conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Solomon Wainwright knows more about the stormlands than anyone else alive. He’s also more than a little mad, but that kind of goes with the territory. He says he’s got business to discuss — a plan that’ll make y’all rich. It’s nothing you ain’t heard before; seems everybody on the planet these days is just one strike away from making their fortune. But this time feels different. There’s a gleam in Wainwright’s eye you’ve never seen before. If you had to put a name to it, you’d be inclined to say it was a look of vindication. Solomon Wainwright hit the mother lode.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some call you a fortune hunter. You like to think of yourself as an explorer and a scholar. The truth is somewhere between.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Desert Sage
  
  Suggested Weakness: Gambler
conversations.prefix: Prospector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A good hand with a blaster is always in demand out on the Frontier. You're one of the best there is.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Deadeye
  
  Suggested Weakness: Glory Hound
conversations.prefix: Gunslinger:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is the wilderness. Ain't no law here. It's kill or be killed, and you'd just as soon be the one doing the killing.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Quick as a Snake
  
  Suggested Weakness: Hunted
conversations.prefix: Outlaw:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're a troubleshooter for one of the syndicates. Murder. Arson. Theft. It ain't personal. Just business.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Colder'n Ice
  
  Suggested Weakness: Infamous
conversations.prefix: Company Agent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Damn fools, with their guns and their liquor, their greed and their feuds. When blood gets spilled and bones get broken, they all come looking to you.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Deft Hands
  
  Suggested Weakness: Lily-Livered
conversations.prefix: Frontier Doc:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're a businessman, and separating fools from their money is your trade. There's a fortune to be had on Everlorn, a planet of rubes ripe for the taking.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Silver-Tongued Devil
  
  Suggested Weakness: Consumptive
conversations.prefix: Swindler:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everlorn has become a den of wickedness and violence. Someone's got to show the people a better way — even if you've got to knock some heads together in the process.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Keen Judge O' Character
  
  Suggested Weakness: Hair Trigger
conversations.prefix: Preacher:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get a ship. Find a crew. Keep 'em flying, any way you can. That's your code.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: True Grit
  
  Suggested Weakness: Greenhorn
conversations.prefix: Spacer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've always had a knack for fixing things, and on Everlorn your skills are always in demand.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Good with Tools
  
  Suggested Weakness: Addict
conversations.prefix: Mechanic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People have a way of getting lost out on the Frontier. You're in the business of finding them.
  
  ...
  
  Suggested Strength: Expert Tracker
  
  Suggested Weakness: Hard Knocks
conversations.prefix: Bounty Hunter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can shoot a coin out of a man's hand at fifty paces, or part his hair with a knife.
conversations.prefix: Deadeye:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nobody ever gets the drop on you. They might as well be swimming through sand.
conversations.prefix: Quick as a Snake:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've stared Death in the eye more times than you can count, and the Reaper blinked every time. Nothing rattles you.
conversations.prefix: Colder'n Ice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your hands are swift and sure, whether you're picking a pocket, fixing delicate electronics, or sewing up a wound.
conversations.prefix: Deft Hands:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can charm a crowd, cheat a hanging, or melt a heart, all with just a few, well-spoken words.
conversations.prefix: Silver-Tongued Devil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can size most people up with just a look, and smell a lie a mile away.
conversations.prefix: Keen Judge O' Character:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're tougher than hull plate and mean as a sand dragon when your dander's up.
conversations.prefix: True Grit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's nothing you can't build or fix when you put your mind to it.
conversations.prefix: Good with Tools:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nobody gets away from you. Not for long. They can run, but they can't hide.
conversations.prefix: Expert Tracker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the desert almost as well as the natives. Drop you into the middle of the stormlands with nothing but a knife and the clothes on your back, and you'll do fine.
conversations.prefix: Desert Sage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe it's whiskey. Maybe it's a designer opiate or a dose of stims. Pick your poison. It's a need that never goes away.
conversations.prefix: Addict:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The dust has gotten into your lungs and left them scarred. You're dying, one painful cough at a time.
conversations.prefix: Consumptive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You'll risk everything on the turn of a single card and not bat an eye. Fortune favors the bold!
conversations.prefix: Gambler:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's folk on your trail who won't rest until you've paid for what you've done.
conversations.prefix: Hunted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got a black reputation on the Frontier. Maybe you earned it, maybe you didn't, but it's burned into your hide like a brand.
conversations.prefix: Infamous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's not that you're a coward, necessarily. You just put a very high value on your own skin.
conversations.prefix: Lily-Livered:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rich? Hell with that. You'd rather be famous. Money comes and goes, but glory lives forever.
conversations.prefix: Glory Hound:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a murderous temper, and it don't take much to set it off.
conversations.prefix: Hair Trigger:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A life of hard knocks has left its mark on you in the form of blaster scars and aching bones. Maybe you're getting too old for this.
conversations.prefix: Hard Knocks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everything you know about the Frontier you learned from a library download. On the ship. Just a few days ago. The rest you make up as you go.
conversations.prefix: Greenhorn:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've done some awful deeds in your time. Things you ain't proud of. Somehow, you got to make it right.
conversations.prefix: A Little Piece of Redemption:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They laughed at your ideas. Called you a fool. Prove 'em wrong.
conversations.prefix: Prove 'Em Wrong:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ain't nothin' too broke to fix if you got the knack. Take something broken and make it better than new.
conversations.prefix: Better Than New:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Justice? Revenge? Freedom? Hell with that. You're in it for the coin and a ticket off this rock.
conversations.prefix: The Golden Ticket:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Folk need to take a breath and put away their guns. Spilling blood ain't the answer.
conversations.prefix: Keep the Peace:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dance with the Devil. Walk up to the Grim Reaper and spit in his eye. That's how you know you're alive.
conversations.prefix: Dance with the Devil:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reputation is everything out on the Frontier. If you ain't the quickest gun, the sharpest eye, or the strongest arm, you ain't nothin'.
conversations.prefix: The Quick or the Dead:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Enough is enough. Someone's got to stand up for what's right.
conversations.prefix: Take a Stand:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Face it. There's some folks in this world that just need killin'.
conversations.prefix: Frontier Justice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Out here, you live and die by your word. You make a promise, you keep it, no matter the cost.
conversations.prefix: Your Word's Your Bond:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You owe someone big. Time to pay it back.
conversations.prefix: Pay a Debt:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some folk think they're above the law. Time to take one down.
conversations.prefix: Dead or Alive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One more taste. That'll cure what ails you. Maybe a drink, maybe a smoke, maybe a roll in the hay. You've got a powerful hunger to feed.
conversations.prefix: One More Taste:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your fortune's waiting for you out there in the dust. Hit the mother lode and you're set for life.
conversations.prefix: The Mother Lode:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is the big one. Pull this off and you can put your past behind you. Right?
conversations.prefix: Break the Bank:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make some coin. Get new gear.
conversations.prefix: Brand New Leather:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's secrets in the dust. Some new, some older'n time. See what you can learn.
conversations.prefix: Riddles in the Dust:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone's in need. If you won't help, who will?
conversations.prefix: Someone's Savior:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's folk on your trail who want you dead. Make your getaway. Leave 'em in the dust.
conversations.prefix: Cheat the Hangman:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Somebody's wronged you. Time to settle up.
conversations.prefix: Settle a Score:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A heavy, long-barrelled energy pistol, with a wooden grip and a scarred metal finish.
conversations.prefix: Blaster:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A handheld sensor unit that can perform a variety of functions: chemical analyzer, motion detector, depth reader, and so on.
conversations.prefix: Multisensor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A tough, durable overcoat that offers protection from Everlorn's ubiquitous dust. Comes with face mask and hood in case of storms.
conversations.prefix: Duster:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A well-stocked portable medkit that, in the hands of a trained user, can treat most illnesses and injuries.
conversations.prefix: Medikit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A large, heavy knife, with a single-edged, crystal blade that shimmers when activated.
conversations.prefix: Vibroknife:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A whip made of metal filaments charged by a low-level energy field. Can extend as far as four meters, and once coiled, can be locked in place.
conversations.prefix: Coilwhip:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A collection of precision tools, diagnostic devices, lubricants, solvents, and epoxies, useful for repairing any kind of Frontier tech.
conversations.prefix: Toolkit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Clears the eyes, sharpens the brain, opens the lungs; cures blemishes, boils, and warts. Removes unsightly stains and loosens rusted parts. A deal at half the price!
conversations.prefix: Snake Oil:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A coded map of some part of the stormlands, with symbols that might refer to ruins or seedbeds. It could be worth a fortune to whomever could decipher it.
conversations.prefix: Hand-Drawn Map:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A squat, tracked vehicle with dented side panels and a finicky engine. Carries sensor gear and can accommodate five people in questionable comfort.
conversations.prefix: Rover:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A dusty drinking hole, just off the main street. There's rooms in the back for cards or private conversation. Just don't sit with your back to the door.
conversations.prefix: Saloon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A hideout off the beaten path, where nobody'll think to look.
conversations.prefix: Bolt Hole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A permacrete landing pad for a spaceship, out by the edge of town.
conversations.prefix: Landing Bay D-41:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A repurposed hab unit with cells made of salvaged hull plate. Hot and dank, smelling of old piss and rotgut whisky.
conversations.prefix: City Jail:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A battered, one-room hab unit with buzzing lights, a couple coffin beds, and a wheezing air cycler.
conversations.prefix: Settler’s Hab Unit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A shabby boarding house near the center of town. Rates are by the hour.
conversations.prefix: Rundown Hotel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A wide, dusty track that cuts through the middle of town. A perfect place for a showdown.
conversations.prefix: Main Street:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A quartet of low, white domes and a mooring tower sit at the edge of town, shadowed by the bulk of a dozen electric-powered dirigibles.
conversations.prefix: Coach Station:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bone-white spires, older than human civilization, rise from the dust. What secrets lie within?
conversations.prefix: Desert Ruin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The camp has five sides, anchored by tall poles hung with restless chimes. Squat, hide tents huddle against the wind and dust.
conversations.prefix: Dholam Gar Camp:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Blaster bolts snap and sizzle through the air. Looks like a half-dozen desperados, and they want what you got.
conversations.prefix: Bushwhackers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Without warning, the skies darken, and the wind starts to howl. Dust chokes your throat. The storm could last a minute, or it could rage for hours. Can you ride it out?
conversations.prefix: Sandstorm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It happens in the blink of an eye: a splintering crash, then a roar as the roof falls in. You're trapped in darkness. How long until your air runs out?
conversations.prefix: Cave-In:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Shadowy figures move along the next ridge, gliding like ghosts through the dust. It's a Dholam Gar hunting party, and you're the prey.
conversations.prefix: Dholam Gar Hunting Party:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It was supposed to be an easy score, but you weren't expecting the soon-to-be-previous owner to be so protective.
conversations.prefix: Security:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You pushed your luck just a bit too far, and now there's a crowd of folks howling for blood. Time for some fast talking.
conversations.prefix: Angry Crowd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Somebody said the wrong thing. Shouts turned to shoves, and then somebody threw a punch.
conversations.prefix: Drunken Brawl:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been ducking this local gangster for a while now, but now he's got you cornered. You owe him big, and he says it's time to pay up.
conversations.prefix: Pay Up:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Dholam Gar have been here. They've laid traps to catch or kill trespassers. Can you get past them?
conversations.prefix: Spikes and Snares:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: No time to talk. No time to think. They're coming. Grab your gear and get the hell out of Dodge.
conversations.prefix: Hell for Leather:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Notorious prospector and speculator. Knows more about the stormlands than nearly anyone else on the planet. Wandering the dust can leave a mark on your mind, and Solomon, he's wandered his whole life.
conversations.prefix: Solomon Wainwright:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Daughter of one of Everlorn's first settlers and prospectors. Stoic, stong-willed, and sick of the salvage companies and their gun thugs.
conversations.prefix: Eve Fairweather:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of the most wanted outlaws in the Verge. A black-hearted villain, according to the wanted holos, and a scourge of the salvage companies in and around the Red Hills.
conversations.prefix: Caleb Thorne:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of Deadfall's most powerful crime bosses. Drugs, prostitution, smuggling — you name it, he's got a hand in it. Even the salvage companies are wary of him.
conversations.prefix: Silas Trask:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A ruthless and brutal claim jumper, rumored to have murdered at least eight men. Handsome, urbane, and cold as a snake. Employs a small gang of gun thugs as bodyguards.
conversations.prefix: Lucius Cutter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Senior boss for Ingersoll-Fujita Salvage. A giant of a man, with scarred knuckles and hard, deep-set eyes. His conscience was bought out by the company a long time ago.
conversations.prefix: Jubal Lang:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mistress of the Crescent Moon Bawdyhouse. Sharp-witted, acerbic, and brutally pragmatic. Deals in information as well as vice.
conversations.prefix: Hester Kyle:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A desert hunter, face hidden behind a leering war mask. Six human scalps hang from the hunter's belt. Will yours be the seventh?
conversations.prefix: Dholam Gar Hunter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A drunk company laborer, big as a hab unit, out looking to raise some hell.
conversations.prefix: Roughneck:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A swaggering hired gun with his hand on the butt of his custom blaster. His cold eyes dare you to reach for yours.
conversations.prefix: Gun Thug:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He's just a kid, but he's standing in the street with his hand on his blaster, and he's calling you out. Time to see who's the fastest gun in town.
conversations.prefix: Young Gun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Notorious prospector and speculator. Knows more about the stormlands than nearly anyone else on the planet. At least a little insane.
conversations.prefix: Solomon Wainwright:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Konrad tries to dress like a duster; long coat, hat, and goggles. But the details give him away. He's too neat, too clean, and the cloths are too expensive. Even that sheriff star he pinned on his own chest is too polished and golden. The blaster is real though, and so are the thugs in his wake.
conversations.prefix: Sheriff Konrad:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The paper is a mess of coordinates, badly drawn topography, and whiskey spills. Figuring out where this treasure is will take a bit of work.
conversations.prefix: Decode the Coordinates:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The sheriff's ship is clearly following you. Do you try to give them the slip, or see if you can make sure they won't be following you any further?
conversations.prefix: Lose a Tail:
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.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bounty Hunters find people for money. You find people for justice. Some call you a vigilante, others, a murderer. You call yourself a Reckoner, a righter of wrongs. 
conversations.prefix: Reckoner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ever seen the picture with the cop screaming at a kid and aiming a gun at him? Looks scary, doesn't it?
  
