conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ***Transmission AA-0873FE***
  
  **Sender:** Unknown
  
  **Location:** Unknown
  
  **Timestamp:** 2892-11-22 – Alpha Universe
  
  *The fourth of July 2892, fourteen hundred years after Columbus brought the information of a new continent to the monarchy of Spain, man breached the barrier which separates our universe from the countless others. Man had officially reached the Third Columbia, after no more than a rough six hundred years of space travel. Yet at the time we did, we were forever change. As the first spaceship left earth to explore our wast galaxy, and later the universe, the Earth’s United States had no idea what the heritage of mankind would become. The clueless had inititated the era of space travel, and so the Second Columbia was instated. We were no longer planetbound, no longer limited by the borders Earth presented.*
  
  *It would take us another three hundred years before we finally abandoned Earth for good, leaving it for nothing but a seat of power. The EUS were left alone on earth during the glorious year of 2556, an October day, as a grand fleet of Class A civilisation ships left Earth’s orbit, reaching for promised lands and new civilisations. They left the shining sun behind them, still unaware that they would become a plague to thousand of worlds.* 
  
  *Many of the species whom had been visited by early scouts welcomed us with open arms, seeing as we were both physically and technologically superior, while the few races superior to us in technology quickly were banished from this universe. The ancient hunter which we were born to be had once again taken down the larger preys, only this time the mammoth were Mark IV battleships, and the spear was Niagara Torpedos of the third generation. Much like spears created a body void of life, the Niagara weapons effectively creating a black hole through the armadas that stood in our way. Within a century we had established a reputation of being warmongering parasites, living off the tears and blood of the species welcoming us as gods. Rightfully so, one might add. We had become the predator, and as we had destroyed Earth we were infesting our reality with an endless war.*
  
  *Yet now we are, if possible, even worse. As we opened the first Dimensional Gate using a similar technique as that in the Niagara Torpedos a whole new world opened. Scientists were baffled as something which can only be described as a dragon flew out, this despite conquering countless worlds within our own universe. A new world had been found, another universe still a virgin to the war we waged and another crusade was already issued. Now the question is, where will this end? For what are we, if not a plague upon the realities?*
  
  ***End Transmission***
  
  
  Third Columbia was reached just months ago, yet the breach has already ignited a firestorm of opinions. While some want to cling onto what once was cutting edge technology, others claimed that the Psytha changed everything.
  
  At first the essence was wild, untamed. Scientists were baffled by its existence, unable to trace its origin. The crystallic purple element had only been discovered on other realities, and only in minimal quantities. So, naturally, they tried every tool in their possession upon it, with unresting curiosity trying to find its use.
  
  The breakthrough came as they pulverised it, and then refined it using technology still untold. As the process was finished, they were left with a purple plasma, leaving no smell or trace behind it. After a myriad of techniques tried, they at last managed to find a use.
  
  The Psytha was a beacon, a tool in which energies coult accumulate into awesome force. In the beginning the effects were random, but with massive amount of training a few learned to master it. These became the Clerics, and the reign of the Earth's United States came to its peak. The purging of the *"subpar"* began, a word which to this day lacks an official definition.
  
