conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Set immediately after the destruction of the second Death Star at the Battle of Endor, both the Rebellion and Empire are in chaos. The Rebellion is finding itself unable to properly manage the flood of new member planets from all across the galaxy, their meager parties stretched thin by piracy and fending off the sporadic attack from the remnants of the Empire slowly circling their strongholds. Troops and supplies are increasing at a breakneck speed, leaving the Rebellion without secure storage or training for the massive flood of resources hitting them. The push to overthrow Imperial fortresses has been less successful than originally thought, stemming mostly from the lack of adequate troops and ships, the Battle of Endor ambush destroying many important Rebellion fighters and ships.
  
  The Empire, having lost 10% of its troops in a single military blunder, are in a political, economic and military bind. The massive propaganda blow of losing yet another superweapon has caused many planets to move to throw off the yoke of the Empire, drawing down heavy bombardment from the remaining Star Destroyers, destroying even more precious resources badly needed to rebuild. Outer Rim ore barons, aggravated at the loss of capital and potential work on the second Death Star have gathered many allies to push back and reclaim Imperial outposts in the area with minimal casualties. Coruscant has descended into complete political anarchy, with Rebels and Imperials jockeying for power, sometimes leading to outright war in the streets of the former capital of the Republic.
  
  It has never been a better time to dance between the shadows of the wreckage of the Empire and the slowly growing light of the Rebellion. The Hutts have put forth massive bounties on both sides of the wars, looking to extract payment for damages dealt either by Luke Skywalker engineering the death of their favored son Jabba or the trillions of credits owed by the Empire for contracting and resource gathering. Smugglers and raiders well acquainted with punching through sophisticated Imperial blockades find the new chaos leaves the shaky supply lines to be easy pickings.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You won’t survive this warzone unarmored for long, find shelter!
conversations.prefix: Get to Safety :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You won’t survive this warzone unarmored for long, find shelter!
conversations.prefix: Get to Safety:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I've gone from a life of blasters and walkers and orders, to a life of blasters and contacts and freedom.
conversations.prefix: Ex-Stormtrooper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I qualified in weapons, armor, survival, 7 years of service, across multiple biomes.  Urban, rural, desert, swamp, standup fights and bug hunts.
conversations.prefix: Military training:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I watched men, good men, die because some twerp couldn't wait ten seconds
conversations.prefix: Dislike for authority:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I haven't had a cause for a while now, but I've got to believe in it.  Until I find one, just trying to make it to the next day.
conversations.prefix: Make it day to day:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He defected after the fall of the second second Death Star and it's existence was made public.
conversations.prefix: Ex-Stormtrooper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: After an unfortunate encounter with a wookie soldier he lost his left arm. He now has a replacement designed for military applications.
conversations.prefix: Prosthetic Arm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: After defecting he has trouble making decisions for himself. He has no primary directive or orders to fall back on. When pushed his most basic survival instincs tend to take over.
conversations.prefix: Broken Compass:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The remaining Empire loyalists have placed an open bounty on the heads of defectors. Unfortunately his arm makes him stick out like a sore thumb.
conversations.prefix: Hunted: