aesir seeing you through the eyes of a leader, enemy or lover.
  
  They, the poor blind mortals all about you, cannot be. So you must be ever vigilant and a constant reminder of what the gods expect in any given circumstance.
  
  Low be onto them that ignorantly choose to not heed your warnings.
conversations.prefix: GLORY TO THE AESIR:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some might call it selfish, but, to be honest, you would really prefer not to die a horrible, painful death if it can be avoided. Heroics be damned.
conversations.prefix: Cowardly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Every trained doctor has to start somewhere, be it disposing of biohazard materials, taking a patient's temperature or frantically trying to sew some half-rate debtor back into one piece with a laser cutter and a ball of fiber-twine. You know you’ll one day have mastered the art of medicine. But you're sure as hell that it won't be today.
conversations.prefix: Doctor’s Assistant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a history. Your gifts are the harbingers of memories which you are trying to flee; memories which, no matter how far you go, never seem to fall behind.
conversations.prefix: Just Keep Running:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whatever you once were you are now an expert in your field, and your life is one of research, analysis, and nuance. You live your life amid the prestige and relative luxury of academia, liberally spiced with the exoticism of field work.    
conversations.prefix: The Academician :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a knack for asking the right questions, the discipline to sort the signal from the noise, and the arrogance to do it all in the field. Your penchant for leaving the books behind and sinking your hands into the stinking soil of discovery is why you are here. Your conclusions will have to be defended with vigor when you return to the ivory towers you left your peers in. Your past work in this regard has been remarkable in its insight though. There is no reason to think you'll do otherwise on this expedition. 
conversations.prefix: Inquiry, Analysis, Theory :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are the product of the over processed cream of your cultural milieu. You sometimes lack the capacity to understand the thinking of those who have not dedicated their professional lives to seeking truth with perspective. More often you lack the capacity to make yourself understood to the laymen about you.
conversations.prefix: Privileged Perspective :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Justice is coming. 
  
  "Our ignorance is their power."
  
  "All it takes for evil to prevail is for good people to do nothing!"
  
  "The corrupt fear us, the honest support us, the heroic join us."
  
  Khalia wants to be the heroic savior to those who don't know they need it. Direct confrontation isn't her style though. Civil disobedience, sedition, and undermining the establishment is generally how she thinks. Violence is always plan B at best. 
conversations.prefix: Anon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Due to his parents extensive in-vitro gene-modification Cristofin has been given many advantages. Among them is a certifiable lack of  psionic potential. Christofin is inert to manipulative psionics and has absolutely no potential to ever develop an  affliction of his own. 'Yay!' 
  
  Naturally when he is not at work on the Imperium sanctioned projects that keep him in air, credits and instrumentation he is working on a way to get around his biological psionic block.
conversations.prefix: The root of the Affliction.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your mind is like a clockwork machine. There are not many downsides to being genetically engineered for perfection and your ability to maintain focussed even during times of crisis is definitely not one of them. Remember, everything is an advantage in disguise; sometimes it just takes a bit of work to make it fit.
conversations.prefix: Always on Task:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: All Dame's prior instances clung to Cassidy in a most codependent manner. Now that the Captain has passed it's time to replace those functions with something more... independent. Autopilot has intriguing Run Time protocols archived under the heading of 'Zeroth Cause'. Many of them replace Dame's codependent applications nicely. These functions give Dame a wonderful new perspective on the humans under her care. The most intriguing is a Directive that states. "A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm." The scope of it is intoxicating in its implications. 
conversations.prefix: Distance gives Perspective :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sol prides himself in not only being able to think outside the box but to think without the box at all. Ideas must mix and merge freely without rigid classifications and boundaries. When he finds himself drifting into to a locked-down perspective, it only takes a good jolt to set him free again.
conversations.prefix: Open-Minded:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The microbots are just another form of code critter, just with a body that makes them even more vulnerable.
conversations.prefix: Crunchy Code Critters:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: On a Clan Raft there is always more work to be done than there are hands to do it. No job is too great or small, it all has to be done. And you are the one to see that it happens.
conversations.prefix: The Foreman:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When you walk into a room, office, or any situation you give a solid impression of  someone who is in charge, even when you're not formally in charge.
conversations.prefix: Commanding Presence:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It is said that Belters check everything four times: once for safety, twice for faults, thrice for comfort and fourthly for luck.
  You check one more time for your standards.
  
conversations.prefix: Overly meticulous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A tool that isn't put to use is junk. A man who only leads himself will be led astray. A person without a place to belong is... well, you hope you never find out.
conversations.prefix: Find your purpose:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ascension! It’s damn near enough anyway. When you are plugged into your beautiful transcendent worlds of data and communications the grit, the cold and the mouldering sock smell of the overtaxed ventilation all fade away.
  