  On the planet of Ocurus, refugee camps have sprung to life across the entirety of the cold, dry Aral Spine. You have found yourself here as well, be it to seek shelter, vengeance or to clasp onto what little safety you once had.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Life is but a series of roads, and you always seem to know which one to take. You only hope other will follow.
conversations.prefix: Wisdom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Behind you are countless miles, years and friendships, each granting you a little edge in your life.
conversations.prefix: Experience:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: From your mouth come the sweetest of lies, yet no one knows. Life has taught you not to trust anyone, expecially not yourself.
conversations.prefix: Charisma:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The weird is not that weird, once you get to touch it. With the ability to explain most of written, talked and mesmeric languages, you are sure to understand.
conversations.prefix: Linguism:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everywhere you go, you're second to arrive. No matter your story, people want to be around you, want to be like you. Use it carefully.
conversations.prefix: Reputation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've seen the worst, and it wasn't all that bad. Now few things bring fear to your heart, and what does often deserves that respect.
conversations.prefix: Fearlessness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kath promised you aid, as did her bodyguard. Capable both in combat and stealth, these elite Leonen would give their life if it meant the freedom from EUS.
conversations.prefix: Leonen Aid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Renowned for its high impact, low recoil barrel, the Class ICC Rifle poses a threat to whatever, or whoever, stands on the wrong side of it. Aptly named Keyring, it is a versatile weapon.
conversations.prefix: Class ICC Laser Rifle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You remember the commander's words, and your memory is keeping the secret passageways and hidden caches sacred. 
conversations.prefix: Commander's Knowledge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Aboard the ship someone is held, a individual of great importance. You have to find them, for your enemy's enemy is undoubtedly your friend.
conversations.prefix: Find the Prisoner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This card will grant you access to all but the helm of battleship Veneri.
conversations.prefix: Cell Level Security Card:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Camp Gamma is the heart of despair, and one of the many sites where men relying on technology alone has fled. Many of the refugees are opressed by the new government. Amongst the masses of human refugees hides a not unnoticable number of non-human refugees as well.
conversations.prefix: Camp Gamma:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Host to a myriad of refugee camps, the Alak Spine is one of many mountain ranges on the planet of Alak. Despite the rich wildlife present on most of the planet, the Alak Spine is rather lifeless and hosts only one small starport.
conversations.prefix: Alak Spine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Located on the easternmost part of the Alak Spine, Startport EES. IIV is the only starport within the spine, and with that the only place able to take anyone into or off the nearby camps and towns. No starships are located on the Starport, but at least a dozen transporters are docked here.
conversations.prefix: Starport EES. IIV:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The pen is mightier than the sword, the voice reigned supreme only by fate alone. These are your standards, and with a tounge in glittering silver you know how to convince any sentient being to near any action.
conversations.prefix: Quicksilver Tounge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some are capable of acts beyond the normal, and you are known for completing feats of strengths seemingly impossible. Your body is a temple of power, and your physical prowess is near unmatched.
conversations.prefix: Leonic Strength:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The shadows are your home, your sanctuary, your battleground. When you take care there are few able to see you, and fewer obstacles can sway your course to whatever prize you have set your eyes upon.
conversations.prefix: Shadowy Prowess:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The tools of a true magician is deciet, and what are you if not the best of the best? In your hands items suddenly dissappear, only to appear behind their head. Only the most aware are not tricked by you.
conversations.prefix: Illusionist Supreme:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Technology scares you. It scares you to the point that you will do anything to avoid it, and rely on more traditional tools, often leaving you behind.
conversations.prefix: Technophobia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ofcourse you can do it. You can do anything, anytime and anywhere. No man, creature or machine can stand in your way, or they will face your wrath.
conversations.prefix: Overconfident:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you are not the smoothest when it comes to communicating. More often than not gaining one friend results in a smaller army of enemies, if you even find that one friend.
conversations.prefix: Slippery Speech:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some mistakes are better left forgotten, but for you the sum of those mistakes are zero. Every minor setback dwells in your mind, nagging you and limiting you.
conversations.prefix: Dweller:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Her eyes glimmer, as does her wares. Zara is a convincing, beautiful merchant with goods of unknown origin and exceptional quality. While she strikes you as cold and secretive, you feel an odd sense of security and power.
conversations.prefix: Zara of Dark Diamonds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your past have suffered immense injustice, their reputation and lives defiled. Now you seek redemption against the EUS, and you will have it.
conversations.prefix: Bloodline Redemption:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While the Alpha Universe is in command of the EUS, and most known planets are under their control, you are sure there is something out there. Something more.
