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"Oh, uh... sorry Captain, it's nothing. I'm just used to being the one in command. If any of my officers pass by and don't salute me, I make them drop and give me 50. I don't suppose it's appropriate to do that here, though."

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	data/events_special_socialize.xml$//event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_NOTHING"]/text	Tully appears to be waiting in his cabin. "Sorry, don't have much to talk about. Maybe check in with some of the other crew?"
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_1"]/text	You find Tully polishing his blaster, whistling some song you've never heard before. "This? Oh, this is an old marching song back from the Federation-Mantis War. Of all the things that've stuck with me the most, it's funny to think it's the music. I guess the rest you just don't really want to remember, you know?"
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_2"]/text	You ask Tully if he has any lasting grudges on the Mantis after the Federation-Mantis. "The Mantis? Certainly not. My life was saved by a group of Mantis. The Hive's another story. But if you let yourself blame the wrong people for too long, you'll fall victim to your own spite. Just look at Vance - I can't ever let myself end up like him."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_3"]/text	"Funny thing, did you know Vance hates his last name? He told me that once: his parents weren't great people. Not that it's any excuse how he ended up, but you know. That's why they call him Admiral Vance, not Admiral Wentworth. Poor kid got mocked so hard during training, calling him 'Wentworthless'. Well, I don't envy those people now."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/text	Tully walks past you in the hallway, and you give him a cursory nod. Tully blinks, scowls, and continues to walk away before he stops again.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/text	Is something wrong?
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/text	"Oh, uh... sorry Captain, it's nothing. I'm just used to being the one in command. If any of my officers pass by and don't salute me, I make them drop and give me 50. I don't suppose it's appropriate to do that here, though."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice[2]/text	Ignore Tully's behavior.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_5"]/text	You notice a collection of movies on the table in Tully's room. All of them seem to be on similar material - Federation wars. The Federation-Mantis War, the Inquisitions, the Civil War, and a couple smaller ones you aren't too familiar with. Tully spots you looking at them and says, "I've started collecting documentaries on the wars I've lived through out of curiosity. You'd be amazed how wildly inaccurate some of them can be." Tully picks up a rather provocatively titled one called 'The Red Menace: Earth's Last Stand'. "I mean seriously, this one uses footage of Coalition Bombers when the Coalition didn't form until after the Civil War! And it claims the Mantis were using clone armies! Cloning technology wasn't invented until several decades later, and it was by the Shells! There has never been a clone army deployed in all of our known galactic history!"
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_FREDDY_1"]/text	You find Tully and Freddy chatting together idly, reminiscing about the Federation-Mantis War. "You know, I met a young Free Mantis during the war after I escaped from captivity. Funny thing is, I gave him a nickname. Freddy. Ain't that such a coincidence?" Freddy nods his head. "Oh, ain't that swell! What a coincidence indeed. You ever met him again after you were rescued by the Feds?" Tully shakes his head and Freddy frowns. "Oh, well that's just a shame. Maybe some day you'll meet him again?" Tully shrugs. "Maybe some day, just maybe..." Both wave to each other and walk away. You aren't sure if you should say something.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_FREDDY_2"]/text	Freddy appears to be teaching Tully about Mantis dialect. To his surprise, Tully already knows most of it. "Well well, you never fail to impress me, Admiral! You speak near perfect Yeitiiik! Better than even my contemporaries!" Tully smiles but doesn't accept the compliment. "Oh, I was taught by a Mantis and I just kept practicing. Comes in use for diplomacy sometimes. It was also just funny to spook Turzil sometimes."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_TURZIL_1"]/text	You spot Tully walking over to Turzil and staring at his arm plate. "Turzil, I've got to ask. Where'd the yellow come from? I swear the last time we spoke you were grey!" "-Blushing-. Please, do [not] inquire. It is... embarrassing. But... does it look bad? Perhaps I should remove it. Yes, I will do so." Tully realizes his error and puts his palms on Turzil's shoulders. "No no, I didn't mean like that! It suits you, buddy! Some time you gotta teach me how to paint, alright?" Turzil seems to shrink a bit. "Y-you want me to -teach- you how to paint? Together? Privately?" Tully nods but seems a bit unsure. "Yeah? Not sure why you say it so weirdly... but yeah! But not now, we've got more important things to do." "Yes. -Yes-. Of course. More important things. Of course..."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_TURZIL_2"]/text	You poke your head into Tully's quarters for a moment only to find Turzil in there instead, staring blankly at the wall. You think he's shorted out, but he turns around startled like he's been caught. In his hand is one of Tully's hats, which he throws on the shelf and goes running out past you. You decide to say nothing about it.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_ALKRAM_1"]/text	You flick on the cameras to view the other ships and see what the crew are doing. You watch in the kitchen as Tully walks in to grab some food, followed several minutes later by Alkram. Both pause when they see each other, and Tully's hand inches closer to his rifle. The cameras experience some interference as Alkram begins to build a slow electric charge. The two stare at each other, both ready to draw, frozen in place. The standstill finally comes to an end when the microwave beeps, signifying Tully's pasta meal is ready. He sighs and abandons his gun, and Alkram calms down as well. Though no words are ever exchanged, they share a nod of mutual agreement and sit at opposite tables to eat.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_DEVORAK_1"]/text	Devorak and Tully both cross paths in the hallways, and almost immediately Devorak starts to reach for his sword. Stretching his fingers, he begins to slide it out of his holster. Tully's eyes slant and he slides his hand towards his blaster. "Devorak." "Tully?" "Put the sword down." "The sword?" "Yes, the sword." Devorak blinks. "Oh, right. Sorry, sorry! I didn't meant to put you on edge! It all must be very confusing, but you must understand I am the sword!" "You're... what?" "I'm the sword!" "Okay... cool I guess? I can't say I understand, but it's good to see you again. I saw your speech. I don't know if the Federation would be inclined to forgive you for betraying them initially, but I for one am glad to have you back."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$//event[@name="SOCIALIZE_HAYNES_NOTHING"]/text	You find Haynes pacing the hallways, talking to himself and looking at the floor. When he sees you, he pauses momentarily. "Sorry, lost in thought. Maybe go talk to someone else right now, I'm mulling things over. Detective stuff, and all that."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_HAYNES_GENERIC_1"]/text	"No offense, but I've never really liked the label 'Renegade'. People seem to slap it on anyone who travels between realities nowadays that isn't a Rebel, but it carries a certain stigma. I've never really been the mercenary type."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_HAYNES_GENERIC_1"]/choice/text	Doesn't working for us make you a Renegade now?
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_HAYNES_GENERIC_1"]/choice/event/text	"I... I suppose it does. Fair point. I have been... humbled?" Haynes temporarily removes his pipe from his mouth. "Grrr, I guess I'm a murder hobo now. I kill babies. Or something. But uh... please try to refrain from warcrimes while I'm onboard. I get that you can get away with a lot in this profession, but I'd at least like to be able to sleep at night after this."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_HAYNES_GENERIC_2"]/text	Before he started travelling the Multiverse himself, Haynes used to live on Earth. However, he had to leave his home behind when Archive Inc. could no longer hold back the Vek threat. It's quite the sad story, and his isn't the only one like it out there.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_HAYNES_GENERIC_3"]/text	"My parents were huge history buffs. Everyone who lived in Archive was. Makes sense, it's even in the name. There's some famous runes about a guy named Sherlock Holmes who lived in the ancient empire of Britannia who could solve any mystery. My mother loved to read the legends, and though she didn't believe Sherlock was real, she jumped at the chance to name her son after him. That son being me, of course. No siblings. There can only be one 'greatest detective'."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_HAYNES_GENERIC_4"]/text	You ask Haynes if he smokes or not, since you never seem to smell it. He looks surprised at the notion and removes his pipe from his mouth. "What? Oh, of course not. Great deductive skills though! No no, tobacco's quite rare now that Earth's flooded and the drug market's saturated with all kinds of Slug junk. The pipe was a gift from my grandfather, who got it from his grandfather, who got it from his... and so on. They say it belonged to a guy named... er... Star-line? Stelen? Oh, father would be so disappointed in me for forgetting. Either way, it's a precious heirloom. I hate to admit it, but it's kind of fun chewing on the end. Clearly grandfather agrees, because there were toothmarks even before my own."

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	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_GUNTPUT_1"]/text	Whilst in the middle of recovering from a hangover, Tuco has planted himself in a booth in the ship's kitchen with the lights turned off. You notice a large pot with some liquid brewing and moments later Guntput barges in, carrying several weird herbs. He dumps them into the pot and stirs it. "GOD DAMN IT YOU BLOODY LIZARD, KEEP IT DOWN! I HAVE A HEADACHE!" Guntput says nothing, instead pooring some of the liquid into a bowl and dashing over to the irate Rockman. "You. Drink Guntput's liquid. Now." Tuco pushes him aside. "I don't want your damn liquid, I have a hangover. Go away!" However, Guntput insists. "No. Drink." He scrambles onto the table and begins to force the liquid down Tuco's throat. You think things are about to get violent, but Tuco gives up and downs the bowl. "Good. This will help headache. You will thank Guntput later. You must stop drinking so much." Guntput leaps off the table and scurries away before Tuco can respond.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_NIGHTS_1"]/text	You stroll up to Nights, who is as always holding a drink in his hand, but smiling wider than normal. In his own words, he claims to have become much more "bearable" since he got a drinking buddy. You wonder who he's referring to until Tuco walks into the room, also holding a bottle, and toasts to Nights.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_NIGHTS_2"]/text	Having noticed that both Tuco and Nights have been missing for hours, you go looking for them. Eventually you find both of them passed out in the cargo bay, surrounded by empty beer bottles, and both of them partly undressed. You know you won't be able to wake either of them up any time soon, and set a reminder to check back in an hour.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_NIGHTS_3"]/choice[1]/event/text	You shrug and take a seat across from the two. Tuco pours you a shot and you all toast together and take a drink. The three of you make idle, rather awkward conversation until you eventually decide you've had enough and leave.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_NIGHTS_3"]/choice[1]/text	Join them.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_NIGHTS_3"]/choice[2]/event/text	You decline the offer and briefly consider admnonishing them. Instead you decide to let them be and caution them not to drink too much.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_NIGHTS_3"]/choice[2]/text	Decline.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TUCO_NIGHTS_3"]/text	While doing your regular patrol of the ship, you hear two bottles clink and turn to see Tuco and Nights sitting closely together in a closet. Tuco shouts to you, "Captain! Would you like to join us?", clearly not too enthusiastic about it but trying to be polite. Nights scowls but doesn't take back the offer.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_ALKRAM_1"]/text	You flick on the cameras to view the other ships and see what the crew are doing. You watch in the kitchen as Tully walks in to grab some food, followed several minutes later by Alkram. Both pause when they see each other, and Tully's hand inches closer to his rifle. The cameras experience some interference as Alkram begins to build a slow electric charge. The two stare at each other, both ready to draw, frozen in place. The standstill finally comes to an end when the microwave beeps, signifying Tully's pasta meal is ready. He sighs and abandons his gun, and Alkram calms down as well. Though no words are ever exchanged, they share a nod of mutual agreement and sit at opposite tables to eat.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_DEVORAK_1"]/text	Devorak and Tully both cross paths in the hallways, and almost immediately Devorak starts to reach for his sword. Stretching his fingers, he begins to slide it out of his holster. Tully's eyes slant and he slides his hand towards his blaster. "Devorak." "Tully?" "Put the sword down." "The sword?" "Yes, the sword." Devorak blinks. "Oh, right. Sorry, sorry! I didn't meant to put you on edge! It all must be very confusing, but you must understand I am the sword!" "You're... what?" "I'm the sword!" "Okay... cool I guess? I can't say I understand, but it's good to see you again. I saw your speech. I don't know if the Federation would be inclined to forgive you for betraying them initially, but I for one am glad to have you back."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_FREDDY_1"]/text	You find Tully and Freddy chatting together idly, reminiscing about the Federation-Mantis War. "You know, I met a young Free Mantis during the war after I escaped from captivity. Funny thing is, I gave him a nickname. Freddy. Ain't that such a coincidence?" Freddy nods his head. "Oh, ain't that swell! What a coincidence indeed. You ever met him again after you were rescued by the Feds?" Tully shakes his head and Freddy frowns. "Oh, well that's just a shame. Maybe some day you'll meet him again?" Tully shrugs. "Maybe some day, just maybe..." Both wave to each other and walk away. You aren't sure if you should say something.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_FREDDY_2"]/text	Freddy appears to be teaching Tully about Mantis dialect. To his surprise, Tully already knows most of it. "Well well, you never fail to impress me, Admiral! You speak near perfect Yeitiiik! Better than even my contemporaries!" Tully smiles but doesn't accept the compliment. "Oh, I was taught by a Mantis and I just kept practicing. Comes in use for diplomacy sometimes. It was also just funny to spook Turzil sometimes."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_1"]/text	You find Tully polishing his blaster, whistling some song you've never heard before. "This? Oh, this is an old marching song back from the Federation-Mantis War. Of all the things that've stuck with me the most, it's funny to think it's the music. I guess the rest you just don't really want to remember, you know?"
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_2"]/text	You ask Tully if he has any lasting grudges on the Mantis after the Federation-Mantis. "The Mantis? Certainly not. My life was saved by a group of Mantis. The Hive's another story. But if you let yourself blame the wrong people for too long, you'll fall victim to your own spite. Just look at Vance - I can't ever let myself end up like him."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_3"]/text	"Funny thing, did you know Vance hates his last name? He told me that once: his parents weren't great people. Not that it's any excuse how he ended up, but you know. That's why they call him Admiral Vance, not Admiral Wentworth. Poor kid got mocked so hard during training, calling him 'Wentworthless'. Well, I don't envy those people now."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/text	"Oh, uh... sorry Captain, it's nothing. I'm just used to being the one in command. If any of my officers pass by and don't salute me, I make them drop and give me 50. I don't suppose it's appropriate to do that here, though."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/text	Is something wrong?
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice[2]/text	Ignore Tully's behavior.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_4"]/text	Tully walks past you in the hallway, and you give him a cursory nod. Tully blinks, scowls, and continues to walk away before he stops again.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_GENERIC_5"]/text	You notice a collection of movies on the table in Tully's room. All of them seem to be on similar material - Federation wars. The Federation-Mantis War, the Inquisitions, the Civil War, and a couple smaller ones you aren't too familiar with. Tully spots you looking at them and says, "I've started collecting documentaries on the wars I've lived through out of curiosity. You'd be amazed how wildly inaccurate some of them can be." Tully picks up a rather provocatively titled one called 'The Red Menace: Earth's Last Stand'. "I mean seriously, this one uses footage of Coalition Bombers when the Coalition didn't form until after the Civil War! And it claims the Mantis were using clone armies! Cloning technology wasn't invented until several decades later, and it was by the Shells! There has never been a clone army deployed in all of our known galactic history!"
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_TURZIL_1"]/text	You spot Tully walking over to Turzil and staring at his arm plate. "Turzil, I've got to ask. Where'd the yellow come from? I swear the last time we spoke you were grey!" "-Blushing-. Please, do [not] inquire. It is... embarrassing. But... does it look bad? Perhaps I should remove it. Yes, I will do so." Tully realizes his error and puts his palms on Turzil's shoulders. "No no, I didn't mean like that! It suits you, buddy! Some time you gotta teach me how to paint, alright?" Turzil seems to shrink a bit. "Y-you want me to -teach- you how to paint? Together? Privately?" Tully nods but seems a bit unsure. "Yeah? Not sure why you say it so weirdly... but yeah! But not now, we've got more important things to do." "Yes. -Yes-. Of course. More important things. Of course..."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TULLY_TURZIL_2"]/text	You poke your head into Tully's quarters for a moment only to find Turzil in there instead, staring blankly at the wall. You think he's shorted out, but he turns around startled like he's been caught. In his hand is one of Tully's hats, which he throws on the shelf and goes running out past you. You decide to say nothing about it.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_1"]/text	You find Turzil's room full of half-painted canvases of beautiful scenery. The Engi spots you looking at them and pushes you out of the room and shuts the door. Seems Turzil still struggles with expression even after separating from the Harmony.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/event/text	"I fail to understand your [query]. Are you asking the normalcy of arm malfunctions? If so, they are not... -uncommon-, at least amongst malfunctioning Engi. As the Harmony connection erodes, so does the sense of uniformity. Individual components become rogue minds, the body is segmented. Few Separatists retain -existence- as one entity for long. I have [held] on longer than most, but my time will come as well."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/text	Is that usual?
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/text	Delightful.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_2"]/text	You find Turzil walking around the ship missing his left arm. "My arm is -currently- behaving poorly. Until it accepts its proper [function] as an arm, it will remain in timeout."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_3"]/text	You find Turzil banging himself against the wall repeatedly. You try to help him, but he stops you. "Do not [worry]. I am simply -applying- percussive maintenance. I was [informed] it is effective by Human engineers. Do not temper with my [maintenance] procedures, if you would."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/text	"Is it? I... I [cannot] comprehend this. Why would life be designed to know such miseries? Why were the Engi -built- to experience them either? I miss being incapable of emoting. I miss not being able to miss things. Although... I do not [miss] the Harmony. This is an unfortunate yet irreconcilable paradox. I hate being a machine."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/text	That's kind of the point of emotion.

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