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Oh my god it's...
« on: 03 October 2020, 04:09:55 »
Drinking, Gambling, frequenting prostitutes.  The big three of soldier's vices, the true traditionals.

of course, the intoxicants change over time.  instead of drinking, it's been drugs or drugs have supplemented it.  The Clans of course traded up to a level of gambling that kinda blows everything else out of the water, turned it into a damn virtue.

makes running games in Clanspace kind of tricky, but they love them some contraband drugs.

I sell the good stuff.  Look, when you calc out the costs per gram on an interstellar run, the bribes, the...other methods to get goods across a border, you can't afford to deal in phennig-ante shit.  You can find most of the staples anywhere, hookers even exist in Clanspace itself.

no, to make money on this gig, you need the stuff nobody else can offer, the stuff your average grad-students can't cook or grow in their basement labs.

we're talking the truly hard-core stuff, the kind of material that can't be cut with baking powder, the kind of wild-ass shit that doesn't grow in unattended parking lots in the suburbs.

The really hard-core shit, knowhatI'msayin?

and it takes an educated market.

I'm not saying your daddy's a bad man, but I am, sweetie.  We are sneaking a cargo of death here, make no mistake-the kind that if a Ghost Bear patrol finds it on a routine stop, will put us both out the airlock without a suit, and if a Davion or Kurita ship makes the stop, well...first to the interrogation rooms, then to a grinning man with pliers and electrodes, and then out the airlock without a suit.

for completely different reasons to boot, punkin.

The Davions or the Snakes will want to find out our source first, because it's a violation of national security.

The Ghost Bears, Wolves, Horses, or Falcons will do it on the general principle that we're selling something they made illegal, and we're selling it to people who've elevated gambling on sports book to a damned ritual.

LD-550s, Krusher, wake-the-deads.  Performance enhancers, steroids for brain and body.  Sixty different flavors of superman in a bottle.

Here's how the trade works...

we deliver to an asteroid, and pick up our pay, then we jump out.  sounds simple enough, right?  the pay, is cashy-money, there's a lot of it laying around in Clan space, billions of every house currency, collected from banks, businesses, and so on.  sometimes the order's going to include other things.  Sometimes it's tech specifications which we'll give to the bosses for a cut.  In turn, the bosses will sell it through back-channels to corporations working on everything from weapons to toasters.

Mercs have it wrong.  Piracy isn't dangerous.  What we're doing?  well...that is dangerous as you can get, sweety.  We move the goods, we see that cash, and if we go and get caught?

well...

getting caught is what happened to your mommy, and why you have to live with Daddy now.

Larah got caught.  She got caught, and she got to try to breathe hard vacuum, but at least she didn't stop off in a state-sponsored torture chamber first.  If you go and get caught, pray it's the Clanners and not the Inner Sphere who catches you-they're at least merciful about it, but the end line is the same.

That said, this job gives me the creeps...


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Re: Oh my god it's...
« Reply #1 on: 03 October 2020, 06:06:14 »
Sindra Hayha cut the thrust and drifted the remaining 5 kilometers to the pickup point.  in holovids, a smuggler team would be in constant radio chatter.  This, is incorrect.

Silence, in space, is golden, and necessary.

the asteroid loomed below her boots, as she fell toward it's rotating frame of reference.  Come in too fast, the rock's tumble hits you and you die tumbling in the dark, too slow, and it rises up and goes on its way without you.

the relative velocity has to be just right.

the 55 kilometer wide mass of ice, rock, and dust kissed her boots at a temporary one-gee, and she flexed her knees to compensate.

she reached up, aiming at the ship, and flashed a red-spectrum hand lamp once, to let the crew know she made it.

Then, she made her way, climbing-floating to the crater where the customers left the goods.

You can call it 'just business', but everything has to be done with care when you're a citizen of no nation, doing the business no nation would desire to be done.

Due diligence, you might say.  she found the cache point, and unlimbered her own load, before sweeping the package with a portable scanner.

There are no handshakes on these deals.  She didn't see the buyer, and the buyers...should not have seen her.

well, you pays your money, as they say, and some bets come with fixed odds.  Boyd on the ship broke silence, "We're being boarded!!"

she looked up.

the Dropship had slipped in, unseen, because active radar would've been seen, it had managed to match velocities with the Melisune and force a dock while she'd been falling to the planetoid.  Magnification showed a diamond design on the side, featuring a black bird or crow...

Snow Raven?? here??

this far from the Outworlds it seemed impossible, but a Clan Snow Raven dropship was even now managing a forced boading of the Melisune.

the magnification screwed up her situational awareness in the immediate, and so she didn't see the blur resolve, before feeling the clamping force on her arms of a battle-armored marine, making a capture.

helmet contact, and a deep voice, "Do not struggle, it will do you no good."

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Re: Oh my god it's...
« Reply #2 on: 03 October 2020, 06:16:38 »
Well... Someone's Sierra Oscar Lima
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« Reply #3 on: 03 October 2020, 07:48:43 »
They locked her down with a clamping bar.  This is a restraint for people in space-suits, because most EVA suits don't let you bend the right way for handcuffs, and the ones that do, well...

it works on those, too.

at the airlock, they at least waited until the lock was pressurized before removing her helmet, passing her into a smallcraft bay, and anchoring her knees-down to a deck between two aerofighters.  "this is new." she noted as soon as she realized she was alone with five Elemental-breeds in the bay.

"New?"

"You lot usually just space my kind." she said, "We don't usually get the whole 'asking questions' first."

"Federated Suns...Draconis Combine, Republic space, Wolf, Hell's Horses, Rasalhague Dominion, did I miss any?"

"Did a run in Falcon space a few months ago." she said.  "Why am I still alive?"

"Because...the whole objective of taking you alive is so you will be alive."  The darkest skinned Elemental stated, "That should be obvious, Quiaff?"

"Not one of yours, so no, it's not obvious.  I don't know anything you can use, we set up the routes specifically so that none of us know more than we have to to do the job, finish the job, and get paid."

"That...baling wire and spit wreck you call a jumpship would be a disgrace."

"The ****** you say, the Melisune is a classic! small jump signature, just enough cargo space to handle a job!" she turned a little red, "You do not call my father's ship a disgrace!"

the exceedingly tall man broke a smile.  "Pride...there it is.  You know, life would be a lot easier, and you could finally get something besides flex-seal and rigging tape to fix your coolant leaks, if you were not so insistent on being...Jordan, what is the word?"

"Independent, Star Commander."

"Yes, 'Independent'...Legitimate work is out there, you do not have to keep smuggling...what is this anyway?  Steroids? Performance drugs? Poisons?"

"A little of 'I don't ask questions'." she hissed. 

He chuckled, "Spacers...but you know what they are anyway."

"my people don't use merchandise..."

"Of course they do not! if they did, you would all be breathing deep space instead of being offered the once-in-a-lifetime, best-not-refuse-it offer my Clan summoned you here for."

"Wait...you...you're the customer?"

"How do you get an ace smuggler to walk in the door, Miss Sayha? you offer them a job."  He tossed the satchel module to the side, "The goods are of no import, I am here to offer you a charter job, and Clan Snow Raven will pay for repairs to your vessel as part of the payment. no reason to let dodgy incompetents put your lives and crew at mortal risk for under-the-table."

"and if i don't take the job..."

"Well, I can't say the weather outside the hull is particularly comfortable." he told her, "you will be treated as smugglers, and disposed of accordingly."

"What's the job?"

"First, do you accept I am serious about my terms?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then, Jason, unlock Sindra here, and let her crew know she has agreed to our terms...terms which you might be pleased to note, were required for my mission, since your navigational computer's database is corrupted beyond any sort of recognition-how do you navigate that...the Melisandre so well?"

"Knowledge and memory." Sindra stated.

"Then you may consider we are interested in buying your expertise, and we will discuss destinations once your...ship...has been properly repaired and brought up to some kind of rational spec, in the meantime...enjoy the hospitality and do not enter any restricted areas without escort."
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Re: Oh my god it's...
« Reply #4 on: 03 October 2020, 08:03:55 »
Well now, what could a space-oriented clan use a smuggler for, I wonder.  8)

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« Reply #5 on: 03 October 2020, 08:10:51 »
Some shady spec-ops or intelligence mission?
Other than that I don't figure.

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« Reply #6 on: 03 October 2020, 08:34:59 »
tick-tock-tagged  :D

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« Reply #7 on: 03 October 2020, 08:37:32 »
Some shady spec-ops or intelligence mission?
Other than that I don't figure.
or a top secret diplomatic mission
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« Reply #8 on: 03 October 2020, 08:55:26 »
Some shady spec-ops or intelligence mission?
Other than that I don't figure.
I think I'll let Zoidberg answer here:
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« Reply #9 on: 03 October 2020, 09:02:37 »
Someone always wants to be somewhere they shouldn't be, to do something they shouldn't do, in such a manner that they were never there and it never happened.

Now, if you can facilitate such a non-event...
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« Reply #10 on: 03 October 2020, 12:28:15 »
Interesting.......veeerrryyyyy inteeeeeerrestiiiiinnnng!!

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« Reply #11 on: 03 October 2020, 12:47:32 »
hmmm!
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« Reply #12 on: 03 October 2020, 13:15:03 »
Oh, fun!

Do I smell the Rockjack Ravens looking out to add some much-needed spacer expertise to their ranks?

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« Reply #13 on: 03 October 2020, 14:18:04 »
the hardest part of the business, isn't just that getting caught is a great way to die...it's that sometimes it's a great way to be drafted.

Three and a half centuries of wars, rebuilding efforts and more wars makes being an owner/operator of a jumpship into kind of a crapshoot unless you like being dragooned into someone else's navy, to haul a dropship full of whoever from one planet to a target where they might shoot you anyway.

Sinda knew a few shipmasters who've wound up on the wrong side of an airlock because the charter they took, turned out to need the ship more than them, or turned out to be less respectable than they first appeared.

Word, you see, does get around in the rare ports genuinely friendly to independent contractors.

the Snow Raven dropship apparently had a big friend in the system, or close by, because what jumped into range was the size of a space station, and had a mouth that swallowed up her little jumpship like a whale swallowing a goldfish.

Clearly, the Snow Ravens were not hurting for hulls.

which kinda made her wonder what the job was going to be...and why they would go through the business of setting up a contraband trade just to get a Spacer crew.  The owning of a Yardship-and enough yardships to bring it here to fix Melisune's leaking core coolant systems, aging engine, and frequently patched hull?  That said what they were after wasn't the ship-it's the crew.

But, Star Commander Bernhard Foster wasn't telling her anything, and the man was all mild and smiles, which is chilling with that much mass differential combined with the fundamental power imbalance implied between them.
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« Reply #14 on: 03 October 2020, 16:17:21 »
Melisune was about as non-standard as you can get.  Jumpships without collars are rare-incredibly rare, in fact.

Star Commodore Gordon Lankeneau  crossed his arms, looking at the antique in his repair bay.  The ship wasn't actually a half-bad piece of work, considering it was a mix of components that had been put together out of pieces of other ships.

"have you finished the survey on that junker yet?"  He asked.

Senior Chief AsTech Brandon nodded.  "We did." he said, "You will love this-some previous owner with access to tools took an early, pre-collar jumpship and replaced the primitive core, added structure to hold it together without collapsing, and then replaced the original maneuver drives with four units from a Mammoth and one from a Behemoth, then down-rated the whole assembly to keep it from cooking off.  What we have here, is almost a corvette."

"What would it need to be more than almost?"

"Weapons.  and I am not talking about the turrets some owner salvaged off of a late model Aquila or the twin lasers from an invader they tacked on but never quite finished working out the bugs for.  This is a real, honest-to-the-founder Spacer's build..."

"Which means?"

"Which means the boys and girls in the fab shop are going to be busy.  Half the damn ship is worn out, out of tolerances, or finagled into serving purposes other than the original engineer's intent.  I can tell you this much-they do not stop at regular ports, and they do not do dropship support operations-I doubt that mess in my bay has been within two AU of an inhabited planet since it was...ah...'launched' might be too kind a term.  the Dropshuttles it has are in nice shape, one Mark VII and a K-1, both in passable condition for a civilian rig that does not normally get a health and welfare check."

"Overall rating?" Lankeneau asked.

"F.  That ship is completely unsafe in the condition she is in...but within our timeframe I believe my boys and girls can get it up to a C minus.  Let me use goodies and I can get it up to an A Plus, plus get the connections and wiring finished so the docking collar is an actual docking collar instead of just a heavy-duty airlock."

"Do it. we have time, and it will give Foster a chance to work their captain a bit, warm her up to the idea...say, what kind of weapons do you suppose would fit?"

the AsTech frowned, "OvKhan, you are considering arming them, quineg?"

"Aff...what kind of weapons?"

"We have specs and fab patterns for sub-capitals on file and a few hobby pieces, the structure is a little light for full capital installations unless you want missiles in single launchers."

"Hm.  work up a layout.  Where we are sending them, they might need it, and mission comes first."

"First, last, and always.  Understood."
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« Reply #15 on: 03 October 2020, 16:26:00 »
Ho boy, this is going to escalate so very quickly for Sindra. :D

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« Reply #16 on: 03 October 2020, 16:31:03 »
"First, last, and always.  Understood."

Okay, I've now got a Sisters of Mercy soundtrack in my head for this one  :)
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« Reply #17 on: 03 October 2020, 17:19:03 »
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...full of stars?
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« Reply #18 on: 03 October 2020, 17:44:44 »
The yardship has a gym in the gravity deck.