conversations.prefix: Sate Curiosity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: His face haunts you each night, and his actions echoes truer than ever in your mind. While his name escaped you, the vengeance he awoke never will.
conversations.prefix: Kill the Commander:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Weapons and war never suited you, much preferring the company of less fatal companions. While not afraid of combat, you cannot imagine yourself in it.
conversations.prefix: Pacifist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have always dreamt of leading, and now is your time. You will do anything to be granted a commanding position, to feel in charge of your friends, family and companions.
conversations.prefix: Gain Command:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Things around you have a tendency to break, and maybe it is more than fate having a grudge with you. You just seem unable to leave some things, mostly valuables ones, alone.
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nothing you say can convince them, not now, not never. It may be your voice, your tone or even your appearance, you do not know. It is just, *something*.
conversations.prefix: Distrusted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your race is doomed, being a group of inbred, clumsy idiots. You have but one goal, and that is to deeply and fully befriend an alien race. Maybe then will you stop doubting your existence.
conversations.prefix: Alien Assimilation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There must be a way, a tool to open another reality, another timeline. Your desperate search to flee this planet, universe and dimension will surely bring fruit soon enough.
conversations.prefix: Resettle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Rebellion needs an army, and while you seek not to lead it you will do anything to rise one. Through propagande, bribes, threats and love it will come together.
conversations.prefix: Foster an Army:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As the Niagara torpedes came online, the last line had been crossed. Humanity had proven over and over again that it is not to be in the possession of arms. You must end it.
conversations.prefix: Disarm the EUS:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mastery of Psytha quickly became a dream for you, and now it has come to the point of obsession. But, to master something you must first aquire it, and to learn from other's mistakes.
conversations.prefix: Master the Psytha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: With the EUS fighting against foes old and new, there is no one looking out for the refugees. So you took it upon yourself to find a safe haven where all of Alpha Universe rests.
conversations.prefix: Safeguard Alpha Universe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: With a coarse voice and boney mask, Iskk makes a dreadful appearance. Carrying a mix of Psytha induced equipped and high technology weapons, you quickly realise this is not a man you wish to fight.
conversations.prefix: Iskk, Blindborn Missionary:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Bloodlust class battleship, the Veneri spans a rough 500ft and comes armed with not only two torpedo chambers, but a myriad of assault pods and Nile class raycannons. Once manned by a full 45 marines, the now echoing halls of Veneri fuels the rumors that it has been put of duty, only on patrul duty.
conversations.prefix: Battleship Veneri:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Leonen from the Dehari galaxy, Kath fled to the planet of Orculu long before the Third Columbia. Haunted by a past few know, she emmits an aura of leadership and is not know to cooperate with those unwilling to risk their very lives.
conversations.prefix: Kath "Mother" Sharan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Born and raised a soldier, Joa'rkan is the supreme commander of EUS's forces on Orculu. Infamous for his short temper, and renowned for his prowess in combat Joa'rkan not only makes a formidable foe and ally, but an impressing soldier.
conversations.prefix: Commander Joa'rkan:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've fled from your past, carrying with you fear, experience and a will to find your place. Yet there is something nagging you, a feeling you would give anything to be freed of.
conversations.prefix: Refugee:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The EUS were not content with everyone's action, yet despite getting imprisoned you fled your cell. Knowing freedom is worth more than anything else, you are ready to fight for it.
conversations.prefix: Escapee:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Many took their chances when the open space became a frontier for the common man, and you were one of those. Now you bring the tales of distant worlds, and cruelties you wish to forget.
conversations.prefix: Explorer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Man is not kind, and upon seeing the cruelties your friends and officers did, you took the humane way out. Paranoia has yet to strike, yet you know there is someone out there looking for you.
conversations.prefix: Deserter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For you, the cruelties of man knows no limits. In your dream the scorching iron still makes it mark, the oxygen free zones make their silent apperance and their laughs echoes still.
conversations.prefix: Victim:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hunter for your abilities to see into the future, you joined outcasts from all across the galaxy. Now you're the one in charge of the future, the past and the present. You just hope you're not only lucky.
conversations.prefix: Seer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some people know your name, but most know the barrel of your rifle. While you're called cruel by your friends, deep within they know every action you take has a reason, be it money, love or friendship.
conversations.prefix: Cutthroat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your history is dark as the starless sky, and even though you would rather not talk about it, it gives you strength. You know there are people in situations worse, no matter what.
conversations.prefix: Freed Slave:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gold, slaves, ships. They name it, you got it. While some trades might be better left forgotten, you do know that everything has a price. And that you know just the man to sell it.
conversations.prefix: Marketeer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not from here, not from this reality. You came from a world breached by the EUS, only to find yourself thrown into the cold. Without friends or family, what will you do.
conversations.prefix: Outwordly:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Be it a scare, a birthmark or an odd accent, you have always been the odd one out. Standing out both in public and amongst friends, you are sure to leave a *special* impression.
conversations.prefix: Oddity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Quick to jump the trigger, and as quick to regret it. Time has never been your ally, and lacking this alligiance has gotten you many enemies.
conversations.prefix: Impatient:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In a world where everyone has to fight for a spot within, you have never been a strong contender. Not only have this led to you missing out on opportunities, but also put you in a lot of pain.
conversations.prefix: Shy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have met Psytha before, and it changed you. If you are given the ability to use it once more, you would know what to do, and would another being use its power you would see through any illusions.
conversations.prefix: Embraced by Psytha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know what a rifle is, where it's from and who it may kill, just by looking at it. Be it earthen, or from a foreign universe no tool of war is unknown for you. You are at home with a weapon in your hand.
conversations.prefix: Exotic Armsman:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Where the EUS lean upon high-technology weapons, you know that anything can become a weapon if used right. Stones, logs and old armor scraps are all formidable tools of pain in your hands.
conversations.prefix: Makeshift Warrior:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Massive and engulfed in a green mist, the N'cro is of unknown rank yet. Inside the ship has all the tools and altars of the Blindborn, a cult of Scytha Scientists seeking not only etarnal life at any cost, but an eternal sovereignity as well.
conversations.prefix: N'cro of the Blindborn:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The once central spire of Ocurus is now lit by the fires of battle. Above the miles high spire flies battleships, vengeance crusaders and countless fighters, where the EUS fights against a rebel makeshift army. It seems you've arrived in the nick of time.
conversations.prefix: Ocurus Spire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The plan was formed, it's goal grand and its ways masterfully laid out. Now, the only question is, what was the plan, and how are you to execute it?
conversations.prefix: Form the Plan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are kind, just and protective, something which shines through even the most rugged of appearances. People around you have a tendency to quickly grow fond of your company.
conversations.prefix: Warm by Heart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: At a young age you quickly learned to value your surroundings, something that grew as you did. Now your eyes can set apart trash from treasure, with naught but a quick glance, and without flinching.
conversations.prefix: Goldsight Eyes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ships are your passion, and perfection your dream. You not only decipher their model, points of weakness and hidden features within a minute, you would also undoubtedly know how to fly one.
conversations.prefix: Aviator's Touch:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Disarmed and confused, the EUS has lost control of Camp Gamma. Yet, time is of the essence, and you have to act now.
conversations.prefix: Gather the Camp:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The patrol, lead by the commander, was well armed and under no limits. To pass them, and with that reaching the core, they had to be defeated along with their commander. Time was of the essence, as was the will to kill. At this point, peace was no option.
conversations.prefix: Defeat the Patrol:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have got the location, the keycard and the momentum. While you do lack a name and a history, the foe of your enemy must certainly be a friend. Right?
conversations.prefix: Free the Prisoner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are split into several groups, and now you need each other more than ever.
conversations.prefix: Reunite:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The large glass window is unbreakable, but the supercomputers around you seem far from. It is high-tech and glaring with blinking lights.
conversations.prefix: Command Bridge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Large cranes and powertools litter the already cramped space, designed to launch and repair fighters almost instantaneously.
conversations.prefix: Fighter Hangar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The alarm has sprung, and any EUS personnel you are to find will try to kill you on sight, yet you know that are you to ensure your survival you must reach the control bridge, and that quickly.
conversations.prefix: Reach the Bridge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The corridors and hallways of the Veneri are straight yet seem to lead to a myriad of scattered chambers. While the lightning is good, the sight is limited by sharp corners.
conversations.prefix: Veneri Interior:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The EUS has barricaded themselves at the reactor. Behind their makeshift barricades you can see a man communicating with the reactor's computer.
conversations.prefix: Assault the Reactor:
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: There is a hole in the soul, a missing piece that can only be filled with knowledge of a lost past. You need to find someone like you, need to stop feeling lonley and different if you ever are going to find peace.
conversations.prefix: Return Home:
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: You are a natural strategic with a powerful mind. Your intellect allows you to exploit the weaknesses of your enemies. 
conversations.prefix: Nimble wits:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are good at seeing things, all sorts of things, and you can use this ability to your advantage. 
conversations.prefix: Observant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Without hesitation, and with knowledge of success, you move decisively towards your goal.
conversations.prefix: Decisive: