conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The Terminus Systems, 2185 (ca. *Mass Effect 2*).  The Reapers are a myth, or so the Council claims.  Shepard, or someone pretending to be her, seems to think otherwise.  But who cares about some political struggle halfway across the galaxy?  You still have a living to make, shipping cargo, doing odd jobs, or whatever it takes to survive.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Once a thriving neighborhood of Omega, the recent plague has driven the region into poverty.  No one gang controls the area, and firefights between the Blue Suns and the Blood Pack are common.  Curiously, they both give the district's clinic a wide berth.
conversations.prefix: Gozu District:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The throne from which Aria T'Loak rules her kingdom with an iron fist.  Also a thriving nightclub, where the worst scoundrels in the galaxy come to have a drink.  Probably the closest a sapient being could come to relaxation on Omega.  Not that you can relax here.  You'd get mugged in a heartbeat, if you were lucky.
conversations.prefix: Afterlife:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An ad-hoc system of airlocks and interlocking modular units forms a patchwork of docking points.  The lack of red tape makes Omega twice as efficient as Citadel Traffic, and probably just as safe, given the latter's budget.
conversations.prefix: Omega Docks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The self-proclaimed queen of Omega.  Not that anyone in their right mind would challenger her on that.  At least, not to her face.  Her low bullshit quota is legendary.
conversations.prefix: Aria T'Loak:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were a member of the Special Tasks Group.
  
  (*salarian*)
conversations.prefix: Agent:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You left Tuchanka in hopes of earning something from a galaxy that never wanted you.
  
  (*krogan*)
conversations.prefix: Mercenary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were a member of Cerberus.
  
  (*human*)
conversations.prefix: Operative:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You left the flotilla for your pilgrimage, but as of yet have not returned.
  
  (*quarian*)
conversations.prefix: Pilgrimage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have lived for a very long time.
  
  (*asari*)
conversations.prefix: Matriarch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were an enforcer for the Blue Suns.
  
  (*turian*)
conversations.prefix: Scoundrel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were forced from your homeworld by your own people.
  
  (*batarian*)
conversations.prefix: Exile:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your very existence is prohibited by Council law.
  
  (*AI - not geth*)
conversations.prefix: Outlaw:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have violated the Compact.
  
  (*drell*)
conversations.prefix: Oathbreaker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a preternatural talent for identifying lies and treachery.
conversations.prefix: Can't Fool Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know things.  Things which some people might not want known.  Things which some people might pay dearly to keep under wraps.
conversations.prefix: ...Such an Ugly Term:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know which hands to grease, and when to do it.
conversations.prefix: Bribery 101:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are physically strong.  Handy in a fistfight, perhaps less so in a firefight.
conversations.prefix: Strength:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have good reflexes and firearms training.
conversations.prefix: Agility:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You think the Terminus is like Council space?  Think again.
conversations.prefix: Naive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are weak, and easily bested in physical contests.  Perhaps not in a firefight, though.
conversations.prefix: Frail:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can barely walk a straight line, let alone pick a gun up and use it intelligently.
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know a fair bit about technology, but it runs deeper than that.  Things just seem to work better when you're around.
conversations.prefix: Technical Wizard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want nothing more than acceptance, either by your people or by those you have met.
conversations.prefix: Acceptance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want cold, hard, cash, and the things it can buy.  Why can't everything be so simple?
conversations.prefix: Materialism:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to leave the Terminus, perhaps to return to your people or perhaps for some other destination.  Maybe you just don't like the hand life dealt you.
conversations.prefix: Escape:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They say Illium is great for those who can afford it.  Nos Astra's docking fees are a classic example of that.  Its markets will buy and sell almost anything, for the right price.
conversations.prefix: Nos Astra:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cheap but reliable assault rifle.  Modular, upgradable, which is just marketing speak for "batteries not included."
  
  (*may be broken down into omni-gel*)
conversations.prefix: M-8 Avenger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've bought and sold more goods in more places than most people have even seen.
  
  (*volus*)
conversations.prefix: Merchant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A handy little wrist computer and minifacturing device.  Common enough, for those who can afford them.  
  
  (*minifacturing consumes omni-gel and can't be done "for free"*)
conversations.prefix: Omni-tool:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Telekinesis, basically.
  
  (*asset includes both a biotic amp and the ability to use it - discard if either is lost*)
conversations.prefix: Biotics:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nos Astra charges a significant fee to any spacecraft docking at their port.
conversations.prefix: Docking Fees:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A popular nightclub and hotel on Illium.  Also slang for a part of the asari body.
conversations.prefix: Azure:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to meet someone special, someone you can be with for the rest of your life.
conversations.prefix: Love:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Technology seems to break down the moment you so much as look at it.
conversations.prefix: Technobane:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Money, cash, whatever you want to call it.  It makes the galaxy go 'round.
  
  Take care not to spend it all in one place.  It never goes as far as one might expect.
conversations.prefix: Credits:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bored-looking batarian guard stands vigil outside the airlock to the freighter.  He appears to be alone.
conversations.prefix: Security Guard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A sniper rifle with a surprisingly good bang for your buck, if you can reliably make kill shots.  Otherwise, it's a bit too slow.
  
  *(may be broken down into omni-gel)*
conversations.prefix: M-92 Mantis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They're so mysterious.  You have to know, right?
conversations.prefix: Learn the Client's Identity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A fairly standard shotgun.
conversations.prefix: M-23 Katana:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You didn't bring a vehicle to carry the cargo in... but the rightful owner did.  How thoughtful.
conversations.prefix: Hijack the cargo ship:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The internal side of the Omega docks form a honeycomb within the bedrock of the station, patched together across centuries. It's technically possible to travel to almost any outer district simply by navigating these hollow docking channels.
conversations.prefix: Omega Docks (Off the Ground):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The previous owners of the cargo (and the ship it was inside) want their property back, and apparently they've hired some sort of private security as a second line of defense. The question now is, can you get out of dodge without destroying too much of the docks?
conversations.prefix: Merc-on-Merc:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get the cargo vessel away from the main docks and hide it away at the location Krak's provided - hopefully before things get even more out of hand - or anyone else decides to show up and shoot first. 
conversations.prefix: Out of Dodge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: These mercenaries are really - really - good. Could there be more to them than meets the eye? Seems like you've made a discovery...
conversations.prefix: More than Meets the Eye:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There may be information on this omni-tool that could lead to the identities of the mercenaries - and perhaps whoever hired them, but first you'll need to bypass some seriously incredible electronic countermeasures. 
conversations.prefix: Encrypted Omni-Tool:
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: You're bright, and incredibly good at picking up the truth of things - especially people's motivations.
conversations.prefix: Savvy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've got a weak heart - physically as well as emotionally. Your physical condition keeps you from reaching your dreams, and emotionally you're a wreck. 
conversations.prefix: Weak Heart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want artistic expression, true love, a lived philosophy - something that makes the universe make sense; something that gives your life meaning. 
conversations.prefix: Fulfillment:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't often carry out crimes yourself, but you help others plan out their crimes for a nominal fee, thus building up a decent network of contacts.
conversations.prefix: Consulting Criminal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You lost everything you ever knew, and you want to get even. And you're patient enough to wait however long it takes for the right circumstances to arise.
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
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: You have access to the Codex, a database of knowledge about the universe. You can pull up recorded knowledge of various subjects, but only what has been recorded.
conversations.prefix: Codex Knowledge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a hard time processing emotion, including identifying emotions in others. Not for lack of trying, but there is so much nuance your processors can't keep up.
conversations.prefix: Alexithymic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've survived the testing and training of one of the various facilities where human biotic potentials are gathered. The process was brutal and not everybody made it out - but you did... and then you kept going.
conversations.prefix: Test Subject:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can move things with your mind, including the ability to both store and release energy. While humans have mostly focused on raw power, other races show more that more refined potential exists.
conversations.prefix: Biotic Power:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Humans weren't meant to have this power. The effects of channeling it, the technology implanted to focus it, and the lasting effects of the training regimen have left you hurting in ways few others can understand.
conversations.prefix: Traumatized:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some dream, or song, or perhaps the subtlest sense of gravity has lead you out to the dark edge of the galaxy. Something is waiting for you here - but what?
conversations.prefix: Calling:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the basics of piloting shuttles and frigates.
conversations.prefix: Pilot: