The RPG of Dominion Space…
Excellent. Jennie looks at him soberly, “I suppose there’s that.” Then drily, “So much for my business plan.” I’m happy for Oliver to keep chatting with Jennie if you’re enjoying the interaction...
Oliver does know – being an expert on such things – that the Vizierate certainly could read all the messages – that every message ever sent across PubNet is stored at MaPaCoA, and at...
Unless he wishes to do so, Oliver gives no hint to Jennie that he has previously hacked the net message system and currently has thousands of an Overlordly Envoy’s messages on his laptop. “Anyway,...
She laughs, clearly amused at his conspiracy fingers. “Again I feel your expertise is probably superior to judge that.” May I get an Acting roll for Oliver please?
“You tell me – I thought it was almost impossible to crack the Message Net, otherwise every dodgy starship Comms Officer would be doing it.”
“I get to do things here that I wouldn’t get to do anywhere else,” she gestures to the nav display still showing the chart from earlier in the discussion, “Net Packets don’t travel to...
Jennie smiles back, “the choices we make. I can’t imagine not being in space, but I thought I was going to fly Net Packets or join the Trade Bureau, not be XO on a...
Jennie nods slowly. “I guess it’s how I was introduced to you; initial impressions matter, even though I’ve come to see you as more than that. I’ve enjoyed working with you, and in another...
Jennie frowns, processing. Oliver knows her well enough now that his Psychology skills will tell him she’s not always the most intuitive with people; her sense of humour is dry but can be hit...
Jennie smiles back, “services for the discerning Vizierate agent.”