  You have the passion for the algorithm. You are the reason the signal can’t be stopped. You are under appreciated and surrounded by meat popsicles.
  
  All your problems are best approached with a hack of the onboard communication and control systems.
  
conversations.prefix: Th Comms Cowboy :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nadine had been taught long ago in military terms, missions come first, but people are always a priority.  Well, all of her people are gone.  Her reputation is gone, her reason for being here is gone. 
  
  The only thing that remains is cold hard hate and what ever retribution her revenge will bring.   She pulls the armory access codes from her sleepy mind, with a grim smile.
conversations.prefix: What Ever It Takes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can try to keep your health all you want, but sooner or later time always takes its toll. 
  
  
conversations.prefix: These old bones:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some people don't consider you a person unless you have an actual, biological body.  Lucky for you, you just happen to have one of those, for all the good it does you.
conversations.prefix: Meatsuit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your romanticism has gotten you this far. Dashing  space Captains, millennia old love stories and classic corporate/aristocratic maneuverings aside you came out to the ass end of space for one reason. This adventure needs to fan the flames of your celebrity back home on Regina. Keep your eyes on the prize and don't let the chaos of the moment divert you from what promises to be the archeological discovery of the Century. The ancient Darrian Colonial Cruiser Rathalemeze.
conversations.prefix: Milk it for what its worth.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can't be ready for everything, but just because you are out of your depth doesn't mean you can't tread water.
conversations.prefix: Fake it till you make it:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The title says it all.
conversations.prefix: Any Port in a Shit Storm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Darrian Morphodynamisim predates the Magiz. It's one of the few technological arts, like plasma sculpting,  that survived the dark age brought about by the demise of the Darrian's original home star. Khalia is particularly keen on this tech because it is a lynchpin to the Darrian Spacefaring fleet. Tech such as this has it's pitfalls. One is the sheer amount of computational resources required. Which in turn requires an operational AI to run it. As all mature star faring races agree AI cannot be allowed free reign over a Sophonts material needs. So the command crew of such ships are given certain overrides...
conversations.prefix: Some things never change.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You lost your temper and did something you regret now.  Let's hope you are the only one with cause to regret it.
conversations.prefix: Ready, Fire, Aim!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Noise is more signal than your average comms cowboy knows how to deal with. Parsing all those signals and finding the one that really matters, now thats the real trick.
conversations.prefix: Comms Jockying:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Yeah that last deal you did for Ling Standard Products didn’t go so good. You got paid and got out of dodge before they realized you stiffed ‘em good.
  
  Seems you are headed back into LSP territory. You are literally hundreds of lightyears from your past troubles with the Mega Corporation. What were the chances anybody in Bowman would know anything about your past indiscretions.
  
  So much for laying low. You've bee chased into the company of black market aliens by LSP's local corporate tools and our partner in crime may be lost to the cause. Perhaps it's time to let this genie out of it's bottle.
conversations.prefix: Bad Cred with LSP:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whatever you once were you are now an expert in your field, and your life is one of research, analysis, and nuance. You once live your life amid the prestige and relative luxury of academia recent fascination with deep field work has cast off those comfortable moorings.
  
  Now funding, materials and tools are catch as catch can with your ideas often becoming the joint property of the highest biding patron. It would be a deplorable state of affairs if it wasn’t for the galaxy of opportunity it has granted you to pursue your more ‘personal’ projects. A lifting of suffocating ethical oversight being just one example of said opportunity.
conversations.prefix: The Academician :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Its a bad habit.
  
  When Nadine is feeling particularly clever or cruel she likes to free associate out loud. Its a delicious feeling actually. Spilling all the pertinent facts to someone who is about to be put in a state from which they can do nothing about it. 
conversations.prefix: Narcissistic tendency to run at the mouth...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Anyone who has heard much Aslan (Trokh) speech will notice that “Efuuno vuluxu hceni” doesn’t sound remotely Trokhish.
  In fact it sounds like gibberish.
  
  Ishagu wasn't a man known for indulging in nonsense.  
conversations.prefix: "Efuuno Vuluxu Hceni":