conversations.from: system
conversations.value: *For weeks the Imperial Prefect Eugene Talmont has canvassed the streets of Mos Eisley, hoping to bolster the ranks of its police force. With Harvest Day approaching, Mos Eisley prepares for the citywide celebration of trade and hard won prosperity; thousands of desperate moisture farmers will converge on the spaceport flaunting their wares. It will be chaos. There will be crime.*
  
  *Today, the police station turns recruitment office. Talmont is keen to reap the rewards of his recent campaigning effort. 200 credits for Harvest Day and 25 credits a day after that, a stun pistol, badge, blast vest, and board in the old militia house all make for an attractive cadet package.*
  
  *The doors slide open. The Prefect emerges from the station, ready to meet the droves of new recruits. But there is only a sorry handful, a ragtag bunch, not even enough to form a line ...*
  
  ---
  
  Looking for 3 to 4 new recruits—the best of what's left who could be bothered.
  
  The story takes place just before the events of Episode VI: Return of the Jedi, and is based loosely on material published by West End Games (Mos Eisley Adventure Set). Feel free to use this module as a reference, but please do not read the *Harvest Day* or *The Passage from Perdition* adventures.
  
  Word limit is set at 300; use your words wisely. 
  
  Speed is Slow, one scene a week preferred.
  
  The tone of the game will be light, and I will select well written and interesting characters.
  
  I will try my best to promote the spirit of the Star Wars universe, however I don't intend be a stickler when it comes to canon or small inconsistencies.
  
  You can email any questions to kickerflynn @ gmail.com
  
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: State your current occupation, Cadet!: Explain yourself! And be quick about it!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why should we let you in, Cadet?: You can do what now?!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What's the matter with you, Cadet?: We gonna have a problem here?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What's a womp rat like you doing here, Cadet?: We got no room for loafers or bums!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Pinch: Abandoned moisture farm on Mos Eisley's fringe, now used for police training.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Birk Togon (optional): Thrice-failed cadet who is desperate to make the cut.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Inmates: Shooting practice!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Help Birk: Poor Birk. He forgot his stun pistol, shoes, and probably his underwear. 
  
  The man's a liability, but you can't help feeling sorry for the guy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mother and son: Nab one of 'em, and you'll probably get the other one too.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Danodels (Elias): Erri is here with his ma!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Observation: There's no Danodels, y'know.: And only Elias knows.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mos Eisley Cantina: THE place to be in Mos Eisley ...
  
  ... if you're looking for trouble.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Unwanted at"Tren"tion: Nice one Birk. 
  
  And now everyone's looking ....
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Observation: Gweev: Batooli has found him! 
  
  But why is he here?
  
  And who is he talking to?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Observation: Hermi Odle: You know him, not a bad guy.
  
  What's he doing here in a scummy place like this?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mozo Mui: Notorious bug-face bounty hunter.
  
  Currently  working for Jabba.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tail: Which way did Gweev go?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dotted line: Makeet wants to seal the deal.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hidden Blaster: Elias' trusty old blaster, neatly tucked away. 
  
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Datacard: A job from Jabba.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Blaster: Elias' trusty old blaster. 
  
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dexen's debt: A chance to get Dexen off the hook.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Confrontation in the shadows: Batooli is in a scuffle up ahead.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gweev Baphluun: He's got Batooli ... by the snout.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Answers: A datastick containing the answers to the exam.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Exam (Elias): A test on the Imperial Penal Reference.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Exam (Tren): A test on the Imperial Penal Reference.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Exam (Batooli): A test on the Imperial Penal Reference.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Exam (Roan): A test on the Imperial Penal Reference.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Private viewing (Elias): A chance to view the datacard's contents.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cantina Waitress: This is Mos Eisley, and when the daily bar fights break out everyone needs to be a bouncer.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Perceptive: Years of serving drinks to scum and lowlifes has taught me to read a situation quickly.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rebellious: I have issues with authority. Sometimes I just need to get things done my way.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get out of this hellhole: I've been on this forsaken hunk of rock all my life. I'm hoping this is my best chance at a ticket out of here.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hive Scout: Here from Kubindi on behalf of *Exotique Foodstuffs, Inc*  to find offworld arthropodic food resources to harvest.
  
