A Human Perspective - Episode 1 - Roberts Space Industries - [Comm-Links](https://api.star-citizen.wiki/comm-links) - A Human Perspective - Episode 1 - Roberts Space Industries A Human Perspective - Episode 1 - Roberts Space Industries ========================================================== Spectrum Dispatch Lore A Human Perspective [Previous](https://api.star-citizen.wiki/comm-links/13073) [Next](https://api.star-citizen.wiki/comm-links/13075) Content ------- English Charl Grissom reluctantly clicked up his ship’s navcomp. He scrolled aimlessly through its star charts for awhile, eyes only half-focused, watching the colorful lights dance on the screen more than really paying any attention to the actual navigational data. “It would be nice if I could just stay here in Banu space,” he told his ship, and not for the first time. The Reacher — his one constant companion — was a small Banu freighter; the closest Human equivalent would be a Freelancer, he supposed. Charl had blown the last of his army pension credits on her, years ago, and then only made the barest modifications to the alien craft to better accommodate his Human physiology. He had laughed when he first piloted the Reacher out of space dock, and the Banu refit crew joined him — well, Banu don’t exactly laugh so much as spit and tremble — because he knew it wouldn’t be at all comfortable for most Humans. But it suited Charl just fine. “Let’s check the old credit balance,” he said, feigning optimism. “Maybe someone died and left me a fortune.” But when he drew up his account balance there was no change, as he knew there wouldn’t be. He was broke — in the red, actually, since he’d borrowed up to the account’s limit, too. No money for more provisions, and none for more fuel. If he didn’t jump soon he’d be stranded here on the fringes of Banu space. “Would that be so bad?” he pondered aloud. The alternative was a return to imperial space, Human contracts, Human interaction, maybe even begging work from his uncles’ consortium … which he had successfully avoided for over four years. Currently, he had the Reacher in deep orbit in the Banu system of Geddon, but still just close enough to the system’s only inhabited world to keep a tenuous comm link. He avoided the navcomp’s glare from the far side of his pilot’s board. When he finally looked and saw where he had absent-mindedly stopped scrolling the star maps, his mood soured further. “Orion system. Of course.” Home, back in UEE space … physically his home, but not emotionally. Those thousand memories everyone has of their childhood? Charl’s were all in the Orion system. Dad bailing on them on Armitage. Then the Vanduul raiders ravaging their home, not once, but twice. Mom and both sisters lost. Nothing in his memories left any binding ties to home. Charl fidgeted in the pilot’s chair a while longer, busying himself with this and that, uselessly lamenting his lack of funds and recent work. Finally, he unbuckled and floated back toward his stateroom — he’d hoped keeping the ship’s grav plates turned off might buy him a couple of extra days of energy — then velcroed into his bunk. He drifted off to sleep hoping for a miracle. His miracle appeared as he slept, in the form of a new message in his CommRelay’s inbox. “Great,” he moaned. “Who else do I owe money to?” He touched the screen for more data. “Lyshtuu!” Charl held his breath and let a cautious hope wash over him. He carefully touched the screen for playback, grimacing as if it might reach out and slap his face. Lyshtuu’s strange but familiar visage appeared on the screen. When was the last time the Banu trader had gotten in touch with him? Two standard years? More than that? He had changed very little; why would he, since Banu are effectively immortal. “Charl-Grissom,” Lyshtuu began, his non-Human mouth parts struggling to form Human words. Banu and Humans were similar, but different enough that their speech had an otherworldly quality. But Charl had the practiced ear to understand it. He had always liked Lyshtuu particularly, though he always said Charl’s full name as if it was one long word. “Charl-Grissom, your acquaintance is requested. It is my request that your acquaintance be made for another time. That is, again. I am requesting a renewed acquaintance with Charl-Grissom.” Charl caught his meaning. The Banu language tended to be quicker than most Human tongues, so Lyshtuu tended to hurry along despite Charl’s suggestion that he just slow it all down a beat. “Charl-Grissom, an acquaintance renewal is desirable to me, Lyshtuu, an acquaintance …” he continued and Charl shook his head. “Okay, old buddy, let’s get to the point here,” he said, fast forwarding. “Is there any money involved?” That was the other bad thing about Banu speech. Compared to Human speech patterns, Banu speech was really formal, even ceremonial, so it took them a long time to get to the point. Face to face, Charl would prompt Lyshtuu to just say what he meant, but since this was a recorded message he could only hit the fast forward button a few times and keep his eye out for a characteristic gesture. “Oh, there it is!” he stopped and backed the message up a bit. “… together for profit …” That was the key line. Banu always got serious when they started talking about profit. “Yes!” Lyshtuu had a job for him. A paying job. Charl tossed his head back and enjoyed his first carefree breath in many standard months, and let the recorded message play on. “ … together for profit will be this new acquaintance, mutual profit for services in the new acquaintance … “ Charl sat up straighter, brushing crumbs out of his scroungy beard and smoothing out his smelly t-shirt, even though no one could see him. He would need to shave. For whatever reason, Banu don’t trust anyone whose mouth they could not see. There would be plenty of time for that. He sped through the message to pick up the highlights. “… partial mutual profit arranged with third party financial acquaintance …” There would be an advance. Great, he needed one. “… new acquaintance in kind with previous mutual for profit acquaintances … renew again Torreele Foodstuffs acquaintance …” This job would be much like previous jobs. Charl had done other work through Lyshtuu for Torreele Foodstuffs, a Human corporation that imported Banu goods into UEE space. Unlike most Human corps, they had even established a significant presence in Banu territory. Easy jobs. They paid well and never bugged him while he worked. “… full nature of new acquaintance to be shared at coordinates provided …” He’d get the skinny in a face-to-face meeting, which was typical. Banu like to watch you closely when you talk. They pick up on each other’s attitudes visually, and even though a Human face reveals less to them it still makes them more comfortable. Fine. “Oh, Lyshtuu, you beautiful Banu bastard, you’ve really saved my can!” Charl swung into action. He would have to reply to affirm his acceptance and secure the advance credits, which should be no problem from right here in Geddon. Then he could provision up, get the thrust coupler looked at — that thing had been acting up for awhile. He smacked the grav control with a lusty “Hah!” and welcomed the luxurious return of his own weight sinking into his chair. “You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked of the Reacher. “No heading back to UEE space. No begging my useless-ass uncles for work!” Charl quick-stepped through the ship, readying systems and stowing items. A quick trip to Geddon’s orbital and he could be on his way. He was smiling so hard his face hurt. He clicked the navcomp back on and scrolled joyfully out of the Human systems and back into the systems of the Banu Protectorate. “Okay, baby,” he said, nudging the Reacher’s thrusters to life. “Let’s get rolling!” To Be Continued … Charl Grissom klickte widerwillig den Navcomp seines Schiffes an. Er scrollte eine Weile ziellos durch die Sternenkarten, die Augen nur halb fokussiert, und beobachtete die bunten Lichter, die auf dem Bildschirm tanzten, mehr als dass er den eigentlichen Navigationsdaten wirklich Aufmerksamkeit schenkte. "Es wäre schön, wenn ich einfach hier im Banu-Raum bleiben könnte", sagte er zu seinem Schiff, und das nicht zum ersten Mal. Die Reacher - sein einziger ständiger Begleiter - war ein kleiner Banu-Frachter; das nächste menschliche Äquivalent wäre ein Freelancer, vermutete er. Charl hatte vor Jahren das letzte Guthaben seiner Armeepension für sie verpulvert und dann nur die geringsten Modifikationen an dem außerirdischen Schiff vorgenommen, um es besser an seine menschliche Physiologie anzupassen. Er hatte gelacht, als er die Reacher zum ersten Mal aus dem Raumdock steuerte und die Banu-Mannschaft sich ihm anschloss - nun ja, Banu lachen nicht wirklich, sondern spucken und zittern - weil er wusste, dass es für die meisten Menschen überhaupt nicht bequem war. Aber für Charl war es genau richtig. "Schauen wir uns das alte Guthaben an", sagte er und heuchelte Optimismus. "Vielleicht ist jemand gestorben und hat mir ein Vermögen hinterlassen." Aber als er seinen Kontostand abrief, gab es keine Veränderung, wie er wusste. Er war pleite - eigentlich sogar in den roten Zahlen, denn er hatte auch das Kontolimit ausgeschöpft. Kein Geld für weitere Vorräte und auch nicht für mehr Treibstoff. Wenn er nicht bald sprang, würde er hier am Rande des Banu-Raums gestrandet sein. "Wäre das so schlimm?", überlegte er laut. Die Alternative war eine Rückkehr in den imperialen Raum, menschliche Verträge, menschliche Interaktion, vielleicht sogar das Erbetteln von Arbeit beim Konsortium seines Onkels ... was er seit über vier Jahren erfolgreich vermieden hatte. Zurzeit befand sich die Reacher in einer tiefen Umlaufbahn im Banu-System von Geddon, aber immer noch nahe genug an der einzigen bewohnten Welt des Systems, um eine schwache Kommunikationsverbindung aufrechtzuerhalten. Er wich dem Blick des Navcomp von der anderen Seite seines Pilotenbretts aus. Als er schließlich sah, wo er geistesabwesend aufgehört hatte, die Sternenkarten durchzublättern, verschlechterte sich seine Laune weiter. "Orion-System. Natürlich." Zuhause, zurück im UEE-Raum ... physisch sein Zuhause, aber nicht emotional. Diese tausend Erinnerungen, die jeder an seine Kindheit hat? Die von Charl waren alle im Orion-System. Vater ließ sie auf Armitage im Stich. Dann verwüsteten die Vanduul-Raider ihre Heimat, nicht nur einmal, sondern zweimal. Mutter und beide Schwestern verloren. In seinen Erinnerungen gab es keine verbindlichen Bindungen zur Heimat. Charl zappelte noch eine Weile im Pilotensessel herum, beschäftigte sich mit diesem und jenem und beklagte sinnloserweise seinen Mangel an Geldmitteln und Arbeit. Schließlich schnallte er sich ab und schwebte zurück in seine Kabine - er hatte gehofft, durch das Ausschalten der Gravitationsplatten des Schiffes ein paar zusätzliche Tage Energie zu gewinnen - und legte sich in seine Koje. Er driftete in den Schlaf und hoffte auf ein Wunder. Dieses Wunder erschien, als er schlief, in Form einer neuen Nachricht im Posteingang seines CommRelais. "Großartig", stöhnte er. "Wem schulde ich noch Geld?" Er berührte den Bildschirm, um weitere Daten zu erhalten. "Lyshtuu!" Charl hielt den Atem an und ließ sich von einer vorsichtigen Hoffnung übermannen. Vorsichtig berührte er den Bildschirm für die Wiedergabe und schnitt eine Grimasse, als ob er ihm eine Ohrfeige geben wollte. Lyshtuus seltsames, aber vertrautes Gesicht erschien auf dem Bildschirm. Wann hatte sich der Banu-Händler das letzte Mal bei ihm gemeldet? Vor zwei Jahren? Mehr als das? Er hatte sich kaum verändert. Warum sollte er auch, denn Banu sind praktisch unsterblich. "Charl-Grissom", begann Lyshtuu, wobei seine nicht-menschlichen Mundwerkzeuge Mühe hatten, menschliche Worte zu bilden. Banu und Menschen waren sich zwar ähnlich, aber doch so verschieden, dass ihre Sprache eine jenseitige Qualität hatte. Aber Charl hatte das geübte Ohr, um sie zu verstehen. Er hatte Lyshtuu schon immer besonders gemocht, auch wenn er Charls vollen Namen immer so aussprach, als wäre er ein einziges langes Wort. "Charl-Grissom, Ihre Bekanntschaft ist erwünscht. Ich bitte Sie, Ihre Bekanntschaft ein andermal zu machen. Das heißt, wieder. Ich bitte um eine erneute Bekanntschaft mit Charl-Grissom." Charl verstand, was er meinte. Die Banu-Sprache war schneller als die meisten menschlichen Sprachen, so dass Lyshtuu dazu neigte, sich zu beeilen, obwohl Charl vorschlug, das Ganze ein wenig zu verlangsamen. "Charl-Grissom, eine Erneuerung der Bekanntschaft ist für mich wünschenswert, Lyshtuu, eine Bekanntschaft ...", fuhr er fort und Charl schüttelte den Kopf. "Okay, alter Kumpel, lassen Sie uns zum Punkt kommen", sagte er und spulte vor. "Ist da Geld im Spiel?" Das war der andere Nachteil der Banu-Sprache. Im Vergleich zu den menschlichen Sprachmustern war die Banu-Sprache sehr förmlich, sogar zeremoniell, so dass sie lange brauchten, um auf den Punkt zu kommen. Von Angesicht zu Angesicht würde Charl Lyshtuu auffordern, einfach zu sagen, was er meinte, aber da dies eine aufgezeichnete Nachricht war, konnte er nur ein paar Mal auf die Vorspultaste drücken und nach einer charakteristischen Geste Ausschau halten. "Oh, da ist es!" Er hielt an und spulte die Nachricht ein wenig zurück. "... zusammen für den Profit ..." Das war der entscheidende Satz. Banu wurde immer ernst, wenn sie anfingen, über Profit zu sprechen. "Ja!" Lyshtuu hatte einen Job für ihn. Einen bezahlten Job. Charl warf den Kopf zurück und genoss seinen ersten sorglosen Atemzug seit vielen Monaten und ließ die aufgezeichnete Nachricht weiterlaufen. " ... zusammen für Gewinn wird diese neue Bekanntschaft sein, gegenseitiger Gewinn für Dienste in der neuen Bekanntschaft ..." Charl setzte sich aufrecht hin, bürstete die Krümel aus seinem schäbigen Bart und strich sein stinkendes T-Shirt glatt, auch wenn ihn niemand sehen konnte. Er würde sich rasieren müssen. Aus welchem Grund auch immer, Banu traute niemandem, dessen Mund sie nicht sehen konnte. Dafür würde er noch genug Zeit haben. Er überflog die Nachricht, um die Highlights zu sehen. "... teilweiser gegenseitiger Gewinn mit dritter Finanzbekanntschaft vereinbart ..." Es würde einen Vorschuss geben. Großartig, er brauchte einen. "... neue Bekanntschaft in Naturalien mit früheren gegenseitigen gewinnbringenden Bekanntschaften ... erneuern Sie die Bekanntschaft mit Torreele Foodstuffs ..." Dieser Job würde ähnlich sein wie frühere Jobs. Charl hatte über Lyshtuu schon andere Aufträge für Torreele Foodstuffs erledigt, ein menschliches Unternehmen, das Banu-Waren in den UEE-Raum importierte. Im Gegensatz zu den meisten menschlichen Konzernen hatten sie sogar eine bedeutende Präsenz im Banu-Gebiet aufgebaut. Einfache Jobs. Sie wurden gut bezahlt und nervten ihn nie, wenn er arbeitete. "... die vollständige Art der neuen Bekanntschaft wird bei den angegebenen Koordinaten mitgeteilt..." Bei einem persönlichen Treffen würde er alles erfahren, was typisch für ihn war. Banu beobachten Sie gerne genau, wenn Sie reden. Sie nehmen die Haltung des anderen visuell auf, und auch wenn ein menschliches Gesicht ihnen weniger verrät, fühlen sie sich dennoch wohler. Gut. "Oh, Lyshtuu, du schöner Banu-Bastard, du hast mir wirklich die Dose gerettet!" Charl setzte sich in Bewegung. Er würde antworten müssen, um sein Einverständnis zu bekräftigen und sich den Vorschuss zu sichern, was von hier in Geddon aus kein Problem sein sollte. Dann konnte er sich versorgen und die Schubkupplung überprüfen lassen - das Ding machte schon eine ganze Weile Probleme. Mit einem lustvollen "Hah!" schlug er auf die Gravitationskontrolle und begrüßte die luxuriöse Rückkehr seines eigenen Gewichts, als er in seinen Stuhl sank. "Sie wissen, was das bedeutet, nicht wahr?", fragte er den Reacher. "Kein Weg zurück in den UEE-Raum. Kein Betteln bei meinen nichtsnutzigen Onkeln um Arbeit!" Charl ging mit schnellen Schritten durch das Schiff, bereitete die Systeme vor und verstaute Gegenstände. Ein kurzer Abstecher zu Geddons Orbital und er konnte sich auf den Weg machen. Er lächelte so sehr, dass sein Gesicht schmerzte. Er schaltete den Navcomp wieder ein und scrollte freudig aus den menschlichen Systemen zurück in die Systeme des Banu-Protektorats. "Okay, Baby", sagte er und stupste die Schubdüsen der Reacher zum Leben an. "Lass uns loslegen!" Fortsetzung folgt ... Charl Grissom reluctantly clicked up his ship’s navcomp. He scrolled aimlessly through its star charts for awhile, eyes only half-focused, watching the colorful lights dance on the screen more than really paying any attention to the actual navigational data. “It would be nice if I could just stay here in Banu space,” he told his ship, and not for the first time. The Reacher — his one constant companion — was a small Banu freighter; the closest Human equivalent would be a Freelancer, he supposed. Charl had blown the last of his army pension credits on her, years ago, and then only made the barest modifications to the alien craft to better accommodate his Human physiology. He had laughed when he first piloted the Reacher out of space dock, and the Banu refit crew joined him — well, Banu don’t exactly laugh so much as spit and tremble — because he knew it wouldn’t be at all comfortable for most Humans. But it suited Charl just fine. “Let’s check the old credit balance,” he said, feigning optimism. “Maybe someone died and left me a fortune.” But when he drew up his account balance there was no change, as he knew there wouldn’t be. He was broke — in the red, actually, since he’d borrowed up to the account’s limit, too. No money for more provisions, and none for more fuel. If he didn’t jump soon he’d be stranded here on the fringes of Banu space. “Would that be so bad?” he pondered aloud. The alternative was a return to imperial space, Human contracts, Human interaction, maybe even begging work from his uncles’ consortium … which he had successfully avoided for over four years. Currently, he had the Reacher in deep orbit in the Banu system of Geddon, but still just close enough to the system’s only inhabited world to keep a tenuous comm link. He avoided the navcomp’s glare from the far side of his pilot’s board. When he finally looked and saw where he had absent-mindedly stopped scrolling the star maps, his mood soured further. “Orion system. Of course.” Home, back in UEE space … physically his home, but not emotionally. Those thousand memories everyone has of their childhood? Charl’s were all in the Orion system. Dad bailing on them on Armitage. Then the Vanduul raiders ravaging their home, not