Sindra got to discover this, when Star Commander Foster showed up in the temporary quarters with two towels and a pair of gym shoes.

"That's one gee." she objected, "I can't hac that."

He'd suspected when she requested quartering off the gravity wheel.  "When was the last time you had a physical, Sindra?" he asked.

Sindra sighed, "I get signed off every year-"

"That is not what I asked."

She frowned.  "I don't land." she said, "I don't need-"

So, she got to visit the medical wing.

The 'Doc', a big-headed Aeropilot phenotype took blood, ran ultrasound and x-rays, and stuck her in an MRI before announcing her findings.

"You know, this is the thirty-first century!  Gravity sickness is supposed to be extinct!  we have treatments! even the outworlders have treatments!"

"brittle bones runs in the family." I tell him, "We're not innyahwallah, at least since twenty generations back."

"that is no excuse, young lady...You're treatable still, based on your sampling you are still in your growth years."

Now Foster looks concerned, "How old is she, doc?"

"between twelve and fifteen."

****** you.  "We grow slower." I interject, "I'm..."  we do grow slower.  I'm at least eighteen Earthyears old-dad said so when he was alive.

"You have a bunch of falsified records and no fixed identity outside your crew and ship."  the doc has my number there.  "You Folk are always a presentation of challenges...prescription is Bonedox-225 with a dose of stem cell supplement...and at least thirty five days of life under gravity until the bonemass misdevelopment is corrected...and Star Commander, can you arrange for the rest her little crew to be brought in for examinations?"

"hey, some of my crew have Dirtyfeet ancestors! they don't need-"

"I can." Foster stated.  "relax, it will take at least that long for the yard to finish with your ship, Sindra...today we'll do cardio, tomorrow core." He smiled at me.  bastard is lucky he's handsome, even if he IS built more like a power-loader than a person.

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« Reply #19 on: 03 October 2020, 18:12:14 »
i love how readily battletech players have adopted The Expanse's Beltalowda as a model for the spacers of the Battletech setting.

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« Reply #20 on: 03 October 2020, 18:40:54 »
for Sindra, being banished to the gravity deck with it's one gee of earthlike spin gravity was somewhere between being under constant emergency thrust at all times, and being terrified of a stumble that would be both humiliating, and painful.  The idea that humanity had lived millions of years under the constant burden was a little off-putting, but not as bad, as the shortness of breath, or the way no position really was comfortable.

"Our ancestors lived like this?" she scoffed.

Foster laughed, "most of humanity lives like this, and thrives."

"can't see why or how, not when they can leave it!"

this makes him crack up again. 

the strength testing showed Sindra's grip, radial and flex strength was well within the norms for an athletic human female who engages in rigorous exercise.  the problems with bone density were offset slightly, but her muscle development was as predicted-strong for someone who spends the majority of their life in less than half a gravity, that engages in vigorous exercise and works out.

just...some muscle groups were unaccustomed to being strained under a single, steady, gravity's weight.

"You mentioned you do not land...when was the last time you saw a planet, Sindra?" Foster asked, as he caught the spotter-bar one-handed.

"um...I have a telescope, I see lots of planets."

"I meant, from the ground."

"Finagle's balls no!!" she almost squeaked, eyes wide.  "Planets are deathtraps.  full of all kinds of...parasites and microorganisms, everything is choked with dirt and..dust..and ew...wildlife that is also trying to kill you! and if there's a collider coming you can't get away, and then there's..no thank you." She shuddered in revulsion.  "Death and disease wrapped in chaos and crushing pressure!  I do not feel a burning need to walk the beach.  I mean, come on! Living your whole life with only ONE set of stars to see? and you can't even go??"

"Scared, quiaff?" he inquired teasingly.

"Fleeping right! if people want to be trapped on the shore, fine, but not me!" she insisted firmly. "Unscrubbed air? ew.  I can purge pollutants, control atmo pressure, and fix leaks.  Planets leak all the time and there's no roof! people might have evolved under...sky...but you know what? we got the chance to leave.  I honestly don't get anyone who would maroon themselves."

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« Reply #21 on: 03 October 2020, 20:00:26 »
never been exposed to an outside environment? sounds like she might need an immune system booster or twelve as well..

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« Reply #22 on: 03 October 2020, 20:36:23 »
i love how readily battletech players have adopted The Expanse's Beltalowda as a model for the spacers of the Battletech setting.
It does help that the plagiaristic effort is accurate AF. Plus, when is the last time we had belters as protagonists in entertainment? The movie Outland, back in the 80's

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« Reply #23 on: 03 October 2020, 22:28:18 »
Briefings happened next.  Star League charts that haven't been available since before the First Succession War are laid out.

"...not sure why, but they created a sort of 'super barrier' around the Republic, everyone's efforts to get in have failed."

"You need a probe."  Sindra stated.  "You want to know what stone's hidden behind the curtain."

"It's more complex than that.  We were in negotiations with the Metis Coalition Congress.  The Republic has not been treating the Belters...well."

"How long ago?" she asked.

"Six months.  the walls went up sometime six months ago...we need a route past the walls, and frankly, conventional approaches haven't helped."  Lankeneau explained.

"So, unconventional approaches...this chart, it's Star League standard?"

"yes."

"You want a smuggler's route, one of the jump routes that nobody knows because they never went reported...and you need a navigator and crew who can actually manage the flight, because you guys  don't do those."

"Correct.  Will you make the attempt?"

she frowned, "I need to know everything you know about this...'hyperspatial distortion', Star Commodore...and I'll need a workspace to start working on a plan...and these charts?"

"Yes?"

"If this 'fortress' phenomena is man-made and not some natural effect we've never observed before, then can I be sure that they relied on this information?"

"It is likely."

"Then there might be a chance, but you're familiar with the legend of Abaddon, right?  Perdition's Flames?"

"Uhm..."

"because we're not going to do that." she stated firmly, "First, I assume your prior attempts mapped out a rough perimeter, ayeh?  did you try Nikki Minh's black run? from the war?"

This got blank looks, which made Sindra roll her eyes in disgust, "Dirtyfeet...you can take the dirtyfoot out of the well and you still can't make them think it through!...well, get my ship to ship-shape, find a group willing to risk annihilation and a Philadelphia disaster, then.  It takes too long to tell the story and we've got math and observations to do!"
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« Reply #24 on: 04 October 2020, 00:17:56 »
From that meeting on, it was preparing for a job, like every other job in her life, only she put some energy into physical prep, because the jumps to get there were going to be hell.

Going off-axis, pushing out past the elliptical plane of the galaxy, is always a rough jump even for 'insensitives'.  For someone who hears the choir, those runs are extra rough, and Sindra has heard the Choir most of her life.

"...this list is anti-nausea drugs and...basic painkillers?"

"yeah, our navigator's going to need them." Sindra stated.

"You are the navigator..?"

"Yeah.  just stock the feeping drugs, okay? and a couple of shock packs." she turned from the supply requisition officer, and faced the yard chief.  "How far are you on fixing my gorram ship, chief? because we're going to need to find space for drop tankage...and you better not be installing a new set of core safeties, because the first thing we'll be doing is ripping them right the hell out...in fact, don't bother updating the NavCom, I won't be using it and I don't need a system delay."

"What's the plan?" Foster asked.  as the ranking Snow Raven officer and the 'client' his boss negotiated a shared position in planning, and a role on the Melisune.

"Dark matter." she said, "if Fortress is what I think it might be, there's going to be gaps-they can't anchor the cores to nothing, and there's going to be a range on them, that means our approach vector into hyperspace has to be exact, narrow, with a narrow window.  It'll be like Minh's six-second transit, only multiple times, we'll know when we make the first black jump."

"Black jump?"

"Jump into space with no star system, like surfacing in the deep, deep dark where the dead men go.  hence the drop-tanks. we're going to need the extra fuel to make the next leg, or the next survey point.  Buck up, big man, think of it as 'adventures in interstellar survey', only about six centuries late.  We're going to walk where nobody's walked, to get to a place nobody in their right mind wants to go."

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« Reply #25 on: 04 October 2020, 00:25:25 »
Nice new story! looking forward to seeing where you take it.

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« Reply #26 on: 04 October 2020, 00:26:35 »

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« Reply #27 on: 04 October 2020, 00:43:57 »
She could mean the TAS Philadelphia, a Charger class (armed Aquilla ).
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« Reply #28 on: 04 October 2020, 01:19:13 »
She could mean the TAS Philadelphia, a Charger class (armed Aquilla ).
probably. that was the one everyone said got eaten by hyperspace beasties. but as a reference it could easily be either. and i have no doubt that TPTB picked that name for the jumpship as a direct reference to the urban myth.
much like how Stackpole had a SLDF Hammerhead fighter crashing in "the Roswell district" of New Avalon, leading to stories of alien bodies being stored in a hanger.

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« Reply #29 on: 04 October 2020, 10:48:08 »
Very nice.  This is shaping into another one of your excellent "let's look at CBT from 15 degrees to one side and see what happens" stories.
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