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		<title>Server at 21:26, 17 January 2023</title>
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 21:26, 17 January 2023&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039; &amp;lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000&quot;&amp;gt; THIS PAGE IS STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION! &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;  &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This story is incomplete and is more of a rough outline, terribly written jumble of thoughts. Please avoid until this warning changes.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is the story of adventures in [[Galaxy_Map|The Great Ring Galaxy]]. The story can show any new adventurer what to expect while roaming the vast expanse of space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is the story of adventures in [[Galaxy_Map|The Great Ring Galaxy]]. The story can show any new adventurer what to expect while roaming the vast expanse of space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Orcephrye at 00:14, 5 April 2019</title>
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		<updated>2019-04-05T00:14:24Z</updated>

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				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l1&quot;&gt;Line 1:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is the story of adventures in The Great Ring Galaxy. The story can show any new adventurer what to expect while roaming the vast expanse of space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is the story of adventures in &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;[[Galaxy_Map|&lt;/ins&gt;The Great Ring Galaxy&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;]]&lt;/ins&gt;. The story can show any new adventurer what to expect while roaming the vast expanse of space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;something &lt;/del&gt;else&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, someone braver&lt;/del&gt;. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped lips and grungy clothing. [[Species#Humans|Humans]] that left their home planet seemed to suffer this fate. A place she never saw, as she was born far away- not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying, anyway&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. But nothing seems safe&lt;/del&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;someone &lt;/ins&gt;else. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped lips&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and grungy clothing. [[Species#Humans|Humans]] that left their home planet seemed to suffer this fate. A place she never saw, as she was born far away- not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying, anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was seven, her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to survive. For the last ten years, most of her life, she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then, and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars, having been freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or, more likely, it was because of her owners stiffing Bosch of his pay. Either way, he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;be her own woman and &lt;/del&gt;somehow prove to this crew of mercs, and the whole of space, her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was seven, her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to survive. For the last ten years, most of her life, she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then, and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars, having been freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or, more likely, it was because of her owners stiffing Bosch of his pay. Either way, he took her from her cruel life and into another&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. Her parents had little choice and were actually happy in a way to see her escape&lt;/ins&gt;. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to somehow prove to this crew of mercs, and the whole of space, her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth, it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;this ship&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The &lt;/del&gt;crew had been happy to teach, and she wanted to be as useful as possible as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she knew more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;as he seated himself in the Captain&lt;/del&gt;&#039;s chair. He had not noticed her as he focused on what the instruments on the Helms &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;chair &lt;/del&gt;where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth, it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;space ships&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Most of the &lt;/ins&gt;crew had been happy to teach, and she wanted to be as useful as possible as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she knew more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;had left is captain&lt;/ins&gt;&#039;s chair &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;to stand over the Tamara the [[Helm_Officer|helms officer]]&lt;/ins&gt;. He had not noticed her as he focused on what the instruments on the Helms &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;console &lt;/ins&gt;where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ship&#039;s crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her newfound peers. An odd group of desperadoes. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;She &lt;/del&gt;seemed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for the law. This was a crew who knew that credits &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;are what talks not to mention it could also feed &lt;/del&gt;those who listen. There was a lot of &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Credits &lt;/del&gt;being offered according to this distress beacon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ship&#039;s crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her newfound peers. An odd group of desperadoes. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Despite being the newest member she &lt;/ins&gt;seemed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for the law. This was a crew who knew that credits &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;talked and &lt;/ins&gt;those who &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;knew how to &lt;/ins&gt;listen &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;where fat and happy&lt;/ins&gt;. There was a lot of &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;credits &lt;/ins&gt;being offered according to this distress beacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a few weeks ago. She and Bosch were the only [[Species#Humans|humans]]. The pilot was a [[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never saw before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; &lt;/del&gt;Tamara. Sarah quickly realized that &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;they were &lt;/del&gt;as little clothing &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;that is &lt;/del&gt;hygienically necessary and does not like being touched without permission. A very awkward first meet. But after a while, she and Tamara &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;have become friends&lt;/del&gt;. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. Captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a few weeks ago. She and Bosch were the only [[Species#Humans|humans]]. The pilot was a [[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never saw before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was Tamara. Sarah quickly realized that &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Tamara wore &lt;/ins&gt;as little clothing &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;as &lt;/ins&gt;hygienically necessary and does not like being touched without permission. A very awkward first meet. But after a while, she &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;was able to break past the differences between there species &lt;/ins&gt;and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;she learned that &lt;/ins&gt;Tamara &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;could be warm and inviting&lt;/ins&gt;. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. Captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A [[Species#Cryous|Cryous]] was curled up on the weapons console twiddling both sets of thumbs. His name was Leth, or at least that is how Bosch pronounced it. The Cryous had mostly blue scaly skin and the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a four-armed humanoid. He seemed to ignore Sarah for the most part. He tried to show her how to shoot a weapon a couple of times, but Sarah figured it was because Bosch told him too. Other than that nobody else was in the bridge room. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The kid &lt;/del&gt;was in the engine room of course. He seemed never to leave that place. Bosch called him Kid, although he was a grown man for his species. He was a &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Teraxcian &lt;/del&gt;or &quot;Rat folk&quot; as humans called him. To Sarah, it seemed more like &quot;Mouse folk&quot;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The kid &lt;/del&gt;was fun to be around he talked in squeaks that made her laugh, and he seemed to have much more energy then Tamara. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;One &lt;/del&gt;time she mentioned &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;it &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;him&lt;/del&gt;, and he explained &quot;It&#039;s because she is a flipping &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;planet&lt;/del&gt;! *squeak* &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;One &lt;/del&gt;she... *squeak*... is &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;on &lt;/del&gt;planetside she will be bouncing around just you wait! *squeak*&quot; Sarah smiled&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, and the chance to be planetside herself but then another crew member bumped into her. &quot;Excuse me huuuman you are blocking the entrance!&quot; said the little Grayling. His big dark eyes seemed to look down &lt;/del&gt;at &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;her despite being a foot smaller. &quot;Oh sorry I didn&#039;t me&quot; Sarah was interrupted again by the alien as he moved past and went for &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;communications console without saying a word. Emulex was his name, and Bosch&#039;s nickname for him was &quot;Pain in my ass&quot;. He too was a relatively new member &lt;/del&gt;of &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the crew and had signed up temporarily to avoid some apparent legal trouble in another Arm&lt;/del&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A [[Species#Cryous|Cryous]] was curled up on the weapons console twiddling both sets of thumbs. His name was Leth, or at least that is how Bosch pronounced it. The Cryous had mostly blue scaly skin and the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a four-armed humanoid&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. His lower set of arms were weaker and much shorter than the top&lt;/ins&gt;. He seemed to ignore Sarah for the most part. He tried to show her how to shoot a weapon a couple of times, but Sarah figured it was because Bosch told him too. Other than that nobody else was in the bridge room. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;Kid&quot; &lt;/ins&gt;was in the engine room of course. He seemed never to leave that place. Bosch called him Kid, although he was a grown man for his species. He was a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Murids &lt;/ins&gt;or &quot;Rat folk&quot; as humans called him. To Sarah, it seemed more like &quot;Mouse folk&quot;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Kid &lt;/ins&gt;was fun to be around he talked in squeaks that made her laugh, and he seemed to have much more energy then Tamara. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The thought of landing soon made her think of the &lt;/ins&gt;time she mentioned to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Kid about how &#039;slower&#039; Tamara sometimes appeared&lt;/ins&gt;, and he explained &quot;It&#039;s because she is a flipping &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;plant&lt;/ins&gt;! *squeak* &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Once &lt;/ins&gt;she... *squeak*... is planetside she will be bouncing around just you wait! *squeak*&quot;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/ins&gt;Sarah smiled at the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;thought &lt;/ins&gt;of &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;being planetside&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The ship &lt;/del&gt;bumped again. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This time it jerked &lt;/del&gt;the crew &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;around causing many &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;fall over&lt;/del&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Another crew member &lt;/ins&gt;bumped &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;into her on the way into the bridge. &quot;Excuse me huuuman you are blocking the entrance!&quot; said the little [[Species#Graelycxazshngs_.28aka_Graylings.29|Grayling]]. His big dark eyes seemed to look down at her despite being a foot smaller. &quot;Oh sorry I didn&#039;t mean&quot; Sarah was interrupted &lt;/ins&gt;again &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;by the alien as he moved past and went for the communications console without saying a word&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Emulex was his name, and Bosch&#039;s nickname for him was &quot;Pain in my ass&quot;. He too was a relatively new member of &lt;/ins&gt;the crew &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and had signed up temporarily &lt;/ins&gt;to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;avoid some apparent legal trouble in another Arm of the galaxy&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;Good Lord keep this &lt;/del&gt;ship &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] seemed to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last ten years underground but still, she noticed that things did not appear to be going as planned. The view screen was now hot, and &lt;/del&gt;it &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. Tamara turns to the rest of &lt;/del&gt;the crew&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &quot;Hold on this is going only &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;get worse!&quot;&lt;/del&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The &lt;/ins&gt;ship &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;bumped again&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This time &lt;/ins&gt;it &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;jerked &lt;/ins&gt;the crew &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;around causing Sarah &lt;/ins&gt;to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;nearly fall over&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shaken awake by Leth. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch is yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the damned places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;It&#039;s not all bad sir!&quot; Another far-off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least, and they know where we landed.&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot; &quot;Don&#039;t you get it you, idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&quot; Bosch replied. &quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&lt;/del&gt;&quot; The kid replied even further in the distance. &quot;That was an automated voice. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Its &lt;/del&gt;likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; Bosch sounded closer now. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;His voice becomes much more clear, and &lt;/del&gt;Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;not long ago&lt;/del&gt;, and this place is already known for its &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;strange monsters&lt;/del&gt;. We were supposed to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;by &lt;/del&gt;foot, and we gotta do it quick &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;before one or the other find us&lt;/del&gt;. Let&#039;s move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;By the Ring keep this ship steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] seemed to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last ten years underground but still, she noticed that things did not appear to be going as planned. The view screen was now hot, and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. Tamara turns to the rest of the crew. &quot;Hold on this is going only to get worse!&quot;. &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shaken awake by Leth. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch is yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the damned places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;It&#039;s not all bad sir!&quot; Another far-off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least, and they know where we landed.&quot; The kid replied even further in the distance. &quot;That was an automated voice. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;It&#039;s &lt;/ins&gt;likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; Bosch sounded closer now. Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;from time to time&lt;/ins&gt;, and this place is already known for its &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;hostile environment&lt;/ins&gt;. We were supposed to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;on &lt;/ins&gt;foot, and we gotta do it quick. Let&#039;s move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be fun...right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be fun...right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Orcephrye</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?title=Introduction_Story&amp;diff=6895&amp;oldid=prev</id>
		<title>Orcephrye: /* A Fateful Landing */</title>
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		<updated>2018-01-30T04:46:38Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;autocomment&quot;&gt;A Fateful Landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l3&quot;&gt;Line 3:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped lips and grungy clothing. [[Species#Humans|Humans]] that left their home planet seemed to suffer this fate. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seems safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped lips and grungy clothing. [[Species#Humans|Humans]] that left their home planet seemed to suffer this fate. A place she never saw&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;as she was born far away&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;- &lt;/ins&gt;not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;anyway. But nothing seems safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was seven, her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to survive. For most of her life &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the last ten years &lt;/del&gt;she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then, and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because of her owners &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;stiff &lt;/del&gt;Bosch of his pay. Either &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;case &lt;/del&gt;he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was seven, her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to survive. For &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the last ten years, &lt;/ins&gt;most of her life&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then, and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, having been &lt;/ins&gt;freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;more likely&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;it was because of her owners &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;stiffing &lt;/ins&gt;Bosch of his pay. Either &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;way, &lt;/ins&gt;he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and the whole of space&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth, it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about this ship. The crew had been happy to teach, and she wanted to be as useful as possible as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she knew more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch as he seated himself in the Captain&amp;#039;s chair. He had not noticed her as he focused on what the instruments on the Helms chair where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth, it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about this ship. The crew had been happy to teach, and she wanted to be as useful as possible as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she knew more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch as he seated himself in the Captain&amp;#039;s chair. He had not noticed her as he focused on what the instruments on the Helms chair where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Orcephrye</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?title=Introduction_Story&amp;diff=6894&amp;oldid=prev</id>
		<title>Orcephrye: /* A Fateful Landing */</title>
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		<updated>2018-01-30T04:41:00Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;autocomment&quot;&gt;A Fateful Landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 04:41, 30 January 2018&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l3&quot;&gt;Line 3:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;limps &lt;/del&gt;and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;rangy &lt;/del&gt;clothing. [[Species#Humans|Humans]] that left &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;there &lt;/del&gt;home planet seemed to suffer this fate. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seems safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;lips &lt;/ins&gt;and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;grungy &lt;/ins&gt;clothing. [[Species#Humans|Humans]] that left &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;their &lt;/ins&gt;home planet seemed to suffer this fate. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seems safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was seven, her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to survive. For most of her life the last ten years she&amp;#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then, and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&amp;#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because of her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was seven, her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to survive. For most of her life the last ten years she&amp;#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then, and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&amp;#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because of her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shaken awake by Leth. &amp;quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&amp;quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&amp;#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch is yelling somewhere off in the distance. &amp;quot;Of all the damned places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not all bad sir!&amp;quot; Another far-off voice said. &amp;quot;We got our lives at least, and they know where we landed.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t you get it you, idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&amp;quot; Bosch replied. &amp;quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&amp;quot; The kid replied even further in the distance. &amp;quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&amp;quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice becomes much more clear, and Sarah&amp;#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&amp;#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &amp;quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We were supposed to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot, and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. Let&amp;#039;s move out!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shaken awake by Leth. &amp;quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&amp;quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&amp;#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch is yelling somewhere off in the distance. &amp;quot;Of all the damned places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not all bad sir!&amp;quot; Another far-off voice said. &amp;quot;We got our lives at least, and they know where we landed.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t you get it you, idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&amp;quot; Bosch replied. &amp;quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&amp;quot; The kid replied even further in the distance. &amp;quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&amp;quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice becomes much more clear, and Sarah&amp;#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&amp;#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &amp;quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We were supposed to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot, and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. Let&amp;#039;s move out!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-added&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be fun...right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be fun...right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Orcephrye</name></author>
	</entry>
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		<title>Orcephrye: /* Camping can be Fun Right? */</title>
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		<updated>2018-01-30T04:39:41Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;autocomment&quot;&gt;Camping can be Fun Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 04:39, 30 January 2018&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Fun Right&lt;/del&gt;? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;fun...right&lt;/ins&gt;? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Tamara has been severely wounded and moving through the thick woods is slow. They eventually find a clearing and camp for the night. While Bosch tends to Tamara&amp;#039;s wounds, Kid tries to cheer the nervous Sarah up by telling her the story of how he became an engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Tamara has been severely wounded and moving through the thick woods is slow. They eventually find a clearing and camp for the night. While Bosch tends to Tamara&amp;#039;s wounds, Kid tries to cheer the nervous Sarah up by telling her the story of how he became an engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Orcephrye</name></author>
	</entry>
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		<title>Orcephrye at 00:09, 7 October 2017</title>
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		<updated>2017-10-07T00:09:04Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 00:09, 7 October 2017&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l3&quot;&gt;Line 3:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 3:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This seamed to be the fate of most &lt;/del&gt;[[Species#Humans|&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;humans&lt;/del&gt;]] &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;who &lt;/del&gt;left &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;their &lt;/del&gt;home planet. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seems safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead, she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. [[Species#Humans|&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Humans&lt;/ins&gt;]] &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;that &lt;/ins&gt;left &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;there &lt;/ins&gt;home planet &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed to suffer this fate&lt;/ins&gt;. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even planetside. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seems safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;7 &lt;/del&gt;her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;get by&lt;/del&gt;. For most of her life the last &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;10 &lt;/del&gt;years she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because of her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seven, &lt;/ins&gt;her parents got caught up in a labor camp as they were struggling to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;survive&lt;/ins&gt;. For most of her life the last &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ten &lt;/ins&gt;years she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However, that was then&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because of her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth, it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about this ship. The crew had been happy to teach and she wanted to be as useful as possible as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she knew more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch as he seated himself in the Captain&#039;s chair. He had noticed her as he &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;was &lt;/del&gt;focused on what the instruments on the Helms chair where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth, it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about this ship. The crew had been happy to teach&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and she wanted to be as useful as possible as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she knew more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch as he seated himself in the Captain&#039;s chair. He had &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;not &lt;/ins&gt;noticed her as he focused on what the instruments on the Helms chair where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ship&#039;s crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her newfound peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed &lt;/del&gt;to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for the law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks not to mention it could also feed those who listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered according to this distress beacon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ship&#039;s crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her newfound peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed &lt;/ins&gt;to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for the law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks not to mention it could also feed those who listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered according to this distress beacon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a few weeks ago. She and Bosch were the only [[Species#Humans|humans]]. The pilot was a [[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never saw before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was  Tamara. Sarah quickly realized that they were as little clothing that is hygienically necessary and does not like being touched without permission. A very awkward first meet. But after a while, Tamara &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and she &lt;/del&gt;have become friends. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. Captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a few weeks ago. She and Bosch were the only [[Species#Humans|humans]]. The pilot was a [[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never saw before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was  Tamara. Sarah quickly realized that they were as little clothing that is hygienically necessary and does not like being touched without permission. A very awkward first meet. But after a while, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;she and &lt;/ins&gt;Tamara have become friends. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. Captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A [[Species#Cryous|Cryous]] was curled up on the weapons console twiddling both sets of thumbs. His name was Leth or at least that is how Bosch pronounced it. The Cryous had mostly blue scaly skin and the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a four-armed humanoid. He &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed &lt;/del&gt;to ignore Sarah for the most part. He tried to show her how to shoot a weapon a couple of times but Sarah figured it was because Bosch told him too. Other than that nobody else was in the bridge room. The kid was in the engine room of course. He &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;never &lt;/del&gt;leave. Bosch called him &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;that &lt;/del&gt;although he was a grown man for his species. He was a Teraxcian or &quot;Rat folk&quot; as humans called him. To Sarah, it &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed &lt;/del&gt;more like &quot;Mouse folk&quot;. The kid was fun to be around he talked in squeaks that made her laugh and he &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed &lt;/del&gt;to have much more energy then Tamara. One time she mentioned it to him and he explained &quot;It&#039;s because she is a flipping planet! *squeak* One she... *squeak*... is on planetside she will be bouncing around just you wait! *squeak*&quot; Sarah smiled and the chance to be planetside herself but then another crew member bumped into her. &quot;Excuse me huuuman you are blocking the entrance!&quot; said the little Grayling. His big dark eyes &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed &lt;/del&gt;to look down at her despite being a foot smaller. &quot;Oh sorry I didn&#039;t me&quot; Sarah was interrupted again by the alien as he moved past and went for the communications console without saying a word. Emulex was his name and Bosch&#039;s nickname for him was &quot;Pain in my ass&quot;. He too was a &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;fairly &lt;/del&gt;new member of the crew and had signed up temporarily to avoid some apparent legal trouble in another Arm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A [[Species#Cryous|Cryous]] was curled up on the weapons console twiddling both sets of thumbs. His name was Leth&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;or at least that is how Bosch pronounced it. The Cryous had mostly blue scaly skin and the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a four-armed humanoid. He &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed &lt;/ins&gt;to ignore Sarah for the most part. He tried to show her how to shoot a weapon a couple of times&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;but Sarah figured it was because Bosch told him too. Other than that nobody else was in the bridge room. The kid was in the engine room of course. He &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed never &lt;/ins&gt;to leave &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;that place&lt;/ins&gt;. Bosch called him &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Kid, &lt;/ins&gt;although he was a grown man for his species. He was a Teraxcian or &quot;Rat folk&quot; as humans called him. To Sarah, it &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed &lt;/ins&gt;more like &quot;Mouse folk&quot;. The kid was fun to be around he talked in squeaks that made her laugh&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and he &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed &lt;/ins&gt;to have much more energy then Tamara. One time she mentioned it to him&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and he explained &quot;It&#039;s because she is a flipping planet! *squeak* One she... *squeak*... is on planetside she will be bouncing around just you wait! *squeak*&quot; Sarah smiled&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and the chance to be planetside herself but then another crew member bumped into her. &quot;Excuse me huuuman you are blocking the entrance!&quot; said the little Grayling. His big dark eyes &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed &lt;/ins&gt;to look down at her despite being a foot smaller. &quot;Oh sorry I didn&#039;t me&quot; Sarah was interrupted again by the alien as he moved past and went for the communications console without saying a word. Emulex was his name&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and Bosch&#039;s nickname for him was &quot;Pain in my ass&quot;. He too was a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;relatively &lt;/ins&gt;new member of the crew and had signed up temporarily to avoid some apparent legal trouble in another Arm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship bumped again. This time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship bumped again. This time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Good Lord keep this ship steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed &lt;/del&gt;to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;10 &lt;/del&gt;years underground but still, she noticed that things did not appear to be going as planned. The view screen was now hot and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. Tamara turns to the rest of the crew. &quot;Hold on this is going to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;only &lt;/del&gt;get worse!&quot;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Good Lord keep this ship steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seemed &lt;/ins&gt;to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ten &lt;/ins&gt;years underground but still, she noticed that things did not appear to be going as planned. The view screen was now hot&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. Tamara turns to the rest of the crew. &quot;Hold on this is going &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;only &lt;/ins&gt;to get worse!&quot;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shaken awake by Leth. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the damned places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;It&#039;s not all bad sir!&quot; Another far-off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least and they know where we landed.&quot; &quot;Don&#039;t you get it you, idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&quot; Bosch replied. &quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&quot; The kid replied even further in the distance. &quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice becomes much more clear and Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We were &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;suppose &lt;/del&gt;to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. Let&#039;s move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shaken awake by Leth. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;is &lt;/ins&gt;yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the damned places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;It&#039;s not all bad sir!&quot; Another far-off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and they know where we landed.&quot; &quot;Don&#039;t you get it you, idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&quot; Bosch replied. &quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&quot; The kid replied even further in the distance. &quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice becomes much more clear&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We were &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;supposed &lt;/ins&gt;to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. Let&#039;s move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be Fun Right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be Fun Right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Tamara has been &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seriously &lt;/del&gt;wounded and moving through the thick woods is slow. They eventually find a clearing and camp for the night. While Bosch tends to Tamara&#039;s wounds Kid tries to cheer the nervous Sarah up by telling her the story of how he became an engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Tamara has been &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;severely &lt;/ins&gt;wounded and moving through the thick woods is slow. They eventually find a clearing and camp for the night. While Bosch tends to Tamara&#039;s wounds&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;Kid tries to cheer the nervous Sarah up by telling her the story of how he became an engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Dark or Light ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Dark or Light ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: The team attempts to find better shelter. They come across a cave that Bosch believes will lead them to the other side of the mountains and much closer to the colony. While taking a break in the caves Tamara explains why she broke away from her species traditions and joined up with Bosch. Later on, however, the cave proves even more dangerous than the forest outside. As they flee Tamara dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: The team attempts to find better shelter. They come across a cave that Bosch believes will lead them to the other side of the mountains and much closer to the colony. While taking a break in the caves&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;Tamara explains why she broke away from her species traditions and joined up with Bosch. Later on, however, the cave proves even more dangerous than the forest outside. As they flee&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;Tamara dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Alone ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Alone ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once back out in daylight the team gets separated and Sarah and Leth have to find a way to meet back up with the others. Leth tries to explain to Sarah how to deal with the loose and hopelessness of the situation by sharing his own story. In the end Leth has to sacrifice himself &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;in order &lt;/del&gt;to allow Sarah to escape and meet back up with the rest of the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once back out in daylight the team gets separated&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;and Sarah and Leth have to find a way to meet back up with the others. Leth tries to explain to Sarah how to deal with the loose and hopelessness of the situation by sharing his own story. In the end&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;Leth has to sacrifice himself to allow Sarah to escape and meet back up with the rest of the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Safe! Now where is the Danger? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Safe! Now where is the Danger? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once in the colony Sarah follows a comms &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;single &lt;/del&gt;set up by Kid to find Bosch. However along the way she finds a new ally a Dimension Knight who informs her that she has the &#039;gift&#039;. She and the Knight face off against an unknown alien threat that was at least partially responsible for bringing the colony to ruin. And at the same time meet back up with her crewmates. Bosch instantly hates the Dimension Knight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once in the colony Sarah follows a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;single &lt;/ins&gt;comms set up by Kid to find Bosch. However along the way she finds a new ally a Dimension Knight who informs her that she has the &#039;gift&#039;. She and the Knight face off against an unknown alien threat that was at least partially responsible for bringing the colony to ruin. And at the same time meet back up with her crewmates. Bosch instantly hates the Dimension Knight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== All for something ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== All for something ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once together the team realizes that they must find the source of the devastation &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;in order &lt;/del&gt;to rescue themselves from being stuck on this planet. While on the search Bosch explains to Sarah a part of his life story in an attempt to make her side with him and stay with the crew. However this contradicts the theme that he and the other crew members had been telling her which was to define your own path. However at the same time, Bosch has proven to be right about every decision he has made. Sarah proves to herself and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;to &lt;/del&gt;everyone else that she can handle herself in a fight and that she does indeed have the &#039;gift&#039; which is what the Dimension Knight was talking about. The Knight wants her to leave with him to train and become a Knight. In the end she most chooses between staying with Bosch or leaving this &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;recently &lt;/del&gt;new life or a whole new one with the Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once together the team realizes that they must find the source of the devastation to rescue themselves from being stuck on this planet. While on the search Bosch explains to Sarah a part of his life story in an attempt to make her side with him and stay with the crew. However&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;this contradicts the theme that he and the other crew members had been telling her which was to define your own path. However&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;at the same time, Bosch has proven to be right about every decision he has made. Sarah proves to herself and everyone else that she can handle herself in a fight and that she does indeed have the &#039;gift&#039; which is what the Dimension Knight was talking about. The Knight wants her to leave with him to train and become a Knight. In the end&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;she most chooses between staying with Bosch or leaving this new life or a whole new one with the Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== A Fateful Landing ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most [[Species#Humans|humans]] who left &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;there &lt;/del&gt;home planet. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;planet side&lt;/del&gt;. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seams &lt;/del&gt;safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most [[Species#Humans|humans]] who left &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;their &lt;/ins&gt;home planet. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;planetside&lt;/ins&gt;. Her parents left Earth a while back. &quot;It wasn&#039;t safe.&quot; That&#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seems &lt;/ins&gt;safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;labour &lt;/del&gt;camp as they &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;where &lt;/del&gt;struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However that was then and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;labor &lt;/ins&gt;camp as they &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;were &lt;/ins&gt;struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;that was then and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;of &lt;/ins&gt;her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of mercs and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about this ship. The crew had been happy to teach and she wanted to be as useful as &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;possibly &lt;/del&gt;as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;new &lt;/del&gt;more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch as he seated himself in the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Captains &lt;/del&gt;chair. He had noticed her as he was focused on what the instruments on the Helms chair where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way to the view of deep space. In truth&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it the most. It was where she practiced flying and learned a lot about this ship. The crew had been happy to teach and she wanted to be as useful as &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;possible &lt;/ins&gt;as quickly as possible. At the moment she wished she &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;knew &lt;/ins&gt;more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless. She glanced up at Bosch as he seated himself in the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Captain&#039;s &lt;/ins&gt;chair. He had noticed her as he was focused on what the instruments on the Helms chair where saying about the approaching planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ships &lt;/del&gt;crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;new found &lt;/del&gt;peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks not to mention it could also feed those who listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered according to this distress beacon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ship&#039;s &lt;/ins&gt;crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;newfound &lt;/ins&gt;peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the &lt;/ins&gt;law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks not to mention it could also feed those who listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered according to this distress beacon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a few weeks ago. She and Bosch &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;where &lt;/del&gt;the only [[Species#Humans|humans]]. The pilot was a [[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seen &lt;/del&gt;before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was  Tamara. Sarah quickly realized that they &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;wear &lt;/del&gt;as little clothing that is hygienically necessary and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;do &lt;/del&gt;not like being touched without permission. A very awkward first meet. But after a while Tamara and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;her &lt;/del&gt;have become friends. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The captain &lt;/del&gt;Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a few weeks ago. She and Bosch &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;were &lt;/ins&gt;the only [[Species#Humans|humans]]. The pilot was a [[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;saw &lt;/ins&gt;before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was  Tamara. Sarah quickly realized that they &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;were &lt;/ins&gt;as little clothing that is hygienically necessary and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;does &lt;/ins&gt;not like being touched without permission. A very awkward first meet. But after a while&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;Tamara and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;she &lt;/ins&gt;have become friends. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Captain &lt;/ins&gt;Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A [[Species#Cryous|Cryous]] was curled up on the weapons console twiddling both sets of thumbs. His name was Leth or at least that is how Bosch pronounced it. The Cryous had mostly blue scaly skin and the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a four armed humanoid. He seamed to ignore Sarah for the most part. He tried to show her how to shoot a weapon a couple of times but Sarah figured it was because Bosch told him too. Other &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;then &lt;/del&gt;that nobody else was in the bridge room. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Kid &lt;/del&gt;was in the engine room of course. He seamed to never leave. Bosch called him that although he was a grown man for his species. He was a Teraxcian or &quot;Rat folk&quot; as humans called him. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Too &lt;/del&gt;Sarah it seamed more like &quot;Mouse folk&quot;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Kid &lt;/del&gt;was fun to be around he talked in squeaks that made her laugh and he seamed to have much more energy then Tamara. One time she mentioned it to him and he explained &quot;It&#039;s because she is a flipping planet! *squeak* One she... *squeak*... is on planetside she will be bouncing around just you wait! *squeak*&quot; Sarah smiled and the chance to be planetside herself but then another crew member bumped into her. &quot;Excuse me huuuman you are blocking the entrance!&quot; said the little Grayling. His big dark eyes seamed to look down at her despite being a foot smaller. &quot;Oh sorry I didn&#039;t me&quot; Sarah was interrupted again by the alien as he moved past and went for the communications console without saying a word. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Eyulax &lt;/del&gt;was his name and Bosch&#039;s nickname for him was &quot;Pain in my ass&quot;. He too was a fairly new member of the crew and had signed up temporarily to avoid some apparent legal trouble in another Arm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A [[Species#Cryous|Cryous]] was curled up on the weapons console twiddling both sets of thumbs. His name was Leth or at least that is how Bosch pronounced it. The Cryous had mostly blue scaly skin and the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a four&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/ins&gt;armed humanoid. He seamed to ignore Sarah for the most part. He tried to show her how to shoot a weapon a couple of times but Sarah figured it was because Bosch told him too. Other &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;than &lt;/ins&gt;that nobody else was in the bridge room. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The kid &lt;/ins&gt;was in the engine room of course. He seamed to never leave. Bosch called him that although he was a grown man for his species. He was a Teraxcian or &quot;Rat folk&quot; as humans called him. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;To &lt;/ins&gt;Sarah&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;it seamed more like &quot;Mouse folk&quot;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The kid &lt;/ins&gt;was fun to be around he talked in squeaks that made her laugh and he seamed to have much more energy then Tamara. One time she mentioned it to him and he explained &quot;It&#039;s because she is a flipping planet! *squeak* One she... *squeak*... is on planetside she will be bouncing around just you wait! *squeak*&quot; Sarah smiled and the chance to be planetside herself but then another crew member bumped into her. &quot;Excuse me huuuman you are blocking the entrance!&quot; said the little Grayling. His big dark eyes seamed to look down at her despite being a foot smaller. &quot;Oh sorry I didn&#039;t me&quot; Sarah was interrupted again by the alien as he moved past and went for the communications console without saying a word. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Emulex &lt;/ins&gt;was his name and Bosch&#039;s nickname for him was &quot;Pain in my ass&quot;. He too was a fairly new member of the crew and had signed up temporarily to avoid some apparent legal trouble in another Arm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship bumped again. This time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship bumped again. This time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Good Lord keep this ship steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] seamed to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last 10 years &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;under ground &lt;/del&gt;but still she noticed that things did not appear to be going as &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;planed&lt;/del&gt;. The view screen was now hot and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. Tamara turns to the rest of the crew. &quot;Hold on this is going to only get worse!&quot;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Good Lord keep this ship steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] seamed to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last 10 years &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;underground &lt;/ins&gt;but still&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;she noticed that things did not appear to be going as &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;planned&lt;/ins&gt;. The view screen was now hot and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. Tamara turns to the rest of the crew. &quot;Hold on this is going to only get worse!&quot;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;shacked &lt;/del&gt;awake by Leth. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;dammed &lt;/del&gt;places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Its &lt;/del&gt;not all bad sir!&quot; Another far off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least and they know where we landed.&quot; &quot;Don&#039;t you get it you idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&quot; Bosch replied. &quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&quot; &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Kid &lt;/del&gt;replied even further in the distance. &quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;become &lt;/del&gt;much more clear and Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;where &lt;/del&gt;suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Lets &lt;/del&gt;move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;shaken &lt;/ins&gt;awake by Leth. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;damned &lt;/ins&gt;places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;It&#039;s &lt;/ins&gt;not all bad sir!&quot; Another far&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/ins&gt;off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least and they know where we landed.&quot; &quot;Don&#039;t you get it you&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&quot; Bosch replied. &quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&quot; &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The kid &lt;/ins&gt;replied even further in the distance. &quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;becomes &lt;/ins&gt;much more clear and Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;were &lt;/ins&gt;suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Let&#039;s &lt;/ins&gt;move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l28&quot;&gt;Line 28:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 28:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Dark or Light ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Dark or Light ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: The team attempts to find better shelter. They come across a cave that Bosch believes will lead them to the other side of the mountains and much closer to the colony. While taking a break in the caves Tamara explains why she broke away from her species traditions and joined up with Bosch. Later on however the cave proves even more dangerous &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;then &lt;/del&gt;the forest outside. As they flee Tamara dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: The team attempts to find better shelter. They come across a cave that Bosch believes will lead them to the other side of the mountains and much closer to the colony. While taking a break in the caves Tamara explains why she broke away from her species traditions and joined up with Bosch. Later on&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;however&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;the cave proves even more dangerous &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;than &lt;/ins&gt;the forest outside. As they flee Tamara dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Alone ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Alone ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once back out in &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;day light &lt;/del&gt;the team gets separated and Sarah and Leth have to find a way to meet back up with the others. Leth tries to explain to Sarah how to deal with the loose and hopelessness of the situation by sharing his own story. In the end Leth has to sacrifice himself in order to allow Sarah to escape and meet back up with the rest of the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once back out in &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;daylight &lt;/ins&gt;the team gets separated and Sarah and Leth have to find a way to meet back up with the others. Leth tries to explain to Sarah how to deal with the loose and hopelessness of the situation by sharing his own story. In the end Leth has to sacrifice himself in order to allow Sarah to escape and meet back up with the rest of the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Safe! Now where is the Danger? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Safe! Now where is the Danger? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once in the colony Sarah follows a comms single &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;setup &lt;/del&gt;by Kid to find Bosch. However along the way she finds a new ally a Dimension Knight who informs her that she has the &#039;gift&#039;. She and the Knight face off against an unknown alien threat that was at least partially responsible for &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;bring &lt;/del&gt;the colony to ruin. And at the same time meet back up with her &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;crew mates&lt;/del&gt;. Bosch instantly hates the Dimension Knight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once in the colony Sarah follows a comms single &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;set up &lt;/ins&gt;by Kid to find Bosch. However along the way she finds a new ally a Dimension Knight who informs her that she has the &#039;gift&#039;. She and the Knight face off against an unknown alien threat that was at least partially responsible for &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;bringing &lt;/ins&gt;the colony to ruin. And at the same time meet back up with her &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;crewmates&lt;/ins&gt;. Bosch instantly hates the Dimension Knight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== All for something ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== All for something ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once together the team realizes that they must find the source of the devastation in order to rescue themselves from being stuck on this planet. While on the search Bosch explains to Sarah a part of his life story in an attempt to make her side with him and stay with the crew. However this contradicts the theme that he and the other crew members had been telling her which was to define your own path. However at the same time Bosch has proven to be right about every decision he has made. Sarah proves to herself and to everyone else that she can handle herself in a fight and that she does indeed have the &#039;gift&#039; which is what the Dimension Knight was talking about. The Knight wants her to leave with him to train and become a Knight. In the end she most &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;choose &lt;/del&gt;between staying with Bosch or leaving this recently new life or a whole new one with the Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Once together the team realizes that they must find the source of the devastation in order to rescue themselves from being stuck on this planet. While on the search Bosch explains to Sarah a part of his life story in an attempt to make her side with him and stay with the crew. However this contradicts the theme that he and the other crew members had been telling her which was to define your own path. However at the same time&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;Bosch has proven to be right about every decision he has made. Sarah proves to herself and to everyone else that she can handle herself in a fight and that she does indeed have the &#039;gift&#039; which is what the Dimension Knight was talking about. The Knight wants her to leave with him to train and become a Knight. In the end she most &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;chooses &lt;/ins&gt;between staying with Bosch or leaving this recently new life or a whole new one with the Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Orcephrye</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?title=Introduction_Story&amp;diff=5936&amp;oldid=prev</id>
