conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The *CCS Durst*, like most Corrective Custody Ships, carries a particular type of cargo. Unlike most, however, this ship's destiny is not some floating prison strapped precariously to an asteroid. This ship is bound for a new world, *Superstia*. 
  
  Its inmates are due for release in the amount of time the ship would take to arrive at any of the usual prison facilities, however due to an unfortunate galactic stipulation the crew finds themselves at the mercy of a corrupt penal system not required to grant them return to a planet of their choice. In short, rather than return them to 'civilization' they are being given the summary ultimatum of "form your own, or perish."
  
  All of this, of course, was not what these citizens had in mind when they were sentenced. What neither the Galactic Judicial Council, Interstellar Corrections, nor the prisoner passengers had expected was the *Durst*'s long overdue Engine overhaul catching up to it. 
  
  The vehicle found itself stranded in Galactic Neutrality, and with less than zero loyalty to its passengers the crew bottled themselves in escape vehicles and jettisoned away at light speed to the nearest civilized planet leaving the *Durst* and its new inhabitants to fend for themselves. 
  
  
  
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  Hi! In this story Players will portray inmates in the *CCS Durst* trying to survive their abandonment. This will be a story about survival in a hostile environment, the quest for security and safety, and redemption of the past.
  
  Characters can be as human or alien as they choose, and I am even open to the option of non-living(i.e. android) characters.
  
  Feel free to create your own cards. I have provided a couple examples to assist. You're free to use mine if you like.
  
  Hope we can have some fun with this!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kingpin: You ran the show back on the homeworld, and had begun to expand to a few moons when Galactic Law Enforcement got ahold of you. Now you have a prime opportunity to display your talents.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Digital Fugitive: Your capacity for infiltrating, manipulating, and profiting from information networks became legendary under a name much more stylized than the one you wear now. Your skills are still hot, though.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Charismatic: You know your way around people and other species. You're attractive to a broad range of species deviations, and effortlessly influence individuals across cultural and biological boundaries.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Intuitive: You always seem to know the right route to take. Whether it's on the web, in the alleys of your homeworld, or the negotiating table your instinct is strong.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Naive: You were the victim more than the perpetrator in the crime that landed you on this ship. Moreover, you haven't learned much from it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cold: You aren't especially in touch with empathy for anyone, much less the criminals you're stuck in the middle of space with. Survive at any expense.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Survive: Regardless of who or what stands between you and touching down on a habitable planet, you plan on making it there.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make It Right: Regardless of the details of your past you're determined to do better for the future. These people could be the start of a new you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cell Corridor 2A: One of the many cell corridors on the *CCS Durst* and the temporary housing location of a dozen would be inhabitants of *Superstia*.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Corridor Hatch: The heavy door at the end of the Corridor has sealed itself shut. The hydraulics make it impossible to force open.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An Unlikely Crew: Get to know the rest of the Corridor 2A entombed neighborhood. Maybe you'll have a picnic on *Superstia* someday.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Ram's Horn: A Common Area and activity center aboard the CCS. It provides space for physical, emotional, and spiritual fitness of a sizeable variety.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mechanics: A few handy types whose crimes were harmless enough to permit them run of the ship. Organizing them towards a solution would go far in earning loyalty.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Infirmary Passcode: A keycard or passcode is required to access the infirmary beyond the lounge.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tenuous Alliance: You don't hate these people.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dispute: There appears to be some conflict between the Elder gentleman and one of the mechanics. It may prove to be more than a distraction if allowed to escalate.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: First Aid Kit: An assortment of emergency medical supplies. These were in use at the time the Durst was abandoned.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Communicator: A ship's communication device used for in hull vocal information exchange.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Corrections Operations Center: The bank of screens and controls for the Incarceration Sector of the Durst are housed here for coordination of Correctional Activity as well as providing a buffer between Incarceration and Piloting control functions.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Digital Devilry: Something has corrupted the Incarceration Sector command console and left the Corrections OpCenter blind and paralyzed. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Restore Life Support: Without functioning Life Support your escape has an end date. Get to the CON and deactivate the remote shutdown procedure.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Datapad: A portable computing device with customized connection ports and interface frequencies specifically designed for use on the Durst.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Space Chase: A ship whose engines are inoperable rarely wins this sort of thing.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trauma Gear: The good stuff only available in the dispensary. Medical supplies, pharmaceuticals, and other similar items.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Insider: A prisoner of Corridor 2B is attempting to find someone to help him with this Kelljoran League problem. They communicate via the corridor door maintenance terminal.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Insider: A prisoner of Corridor 2B is attempting to find someone to help him with this Kelljoran League problem. They communicate via the corridor door maintenance terminal.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tracked: The vessel is being tracked and actively pursued. Disabling the trace may only delay the pursuers. Manipulating the information is the best solution.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mad Scientist: Your crimes are intriguing and horrifying at the same time as they are effectively crimes against man *and* God. You went too far in the name of science and the law was content to keep you as far away from notes and chemicals and scalpels as they could.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mad Genius: Physics, biology, and knowledge are your play things. Your genius may be inaccessible to most of those around you, but that makes the benefits all the easier to reap as you outpace them.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Paranoia: The envious and the devious are all around you. AREN'T THEY? YOU CAN'T SEE THEM? Trust is something you can barely give to yourself.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rebuild: You were damned for your previous works. Your new attempts must survive. The costs will surely be higher this time but the price is meaningless when you have achieved the kind of immortality you know to be within reach.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Truth Seeker: Whether hidden on the web, behind a safe, or in someones head, information wants to be free. Getting that information out just happens to be your specialty. Sure, a few times its cost you big, and maybe that's how you ended up here, but that wont stop you for long.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Never Trust the Man: You have a hard time working for someone else. It's clear to you that anyone in power got there at the expense of others and you aren't that kind of sucker. No one tells you what to do.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make it right: At first the info was for sale to the highest bidder, and it didn't take long to make a small fortune. Then you stumbled on something big, something they didn't want anyone to know. Before you had a chance to realize there wasn't really a market for the data, they had you in chains and shuttled through the so-called justice system. But its not over yet.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Toymaker: You always had an uncanny connection with machines. The law did not like your Automated Crisis Resolution Devices, unfortunately. Now you're going to put that gift to a new use.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mechromancy: Your genius is for machinery and its puzzles. Given some parts and enough time, you can build or modify a solution to a problem.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Toys In The Attic: You are a perfectionist, and you struggle to let a puzzle or problem go until you win - even if it seems impossible.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Become One: You have been zero - inaction - since your arrest. This little trip to nowhere could be your chance to become one - to seize your own destiny and start again, free.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Epiphenominal Reductionist: The parts of a whole are so much more intriguing than the sum. It's all a combination of building blocks and natural algorithms to be toyed with and manipulated. If existence sprang from nothing, what can't be made manifest with a little bit of intention?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Elementary: An affinity for understanding the finer workings of the universe at large has led to a mastery understanding of chemistry, botany, and metallurgy. Generating something from the bits and pieces of nothing isn't as difficult as it seems if you know what you're working with.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's All The Same: You believe so much in your own ability to shape and shift existence around you with your understanding and science that you don't see the difference between an ally and a fine pile of soot at your feet. Dead or alive, carbon is carbon, correct?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Creationism: "We can be our own God. WE are both creator and created. We will mold this reality into our vision.. We will be unending. We will start by building a better 'us..' " 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Locks, well they at least buy you some time. : Lock picking has always been your hobby, figuring out how things work is what you do. The thing about physical locks is that you can actually feel your progress. Its all just simple mechanical engineering really.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: We All Have Limbs: You're certainly odd, but you look harmless enough - friendly, almost - and you can clearly fix machines. Surely helping you will help the others make it through this?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whats behind door number one: Who designs these locks anyway? Some fat lazy programmer that's who. Probably the same guy who is responsible for quality control. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Voice of Cold Reason: Tone, body language and the situation combine to make yours the cold, forceful, almost mechanical voice of logic.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Intense Paranoia: Just because you are paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't all out to get you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dangerous Schemes: Your mind is a labyrinthine place and there will always be a few cooler heads reluctant to follow you through that maze.