once, but twice. Mom and both sisters lost. Nothing in his memories left any binding ties to home. Charl fidgeted in the pilot’s chair a while longer, busying himself with this and that, uselessly lamenting his lack of funds and recent work. Finally, he unbuckled and floated back toward his stateroom — he’d hoped keeping the ship’s grav plates turned off might buy him a couple of extra days of energy — then velcroed into his bunk. He drifted off to sleep hoping for a miracle. His miracle appeared as he slept, in the form of a new message in his CommRelay’s inbox. “Great,” he moaned. “Who else do I owe money to?” He touched the screen for more data. “Lyshtuu!” Charl held his breath and let a cautious hope wash over him. He carefully touched the screen for playback, grimacing as if it might reach out and slap his face. Lyshtuu’s strange but familiar visage appeared on the screen. When was the last time the Banu trader had gotten in touch with him? Two standard years? More than that? He had changed very little; why would he, since Banu are effectively immortal. “Charl-Grissom,” Lyshtuu began, his non-Human mouth parts struggling to form Human words. Banu and Humans were similar, but different enough that their speech had an otherworldly quality. But Charl had the practiced ear to understand it. He had always liked Lyshtuu particularly, though he always said Charl’s full name as if it was one long word. “Charl-Grissom, your acquaintance is requested. It is my request that your acquaintance be made for another time. That is, again. I am requesting a renewed acquaintance with Charl-Grissom.” Charl caught his meaning. The Banu language tended to be quicker than most Human tongues, so Lyshtuu tended to hurry along despite Charl’s suggestion that he just slow it all down a beat. “Charl-Grissom, an acquaintance renewal is desirable to me, Lyshtuu, an acquaintance …” he continued and Charl shook his head. “Okay, old buddy, let’s get to the point here,” he said, fast forwarding. “Is there any money involved?” That was the other bad thing about Banu speech. Compared to Human speech patterns, Banu speech was really formal, even ceremonial, so it took them a long time to get to the point. Face to face, Charl would prompt Lyshtuu to just say what he meant, but since this was a recorded message he could only hit the fast forward button a few times and keep his eye out for a characteristic gesture. “Oh, there it is!” he stopped and backed the message up a bit. “… together for profit …” That was the key line. Banu always got serious when they started talking about profit. “Yes!” Lyshtuu had a job for him. A paying job. Charl tossed his head back and enjoyed his first carefree breath in many standard months, and let the recorded message play on. “ … together for profit will be this new acquaintance, mutual profit for services in the new acquaintance … “ Charl sat up straighter, brushing crumbs out of his scroungy beard and smoothing out his smelly t-shirt, even though no one could see him. He would need to shave. For whatever reason, Banu don’t trust anyone whose mouth they could not see. There would be plenty of time for that. He sped through the message to pick up the highlights. “… partial mutual profit arranged with third party financial acquaintance …” There would be an advance. Great, he needed one. “… new acquaintance in kind with previous mutual for profit acquaintances … renew again Torreele Foodstuffs acquaintance …” This job would be much like previous jobs. Charl had done other work through Lyshtuu for Torreele Foodstuffs, a Human corporation that imported Banu goods into UEE space. Unlike most Human corps, they had even established a significant presence in Banu territory. Easy jobs. They paid well and never bugged him while he worked. “… full nature of new acquaintance to be shared at coordinates provided …” He’d get the skinny in a face-to-face meeting, which was typical. Banu like to watch you closely when you talk. They pick up on each other’s attitudes visually, and even though a Human face reveals less to them it still makes them more comfortable. Fine. “Oh, Lyshtuu, you beautiful Banu bastard, you’ve really saved my can!” Charl swung into action. He would have to reply to affirm his acceptance and secure the advance credits, which should be no problem from right here in Geddon. Then he could provision up, get the thrust coupler looked at — that thing had been acting up for awhile. He smacked the grav control with a lusty “Hah!” and welcomed the luxurious return of his own weight sinking into his chair. “You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked of the Reacher. “No heading back to UEE space. No begging my useless-ass uncles for work!” Charl quick-stepped through the ship, readying systems and stowing items. A quick trip to Geddon’s orbital and he could be on his way. He was smiling so hard his face hurt. He clicked the navcomp back on and scrolled joyfully out of the Human systems and back into the systems of the Banu Protectorate. “Okay, baby,” he said, nudging the Reacher’s thrusters to life. “Let’s get rolling!” To Be Continued … Links ----- Text URL More in this series [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link?series=a-human-perspective ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link?series=a-human-perspective) post A Human Perspective - Episode 8 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13081-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-8 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13081-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-8) post A Human Perspective - Episode 9 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13082-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-9 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13082-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-9) post A Human Perspective - Episode 10 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13083-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-10 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13083-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-10) post A Human Perspective - Episode 1 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13074-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-1 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13074-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-1) post A Human Perspective - Episode 2 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13075-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-2 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13075-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-2) post A Human Perspective - Episode 3 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13076-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-3 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13076-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-3) post A Human Perspective - Episode 4 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13077-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-4 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13077-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-4) post A Human Perspective - Episode 5 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13078-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-5 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13078-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-5) post A Human Perspective - Episode 6 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13079-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-6 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13079-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-6) post A Human Perspective - Episode 7 Posted:1 year ago spectrum-dispatch [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13080-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-7 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13080-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-7) Add New Comment [ https://robertsspaceindustries.com/connect?jumpto=/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13074-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-1 ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/connect?jumpto=/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13074-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-1) Images ------ 1 image/jpeg [ ![](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/media/cmjxxjf2qh8uzr/source/HumanPerspFI_Clean.jpg) ](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/media/cmjxxjf2qh8uzr/source/HumanPerspFI_Clean.jpg) HumanPerspFI_Clean.jpg [Details](https://api.star-citizen.wiki/comm-links/images/29099) Last Modified 12 years ago Size 3.28 MB [Source](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/media/cmjxxjf2qh8uzr/source/HumanPerspFI_Clean.jpg) [Info](https://api.star-citizen.wiki/comm-links/images/29099) Metadata -------- CIG ID 13074 Channel Spectrum Dispatch Category Lore Series A Human Perspective Comments 22 Published 12 years ago (2013-06-28T00:00:00+00:00) [RSI Article](https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/spectrum-dispatch/13074-A-Human-Perspective-Episode-1) [API](https://api.star-citizen.wiki/api/comm-links/13074)