		<title>Orcephrye: /* Camping can be Fun Right? */</title>
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		<updated>2017-09-09T02:07:45Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;autocomment&quot;&gt;Camping can be Fun Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;← Older revision&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 02:07, 9 September 2017&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l24&quot;&gt;Line 24:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 24:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be Fun Right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Camping can be Fun Right? ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Sarah moves with the crew. Learning that &lt;/del&gt;Tamara has been seriously wounded and moving through the thick woods is slow. They eventually find a clearing and camp for the night. While Bosch tends to Tamara&#039;s wounds Kid tries to cheer the nervous Sarah up by telling her the story of how he became &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and &lt;/del&gt;engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outline: Tamara has been seriously wounded and moving through the thick woods is slow. They eventually find a clearing and camp for the night. While Bosch tends to Tamara&#039;s wounds Kid tries to cheer the nervous Sarah up by telling her the story of how he became &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;an &lt;/ins&gt;engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Dark or Light ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;== Dark or Light ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Orcephrye</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>Orcephrye at 02:06, 9 September 2017</title>
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		<updated>2017-09-09T02:06:50Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 02:06, 9 September 2017&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l20&quot;&gt;Line 20:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shacked awake by Leth. &amp;quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&amp;quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&amp;#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch yelling somewhere off in the distance. &amp;quot;Of all the dammed places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;Its not all bad sir!&amp;quot; Another far off voice said. &amp;quot;We got our lives at least and they know where we landed.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t you get it you idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&amp;quot; Bosch replied. &amp;quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&amp;quot; Kid replied even further in the distance. &amp;quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&amp;quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice become much more clear and Sarah&amp;#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&amp;#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &amp;quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We where suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. Lets move out!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shacked awake by Leth. &amp;quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&amp;quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&amp;#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch yelling somewhere off in the distance. &amp;quot;Of all the dammed places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;Its not all bad sir!&amp;quot; Another far off voice said. &amp;quot;We got our lives at least and they know where we landed.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t you get it you idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&amp;quot; Bosch replied. &amp;quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&amp;quot; Kid replied even further in the distance. &amp;quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&amp;quot; Bosch sounded closer now. His voice become much more clear and Sarah&amp;#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&amp;#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &amp;quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms appeared here not long ago, and this place is already known for its strange monsters. We where suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before one or the other find us. Lets move out!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;== Camping can be Fun Right? ==&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Outline: Sarah moves with the crew. Learning that Tamara has been seriously wounded and moving through the thick woods is slow. They eventually find a clearing and camp for the night. While Bosch tends to Tamara&#039;s wounds Kid tries to cheer the nervous Sarah up by telling her the story of how he became and engineer.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;== Dark or Light ==&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Outline: The team attempts to find better shelter. They come across a cave that Bosch believes will lead them to the other side of the mountains and much closer to the colony. While taking a break in the caves Tamara explains why she broke away from her species traditions and joined up with Bosch. Later on however the cave proves even more dangerous then the forest outside. As they flee Tamara dies.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;== Alone ==&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Outline: Once back out in day light the team gets separated and Sarah and Leth have to find a way to meet back up with the others. Leth tries to explain to Sarah how to deal with the loose and hopelessness of the situation by sharing his own story. In the end Leth has to sacrifice himself in order to allow Sarah to escape and meet back up with the rest of the team.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;== Safe! Now where is the Danger? ==&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Outline: Once in the colony Sarah follows a comms single setup by Kid to find Bosch. However along the way she finds a new ally a Dimension Knight who informs her that she has the &#039;gift&#039;. She and the Knight face off against an unknown alien threat that was at least partially responsible for bring the colony to ruin. And at the same time meet back up with her crew mates. Bosch instantly hates the Dimension Knight. &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;== All for something ==&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Outline: Once together the team realizes that they must find the source of the devastation in order to rescue themselves from being stuck on this planet. While on the search Bosch explains to Sarah a part of his life story in an attempt to make her side with him and stay with the crew. However this contradicts the theme that he and the other crew members had been telling her which was to define your own path. However at the same time Bosch has proven to be right about every decision he has made. Sarah proves to herself and to everyone else that she can handle herself in a fight and that she does indeed have the &#039;gift&#039; which is what the Dimension Knight was talking about. The Knight wants her to leave with him to train and become a Knight. In the end she most choose between staying with Bosch or leaving this recently new life or a whole new one with the Knight.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most [[Species#Humans|humans]] who left there home planet. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even planet side. Her parents left Earth a while back. &amp;quot;It wasn&amp;#039;t safe.&amp;quot; That&amp;#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seams safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most [[Species#Humans|humans]] who left there home planet. A place she never saw as she was born far away not even planet side. Her parents left Earth a while back. &amp;quot;It wasn&amp;#039;t safe.&amp;quot; That&amp;#039;s what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seams safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a labour camp as they where struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However that was then and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;pirates &lt;/del&gt;and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a labour camp as they where struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she&#039;s worked tirelessly for the profit of some alien who cared little for others and even less for [[Species#Humans|humans]]. However that was then and this is now. Now she looks in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also [[Species#Humans|human]] and didn&#039;t like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;mercs &lt;/ins&gt;and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;A opaque panel seamed &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;effortlessly protect Sarah from &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;dead cold reach &lt;/del&gt;of space. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;From her view she saw &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;destination planet &lt;/del&gt;where &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the distress beacon was suppose &lt;/del&gt;to be &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;coming from&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;speaker informing the ships crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her &lt;/del&gt;new &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;found peers. An odd group of desperadoes&lt;/del&gt;. She &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care &lt;/del&gt;in the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Ring for law&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This &lt;/del&gt;was &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;a crew who knew that credits are &lt;/del&gt;what &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;talks not to mention it could also feed those who listen&lt;/del&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The flight deck felt massive with its wide view screen wrapping around the room giving way &lt;/ins&gt;to the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;view &lt;/ins&gt;of &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;deep &lt;/ins&gt;space. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;In truth it was cramped for a [[Common_Mil._Large_Hull|Large Civilian]] ship. But Sarah loved it &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;most. It was &lt;/ins&gt;where &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;she practiced flying and learned a lot about this ship. The crew had been happy to teach and she wanted &lt;/ins&gt;to be &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;as useful as possibly as quickly as possible&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;At &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;moment she wished she &lt;/ins&gt;new &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;more about Spaceship Operations as she felt useless&lt;/ins&gt;. She &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;glanced up at Bosch as he seated himself &lt;/ins&gt;in the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Captains chair&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;He had noticed her as he &lt;/ins&gt;was &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;focused on &lt;/ins&gt;what &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the instruments on the Helms chair where saying about the approaching planet&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;There was a lot of Credits being offered according to this distress beacon&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;She knew little else about &lt;/del&gt;the crew. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;She after all just joined them a few weeks ago&lt;/del&gt;. She and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Bosch where &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;only [[Species#Humans|humans]]&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The pilot &lt;/del&gt;was a &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;[[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never seen before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was  Tamara. Sarah quickly realized &lt;/del&gt;that &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;they wear as little clothing that is hygienically necessary and do &lt;/del&gt;not &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;like being touched without permission&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;A very awkward first meet. But after &lt;/del&gt;a &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;while Tamara and her have become friends. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;pass the time. The captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was&lt;/del&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The communications console lights up&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ships &lt;/ins&gt;crew &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;of the decent path. Sarah looks at her new found peers&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;An odd group of desperadoes&lt;/ins&gt;. She &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seamed to fit right in poor, desperate &lt;/ins&gt;and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;not a care in &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Ring for law&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This &lt;/ins&gt;was a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;crew who knew &lt;/ins&gt;that &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;credits are what talks &lt;/ins&gt;not &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;to mention it could also feed those who listen&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;There was &lt;/ins&gt;a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;lot of Credits being offered according &lt;/ins&gt;to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;this distress beacon&lt;/ins&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a few weeks ago. She and Bosch where the only [[Species#Humans|humans]]. The pilot was a [[Species#Volar|Volar]], a species she never seen before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green skin spotted with light and dark shapes. Her name was  Tamara. Sarah quickly realized that they wear as little clothing that is hygienically necessary and do not like being touched without permission. A very awkward first meet. But after a while Tamara and her have become friends. Tamara gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. The captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was. &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;A [[Species#Cryous|Cryous]] was curled up on the weapons console twiddling both sets of thumbs. His name was Leth or at least that is how Bosch pronounced it. The Cryous had mostly blue scaly skin and the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a four armed humanoid. He seamed to ignore Sarah for the most part. He tried to show her how to shoot a weapon a couple of times but Sarah figured it was because Bosch told him too. Other then that nobody else was in the bridge room. Kid was in the engine room of course. He seamed to never leave. Bosch called him that although he was a grown man for his species. He was a Teraxcian or &quot;Rat folk&quot; as humans called him. Too Sarah it seamed more like &quot;Mouse folk&quot;. Kid was fun to be around he talked in squeaks that made her laugh and he seamed to have much more energy then Tamara. One time she mentioned it to him and he explained &quot;It&#039;s because she is a flipping planet! *squeak* One she... *squeak*... is on planetside she will be bouncing around just you wait! *squeak*&quot; Sarah smiled and the chance to be planetside herself but then another crew member bumped into her. &quot;Excuse me huuuman you are blocking the entrance!&quot; said the little Grayling. His big dark eyes seamed to look down at her despite being a foot smaller. &quot;Oh sorry I didn&#039;t me&quot; Sarah was interrupted again by the alien as he moved past and went for the communications console without saying a word. Eyulax was his name and Bosch&#039;s nickname for him was &quot;Pain in my ass&quot;. He too was a fairly new member of the crew and had signed up temporarily to avoid some apparent legal trouble in another Arm. &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship bumped again. This time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship bumped again. This time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Good Lord keep this ship steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] seamed to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last 10 years under ground but still she noticed that things did not appear to be going as planed. The &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;opaque panel &lt;/del&gt;was now hot and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The Pilot &lt;/del&gt;turns to the rest of the crew. &quot;Hold on this is going to only get worse!&quot;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Good Lord keep this ship steady!&quot; Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The [[Species#Volar|Volar]] seamed to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last 10 years under ground but still she noticed that things did not appear to be going as planed. The &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;view screen &lt;/ins&gt;was now hot and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Tamara &lt;/ins&gt;turns to the rest of the crew. &quot;Hold on this is going to only get worse!&quot;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shacked awake by &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;a crew member&lt;/del&gt;. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the dammed places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;Its not all bad sir!&quot; Another far off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least and they know where &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;he &lt;/del&gt;landed&quot;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/del&gt;&quot;Don&#039;t you get it you idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&quot;. &quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&quot;. &quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; His voice become much more clear and Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;appear&lt;/del&gt;, strange monsters &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;appear on this planet&lt;/del&gt;. We where suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;these creatures appear&lt;/del&gt;. Lets move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah was shacked awake by &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Leth&lt;/ins&gt;. &quot;Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!&quot; and he shoved a mask on Sarah&#039;s bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bosch yelling somewhere off in the distance. &quot;Of all the dammed places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!&quot;. &quot;Its not all bad sir!&quot; Another far off voice said. &quot;We got our lives at least and they know where &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;we &lt;/ins&gt;landed&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/ins&gt;&quot; &quot;Don&#039;t you get it you idiot! This planet is well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts!&quot; &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Bosch replied&lt;/ins&gt;. &quot;But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?&quot; &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Kid replied even further in the distance&lt;/ins&gt;. &quot;That was an automated voice. Its likely that the people who sent that distress call are dead or at the very least unable to help.&quot; &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Bosch sounded closer now. &lt;/ins&gt;His voice become much more clear and Sarah&#039;s eyes opened again to see Bosch&#039;s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. &quot;Listen up! They say strange life forms &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;appeared here not long ago&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and this place is already known for its &lt;/ins&gt;strange monsters. We where suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;one or the other find us&lt;/ins&gt;. Lets move out!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Orcephrye</name></author>
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