IMTU, I will build upon my version of the Post collapse era. Mr Dougherty's vison eclipses mine (he has better horizon-limit than myself, down amongst the trees. I'll allow him to shape the forest.).
My New Era has far more Lower tech ships (all those hard Times era MT TL-7-9 stuff still about. Jump shuttles and Lighters make dandy Wagon trains for the poor Pocket empire. As for Dark, well, The dead don't smell any better; The lines between good and evil get blurry when the plasma cartidges are gone, and The skipper's brains are all over your suit. Guess the natives don't wanna chat your lingo.
"The Coalition doesn't have all the answers, the Hivers have their agendas, and Solee isn't as dumb as they make 'em out. And its on the backs of those with strong stomachs to salvage the Relics of eld through the mass boneyard former Hi pop worlds that an economy grows. Gritty? Gruesome? Yeppurs."
"Salvagers get namecalled, but everyone lines up to buy their hauls. In the end, it's your line of credits that matters. Just don't go mad out there, sifting through the ruins on some vaccuum world where several billions snuffed out in a matter of hours or minutes. They're dead, and you're not..Remember that."
"And there are monsters out there, some of them walk up right and call themselves men. There are places to make a stand, and places to cut and run when the bottom line means a unmarked grave.
And whatever you do, whomever you serve, remember, no one looks after your back better than yourself sometimes."
---Lessons 1-5, Sean "Lucky-Dice" Eagan, retired salvager, Aubaine/Aubaine to the new employees of Jumping Jack Flash Interstellar & Mercantile. Ltd (formerly known as Majestic Relic Survey, Ltd. Nike Nimbus), circa 1203.
Sleinte!
Liam Devlin
Arkansas Skunk werkes
319th Gaming Squadron
