Elite Trader OXZ - Revision history

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 Available for download now through your Oolite in-game <u>Expansions Manager</u>.
-Or unzip to <b>Oolite->oolite.app->GNUstep->Library->ApplicationSupport->Oolite->ManagedAddOns</b>.
+Or unzip to <b>Oolite->AddOns</b>.
 [https://wiki.alioth.net/img_auth.php/4/40/Elite_Trader_Meta.oxz <b>Download Elite Trader Meta 1.19.2 OXZ</b>]

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 * [[Auto S.O.S OXZ|'''Auto S.O.S.''']]
 * [[Little Friends OXZ|'''Little Friends''']]
 * [[Advanced Space Compass]]
 * and a [[Beam Laser|beam laser]]: not for its destructive potential, but for the quality of its '''reticle'''!

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 Nothing we didn't expect.
-"All in a day's work, my Tea," soothes Zita and offers me the starlight of one of her smiles.
+"All in a day's work, my Tea," soothes Zita and radiates the starlight of one of her smiles.
 "So we're running?"

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 "Tea..." She lets out far-off sighing breath. "He's gone. And I play and re-play your holocast, the one where Dor Reval of Xexedi was made to leave you alone on your new ship to face the dark and the stars without him."
-I nod, increase my finger pressure minimally on Zita's warm and very un-ranoid skin. Tuners, you'll know that there are times when the only thing to say is nothing.
+I nod, increase my finger pressure on Zita's warm and very un-ranoid skin. Tuners, you'll know that there are times when the only thing to say is nothing.
 "I hate the Guild and I hate the League. I just do. I feel that one or the other was involved in what happened two Lave years ago."

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−	We ~~long ago~~ got the trick of 'bracing and breathing' down as near a fine art as a planet-born amphibioid ever will. Like to try it for yourselves, tuners? - Give <i>soror</i> Tea Mereso of Lerelace a giggle for a change...	+	We have got the trick of 'bracing and breathing' down as near a fine art as a planet-born amphibioid ever will. Like to try it for yourselves, tuners? - Give <i>soror</i> Tea Mereso of Lerelace a giggle for a change...

	Time folds itself over multiply when we enter witchspace and no scientist has ever fathomed, nor likely ever will fathom, how much <i>real time</i> 'passes' in the between during Jump. It is all relative, in any case, tuners - and though our bodies feel the effects, we do not seem to age and the Universe is as it was for us when we emerge, witch-sick, back into real space.		Time folds itself over multiply when we enter witchspace and no scientist has ever fathomed, nor likely ever will fathom, how much <i>real time</i> 'passes' in the between during Jump. It is all relative, in any case, tuners - and though our bodies feel the effects, we do not seem to age and the Universe is as it was for us when we emerge, witch-sick, back into real space.

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 Comm preludes with more static from Isinora's stellar wind. Then the rasp of the pirate-entity's Galspeak synth-voc assails our auriculars. <i>"We're counting the Lave seconds, sweetnesses... You have 30 until our first missiles come a-calling... Let's see those tech goodies popping out of your holds! Now!"</i>
-"Dump a quarter of it," Zita commands. "I'm doing likewise. The quest - whatever that is - comes first. We're not on a trade-run, correct?"
+"Dump a quarter of it," Zita commands. "I'm doing likewise. We'll break even. The quest - whatever that is - comes first. We're not on a trade-run, correct?"
 "Correct, my soror."

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 "When Gavros - that's my Dad - was taken, I did what any trader's daughter does - took over the 'Bond' as if she were mine: I have no sisters or brothers and never knew my mother... from another family's ship on route to the far edge of Galaxy One. These old trading ships are nothing complicated, unlike yours, and in any case I had watched Gav handle her from babyhood. The 'Bond' fits me like a glove and I fit her. We are truly one. I will never give her up, never abandon her - there is not even an escape pod because that's the one Gav closed the day they took him. They said it was either him, or me."
-Her screwdriver arrives and she twiddles with its stirrer a moment, eyes lost in the bitterweet drink. Her other hand is on the table so I lay one of mine over it and leave it there.
+Her screwdriver arrives and she twiddles its stirrer a moment, eyes lost in the bitterweet drink. Her other hand is on the table so I lay one of mine over it and leave it there.
 "Tea..." She lets out far-off sighing breath. "He's gone. And I play and re-play your holocast, the one where Dor Reval of Xexedi was made to leave you alone on your new ship to face the dark and the stars without him."

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 I ran across her ship - an ageing but well-kept Cob III - on the famous Qutiri-Isinor neophyte beat... (are there <i>any</i> traders who don't start earning there, tuners? - I've never met one.)
-And after glimpsing said vessel and hurriedly enquiring after her owner and that her regular on-station goto was Qutiri's Queer Lodge Grill, the bar I happen to find myself at whenever here - well, the rest, as they say, tuners, is history...
+And after glimpsing said vessel and hurriedly enquiring after her owner and if her regular on-station goto was Qutiri's Queer Lodge Grill, the inn I happen to find myself at whenever here - well, the rest, as they say, tuners, is history...
 This young, rather comely, humanoid native of Bemaera - not a stone's throw from Lave - does not hold back! But she made no demurral as I plonked a ranoid rear upon a seat in front of her without so much as a 'hello sister'. She did give me a quirkish and questioning smile, however, a smile that held in addition something of the knowing and familiar.

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 "The only entity", she avers, "this woman wants to take a hammer to is Contratius Phlebor."
-I throw her a dour grin, nodding in agreement. "And don't we have lasers for that?"
+I throw her a dour grin, nodding agreement. "And don't we have lasers for that?"
 "I do," she says, "but on your holo Dor said you don't."

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 Her screwdriver arrives and she twiddles with its stirrer a moment, eyes lost in the bitterweet drink. Her other hand is on the table so I lay one of mine over it and leave it there.
-"Tea," she says in a far-off sighing breath. "He's gone. And I play and re-play your holocast, the one where Dor Reval of Xexedi was made to leave you alone on your new ship to face the dark and the stars without him."
+"Tea..." She lets out far-off sighing breath. "He's gone. And I play and re-play your holocast, the one where Dor Reval of Xexedi was made to leave you alone on your new ship to face the dark and the stars without him."
 I nod, increase my finger pressure minimally on Zita's warm and very un-ranoid skin. Tuners, you'll know that there are times when the only thing to say is nothing.
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 We make spacedock - our ships tethered not too many berths apart - and I tell her that I have an idea. When did I ever not, Tuners?
-"I want to take you somewhere, Zita."
+"I need to take you somewhere, Zita."
 Zita drifts her body gently into mine and I feel the odorous mammalian warmth. "I'm yours," she murmurs.
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 Esconced quickly in the Viper's cabin, softly leather-embraced in de-luxe pilot-seat upholstery, I lose not a second getting on holo with Zita. Is it pure chance, tuners, that she lets my good selves and your good selves catch her at the tail-end of a zero-G dry body shower, light-brown gossamer tresses drifting around her face and neck and shoulders? You should not be watching!
-Catching my thoughts, she emits a low giggle, mimes for us the eons-old gesture of modesty with both arms and hands. "Tea, I know you are recording. When aren't you? - Your tuners want something to keep them 'hooked', and Zita Lavre wants them hooked, wants you hooked, so you will pursue what there is to pursue with me..."
+Catching my thoughts, she emits a low giggle, mimes for us the eons-old gesture of modesty with both hands and forearm. "Tea, I know you are recording. When aren't you? - Your tuners want something to keep them 'hooked', and Zita Lavre wants them hooked, wants you hooked, so you will pursue what there is to pursue with me..."
 "Oh believe me love," I give back, "You are not the only one. The worlds are with us and will stay with us until we no longer want them to."