  What the pic doesn't show is the kids dirtbag parents who got caught dealing pinch, nor the fact that the kid had been pushing buttons trying to make things worse.
  
  It doesn't show the wife who took the two kids and instead of sharing custody, slapped him with a restraining order... because anything else and it looked like she was with a kid killer.
  
  It doesn't show the police scandal and the cop getting let go so the rest of the division doesn't look bad.
  
  Nope... doesn't show any of that. You wonder what ever happened to that cop? You keep wondering. I'm just going to spend more time with my whiskey.
  
conversations.prefix: Disgraced Cop:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Even though I lost my job, my wife and everything I cared about... I was a good cop back in the day. I graduated high in the academy and when it comes to firearms, detective work or anything like that, I've got more than my fair share of skills.
conversations.prefix: Police Training:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: After everything that's happened, you can't fault a guy for wanting to not remember, can you? 
  
  Now shut up and give me the stuff in the brown bottle. You know which one.
conversations.prefix: Lost in the bottle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People see my face, and they spit in it. People hear my name and scream the worst obsenities you've ever heard.
  
  Maybe bringing those dirtbags to justice would clear my name... likely not. Nobody cares about the truth... they just need someone to hate.
conversations.prefix: Is redemption possible?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Despite his illness, Gedeyon hadn't survived this long by being a fool. He was smart enough recognize an equation in front of him and to take the time to sort out the pieces that weren't on the table.
conversations.prefix: Calculating observer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A good tool can do almost any job. The right tool is even better.
conversations.prefix: Tools are Useful:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's best not to think about how far away the ground is, or the fact that there's absolutely nothing holding you up in the air. 
conversations.prefix: Fear of Flying:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes things go boom... and it's bad!
conversations.prefix: Boom: