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Hey Voidfarer, how do we keep finding ourselves here? Right smack in the middle of the viper’s nest. All tangled up in fangs and venom, coiling around the neck. Some thrive in that kinda mess, the ones that know how to shoot a target dead on with a glance or slice a major artery with the right word. Me? I’ll stick with my sidearm. In this one Raine listens in, Xandar leans in, and H.A.R.T steps in.

Hey Voidfarer, you know… I think I might have underestimated you. You got a cool head and a steady eye. What’s more important, is that you’re true. That’s a rare thing out here. Hell, I've done the old double cross dance a few times in my day. Not you though Voidfarer. You’re honest. Let’s just hope that don’t get you killed. In this one Raine locks up, Xandar unlocks, and H.A.R.T locks in.

Hey Voidfarer, you’re in their sights now. Only thing between you and sweet oblivion is your side iron and a bit of luck. Don't discount how far you can make that stretch. Hey, if you’re going down today, just make sure you drag a few of those bastards to meet the Zodiac with you. In this one Raine turns it on, Xandar turns around, and H.A.R.T turns back.

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Hey Voidfarer, this all makes me think of an old job. An outpost we were trying to secure out in the Far System. A little cradle of life sat on top of a desolate ice ball. Kept getting swarmed by these parasites- nasty lil suckers. Took a lot of fire to put them down and keep them there. Turns out we set that colony right on top of their natural breeding grounds. In the end it wasn’t about who the real invaders were- it was about who could hold out the longest. In this one Raine translates, Xandar transports, and H.A.R.T is transfixed.

Hey Voidfarer, you’re on your own now. You think I like it like this, sitting on the sidelines gathering dust? I’d give anything to ride into the howling, guns out right beside you. Guess that’s just not my lot in life. Some of us tell the story- some of us are the story. In this one Raine brings it in, Xandar brings it back, and H.A.R.T brings it down. 

Hey Voidfarer, you know what I like about you? You’re always true to your friends. Friends are important out here- they’re everything. Good ones will keep you alive. Course, bad ones might get you killed. I’d like to think we’re friends by now, eh Voidfarer? Say, am I a good friend… or bad? In this one Raine sees it, Xandar speaks it, and H.A.R.T hears it.

Hey Voidfarer, pick that head of yours up. What, you got knocked down once? If I had a gold credit for every time I got my bell rung… I’ll tell you what, I wouldn’t still be running gate-to-gate cargo and bounty out of this old clunker. Times like these are what make a real Voidfarer. So, show me what you got. In this one Raine shakes it off, Xandar gets the shakes, and H.A.R.T shakes loose.

Hey Voidfarer, let’s do this one by the numbers, ok? Starting to feel just like old times… Just you, your team, and the job at hand. Nothing in the Void quite like pulling off a job and taking a bit of G out of some sucker’s pocket. Why don’t we show them how it’s done? In this one Raine cooks, Xandar books, and H.A.R.T looks.

Hey Voidfarer, I think you’ve got their attention now. Sure, everyone likes an underdog- but folks love a winner. Go ahead, let it get to your head a little, let them know you ain’t scared. Only people that say winning isn't everything, are the people that ain't never won a thing in their life. In this one Raine shows off, Xandar shows his hand, and H.A.R.T shows up.

Hey Voidfarer, I shouldn’t have to tell you that first place is the only place that matters. Being a step ahead of the herd feeling their heat vibrating at the back of your neck- one wrong step and you’re swallowed by the furious masses. Just one step further. In this one Raine pushes the limit, Xandar pushes the throttle, and H.A.R.T pushes back.

Hey Voidfarer, you never forget your first mentor. Mine was a tough old spacer. Showed me how to turn over a voidship with an overheated drive core, was right there with me the first time I put someone down with an arcane pistol… gave me that old smoker too… still got it mounted here on the wall. “Clean shot” that’s all she said- us standing over the poor sucker watching his colors fade, “clean shot”. In this one Raine cuts loose, Xandar cuts in, and H.A.R.T cuts it close.

Hey Voidfarer, guess I wasn’t much for sports. Not team sports anyway. Bunch of grinning sweaty lugs slapping each other on the back… no, not for me. Better off when it’s just your own skills on the line, no dead weight at your ankle. Not much of a crowd pleaser either… I do my best work when no one is looking. In this one Raine steps up, Xandar steps out, and H.A.R.T steps back.

Hey Voidfarer, always good to have companions at your back, but nothing wrong with taking some time out for yourself either. Go ahead, get your head right- sort through all that noise. They’ll all be waiting for you when you get back. It’ll all be waiting. We’ve got all the time in the Void… In this one Raine courts, Xandar concocts, and H.A.R.T collects.

Hey Voidfarer, look… I’m not here to tell you what to do, but if you aren’t careful this house of cards could come a tumblin down. The art of the lie starts with a little truth- sometimes that lie can save lives and sometimes the truth can bury you. In this one Raine is surrendering, Xandar is surviving, and H.A.R.T is surveying. 

Hey Voidfarer, I’m starting to think clubs just aren’t your thing. That’s alright, plenty of other things to get up to on a nice evening like this…  and who knows? Maybe you’ll meet some new like minded friends- friends who prefer to stay off the dance floor and stick to the shadows. In this one Raine gets the picture, Xandar gets interrupted, and H.A.R.T gets it back.

Hey Voidfarer, never been much for religion personally. Except the kind you find at the business end of a pistol, a melody you just can’t escape, or some nights between the sheets. I have prayed though. Not to anyone in particular, just to the darkness of the Void. I’ll let you know if I ever get an answer. In this one Raine asks where, Xandar asks who, and H.A.R.T asks why. 

Hey Voidfarer, I ever tell you about the time I got pinned down in a firefight over in the Hard System? Real bloody one, had us backed into a corner swapping shots for hours on end. Wasn’t about numbers, it wasn't about strength, just a game of stamina. You got what it takes to hang in? In this one Raine creates distance, Xandar creates a monster, and H.A.R.T creates light.