#What heard

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stone galleon
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I am not sure where to post this. I've not participated in many forums, public or
otherwise.
I began playing Jump Space.@ early access release.
Browsing the Forums of Steam, and still learning my way
around Discord.

I understand the game is in growth, and seeing posts
of, requests, suggestions, thoughts, and ideas, by players
and developers alike.

Enjoying the game, and having time on my hands,
it bounced around in my head. Once settled, what landed
is a thought. What if...

it could open/offer up new/different possibilities,
with maybe new ones along the way.
we all like surprises, right?
(and all get really bummed when spoiled

it should be able to work for the players, and
the developers

it ties into, and opens ideas of, and incentives
for moving forward for the, players, objectives,
and game, as well as growth/development.

works with the What - Was..., is..., and is to be/come.

No hard hitting need to be's, or have to's just open
possibilities.

Not looking for anything special, or specific,
just continuing the search...in hope that we find, what
we all might be looking for.

hearing what said, a young scrapper becomes more
determined. will she/he join..., but that's
not it.

I put together a short skit that might envelope/cover
most, if not, all of that/this.

It is written up, and ready to be read.

not knowing if its already there, I am curios for
a look see by the developer eyes there.
before publics.

I do enjoy Jump Space!

stone galleon
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The Scene: First Tale.

A Young man scrambles over, under, and thru
exploding debris...suddenly it stops. Just
the, low hum of the machines, then nothing.

Him { (in a "giggling" sigh of relief)
Whowee, that was close!

-(a wounded female soldier/gunner, pops up out
out of the ruble,(pinned, or broken leg)
some reason she can't move)-

Her { Where Did You come from?! I thought
they were shooting at me!

Him { Looking for parts, for my ship.
My ride had to skip out when the
machines homed in on us.

-(as he gathers material to(brace leg, arm,
or just trying to make her comfortable)-

   (shaking his head)

Him { I don't know how you guys keep going

Her { (ha,ha, yea, it's scary. Sometimes,
more than others.
My Grand father told me a story, his
Great Grandfather was told. It was about
a Planet of Space Stations.

--------------------she tells him a short Tale
insert story/Tale

The inhabitants had explored space for centuries,
and been at war with each other for many of them.
Most of the planet as large as is it was,
had been devastated.

After the last of their great wars. They
began the (=blank=) program. Modifying and refitting any and everything left of the scattered space stations around the
planet.

(she continues)

As many Years past...

They began receiving First Contact from other systems. Technology soared, Their (=blank=) began to come together.

And then... (she drops it)
Yeah, the Virus.

      -(as she continues)-

whether it began there, or was brought in,
like us, they never knew.

Her { I always wonder if any of that (=blank=)
made it out of their system.

Him { I'd like to run across one those wrecks,

Her { in working condition or not.(she adds)

-(thru their helmet's, we see eyes widen and brows,
raise, with a weak smile of Hope, look at each other)- >continued...

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Hearing her Tale, excites the young scraper
with, a renewed determination to build his
ship, and increase his junk runs. As his
Uncle might, would, call em.)

Him { Your Right!... I'm going to activate my
beacon, and draw them away. Hopefully,
maybe,... some one will show up.

Her { Sounds like a plan.

Him { I'm tired of running and hiding
from the machines.

Her { Then Stop.
-{ as she hands him her rifle }-

Him { I'll bring back help.

Her { I Know.

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