---Healthy Mind ltd.---
---Planet Cambridge, Bretonia---
---Your mental health, our responsibility---
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---Login information accepted. Welcome Dr. Patterson---
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RcdAccess: Robert.Jones
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Name: Robert Jones
Age: 24
Place of Birth: Planet Cambridge
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 6'2'' (185 cm)
Hair colour: Medium brown
Eye colour: Central Heterochromic, dark greyght brown
Occupation: Commander in the BAF, served for past 12 months
Highest level of Education: Corpus college, planet New Cambridge, Physics and Mechanics
Mental state: Stable, although problems observed since the loss of Stokes
Report: Jones is one of our more stable lads, and in fact is only part of our database due to the mandatory mental profiling of all BAF members. Standard tests show him to be highly intelligent, However, his more physical skills are rather lacking. Too much time studying and not enough time exercising are likely to be the causes of this, and he is still trying to shake off these problems in his Templar. His respect for authority is very well defined, although he can show initiative if required. Some problems have been observed since the capture of Stokes by the Kusari, such as heightened aggression, increased frequency of racsist remarks, especially against the Kusari, and occasional flights in his templar while off shift, which, according to the data which the BAF have handed over, often end up near Stokes, where he constantly tests the defences, in particular the angles at which its EMP turrets can fire. He has also been seen to show intense hatred for slavers, ignoring orders of commanding officers to hunt them down in some cases.
Recommended action: None at the moment, although if trips to Stokes continue, locking down his Templar and Challenger while he is off shift could be benificial.
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---Related files: Ensign Geoffrey Hawkins (Robert Jones' Challenger copilot), Ensign Oliver Mitchell (Often moves Robert Jones' Templar, seems somehow attached to Jones)---
SysShutDown
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---Gateway Personell mental health assesment---
---Date: 19/5/817---
---Subject: David Carter---
---Position in company: Trader---
---Quick analysis: (Overly) Stable---
---Information---
Name: David James Carter
Age: 43
Place of Birth: Planet New London
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5'8"
Hair colour: Greying dark brown
Eye colour: Green
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Ship class: Bretonian "Shetland" Train
Ship Name: Gateway)Yarmouth
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David seems to be highly stable, despite having a nasty run in with the Phantoms which caused the loss of his previous ship, the Blue Moon, and ultimately lead to him joining our ranks. In all standard mental tests he seemed almost too calm. His instant reaction to a simulated pirate attack was to halt and start talking to the pirate as if he's just bumped in to him on the street. Although this mental state is approved by Gateway policy, since in most cases it saves Gateway having to pay for a new ship, in my career as a psychologist, it does seem rather worrying. Although no action is recommended, I suggest keeping him under scrutiny. I would recommend that you inform me at any sign of deviation or other problems.
---Doc's Surgery, "Drunken Codger", New York system---
---Subject: Rex Mullins---
---To: Anyone who can get rid of this git---
---Quick analysis: Completely mad, and not the good kind of mad either---
---Information---
Name: Rex Mullins
Age: Unknown, most likely early/mid twenties
Mental age: Approximately 2
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5'11"
Hair colour: black
Eye colour: Dark grey
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---History and diagnosis---
Now then, this idiot was apparently born on Manhattan, where his parents probably dropped him on his head. Repeatedly. From tall buildings. Approximately 3, 4 years ago, he apparently discovered fire. He likes fire, in the same way that an outcast "likes" cardi. The number of times I've had to stop him setting fire to my surgery is beyond funny, and I've started using the "special" restraints on him as soon as he enters. Right. Back on track. Now then, he's been linked to a set of arson attacks across Manhattan, which seemed entirely random. He didn't aim specifically for any company or type of building, he just went after anything which looked different. Now then, at some point, he found space. He talks quite a lot about finding space, since space features heavily in his favourite hobby: "Cabbage hunting", which is the same as Pirating to you or me. Now then, apparently, during his first few days in space, he saw a group of our lads blowing up a trader who wouldn't cooperate, and this, combined with his love of fire, caused him to become our, or more specifically my problem. He's quite incomprehensible at most times, although my assistant has apparently made some progress, which I'll outline in an attachment or something. He's currently got himself a Barghest, although I have no idea which idiot let him have it.
---Possible Recommendations---
Bloodhound suicide mission
A blaster shot to the head
Intensive correction with another group of our lads, i.e. anyone who will take him, so that he's out of my hair (What little I have left thanks to the first time I met him)
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Assistant's report:
Well, I've been working on understanding Rex's vocabulary. It's surprisingly simple, in a twisted sort of way. My findings are detailed below:
Cabbage hunting:Piracy
Cabbage: Trader
Nasty (type of thing)(y) thing(y): Something Rex doesn't like i.e. Nasty Navy thing
Nice (Type of thing)(y) person: Something Rex does like, i.e. nice junkery person
Cabbage hunting cannon: SNAC
Pretty Barghest: Rex's Barghest
Rodrigo person: Rodrigo Chavez, Rex's copilot
Codger: The "Drunken Codger"
Are you a cabbage?: Identify yourself
Go burny/Go boom/Go pop: Explode or be set on fire, usually given as threats or orders to traders or people
that Rex doesn't like
Loots: Cargo/credits
Bungoat: Enemy gunboat
Gunboat: Friendly gunboat
---Assistant's report, extended---
With extra work with Rex, I believe I've managed to isolate some more of his regular vocabulary.
Cabbageboat: Freighter/transport.
Head Cabbage: Nomad/Das Wilde (When "heard")
Shiny blue thingy: Nomad
Shiny green thingy: AI ship
Destroyerboat: Destroyer/cruiser
//Right, that's all of my major characters, so I'm moving on to the more minor characters (i.e. copilots, people I use as an RP reason for being able to fly my templar up to Leeds despite being on Planet Leeds at the time)
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RcdAccess: Geoffrey.Hawkins
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Name: Geoffrey Roger Hawkins
Age: 20
Place of Birth: Planet Leeds
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 6'0'' (180 cm)
Hair colour: Dyed black
Eye colour: Green
Occupation: Ensign in the BAF, served for past 8 months
Highest level of Education: Leeds technical College
Mental state: Stable
Report: Hawkins is remarkably unexceptional in most areas of our mental assesments, scoring approximately average results in everything he tried, with the exception of his reflexes, which are at approximately the 88th percentile. Currently, he is stable mentally, and seems not to have had any problems with the war. Due to the lack of BAF templars, the sole ship which he pilots is a Challenger class bomber, under the command of Lieutenant Robert Jones.
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RcdAccess: Oliver.Mitchell
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Name: Geoffrey Roger Hawkins
Age: 18 (at least, that's what his application to the BAF stated, he looks more like 15)
Place of Birth: Planet Leeds
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5'4'' (163 cm)
Hair colour: Ginger
Eye colour: blue
Occupation: Ensign in the BAF, served for past 9 months
Highest level of Education: Unknown
Mental state: Stable, but slight hyperactivity problems
Report: Like many ensigns, Mithchell seems eager to prove to his higher ups in the BAF that he has what's needed to become a lieutenant at least. However, like most ensigns, he lacks the calibre expected of anything more than an ensign. His only trait which can really be viewed as positive in certain circumstances is his hyperactivity, which renders him very useful for running messages around battleships and stations, or moving ships from one place to another, which he regularly does for many lieutenants.
-Enter command-
SysShutDown
---Shutting down---
---Doc's Surgery, "Drunken Codger", New York system---
---Subject: Rodrigo Chavez---
---To: Me, for later reference---
---Quick analysis: A perfect match for Rex Mullins---
---Information---
Name: Rodrigo Chavez
Alias: Quentin Hodgkins-Trufflesby the Third
Age: Unknown, likely early 30s
Physical Characteristics:
Height:5'10''
Hair colour: Dark brown
Eye colour: pale blue
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---History and diagnosis---
This git Rodrigo, from his name, appears to be an outcast, and this idea is backed up by his total addiction to cardimine, and his annoying "better than thou" attitude. What this doesn't explain, however, is his strong bretonian accent or his strange alias of Quentin Hodgkins-Trufflesby the Third, which he uses to describe himself. Certain sources believe that he overdosed on cardimine and ended up believing that he was bretonian, hence the stupid name, the accent, and the permenant lust for crumpets and cardimine, as well as "Cardi-tea". He's usually hanging around with that fire-crazed loon, Rex Mullins, and to be honest, they're a perfect match, and Rodrigo is usually able to make sense of Rex's crazed jabbering, although what he translates it to makes little more sense. For example, what the hell have crickets got to do with not hunting down those small time traders with rhinos in swarms of Barghests?