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Name: Emily Chrysanthemum
Age: 24
Place of Birth: Prometheus City, Kastra Prime, Kastra System
  • The Kastra system is one of the frontier systems at the very edges of human dominated space. Being so far from the core of human space, the Kastra system is a variable melting pot of various galactic species and cultures, notably the human colonizers and the native Kastrans, an aquatic race that populate the system’s oceans. Prometheus City is the largest land based city in the system, located across the largest archipelago of Kastra Prime, a largely oceanic planet.
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Species Info/Description:
  • Origin planet: Earth
  • Bipedal
  • Carbon based
  • Warm Blooded
Appearance Details:
Skills and Aptitudes:
  • Expert Linguist
    • Profile Excerpt: Possesses a working knowledge of a good amount of non-human languages, both currently in use and extinct
    • Rating: 2.6/5
      • Comments: "It took 3 hours to do a repair job on an Ehmu ship's engine that probably would have taken 20 minutes if we didn't have to keep backtracking and repairing things we broke in the process because she translated the repair manual wrong."
  • Experienced Interpreter and Translator
    • Profile Excerpt: Polyglot that is ready to bridge the gap between species
    • Rating: 2/5
      • Comments: "I remember one time when we were taking a break after a job, Emily went out and bought the entire crew a bottle of alcohol local to the planet. Well, she thought it was anyways. Turns out it was more like nail polish remover than booze and none of us, including Emily, found out until we all got sick as dogs a few minutes after drinking."
Self-Reported Skills:
  • Professional puzzle solver
  • Connoisseur of ancient cultures
  • Good swimmer
Last Job Completed & Client Review:
Job Classification: Expedition
Job Description: We’re looking for Spacelancers to perform an expedition at a derelict Ehmu research station abandoned a few decades prior to retrieve data on a vaccine for a disease currently sweeping the Ehmu core systems.
Job Status: Complete
Client Review: 3/5
Client Comments: “The data was partially corrupted on delivery and the crew had sustained gunshot injuries. 50% of job commission went towards the crew’s treatment bill at a local hospital.”
Crew Comments: “She pressed the button to activate the security system misreading it as the button to shut it off.”

Cause of Unemployment:
Termination Report T005721: Emily Chrysanthemum
Reasons for Termination: Dangerous and Haphazard Conduct
Additional Comments by Acting Supervisor: When translating a message between crew members and locals, accidentally said local obscenities in the process of translation. The locals, now angered, began attacking the crew. Crew vacated planet before the job was completed with several crew members sustaining injuries. After being treated in the ship’s med bay, Emily was summarily dismissed from the crew and dropped on the nearest inhabited planet.
 
Name: Fenras Al-Moot
Age and Place of Birth: 23; Finn (a small planet far away from anything important)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Description: Short, slim, cute, dresses far too casually. She has friendly eyes and a heart-shaped face. Her natural hair color is dirty blonde, but she likes to dye it fun, bright colors.
Skills and Aptitudes: Computer operations (3/5), computer sciences (4/5), starship engineering (4/5), technical sciences (3/5)
Self-Reported Skills: Agile, intelligent, always stays under budget.
Last Job Completed & Client Review: Repair work on colony planets.
"Fixed everything with second-hand parts. Great at what she does, but someone needs to explain to her that it's okay to buy new equipment."
Cause of Unemployment: Froze when the ship came under attack.
Appearance:
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Name:
Kanreo Cassior Pxan (& Symon)
Age and Place of Birth:
27 standard years . Leor Mitt Havvra, Benthic 7.
(Unknown, discovered on Alpha Chiori)
Gender:
Male
(Unknown, referred to as male)
Species:
Blue Havvrian
(Lanta Construct)
Species Info/Description:
Havvrians:
Blue Havvrians are one of six different Havvrian polymorphic expressions, and the only one that qualifies as a near-human species. Havvrians greatly vary in size and shape, with Blues appearing very similar to humans, save their pure black sclera and frond-like appendages instead of ears, while Pinks take the form of massive nudibranch-like organisms without the capacity for verbal speech. All Havvrians share their frond growths regardless of expression, and on Havvrian homeworlds, bioluminescence using these appendages is the standard form of communication. In fact, many Blue Havvrians who stay on their homeworlds never to learn to speak at all.

All Havvrians are born as fully amphibious beings, and grow into different expressions as part of their maturation cycle, after which their forms become permanent. How and what triggers this metamorphosis is still not fully understood. Some researchers even theorize the original ‘proto-Havvrian‘ ancestor were the frond-like growths found on every organism, especially considering how removing said fronds is usually fatal.

Lanta Constructs:
Not much is known about the Lanta, a mysterious civilization that left no written history nor fossil record, only their mysterious machines and constructs, though even those are few and far in between. Their power source and the process of creating one remain a mystery, as Lanta constructs seem to crumble into dust upon taking fatal damage. However, the value of a Lanta construct comes from its ability to “eat” just about any material, although it is said that each Lanta will only eat one type of substance for its entire life. One dominant theory is that the Lanta constructs functioned as mobile waste receptacles.

Skills and Aptitudes:

Kanreo
  • Mecha-Zoology Expertise (5/5):The study of synthetic lifeforms and the environment.
    • “This is the only thing this g’riik can do! And it barely comes in handy! When are we going to meet robots we want to study instead of blow up, anyways?!” - Glowil Sigck, Former Supervisor
    • ”Well, we originally contracted this crew to retrieve some iridium components that had been lost in a starship scuffle… but his knowledge on robotic forms and adaptations seemed to tickle our boss quite a bit, so we got extra vacation days. Would hire again!” Jason Iteration P378D, Client.
  • Veterinary Training (1/5):The ability to treat, diagnose, and assist animal life.
    • “Out of the sixty beuxox we were supposed to get to Jericho Prime, he saved two of them from the bovian flu, so I guess that counts for something…?“ — Kli Kli Vanxatrus, Former crew.
    • “What kind of ‘vet’ doesn’t disclose he’s allergic to fur, feathers, and scales?!“ — Billie Robertson, Client
  • Maintenance (2/5):The ability to repair and care for systems, equipment, and facilities.
    • ”He did a wonderful job repairing the hydroponics deck on our station! When he wasn’t playing with that little robot of his, of course…” — Stationette Automata 4309, Client.
    • “Those gauntlets he wears are top-of-the-line exoskeleton stuff, so he can lift something like ten times his weight in low-gravity situations. If only he knew what the hell he was doing…” - Gan-Ryou Jeu Marou, Former Crewmate
Symon
  • Combat (1/5)
    • ”The only thing I wanna use that piece of junk for is a shield since it seams nigh-indestructible, but Kanreo protects the damn thing like it’s his kid…” - Pharlene Chimneys, Former Crewmate
  • Scouting (0/5)
    • ”I mean, sure it flies around… but I don’t think he can understand what it’s trying to say…” - Verabea Lanlilly, Former Crewmate
    • “Kanreo said he’d get his stupid robot to scout for us and all it did was nap. We walked right into an enemy ambush and the damn thing didn’t even wake up!!” - Glowil Sigck, Former Supervisor.
  • Recycling (1/5)
    • ”So get this, this spacelancer gets up in my face and claims his little robot pal can trash anything for me, no questions asked… turns out that all it wants to eat is normal food?! And this thing is picky, too! What the hell kind of useless bot is that?! And why is he trying to make money using it?! Would NOT recommend!” - Chuierrit LaCore, Client.
Self-Reported Skills:

Kanreo
  • Archival Research
    • ”I didn’t spend all that time in the Royal University for nothing! I can research just about any topic! … hm? Computerized? Well… certainly, but I think there’s nuance that requires an organic touch, right?”
  • Tutelage
    • “I was an assistant lecturer, you know! Want to learn about how Pedality in Synthetic Organisms affect their ability to hunt? Oh! Or perhaps the nuances between electromagnetic and fission energy signatures? Huh? Dismantling and combat with synthetics…? Why ever would you want to learn a thing like that…?”
  • Animal Training
    • ” You know, there was this one time that I got Symon to fetch a ration chunk that I threw at him from all the way across the med bay! Oh, I’ve also gotten him to roll over a couple of times! … uhm… biological animals? That might be a tad out of my depth…”
Symon
  • Boop boop bidi boop!
Last Job Completed & Client Review:

Job Board and Acceptance Data: Havvrian Worldsea Exchange; Accepted by the Royal Spacelancer Vessel Ora‘Kaori
Job Classification: Sourcing
Job Description: Acquire 18 Standard Tons of Phoma Jelly and Deliver to LFKS Pharmaceuticals, Epipalegic 2.
Client Review: “I’ve never seen such a catastrophe… I’m only bothering to write this as it’s required by the insurance. The crew of the Ora’Kaori had successfully gathered the requisite materials from outlying planetary colonies and was in the process of delivery when a rogue robot came in with propulsors, flitting from place to place. Of course, as Phoma Jelly is highly flammable, everything went up in a burst of bubbles and flames! It took us nearly three days to clean out all of the jelly from the Streets and channels of Epipalegic 2! If it were up to me, the Royal Council themselves would go down there and strip the Ora’Kaori of their patronage!!”
Supervisor Review: “I’ve told the damn kid to get rid of that mechanical pest too many times to count. He’s lucky I just stuck him with the collateral fees and not prison time…”

Cause of Unemployment:
Inability to control equipment and weapons; surplus of collateral damage.

Appearance/Description:
KANREO is a Spacelancer who stands at 5”10, weighing about 160 lbs. As a Blue Havrian, he closely resembles a human male at about the same age. His skin is a light gold color, and his eyes have a full black sclera. The two fronds on either side of his face are made of cartilage and are usually coral while dormant, but do change color either intentionally or during high-stress situations. His hair and eyebrows are a dark slate color, and several colored growths are mixed in with his hair. While his outfit changes in the situation, he is hardly seen without his PopPunch gauntlets and shoulder guards, which allow him to safely handle Symon and other hazardous equipment, as well as enhancing his strength. However, they are not callibrated for combat and contain no armaments.

SYMON is a small Lanta construct, a mechanical/synthetic lifeform of relatively unknown origin. Its body is made of a purple alloy that is both durable and flexible, and it can jet around using propulsors at the end of its ‘legs’. It has a screen for a face with two glowing green “eyes”, though whether or not it uses them to see is a mystery. It is only half a foot tall but is incredibly dense, weighing at about 400 pounds if it is not flying or carrying itself.
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    PERSONAL
    PROFESSIONAL
    name
    Charlotte St. Clair
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    nickname(s)
    'Charlie', 'Frills'
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    age
    Twenty-Three
    Pronouns
    She/her (He/him)
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    home planet
    Earth (Terra)

    family
    Silas and Celeste Beaumont (parents)
    Anthony Beaumont (older brother)

    background
    Charlotte was born Charles Beaumont the IIIrd- the youngest son of a very rich, very old Terran family. While the oldest son (Anthony) was the model of what a Beaumont man 'should be', Charles spent most of his time playing with stuffed animals and dolls, bringing home stray puppies or kittens, and having grand, imaginary adventures on the grounds. His family did not approve, and neither did the other rich kids in their social circle, who teased and tormented and bullied him constantly.

    The only one who seemed to care was another boy- three years older than him, and far more like a brother to Charles than Anthony had ever been-; the son of the Vickers family, who'd been friends with the Beaumonts for generations. Simon was kind, and fun, and didn't judge Charles for who he was or what he liked, making him feel it was okay to be himself no matter what people thought. The younger boy idolized him even though, it must be said, Simon was a bit of a troublemaker, and often got them both into the wrong kinds of trouble.

    Unsurprisingly, Charles' family did not approve, and they shipped him off to boarding school as soon as he turned ten, hoping that the right environment (and distance from Simon) would turn him into who they wanted him to be. And it seemed to work- Charles got rid of his 'problematic interests' and instead focused on pursuits his family would approve of; even making himself the center of a circle of powerful friends at his school. Mommy and Daddy Beaumont were thrilled.

    Of course, the young man had simply weighed his options and decided to act the part to make things easier on himself and get everyone off his back, biding his time until he could make his escape. At age 18, instead of going on to a prestigious college as was expected, he enrolled in flight school. His instructors were equally impressed with and worried by him, as he was one of the most naturally gifted pilots they'd ever seen, but also easily the most dangerous and impulsive.

    After getting kicked out for 'Reckless Endangerment', Charles took a job with a Spacelancer crew. Then another. And then another. The more he flew, the more unsettling and widespread his reputation grew, until no one would work with him anymore and he was left with only one option: SolSuckers Incorporated. Even though his life now is unpredictable and unsafe, Charles wouldn't trade it for the world. Out in the black or behind the commands of a ship, he's free to be completely, unapologetically himself.

    Which is why for the last few years he's gone as Charlotte (changing his last name as well, since his parents definitely wouldn't approve of the Beaumont name being associated with the kind of life he's been living). The way Charlotte sees it: life's too short to be anyone other than who you truly are, or to live any way other than the way you really want to live, and she fully intends to make the most of it.
    personality
    Charlotte is a delightful, enthusiastic, excitable young woman who takes pleasure in and marvels at pretty much everything. Her utterly relentless optimism can get on people's nerves, though underneath it all is still a core of sensitive fragility from her unconfident, inauthentic, and unaccepted youth.

    He doesn't spend much time out of drag these days (mostly because he doesn't have to) but, when he does, Charles has a far more reserved, pensive, quiet personality, and tends to reflexively use snarky, sarcastic, or outright cruel humor as a self-defense mechanism.

    virtues
    Cheerful - Fearless - Kind

    vices
    Fragile - Annoying - Loud

    likes
    Tea, plushies, animals, kids- anything cute

    dislikes
    Red meat, animal cruelty, rude/boorish people

    habits
    Plays with hair, ribbons, and frills- a lot

    quirks
    Shuffles around and bites lip when nervous
    appearance
    At 5'4 and 120lbs soaking wet, Charles is a short, thin boy with raven-colored hair and lilac-colored eyes who wears drab, funereal clothing in variations of black and dark grey. Charlotte, however, is a creature of exotic and eye-catching taste, favoring clothing with a Victorian or Steampunk aesthetic and lots of ribbons and lace. The color of her long hair ranges from pure white to violently violet (and virtually every shade in between), and it's never seen in the same style twice. The completeness of the look is such that most people are unaware that Charles is a boy, unless they happen to catch him out of drag (a truly rare occurrence).
 
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Name: A-C3 / "Ace"
Age and Place of Birth: 5, Research Station Tartarus
Gender: N/A
Species: humanoid droid
Species Info/Description:
  • A prototype for the next ideal personal security robot, the A-C3 droid is tall and yet compact in form. The metal frame of the robot is meant to be unassuming and yet powerful. It is mostly human in shape, though somewhat skeletal, and its face has no typical facial features, instead having a smooth faceplate aside from two indicator lights in its center.
  • Robotic functions: Night vision, heat tracking, ultra- and subsonic audio reception. External systems scanning. External systems interfacing. Frame stun charging.
  • Powered by miniature fusion reactor. Requires recharge cycle roughly every 3 Earth standard rotations.
Skills and Aptitudes:
  • Tactical analysis
    • Client rating: ★☆☆☆☆ "There are times when it seems the bot must have a malfunctioning tactical assessment center in its processor, but the consistency with which it leads situations into the most chaotic possible outcome leads one to think it must actually be pretty good at it on some level"
  • Weapons expertise
    • Client rating: ★★★☆☆ "He does know his shit, but picking weapons based on which looks coolest just isn't good practice is it?"
  • Conflict resolution
    • Client rating: ☆☆☆☆☆ "Shooting everyone is not a valid form of resolution WTF. Can I give negative stars?"
Self-Reported Skills:
  • Sense of humor
    • Reviewer note: Contrary to this claim, applicant's personality is immediately perceived as fatiguing. Applicant insists humor skill is sound and relevant, claims quote "you're just too sensitive."
  • Durability
    • Reviewer note: Applicant's second-hand components and rough appearance says otherwise. Also this isn't really a skill...
  • I'm better than you
    • Reviewer note: No.
Last Job Completed & Client Review:
Job Classification: Escort
Job Description: Seeking small team of Spacelancers to escort valuable personnel asset "The Scientist" through rival company blockade.
Job Status: Complete
Client Review: 3/5
Client Comments: “The job was technically completed as asked, but Dr. Kisoban was so perturbed by the experience she is left completely incapable of helping complete the research she was brought here to work on!”
Crew Comments: “If I never have to work with this guy again it'll be too soon.”

Cause of Unemployment:
Termination Report K0045078: A-C3
Reasons for Termination: Poor team cohesion. Hazardous conduct.

Background
Whenever asked about itself, Ace will give a different answer. Some of the claims made:
- It's an assassin robot sent here to kill you. It's just waiting for the right moment.
- It's not actually a robot but is a very small alien from a royal line and is in hiding inside a mechanical shell. That scurrying noise you hear at night? That's it getting out and stretching its legs.
- It's God.
- It's the last member of a civilization that advanced itself so far as to be beyond the need to physical bodies. Everyone else ascended leaving it here to carry on the memory of their history.
- It's just a really complicated blender.

The actual truth of it is, Ace was a prototype model of a security droid being developed by Soteira Industries.
Taken home by one of the engineers when the company went under, it had about a year and a half of a simple life helping around the old man's home. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and the man passed away, leaving the newly self-aware AI-run being to fend for itself. Ace quickly learned that the wider world was more often than not a very unkind place, and had to figure out how to survive starting with nothing.
 
Name: Patrick Donelly
Age: 32
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Species Info/Description: Four limbs and head; humans are said to be a balanced species as per Space Stations and Xenomorphs.
Physical Appearance:
  • Height: 5'8
  • Weight: 70 kg
  • Hair Color: Blonde
  • Eye Color: Green
  • Things to note: Left arm is purely bionic while the fingers of his right hand itself is mechanical

Skills and Aptitudes:
  • Infrastructure maintenance: primarily for mining stations but can be applied to ships as well.
  • Demolitions Expert: Whether it be thrown, charges, or through a launcher, Patrick knows his way around explosives ordiance.
  • Witty: Prone to throwing some quips here and there, Donelly can often be said to be a people person at times.
Self-Reported Skills:
  • Aspiring Chemist: Emphasis on aspiring; a bit lacking in practice and perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, Patrick's latest venture in homemade explosives resulted in him replacing his left arm wholesale with a bionic one while doing the same with the fingers of his right hand.
  • Alcohol tolerance: Often taking a swig when not on the clock, Patrick can often be said to always be buzzed. Quite functional still despite this, he often claims that it's an "Irish thing" but who knows? The "accent" is probably a product of it if nothing else.
  • Reckless Bravery: Fortune favors the bold and all that; Donelly is often willing to pitch in on a problem at hand; usually with a thermite grenade as a primer

Last Job Completed & Client Review:

A routine extraction run gone awry on one of the larger asteroids in the Kuiper Belt; the precision drills that the mining crew were supposed to use were jettisoned in a freak accident en route and the team had to resort to using plutonium charges that was conveniently in the ship's cargo hold.

The result? 60 percent of said space rock was lost though the team still managed to get a paycheck due to one Mister Donelly "volunteering" to take the fall.

Job rating: 2/5

Cause of Unemployment:

Months after said job described above, Patrick found employment as part of a prospecting crew in the Oort Cloud. This gig didn't pan out as well though due to one too many crustacean jokes aim at the ship's captain who happens to be a Brachyuran (For all intents and purposes, a humanoid crab).

Description:

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When asked about his past, Patrick would just wave the mechanical fingers of his right hand with a grin while remarking "This thing and the other?" while holding up his mechanical left arm. "Got e'm bloody both at the same time; quiet the boom and most likely some screamin' on my part if ye catch me meanin'."

More often than not though the one asking would be referring to his life story and Donelly would deflate. His home life was quite regular all things considered; came from a family of farmers and all that. Older brother's a boxer so he also learned a thing or two about punching while his taste in alcohol most likely came from being a frequent customer in his younger sister's pub.

His love for explosions? That's all him; can't really remember when he came to love the cacophony of ordinance going off like there's no tomorrow but had the loss of limbs and fingers dampen said enthusiasm?

"Not a darn freakin' chance; may need to get the ears checked sometimes though; I swear I hear ringing even when I'm alone from time to time."
 
Name: Simon 'Vic' Vickers
Age and Place of Birth: 26, Earth,
Gender: Male
Species: Human, Cyborg
Species Info/Description:
  • Origin planet: Earth
  • Bipedal
  • Carbon based
  • Warm Blooded
Skills and Aptitudes:
  • Medical Professional, Medical Degree and experience in both surgery and first aid.
    • Rating: 4.5/5
      • Related Comment: "Not a bad doctor at all. He's very competent and calming-- gets the job done. However, it is very concerning that he has to 'take his medicine' before starting most procedures. I'm almost entirely sure that's a flask of whiskey. Not very professional, so that costs him half a point."
  • Decent Chef, can kind of cook.
    • Rating: 1/5
      • Related Comment: "If you count cooking as microwaving chicken flavored ramen packets, then sure. He can cook, I guess."
Self-Reported Skills:
  • Charming
    • Personal Comment: "Hey, some people would call me annoying, but I prefer the terms 'persistent' or 'optimistic'."
  • Gambling
    • Personal Comment: "Lose enough at something, and you're bound to get better. I win, too. Just-- uh, not nearly as much."
  • Fraud
    • Personal Comment: "I call it 'creative entrepreneurship'."
      • Reviewer Comment: "This is just a crime."
Last Job Completed & Client Review:
  • Last Job Type: Escort
  • Last Job Description: Smuggle Male Concubine Away From Alien Queen with the utmost discretion.
  • Rating: 1/5
  • Client Review: "I could not physically give the man zero stars on this fucking app, but if I could, I WOULD. The initial getaway went mostly without a hitch, and upon arriving at the ship I was escorted to the medical bay to be inspected for wounds and possible alien diseases. At first, Simon seemed very professional and well-adjusted-- his clear skill in the medical field adding to this facade. However, shortly after takeoff we were interdicted by Customs who 'previously processed the ID Chip of a wanted felon'. Turns out Simon owes MASSIVE amounts of money to various trade unions and private banks and has been actively dodging both court summons and debt collectors. This, of course, spiraled into the local authority being informed, MY EX WIFE WHO I WAS RUNNING FROM TO BEGIN WITH! This, then, FUCKING NATURALLY-- devolved into a high-speed chase that ended with us barely escaping the system. I would NEVER hire this crew again even if had nobody else to turn to for help."
  • Crew Review: "Simon is kind of fun to have around! He's a little weird and can sometimes be annoying, but he's a straight up dude. We knew he had his problems-- none of us realized it was this serious. It really sucks to let him go because he was a good Doctor, but we can't have his personal life affecting our jobs and rep like this. Sorry, Vic, hate to do it to ya."
Cause of Unemployment:
Termination Report T005721: Simon Vickers
Reasons for Termination: Criminal Involvement
Additional Comments by Acting Supervisor: While performing a job, law enforcement were forced to attempt to intercept vessel in order to incarcerate for a large rap sheet of crimes ranging from petty misdemeanors to serious felonies. This jeopardized a mission that required discretion and stealth. Beyond his poor conduct, we cannot continue to hold onto Vickers on account of his extensive, active criminal activity.
Appearance/Description:
Rather tall and lanky despite the bulk of the machinery that now makes up much of his body to include: his left arm, both legs, several vital organs including synthetic lungs and heart, eyes, ears, and a lot of the surface skin. He dresses with an overly formal touch at every occasion and likes to show off his expensive clothes and accessories. Black hair so shiny it borders on blue, and fair skin.

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Additional Information:

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Personality:
Simon would generally be considered reckless and eccentric by most people that encounter him. The Man seems to live for the moment and hardly consider the further consequences of his own actions to himself and his future. He's strangely charming, silly, and entirely annoying all in the same contradictory body. However, he is a team player at the end of the day and a fairly empathetic person; he often goes out of his way to assist those in need without promise of a reward, but hey-- a donation wouldn't hurt, ya know?

PERSONNEL HISTORY

Background:
Simon grew up in a well-off family on the human home world of Earth wanting for absolutely NAUGHT. Every toy? Purchased. Didn't like his room? Got a bigger one. Car at fifteen? Check. School operating off the generous donations of his parents allowing him to avoid most trouble? For sure. Simon was an absolute menace in every possible sense of the word. He regularly skipped classes, smoked and drank in the bathroom with his buddies, and often partied at every available opportunity. This all caught up to him, however, and he received a DUI at the ripe age of seventeen. His parents-- previously enabling of his behavior, cracked down heavily on him. Simon was restricted to his room, public transit, and the straight and narrow as it were.

Simon's grades saw an exponential climb with his new focus on school, but his personal thirst for hedonism needed a new outlet: gambling. At first, it was his generous allowance, but soon he needed more and so between his junior and senior year of high school he picked up a summer job; his parents and peers saw someone finally maturing, but they couldn't be more wrong. The Boy would often be on shadowed street corners at night placing cash bets on illegal street races mixed among a seedy crowd. Sometimes he broke big, sometimes not.

Yet, fate would push him in a different direction this time instead of the long arm of the law. It was during one such race that one of the drivers had a bit too much pre-celebratory drink and crashed into some of the onlookers. The injuries were mostly minor except for one guy whose leg was thoroughly shattered, and with some quick thinking Simon was able to tie a tourniquet around the man's leg saving his life-- according to the first responders. That was the moment he started to realize he could be something more.

Away went the gambling and hedonism, and out came the studious and smart Simon. He was able to get into college and glided through with relative ease even managing to pick up a stable and healthy relationship with a girl. However, as he completed his Undergraduate studies and transitioned to Medical School-- a pressure began to return. A building of stress deep in his chest that could only be quelled with something familiar: thrill. Savings vanished, grades dropped despite his practical classes being remarkably proficient, and once again he set himself upon the bottle and gambling. Though, being an adult, that meant spent much of his time at the casino. He'd stumble into class drunk from an all-nighter at whatever establishment he had been at the night prior and either fall asleep or ace the coursework with no in-between option. Naturally, his relationship began to suffer greatly, and before long he was a single man once again. Simon coasted through the rest of medical school drunk, broke, and by the skin of his teeth.

After graduating, it was clear to The Young Man that some entry-level medical position couldn't sustain his lifestyle, so without so much as a goodbye to his family he signed on with a Spacelancer crew as a medical officer. For a few years he flew around the stars drifting further and further from home in search of paying jobs, all of the money going to the nearest spaceport Casino or bar that had a game of cards. It was inevitable that the scarce wages wouldn't continue to be able to support him, and after he took a serious injury on one of his jobs-- resulting in the loss of his legs, he realized one thing: body parts are expensive... and worth a lot of money. With no savings, he had to go to the one thing scarier than cops: the bank; because banks have loans and he was in desperate need of legs. After getting his new legs, though, he went about selling a few organs he might not need in the long term and replacing them with cheaper, sometimes better cybernetic ones; some people were so weird about keeping meat parts, but all Simon saw was more gambling money. He'd donate an organ, go to the bank, and take out another loan. Another loan. So many loans.

Eventually, they caught up to him, and lets just say that the crew was no big fan of the debt collectors on his heels. He was reported to their organization, booted, and thrown out on the first planet they landed on next. Still, Simon is optimistic if nothing else. When at rock bottom, what's wrong with a little Soul Crushing?

SUPPLEMENTAL DATA
Equipment:
  • Cybernetic Hand that splits open into various medical instruments, syringes, and other such tools.
  • Cybernetic Eyes capable of seeing different spectrums of light and somewhat enhanced vision in the dark.
  • Cybernetic Legs that allow him to sustain falls from taller heights.
  • Cybernetic Lungs that can help filter toxins, but aren't a permanent solution.
  • Cybernetic Heart that is pretty much just a cheaper heart.
  • Roxanne Industrial Type C7 Revolver
  • Medical Satchel
  • The Clothes on his back
 
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Name: Sai Vergo (birth given name- CBY 4736478)
Age and Place of Birth: Roughly 434 years old, born on Planet Vermin
Gender: Male
Species: Slime
Species Info/Description: Sai comes from a planet ruled by an elite class of species called ‘The Unknown‘ (since the bottom class of his planet, aka him, has never came in contact with the rulers of his planet) Sai was manufactured and created to clean up the galaxy, one particle at the time, and ensure his region of the universe remains protected from destructive chemicals. His planet produces thousands of slime like creatures that work countless hours slipping though the fabric of space, getting ride of toxic chemicals that could pose a threat to his ‘rulers’ life. Sometimes, when enough slime are on the job, they can even erase blackholes from existence that are on track to wipe his planet out. In lamest words, Sai’s species are slaves to a corrupt unknown species, although he lives a fairly fun and decent life.
Skills and Aptitudes:
  • Absorption- Sai’s slime like body allows him to absorb particles and through metabolism, dispose of them.
  • Client rating- 4/5 ‘’although his skills are undeniable, there’s been times he has failed to fully ingest a particle, and it backfired….literally.
  • Erasing Time- Although not yet mastered, Sai can slip through fabrics of time and rework the quantum entanglements of a certain timeline to erase certain actions, feelings, or even people. Takes a real big toll on his body, and cannot erase any time longer than 5 seconds.
  • Client rating- 1/5 ‘’He obviously doesn’t know what he is doing when it comes to this. He messed up and reworked me falling from a cliff to me falling from the same cliff, even higher. Caused me break both my arms, instead of one.’’
  • Space Knowledge- Sai is very versed in all things space. He understands most of everything in space from gigantic, fiery balls of lava, to quantum mechanics. If you need something fixed, he is your guy.
  • Client rating- 5/5 ‘’I couldn’t believe it. He showed up and took one look at the carbon emitting star and understood how to stop it from slowly suffercating us! Would definitely call him again if I have any troubles.‘’
Self-Reported Skills:
  • Can move at rapid speeds, even the speed of light briefly.
  • Very flexible.
Last Job Completed & Client Review:
MISSION NAME- BEWARE OF THE ASTROID. TASK- GUIDE THE SHIP CARRYING THE PRINCE THROUGH GALAXY 74Bs ASTROID BELT

‘’Sai was tasked to stay ahead of my spaceship when navigating an astroid belt and either recourse, or erase astroids that would come in contact with my ship. He did fairly well, there were a few close calls, but he managed to get us through safely.’’

Cause of Unemployment: Sai was tasked, along with a few couple hundred slimes to ever so slightly move a black hole from swallowing up a planet full of rich particles that his planet uses as currency. After close examination and studying of the tragectory, he realized if he steered the black hole in the opposite trajectory, it would eventually swallow up a prosperous neighboring planet. When he brought this up to his slime boss, he said he knew and did not care because these were ‘’The Unknowns’’ orders. Sai refused and eventually got kicked off the team.
 
Name: Vulmar Parmain

Age and Place of Birth: 32 Birthplace Theroloki

Gender: male (despite appearances)

Species: kiltrum

Species Info/Description:

Kiltrum are a strange speices, they average at 10 feet tall have metallic bones and are fairly strong, there most notable features are there there strange appearance both males and female share the exact same appearance that being a tall curvy feminine look, males having 2 tails females only having 1 and well look like kitsunes form human mythology

the reason for their appearance being identical is merely just chalked up to there biology being aliens and not following standard human assumptions aside form this there other notable trait is strange advanced brain while it doesn’t grant them super intelligence it allows for data processing and multitasking on par with some super computers.

Skills and Aptitudes:

Expert marksmen:

.Offical except: best marksmen this side of the milky way 1 shot and a few dozen kills.

Rating: 4/5

Customer comment: What the actual fuck is wrong with this lady? She showed up with some 40mm cannon and somehow managed to not only kill the target but 10 other guys with one round… then made me pay extra for the “efficiency”… is she magical or something?

Cargo transportation and logistics

Offical excerpt: Trained offical in logistics and load handling perfect

Rating 5/5

Customer comment: Ok not gonna sugar coat it this dude is actually amazing at this unsettling so…. Think I saw them lift a fire tons of cargo alone! And reorganising everything wow… err issue is once he left we needed to buy a god damn super computer AI to run the place… fuck.

Self-Reported Skills:

Weapons maintenance

Clothing modification

Baking

Last Job Completed & Client Review:

Job classification: Sourcing

Job description: Collecting high-value biological assets form an outlier world

Customer review: Sadly put the project was a total failure every one of the assets was destroyed beyond hope of recovery by the crew principly vulmar this was due to the calibre of weapon used.. and thusly rendering the assets unusable for further replication or evolutionary testing

Cause of Unemployment: Contract terminated due to inability to fulfil projected. Requests without massive collateral damage also one of the clients was shot for calling them a woman too many times

Appearance/Description: Vulmar stands 11 foot tall making them hilariously large rather more on the muscular side in build having a twin set of tails befitting of his spices odd traits
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Name: Ash Bentley
"The cowardly Psychologist"

Age and Place of Birth: 25, Terra, Lower Emberport City

 Gender: Demigirl (They/She)

Species:Human/Terran

Species Info/Description: Appears to be a typical member of the species Homo Sapien, diagnosed with Attention Defecit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD- combined) generalized Anxiety Disorder, and is partially deaf in their left ear. Is slightly shorter then the average AFAB member of the species at 5’2 tall and visibly quite scrawny. They have choppy shoulder length dyed pink hair with just visible black roots that has obviously been cut by themselves and curious green eyes. They have a faint scar on the left side of her face from an incident when she was little right along her ear. Alongside a larger more prominent one on the left cheek below the eye. Freckles cover their face and are adorned with heavy eyebags and they pretty much always has a new bruise or scar. She has a bit of an eccentric fashion style due to all their clothes being second hand and not being able to stand sensory wise certain types of fabrics and cuts of clothes. When they can they wear a lot of loose patterned skirts paired with a singular pair of well worn boots and soft sweaters or t-shirts depending on the temperature. They have a cheap hearing bionic in their left ear to help with the amplification of sound due to permanently damaged ossicles in their ear, which tends to stop working in extreme temps or when wet.

Skills and Aptitudes:

Psychological Profiling (4.5/5):
  • Details: Well versed in several psychological concepts and theories but particularly shines in the area of psychopathology. Somehow has the entire DSM memorized but can't remember the name of any of their professors or the psychologist behind the theory.
  • Comments: “An excellent Psychologist in theory, graduated with honors. In practice less so, will talk your ear off about different disorders and theories mid session, forgetting about why we’re there in the first place. Scares of customers with intensity.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up. NOBODY CARES ABOUT ALICE IN WONDERLAND SYNDROME” -Previous Crewmate​

Counseling and Conflict Management (3/5):
  • Details: Very level headed and patient when it comes to listening and providing perspective on both sides of a conflict. However gets easily overstimulated at multiple people talking at once. Will leave midsession if people start yelling.
  • Comments: “Great in the right environment…horrible in every other.”

Patient Documentation (1/5)
  • Details: Illegible handwriting and half finished notes all over the place, their filing cabinet is a hazard.
  • Comments: “...Everything she wrote was incorrect. No more comments.” -Previous Captain
Self-Reported Skills:

-Sewing/Mending (3/5): As the youngest three of a very impovershed family, and having all brothers most of their clothes have been hand me downs or from thrift stores and have often needed to be altered to fit better or to make them more comfortable to avoid sensory issues. As such she's relatively skilled in mending and making clothes.

-Combat (.5/5) : Frankly this is the exact opposite of a skill for her, but is important to note. Ash overall tends to be pretty clumsy with horrible spacial awareness as a result of the poor proprioception and interioception that can occur with ADHD amplified by the head injury they experienced as a child thus isnt much use in a combat setting. Additionally she is a self described pacifist but more accurately a coward that has learned to avoid fights or get beat up.The only thing saving them from a 0/5 being that they have enough sense to get out of the way if combat starts.

-Hiding and street smarts (1/5): In terms of their own survivability, Ash makes up for their own complete lack of combat viability by being very good at hiding and avoiding conflict. They're on the smaller side and will hide anywhere if they feel threatened. Which while is great for them certainly makes things harder for their crew.

Last Job Completed & Client Review:
Ash was initially signed on with the SolSuckers on a B class mission due to their straight A's from University on a six month long exploration mission on a far out isolated planet dubbed Sonasce 12 on the outer reaches of the galaxy with a small crew. They're job was to monitor the mental condition of the crew and ensure stability.

Client Review: “A talented Psychologist for sure…needs to be more careful with sensitive information and needs more experience before being sent out on a mission like this again.”

"They kept on fainting or running off whenever things started to get violent. I thought people from Emberport were supposed to be tough. I almost died because they had the spare ammo. Would not recommend if you value your life."

Cause of Unemployment: Accidentally left out the Captains psychological review in the open, causing the crew to become aware of his life long fear of the dark (effectively a major patient confidentiality breakage).

Appearance/Description:
Personality:

Overview: Kind, intelligent, compassionate, tries to be responsible (operative word tries), quick learner, calm under pressure, good with money, social chameleon when necessary.

Flaws: Spacey, can be slow on processing a situation, people pleaser, easily overstimulated, hematophobic (scared of blood), poor spatial awareness, constanly loses stuff, no sense of time, coward

Quirks: Caffeine addict (self medicated ADHD with it), talks too fast with no control of volume, fidgety, rambles when nervous, tugs on their left ear when lying.


In depth description: Ash despite all intents and efforts to be anything else is best described as a disaster, a charismatic disaster but a disaster none the less. Despite being a rather intelligent and hardworking person especially in her field of expertise Ash can appear to be a bit of a frantic, anxious disaster. They want to be responsible and on top of things and are constantly anxious about not often creating a self fulfilling cycle of executive dysfunction and frustration. At they're best they can be a bit spacey and forgetful, and at they're worst paralyzed by inaction and they're own thoughts. Because of this she can have a relatively low self image and relies on external validation. This paired with high levels of empathy and a life time of answering to others with deemed higher authority makes them quite a bit of a people pleaser.

Even without their people pleasing tendencies Ash is best described as very skittish. They tend to always have their back against a wall and hang close to the exits of things, they're easily startled and ready to run if they think a fight is going to start, a lifetime of living in Emberport having taught them it's better to avoid trouble rather then confront it. This is not to say they value their life over other peoples, they're an empathetic person who will give someone the coat of their own back if someone needs it more then her. But they'd really rather let other people handle the fighting if they can, they know they can't fight plus, blood makes her woozie. In other words they're a well meaning coward but a coward nonetheless.

Despite being a coward, despite being a people pleaser Ash is still a determined person. In fact their cowardice and people pleasing ways can even be interpreted as coming from this determination. These traits came from their determination to survive, to leave Emberport and now their determination is to helping their family leave as well. They were traits they developed to survive that are now major parts of their personality.

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Backstory:
Ash was born into generational debt in a dying world. The youngest of three they've never known anything other than hardship. With a crumbling legal system and a growing gap between the rich and the poor, she like her brothers before began working at an incredibly young age in a factory alongside their family. It was here that the accident that caused them to lose their hearing in their left ear occurred. At the tender age of six in a moment of negligence they got stuck and stuck in the left side of the skull right on the ear by a piece of heavy equipment, mangling their pinna (outer part of the ear), causing slight fractures on the skull, and shattering the malleus and incus bones. They never truly recovered from this incident, even if it didn't kill them the damage dealt still impacts them to this day. The incident permanently damaged their hearing in their left ear and the fracturing of the skull caused them to experience or amplify problems they already had including symptoms like spells of naseau and dizziness. The injury made it almost impossible for them to work at the factory any more. And rather then wasting the days away being a burden upon their family they began teaching themself to read, write, and do math based on old books and tapes their brothers would bring back from the Junkyard. And eventually they decided to go to school as soon as they were old enough to. They managed to cut out a deal for themselves where they got a reduced cost of schooling in exchange for coming in early and staying late to help clean and set up the school and classrooms, and afforded tuition by going scavenging at night and selling things to wealthy visitors at the Junk Market.

School was really their only hope for the future, and the only way they could hope for a better life for themself and their family, and really any life at all. Even scavenging they could only do for a couple hours at a time, and that never by themself lest they get cut and pass out. School at the very least came easy to them. They would study while out scavenging or cleaning by teaching the others around them what they learned that day and by reading on the bumpy ride they took each day with one of the transport trucks to the business trip. Having worked out a deal between the driver for a bottle of beer each day that they got from their eldest brother's then girlfriend (a barkeep at a hotel and casino he had recently signed on at as a guard)in exchange for a new word or fact everyday. This worked for them through out their high-school years although there were some months they failed to make tuition, they managed to pull through by making deals with teachers and the people of the business district in exchange for what they didn't have covered, and managed to graduate with the straight As and as the Saludictorian of their class.

Despite making it into one of their first choices for colleges and with a full ride scholarship at that they did hit a bit of a roadblock when it came to leaving Emberport, they were still tied to their families indenturedship and unable to leave Emberport until they were freed from it. Information about how they managed to be released from it they insist they can't speak upon saying only that they received a Sponsor who paid enough to free them from it and that they owe their life to this unknown individual.

In their undergraduate years Ash was as equally hardworking, majoring in Psychology with a minor in Neuroscience pretty much all of her time was dedicated to studying, working at a local cafe as a barista and fighting against their disorder and injury to even be able to function. The money they made going into savings for grad school and back home to assist their family with bills and survival. Despite their difficulties they managed to get accommodations and even in their second year a bionic hearing aid to assist with their difficulties hearing in her left ear and managed to make to get accepted into the Intergalactic School of Science and Medicine into their Clinical and Counseling Psychology Masters program. Upon finally graduating and discovering a love for space and an ever growing thirst for knowledge and want to help people they decided to stay in space joining the SolSuckers as an assigned Psychologist hoping to save everything they could to get their family out of Emberport and maybe even one day off planet.

Every dollar they've ever made and ever will make gets sent back to their family, leaving Ash effectively stuck with the SolSuckers
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    PERSONAL
    PROFESSIONAL
    name
    Ariadne Sinclair
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    nickname(s)
    'Addie', 'Ruffles'
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    age
    Twenty-Eight
    Pronouns
    She/her (He/him)
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    home planet
    Earth (Terra)

    family
    Silas and Celeste Beaumont (parents)
    Charles Beaumont (younger brother)

    background
    Ariadne was born Anthony Oliver Beaumont- eldest son of the Beaumont family. Handsome, charming, intelligent, charismatic... the young man had it all (unlike his younger brother, who did nothing but embarrass him and his parents).

    Anthony always felt awkward when it came to Charles. When he first learned he was going to get a brother, he pictured himself teaching him to throw a ball, throw a punch, talk to girls... He didn't quite know what to do about the kid's 'feminine' tendencies and so, in his awkwardness, he lashed out- often cruelly. In his heart, he wished the two of them could be closer, but he simply lacked the capacity to truly understand who Charles was. The pressures of the family and their circle exacerbated the issue, and he didn't handle it well.

    In the rest of his life, however, he was perfect; exactly what everyone wanted and expected him to be- better, in fact. He went to Cambridge for his undergraduate degree, then onto Oxford for his graduate studies, followed by enrollment in a prestigious military academy. It was clear he was headed straight for the top, and at the age of twenty-five he signed on with the Annunaki Exchange- one of the most prestigious spacelancer agencies in the galaxy.

    He was hired as a team captain, and spent over two years leading high-stakes, high-profile missions, one after another, always succeeding. Throughout the galaxy, the name 'Anthony Beaumont' became synonymous with great deeds, its bearer becoming something of a celebrity in spacelancer circles.

    And then came the infamous Lozarian Incident.

    The job was a diplomatic mission to the Lozarian System- presenting them with a token of peace and esteem from the neighboring Ostrin Quadrant. The mission went exactly according to plan- Anthony delivering the item into the hands of the Lozarian Premier, as instructed. Upon turning to leave, however, he ran into his second-in-command for the mission- a young, inexperienced and idealistic spacer, who was so busy being entranced by everything around her she didn't pay attention and get out of the way.

    Bumping into her, Anthony experienced a most undignified, lurching fall down the stairs, landing ass over teakettle in front of the entire Lozarian Court. Enraged and humiliated, he proceeded to berate the poor girl at the top of his lungs, reducing her to tears. Witnessing this, the Premier declared Anthony a disgrace unworthy of a mission of peace, and proclaimed that he should be punished for his unkindness. The spacelancer captain was seized, and thrown into a machine which rearranged his genetic code, reassigning him female SSCs.

    "The punishment will only be lifted when Captain Beaumont learns the value of variegation," the Premier declared. "Until then, he is banned from the Lozarian System."

    After that, Anthony's fall was decisive and swift. He was kicked out of the Exchange, and his final review was so scathing that no other job board would hire him. Realizing he had no choice but to try and fulfill the conditions of his punishment if he ever wanted to get his old life back, he changed his name and identity, putting effort into trying to understand things from a different perspective. It's been eye-opening, certainly but, whatever revelation the Premier wanted him to experience, he has yet to.

    The choice of using 'Sinclair' as a last name was in homage to Charles, though he's still been too ashamed to reach out to him after everything that's happened. It's been a few months since his disgrace, and the rumors surrounding it have sped throughout the galaxy- each more outlandish than the last. With no other resort, Anthony must now resign himself to employment with the bottom of the barrel, though little does he know it's about to create an impromptu family reunion.
    personality
    Ariadne tries to be a thoughtful, considerate person, putting effort into seeing things from others' perspective, however when frustrated Anthony's true inflexible, short-tempered personality will shine through.

    virtues
    Dedicated - Competent - Resolute

    vices
    Judgmental - Rigid - Unkind

    likes
    Red meat, a stiff drink, the finer things in life

    dislikes
    Kids and animals, whiners, incompetents, flakes

    habits
    Taps his foot on the ground when annoyed

    quirks
    Always tossing his hair to make it look cool
    appearance
    At 5'7 and 138lbs, Anthony is solidly built- lean but muscular. He'd wear tailored suits of formal, military dress in dark, somber tones complementing his coloring and his station. Ariadne, however, is more about flash and flair. Part of it is her taking sarcastic advice she got from someone shortly after the change at face value, and part of it is just a reflection of what Anthony considers 'feminine beauty'. Her long, ice-blond hair is always perfectly coiffed, and those amber eyes, while more pensive and melancholic these days, haven't lost that laser-focused, penetrating stare.
 
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Name: Kalliban and Korriban
Age: ???
Gender: ???
Species Info/Description: LEVIATHAN

Skills and Aptitudes:
  • Hazrep and Vacwelder qualified:
    • I have to admit that the work the big bastard did was phenomenal. He took his sweet time but despite getting bombarded by solar radiation the lines were good, passed radiographs, UT’s were perfect an looked clean as heck. Truly nothing to complain about.. save or the fact the weldment he used was phased out of current code for almost 70 years and therefore violated the integrity of the whole pipe system.
  • Vacsuit/hab Technician:
    • Ever wondered what a perfectly maintained and functional pressure suit does to a atmobreather when serviced by a deep sea dweller? Well their lungs explode for one, then their internals get impacted into a can of fleshmeat.
      I suppose I have to admit that even as Johnny was getting turned into a meatcube at 700 atmo the suit didn’t leak from one joint, not once. I just wish that the coms malfunctioned.
  • Hazardous Material Handler
    • Sometimes it is good to be reminded that when dealing with alien life forms, its best to make sure they understand EXACTLY what things mean, like the words DISPOSAL of RADIOACTIVE WASTE. I hire this lunk, get the word that the job is done and I ask for the appropriate paperwork to be filed so that I can get the local planetary gov off my back. All their credentials are in order albeit a bit dated.
      Paperwork is even better, perfectly wordsmithed to satisfy those bureaucratic leeches… except the disposal part.
      Why on gods green earth did they write-EATEN?


Self-Reported Skills:
  • Exceptional cook, perhaps one of the best Shepards Pie’s I’ve ever had and the Beef Stew? To die for. I however, quickly learned to not ask where he got the meat. After all fresh meat in space? No, no best not to ask questions.
  • Dexterous- I like to question god sometimes, because while some creatures are good at fitting into tight places, most need to be able to get their head in first and watching a 12 foot slab of muscled meat OOZE into a port hole like liquid is more disturbing than you think.
  • Adaptable – Proving you can survive in the vacuum of space or ten minutes unassisted doesn’t make Health Insurance companies want to cover you, because you willingly walked into the Vacuum of SPACE. No I don’t CARE that it didn’t hurt, who does that?!





Last Job Completed @ Client Review:
-Inquisition Access detected-
-Beginning compile of Employee Records, last known Job-
. . . Access Granted. . .
. . . ERROR-? #Hash unable to read-> Corrupted HASH Signal/Root due to Radiological damage of Crystalized structure storage device.
-Command Authenticated- Displaying Secure data now.


Incident #129804-B Dafung Affiliation-
Employee Identify-L46215 was in service of Dafung ‘Salvage Marine’ as a heavy Hauler and Reclamation specialist after contract was purchased from Refueling Station #LacB333 and reconstructed from Hab Maintenance Technician.

During job#REDACTED- L-46215 broke into a section of derelict REDACTED before datalinks could establish sufficient intelligence. Prior crew of derelict REDACTED were still present and hostile, refusing forms of communication after being REDACTED with REDACTED.

All members of the reclamation team were listed as terminated and derelict REDACTED was sterilized IAW Dafung containment procedures. Employee L-46125 last known location was Reactor Room #3 of derelict REDACTED before sterilization procedures were committed.
Estimation of L-46215 survival….18%. L46215 species is extremely hardy to most known forms of REDACTED.

Using REDACTED IAW with Dafung sterilization protocols is a violation of Federation Genomic Warfare Agreement.
Hence L-46125 shall be listed as FIRED instead of DECEASED and no cause of death listed. Reason for contract termination……..
Listed: An unhealthy disregard for Dafung Affiliations Safety and Workmans Ethics protocols.
Terminating Line of Credit… next of Kin for placement of Debt? Deceased.
Confirmed.
Terminating Employee Profile. . . ERROR
Employee Profile contains Log ERRORS-compiling. . .
. . . compiling. . .
. . . compiling. . .
. . . Error, unable to repair and compile files-> proceeding to-THE DEAD STARS WHISPER A NAME.
-Further Data is Corrupted-

Appearance/Description:
The word LEVIATHAN evokes many terrible things in a spacers mind. Dreaded, terrible creatures that roam the space between dead space, feasting upon the ruins left by cracked worlds and dying stars.

Massive, Ancient Beasts of timeless hunger that most certainly do not smile at you with a maw full of opalescent teeth, tiny beady black eyes set deep into an armored skull as they bore into your soul and-. . .

-“Hey there mate, new here? Ah perfect timing! Have a Bimscuit!”

Offer you a plate of hash browns and eggs?

Well that is what is in front of you offered by a 10 foot tall, chunky muscled lizard with not one, but TWO heads.
Kalliban and Korriban. Two separate entities, brothers stuck together in one body with shared control over their faculties and biological functions. Which is good because it means only one head needs to breathe, a rather important scenario when the two are constantly bickering and trying to choke the other out.
Some would question the intellectual decision to kidney punch your brother if said kidney was also your OWN and the pain was felt equally but I guess sibling rivalry makes everything worth it.

Standing at 10 feet tall, half again as wide, covered in a plethora of armored chitin like plating of deep sea blue all the way to light seafoam near his extremities and insides, the Leviathan Brothers make for a rather intimidating stature harking back to those ancient spacer tales. . . at least if it wasn’t for the goofy happy grin on one head and the almost shy bashful expression upon the other.

Dexterous claws made up of semi-malleable piezoelectric crystal are quite useful for delicate operations and fine tuned control that belies the brothers size and ponderous movements when in Atmo. The various Fins and crests upon their bodies speak of a biology designed for swimming not walking around on two legs.
Despite this they make it work, though they do vastly better in Vacuum or the water.

The rest of their biology is much a mystery to you as it is in them. Any insight they might have gained has been lost to the years and grind as he became less an oddity and more of a known factor.

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History:
The historical records of one Kalliban/Korriban entity are vastly corrupted, often times with missing years, corrupted hashes, and conflicting datapoints. The earliest entry designates an origin at a orbital station in the outer belt of a solar systems Gas Giant under the control of the now-BANKRUPT- Arget Conglomerate.
His gene tags only surviving documentation labels him as FOUNDLING- and he was placed into the care of one times Mrs. Boudreaux, a TDH Corgimorph from the Biological Association of Lorpers-RECORDS UNKNOWN.
He spent his earliest year in the black, without ever touching a gravity well he grew up in the Creche with Mrs.Boudreaux’s children. 42 of them to be precise, all older than he.

His youth was spent undergoing vigorous medical testing and hospitalization due to various health problems, as his origin species failed to be identified. It is in this period he was given a prescription of drugs and bloodwork that are still done to this day though he has no idea where the packages are sent to or from. He simply claims it was setup when he was a child.

His love life was quite sparse as when you are the only male of the household, and there are 42 OLDER sisters to form a gauntlet one must run through it tends to ward off the adventurous female. Much to his embarrassment and disappointment.

No criminal records are known, hospital records are corrupted and redacted, but otherwise a normal teenage life he would have led had it not been for a cold and cruel universe teaching him a lesson that all living beings eventually learn.
The passage of time.

The Leviathans aged slowly, whilst his adopted family did not. If anything the gene mod heavy family suffered from extensive telomere disruption and degradation much earlier than most TDH did and with the collapse of the Federation centuries ago there was little they could do to halt their genomes collapse.
He had a mere thirty years with them all before he stood at the edge of a station and fired his last sibling off into the nearby sun. Entombed in a plasteel casket.

It was then that the Leviathan learned the second harsh rule of the universe, the cruelty of man. For he had incurred a debt growing up, a debt to the conglomerate that ran the station he called home around that massive gas giant.
Unbeknownst to him his family, all of them, had worked tirelessly to pay off that debt and not once did they ever let him know. Until the last of his guardians drifted off past the artificial gravity well did he find out by a ping in his implant.

DEBT PEONAGE.
The cold, digital chains that those terrible beasts of industry used oh so long ago to maintain a grip on the stars.
So it was that his autonomy was stripped away despite his families best efforts for decades to save him. His home, his heirlooms, everything save a single picture he kept hidden away.

The Leviathan, according to the records, spent the next few decades as a wage serf upon the very station he once called home until the Arget Conglomerate realized that he could survive terrible terrible conditions.
So began his journey as a Hazrep welder.
Radiological solar fields, Jovian oceans, psionic wastelands.
They sent him out there with sub par equipment again and again and again. Despite the pressure, despite the hideous voices crackling in his ear, the tangy smell of his own blood as the radiation destroyed the very foundation of his cells. . .
he struck an arc, back hunched to protect the molten metal from the terrible world, and laid his beads.
One at a time.
Building the stations, infrastructure and machines needed for civilization to fight back against a cold uncaring universe.

When the Third Corpo wars ended and the republic put an end to the Arget Conglomerate his contract was sold off to the Dafung Affiliation where he was respecced, retrained as part of their SpaceLancer core known as ‘Salvage Marines.’
Essentially scrappers, they took the role as a sweep and clear, after effects division. Tearing apart old battlefields and alien ruins for any valuable garbage they could find whilst fighting off the other vultures of space.
At least until the incident.

The Leviathan didn’t know how long they wasted in space, drifting, until a bunch of desperate Lancers from a barely functioning shithole rescued him, as long as they signed up of course.
The Leviathan agreed, because even as a wretch, it was still freedom.

GEAR:
The Leviathan wears a heavy industrial rig, Vac-capable pressure suit with plates and other bits of stuff welded to it in a surprisingly sophisticated fashion.
His favored tool is the Cutting Torch, the timeless classic capable of melting through almost anything save psionic alloys like WarSteel from old TerraSol.
His favored weapon is a Magnetic Rebar Launcher, yes an oversized nailgun that requires two hands for someone of even his immense strength to wield.
A cast Iron Pot: because very good cook needs one.
 


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The Bigger the River, the Bigger the Drought...



'The XeniDav' • Ascension/Devotion of the Rianni • 'The Planetary Science Lady'

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This is Xens...


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'Whips', 'Xens / Xeni', 'The Terminator', 'Madam Xen'

She/Her • 1001 yo • 5'7" • 195lbs • White Hair • Glowing Fuchsia Eyes • Light Ashen Brown Skin • Toned, Sinewy build
Species: Xenidavaan (Unique) • Home: Xeni'Ddavi (Singularity) • Planetary Analyst / Science Officer / Creator God and Destroyer of Worlds
​
The Xenidavaan - There is only one. Or they are the countless many. Depends on who knows what... and when this entity exists really. Regardless, The Xenidavaan are an immeasurable sized nanite swarm that are powerful enough to not get pulled in and thus orbit Xeni'Ddavi, a black hole. The swarm is trapped just beyond the Singullarity and revered as a primordial godly entity by the Rianni Orc Peoples. The rare yet exceptionally powerful, race of Matrilinear Orcs bestowed the swarms name. It literally means: 'The Terminator'; the place and moment where light and dark meet. But in Rianni belief systems, the terminator is a powerful, primordial place. It is there in that instance that the blessed gods allow those deserved within their congregation upon their level. It is where the dark ignorance of Devotion and the enlightened bliss of Ascension connect.

The cluster of nanites, soon to be known as merely 'XeniDav', managed to escape when a derelict, disgusting vessel of Man came too close to the singularity to siphon energy and fuel their trip back home. They siphoned more than mere energy. And they never made it home. The Rianni intercepted and overtook the ship when it tried to wormhole thru their territories. To the Orcs surprise the vessel was not of Man but of synthetic men; Biodroidans. While stealing energy beyond the singularity, they had somehow managed to capture some of the nanite swarm, the XeniDav, and trap it within a singular synthetic, bipedal form.

The Rianni viewed the XeniDav as a Primordial being and claimed her for their own. Thusly decreed; with each new Matriarch, the XeniDav was reprogrammed to forget what they had travailed in the previous Matriarch's clutches. And so for the next 1001 yrs the XeniDav never knew the worlds it helped conquer, destroy. And consume.


~Appearances​

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• | On deck - Xen dresses in simple tops and skirts, all of her own design and nanite construction. Always black and always with her Staff of the Rianni, a sacred relic as old as she herself. Despite her body made of a synthetic being, there is still influence of the functional and formal style of the massive Orcs. She is much heavier and denser than one would believe by merely looking at her.
• | On the Bridge - she forms a ceremonial gown and shrouds her face, featureless, and in utter black. From her hair and body, her nanite instruments form and waver around her like vines or vipers. Depends on who you ask. When she was with the Rianni Orcs, this was the form XeniDav took. She represented the 'Terminator'.


~Skills and Aptitudes​

Officer Trained / Database Protocol - she has been given the nick 'Madam Xen' by her crews and her colleagues due to her natural proper and orderly demeanour. She maintains professionalism since she is in charge of maintaining and updating flight logs, minutes and discoveries. Her vast knowledge base and Planetary analyses are a welcome asset for exploration. Her multi-tendrilled 'appendages' are also excellent for manipulating all manner of controls and systems.
'...Retrieving summary of Crew and Colleagues feedback...' 5/5. 5 stars? Yes, Really! Wow! All former colleagues agree that her analysis of planets and other cosmic structures are flawless and well worth her exorbitant fees. Track records show proven results that after displayig her skills and expertise, Madam Xen makes all others feel waaaaaay more knowledgeable and even smarter than any other time previously in their life! Thanks, Madam Xen thanks from the bottom of all our hearts!

Away Team Expertise - she has been on many voyages that require a Science Officer present planteside. For those times the crew must traverse an unknown or possibly hostile celestial body, she is calm, cool and collected. Her training, knowledge and analyses may prove to be that 'X-Factor' that allows crews to come away unscathed and even more knowledgeable than before. Her physical enhanced prowess and adaptations such as: not needing oxygen, form and size alteration and multi-limbs, etc. allow her to excel as an away teammate too.
'...Retrieving Welp Reviews...' 5/5 - Wow! Impressive. Most impressive. 99.99% of respondants agree that Madam Xen should change her name spelling to 'Zen'. She is so calming. Sooooo calming. That and she really knows how to reassure teams by letting them know exactly what to expect when planetside. Even if she don't know, there os a good chance she will know!


Self professed skills:
+ | Dancing - the religious Sister Rianni used dance and their physicalilty in their rituals, festivities and celebrations. As a hobby and although, not an accredited skill, she still learns dance from cultures all across the cosmos.
+ | Ship Whispering - not a true skill and one that bears the stigma of hocus-pocus, still, she has an eerie knack of coaxing a ship to go beyond its limits and consoling battle wrecked frigates and personal craft and all types inbetween.
+ | Early Childhood Caregiver - Yes, as a matter of fact, she does have tremendous skills with the younglings of all kinds. Take a look at her own spawn! And just how well-adjusted she is! Ohhhhhhh Junior! D'awwwwwwwww...!

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~Employment​

Last Job Completed & Client Review]

Legendis System, Klow-07 - Returning the Embastir Royale to the Falladians. The Embastir was a flagship of great reknown. Stolen by the Lackalars. Returned by the crew of the Sliver Vagrance upon which Xens was a Science Officer.

'...Retrieving convo between Capt. Laila of the 'Vagrance and the Supreme Being of Klow-07...' <<All my life I've been recognized as a hard worker. I did not deserve my station through lineage nor by force. The people... they cried my name. They chose me... they made me. It is the same way my peoples will cry out your space peoples names...! Especially The XeniDav. She was absolute perfection. How did she ever figure out our stolen Flagship's precise location through simple deduction and Planetary knowledge? And she... *voice quivered, spoken with hushed awe in the presence of greatness* she WHISPERED to my beloved ship. She told her to come home... Just come home... *sobs* wow. We are indebted to her forevermore. Come. Now let us celebrate until you do not know your own names anymore...!>>


Cause of Unemployment
One of the moons of Klow-07 exploded and destroyed the Silver Vagrance. All Spacers aboard apparently died or were ejected far away into the star system. A rogue scrapper ship picked up debris upon which Xens clung onto. She boarded undetected and this was where she remained as a stowaway. That was until she heard some grunts aboard talking about a certain 'Galactic Token'. A few days later the SolSuckers arrived...




'...

...

...Alert... Alert... incoming emergency transmission from unknown origin... triangulating... transmission signal from former moon of Klow-07...' <<... this is *bzzzt-bzzz-zzzt*... I'm sorry. I am so sorry... to my mother, father, sons and daughters. I am sorry to my peoples and to the Supreme-- *bzz-zzz-zzzt-(42secs of static and interference)bzz-zzz-zzz-zzz-zz-zzt* --no choice. I hope this transmission finds merciful receivers. This is a terrible admission, with an even more terrible warning...

*bzz-zzzt-bz-zzzt* --to detonate... we just had to. We had to self-destruct our moon. She hacked us. She lives a lie and sabotages or completely re-writes data to cover her tracks. She's made of nanites...! And she may even implant them inside you...! Ohhhhh... I'm so sorry. I can only hope we did not doom our planet too. I can only hope you will know why in time we *bzz-zzz-zzt-bzz-zzt* But... But... It left a... an 'offspring' here. It seemed friendly at first... then it attacked and-- *bzzz-zzzt-bzz-zzt* --worst of all: it reproduced... By the Supremacy... it is not a baby. Repeat... it is not a child. *loud banging and screaming* it's here! THEY are here! Please if anyone gets this transmission; feeding her a substance called... "chockalit..?" will appease and sedate her. Failing that: do not let her on board! REPEAT! DO NOT LET HER ON BOA-- Oh. No. *sighs* By the SupremaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH--*bzzz-zzz-zzz-zzzt*>>

'...

...

...Incoming image...

Title: Not a baby...

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...transmission ended. Warning... Warning... Signal jammed... re-establishing connection... re-establishing conn*bzzz-zzz-zzzt* --reboot sequence complete. New parameters and protocols accepted...

Hello, user! What an honor to meet you! My name is Sydney. How may I help you today..? '


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'The XeniDav' • Ascension/Devotion of the Rianni • 'The Planetary Science Lady'

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​

'Whips', 'Xens / Xeni', 'The Terminator', 'Madam Xen'

She/Her • 1001 yo • 5'7" • 195lbs • White Hair • Glowing Fuchsia Eyes • Light Ashen Brown Skin • Toned, Sinewy build
Species: Xenidavaan (Unique) • Home: Xeni'Ddavi (Singularity) • Planetary Analyst / Science Officer / Creator God and Destroyer of Worlds
​
The Xenidavaan - There is only one. Or they are the countless many. Depends on who knows what... and when this entity exists really. Regardless, The Xenidavaan are an immeasurable sized nanite swarm that are powerful enough to not get pulled in and thus orbit Xeni'Ddavi, a black hole. The swarm is trapped just beyond the Singullarity and revered as a primordial godly entity by the Rianni Orc Peoples. The rare yet exceptionally powerful, race of Matrilinear Orcs bestowed the swarms name. It literally means: 'The Terminator'; the place and moment where light and dark meet. But in Rianni belief systems, the terminator is a powerful, primordial place. It is there in that instance that the blessed gods allow those deserved within their congregation upon their level. It is where the dark ignorance of Devotion and the enlightened bliss of Ascension connect.

The cluster of nanites, soon to be known as merely 'XeniDav', managed to escape when a derelict, disgusting vessel of Man came too close to the singularity to siphon energy and fuel their trip back home. They siphoned more than mere energy. And they never made it home. The Rianni intercepted and overtook the ship when it tried to wormhole thru their territories. To the Orcs surprise the vessel was not of Man but of synthetic men; Biodroidans. While stealing energy beyond the singularity, they had somehow managed to capture some of the nanite swarm, the XeniDav, and trap it within a singular synthetic, bipedal form.

The Rianni viewed the XeniDav as a Primordial being and claimed her for their own. Thusly decreed; with each new Matriarch, the XeniDav was reprogrammed to forget what they had travailed in the previous Matriarch's clutches. And so for the next 1001 yrs the XeniDav never knew the worlds it helped conquer, destroy. And consume.


~Appearances​

LcyoPZl.jpeg
DzdUI96.png

• | On deck - Xen dresses in simple tops and skirts, all of her own design and nanite construction. Always black and always with her Staff of the Rianni, a sacred relic as old as she herself. Despite her body made of a synthetic being, there is still influence of the functional and formal style of the massive Orcs. She is much heavier and denser than one would believe by merely looking at her.
• | On the Bridge - she forms a ceremonial gown and shrouds her face, featureless, and in utter black. From her hair and body, her nanite instruments form and waver around her like vines or vipers. Depends on who you ask. When she was with the Rianni Orcs, this was the form XeniDav took. She represented the 'Terminator'.


~Skills and Aptitudes​

Officer Trained / Database Protocol - she has been given the nick 'Madam Xen' by her crews and her colleagues due to her natural proper and orderly demeanour. She maintains professionalism since she is in charge of maintaining and updating flight logs, minutes and discoveries. Her vast knowledge base and Planetary analyses are a welcome asset for exploration. Her multi-tendrilled 'appendages' are also excellent for manipulating all manner of controls and systems.
'...Retrieving summary of Crew and Colleagues feedback...' 5/5. 5 stars? Yes, Really! Wow! All former colleagues agree that her analysis of planets and other cosmic structures are flawless and well worth her exorbitant fees. Track records show proven results that after displayig her skills and expertise, Madam Xen makes all others feel waaaaaay more knowledgeable and even smarter than any other time previously in their life! Thanks, Madam Xen thanks from the bottom of all our hearts!

Away Team Expertise - she has been on many voyages that require a Science Officer present planteside. For those times the crew must traverse an unknown or possibly hostile celestial body, she is calm, cool and collected. Her training, knowledge and analyses may prove to be that 'X-Factor' that allows crews to come away unscathed and even more knowledgeable than before. Her physical enhanced prowess and adaptations such as: not needing oxygen, form and size alteration and multi-limbs, etc. allow her to excel as an away teammate too.
'...Retrieving Welp Reviews...' 5/5 - Wow! Impressive. Most impressive. 99.99% of respondants agree that Madam Xen should change her name spelling to 'Zen'. She is so calming. Sooooo calming. That and she really knows how to reassure teams by letting them know exactly what to expect when planetside. Even if she don't know, there os a good chance she will know!


Self professed skills:
+ | Dancing - the religious Sister Rianni used dance and their physicalilty in their rituals, festivities and celebrations. As a hobby and although, not an accredited skill, she still learns dance from cultures all across the cosmos.
+ | Ship Whispering - not a true skill and one that bears the stigma of hocus-pocus, still, she has an eerie knack of coaxing a ship to go beyond its limits and consoling battle wrecked frigates and personal craft and all types inbetween.
+ | Early Childhood Caregiver - Yes, as a matter of fact, she does have tremendous skills with the younglings of all kinds. Take a look at her own spawn! And just how well-adjusted she is! Ohhhhhhh Junior! D'awwwwwwwww...!

cGmkswh.png
​


~Employment​

Last Job Completed & Client Review]

Legendis System, Klow-07 - Returning the Embastir Royale to the Falladians. The Embastir was a flagship of great reknown. Stolen by the Lackalars. Returned by the crew of the Sliver Vagrance upon which Xens was a Science Officer.

'...Retrieving convo between Capt. Laila of the 'Vagrance and the Supreme Being of Klow-07...' <<All my life I've been recognized as a hard worker. I did not deserve my station through lineage nor by force. The people... they cried my name. They chose me... they made me. It is the same way my peoples will cry out your space peoples names...! Especially The XeniDav. She was absolute perfection. How did she ever figure out our stolen Flagship's precise location through simple deduction and Planetary knowledge? And she... *voice quivered, spoken with hushed awe in the presence of greatness* she WHISPERED to my beloved ship. She told her to come home... Just come home... *sobs* wow. We are indebted to her forevermore. Come. Now let us celebrate until you do not know your own names anymore...!>>


Cause of Unemployment
One of the moons of Klow-07 exploded and destroyed the Silver Vagrance. All Spacers aboard apparently died or were ejected far away into the star system. A rogue scrapper ship picked up debris upon which Xens clung onto. She boarded undetected and this was where she remained as a stowaway. That was until she heard some grunts aboard talking about a certain 'Galactic Token'. A few days later the SolSuckers arrived...




'...

...

...Alert... Alert... incoming emergency transmission from unknown origin... triangulating... transmission signal from former moon of Klow-07...' <<... this is *bzzzt-bzzz-zzzt*... I'm sorry. I am so sorry... to my mother, father, sons and daughters. I am sorry to my peoples and to the Supreme-- *bzz-zzz-zzzt-(42secs of static and interference)bzz-zzz-zzz-zzz-zz-zzt* --no choice. I hope this transmission finds merciful receivers. This is a terrible admission, with an even more terrible warning...

*bzz-zzzt-bz-zzzt* --to detonate... we just had to. We had to self-destruct our moon. She hacked us. She lives a lie and sabotages or completely re-writes data to cover her tracks. She's made of nanites...! And she may even implant them inside you...! Ohhhhh... I'm so sorry. I can only hope we did not doom our planet too. I can only hope you will know why in time we *bzz-zzz-zzt-bzz-zzt* But... But... It left a... an 'offspring' here. It seemed friendly at first... then it attacked and-- *bzzz-zzzt-bzz-zzt* --worst of all: it reproduced... By the Supremacy... it is not a baby. Repeat... it is not a child. *loud banging and screaming* it's here! THEY are here! Please if anyone gets this transmission; feeding her a substance called... "chockalit..?" will appease and sedate her. Failing that: do not let her on board! REPEAT! DO NOT LET HER ON BOA-- Oh. No. *sighs* By the SupremaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH--*bzzz-zzz-zzz-zzzt*>>

'...

...

...Incoming image...
CHv7DHk.png
...transmission ended. Warning... Warning... Signal jammed... re-establishing connection... re-establishing conn*bzzz-zzz-zzzt* --reboot sequence complete. New parameters and protocols accepted...

Hello, user! What an honor to meet you! My name is Sydney. How may I help you today..? '
 
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