[center][h3][color=00ff00][b]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

"That's alright, Anselm," Jack nods. "I'm still on duty here, but you can go if you want. You can keep an eye on my 'room mates'."

Patrol ships were so crampt, it was a shock to see he'd received so much room. But with a voyage of years, that space could be very important.  Sadly, his luggage had been swapped out by a prankster. He watched as she left the bridge.

“It may be dangerous to apply assumptions about Human decision making to alien psychology," Wodan responded. "What is expected for Humans may not suit the logical and emotional priorities of an alien life form. In the absence of other data, drawing conclusions from the experience of Human history may be the best option available, but for as long as there is peace between these factions, we do have the opportunity to collect behavioral data on these species.”

[i]So close, and yet so far.[/i]

Jack sighs. "Wodan, I've spent a good deal of my life in hostile, unforgiving environments. I've lost good people due to design flaws, the unexpected, and miscalculations, sometimes by the very people in charge. Whatever assumptions I make are based on the only history and experiences I know, and that's lead me to treat everything with a measure of caution."

"What's out there may be peaceful now, but we're in a very tricky and dangerous domestic situation - just ask any cop. Two factions are gearing up out there, and we're the prize in between. Already there's been moves against us, some by players we've yet to meet."

"And this oversaturated atmosphere won't need much to spark."