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Nose for Trouble: As well as being endowed with typically refined olfactory senses, Batooli also has a knack for sniffing out secrets.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Curiosity Killed the Kubaz: Batooli is curious to a fault, a trait that often gets him into difficult situations.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Undercover: Batooli's really here on governmental business; trying to locate a Kubaz double-agent reportedly in the employ of Jabba the Hutt.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Inspiring Actor: You've grown up on holos and been star struck since childhood. You know you're destined to be the next big thing, if only you could get off this rock.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Man of a Thousand Faces: You can play anything from a Wookie to a Jawa, your ability to act is unparrallel. (Though in reality, most people just don't expect you're much harm, or think you might be simple)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Delusional: Your day dreams sometimes get away from you and you forget that you can't actually do what you think you can.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Point Farthest From: You were born to a poor family 'employed' by the Hutts, you live on an Outer Rim rock. You want so much more out of life and will take any chance to try something new and let nothing stop your dreams of adventure.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chiss Outcast: You didn't quite live up to your peoples exceptions. Whatever, they didn't live up to yours either. You now drift farther and farther away from home. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Combat: You may have left the Chiss behind, but they're training is still with you. Formidable in battles, shoot-outs, scuffles and bar-room brawls. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Harsh: More than rough around the edges, your choices and actions can be seen as cold and cruel. But then again, the whole *galaxy* is cold and cruel. Sometimes people learn the hard way.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Escape Your Past: Born to a high ranking family, your military career was posed to raise their influence among the Ruling Families. Until you left. They could still be looking for you...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Desert Tough: The strong are always trying to take advantage of the weak, and there is always money to be made on the margins. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Local Boy: When you spend an entire lifetime on a rock as small as Tatooine, you get to know everyone, and everyone knows you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Family Ties: Some of them don't know you, they know your brother: a junkie, a thief, and all around hard luck character.  Sometimes, they'll want you to settle his debts for him.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Family Matters: In spite of it all, your brother can be saved.  And if not him, your nieces and nephews are innocents with no crime greater than having a terrible father.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Stoic Mercenary: Ex-slave dancer, turned gladiator, turned mercenary.  Escaped and looking for sanctuary in the law.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Agility: My past as a dancer has made me light on my feet.  My speed and dexterity are far more lethal than brute strength, though I've plenty of that to go around, too.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Quick Temper: It doesn't take much to piss me off these days.  The sight of the weak being exploited makes me want to vaporize things.  Act first and think later, I always say.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wanted: No one would ever suspect a wanted criminal to be hiding amongst the law... surely? At least I have the authority to take down my own "wanted" posters.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Steady Hand: You might not be the fastest on the draw, but you were toting a pistol before most chubas could walk. Take a moment, squeeze the trigger, make the shot.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bad in a Crisis: Despite years of training, Batooli's best work only comes when he has time to plan or feels on top of the situation.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Seduction: My years as a slave dancer have taught me the ways of  swaying even the most volatile heart, be the target male, female... or something in between.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Seduction: My years as a slave dancer have taught me how to sway even the most violent heart, be they male, female... or something else entirely.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Spotlight.: As an actor, you naturally love being the centre of attention. You feel most at home when all eyes are on you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Too Old For This Krolp: You've been around the block a few times, in and out of more kinds of scrapes that you can count.  You've learned your lessons and you're ready.  You're always ready.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Blunt Force: Sometimes Batooli thinks a direct approach is the best approach. And sometimes that's really not the case.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Old Mentor: You've seen enough holovids to know every hero needs a mentor, someone old and grizzled, who reluctantly takes upon the role. Lucky for you, you have one.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mean Drunk: You can barely tolerate other people when you're sober, and a few drinks can really take the training wheels off your misanthropy.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Illiterate: Being a slave doesn't leave a lot of time for reading.  Besides, who bothers with reading anyway.  It's all holovids these days.  