Dear NPC... (an open letter)

Major Stevens
Security Detachment Commander
Baraniecki Vision

Dear Sir
Having been labelled by some in Llyr System as a smuggler I can certainly understand being scanned upon first arriving at your facility. however never in many months, have i been caught with cotraband arriving at, or leaving from your station.
After, I must say much hard work involving great personal risk (I have hunted Known Pirates, the notoriety of whom must be questioned given I found most only 1 or 2 systems from your own. Hauled many units of cargo, and been interdicted by pirates within 7 ls of the Station.) I am currently allied with your faction.

One would have thought that as a consequence of my standing with your faction, the level of scrutiny I am placed under would be adjusted accordingly. No, in fact, it has increased, I put it to you Sir that if you spent less time scanning and re-scanning my ship. You might be able to catch some of the pirates your system seems plagued by.

CMDR Cowan (C0WBELLS) Bell

 
What I really want is voice lines for NPC pilots to be consistent with their ability

Harmless pilots fair panicking when they report being wildly outnumbered, while elite ones would pick a more confident "we're in a target-rich environment, commander!" type of line

also some sassy, or indifferent, or neurotic, pessimistic COVAS, AI would surely be able to have a humour, or sarcasm function, I would love if 'insert cool COVAS name' said "wow real smooth" if I take damage landing on a High G Planet for example
 
Commander Jason Burke
Owner Phoenix Fleet
Dear Sir,

As head of the traffic control for this station a situation has arisen that requires my intervention. Members of my team, especially the more junior members have taken to mock your antics when landing, going so far to place wagers on certain aspects peculiar to you and you alone. This, alas is extremely detrimental to the continued running of the section in a coherent and professional manner. To put it bluntly Commander Burke, you aren't fooling anyone. When you drop into normal space directly inline with the entrance to the station, when you proceed towards the station at maximum boost, requesting landing permission at the last moment. When you eject your heat sinks (by the way, the number you regularly eject have become so numerous that we are considering fining your for littering - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) you aren't fooling anyone. All the controllers, all the security, hell one could include the janitorial and catering staff, we all know you are smuggling. We know and we just don't care, if we cared I am damn sure we would have a Black Market Office here!

There is no need to boost, no need to litter with ejected heat sinks, just make it look like you are avoiding the security ships, they will look the other way unless you make things too obvious.

Regards
Chief Oren Foley
P.S. On your next trip can you bring in some of that Lavian Brandy, we are nearly out of it here :D
 
Dear NPC pilot, you who are strugling to feed your family. What kind of damage you think your unengineered Eagle, Cobra, even Sidewinder is going to do to my Cutter? Hint, it is not much... Wouldn't it be best to leave those big ships be, so that you can return home to your family. Your bounty usually just covers my ammunition costs. Okay you may add some wear and tear to ships paint job and that annoys me nearly as much as your interdiction...
 
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GALNET PERSONALS:

Reaching out to:
NPC Blue Beluga Pilot

Hi you don't know me but I saw you last Tuesday, at Vancouver Ring. you were flying a Beluga, for one of the cruise Liner Companies, I saw you get caught up in the Toast-Rack. I then watched you spend 7 full minutes, 3000 and 1 point turning that thing around while that d*ck from the competing Cruise liner Company kept ramming you ship trying futilely to get in. Then before I could contact you you just... flew away... free as a bird.

I NEED to know WHO you know on the station turbo laser crew, I want to get in touch with them and get that sort of treatment even if I have to pay in Lavian Brandy, Last time my ar$3 was a bit slow through the mail slot, slow mind you NOT stopped for 7 mins, I got a free explosion.

Orange Keelback,
 
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Dear Rescue ship

Hello! I totally admire your dedication to your task, but I must say two things:

1: I have, and never will, run out of fuel.

2: Did you notice I am wearing the skin of your faction colleagues or the copious chunks of dead security wedged in the crevices of my ship?

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In the context of the above, would you think it might be a good idea to assess people before trying to 'help'?

Now, please excuse me. I have a mission to return some videotapes.
 
To the family of Peter Strickland NPC Crew (deceased)
cc Station Head, Hanna Enterprise, Witch Head Sector DL-Y D 17


It is with the utmost regret I write to inform you of the recent death of Peter. During our journeys together for many months we have explored, fought and mined as part of an efficient team. It was with pride I watched as Peter's prowess with the fighter increase with every wave of over-enthusiastic pirate attacks, buying us the time needed to evade or destroy them. That he would only mention the fighter was in any difficulty a second before it was occasionally destroyed was the only remaining issue our training had yet to resolve.


Law abiding and courteous to all Peter felt obliged to help with the humanitarian crisis unfolding in the Witch Head Nebula. Hanna Enterprise had been badly damaged in a Thargoid attack and refugees needed evacuating from the station to the nearby rescue ship. Using our massive Beluga Liner we were able to repeatedly navigate the wreckage and save hundreds of lives. Unfortunately, on one such rescue mission our ship became entangled on undetectable debris in the station slot. Well equipped and causing no impediment to others, we were in no danger as we tried all the standard manoeuvres to free ourselves. Our predicament significantly worsened when despite, our humanitarian credentials, the massive station damage, and the absence of other rescue ships, security deemed it appropriate to fine us for blocking the slot. This was swiftly followed by the targeting and destruction of our ship by the station internal defences.
One must wonder at the wisdom of such action by the station authorities, and question why they could not target the debris endangering the lives of all, rather than adding to it with our charred hull.

Whilst I was able to get to an escape pod, Peter was not so fortunate.

Peter died a hero, saving others – especially tragic occurring as it did, a few weeks before escape pods for crew becomes mandatory.
 
Dear Unknown Contact at a Nav Beacon:

I can't tell you what a change your advice has meant for me. I know it only cost you a moment, but before you told me I should "Fill my hold with gold" I was just blundering around, hauling biowaste and running the odd courier mission.

But after I met you I flew off to a mining outpost and, just as you advised, I bought all the gold I could carry. The rest is history!

I only wish that I remembered your name so I could thank you properly the next time we meet. Without your counsel I'd probably still be flying around in that old Adder. It's pilots like you who make the bubble such a friendly, helpful place!
 
Dear Passengers
There have been changes in the scheduled flightplan. Our planned route to Alioth, Golden Gate, has been substituted with HIP 106288, Janus Corp. Medical Research Centre. Weather at the destination is expected to be sunny, with anomalous witchspace phenomena and possible interference of alien technology, with some sudden outbursts of Tothos-fire. Cabin security protocols have been raised until our arrival. Flight attendants are happy to help with any questions you may have. Unfortunately, the gym is still closed until further notice.
 
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