![]() There aren’t any options that’ll let me tell them that I just find the pirates’ attempts at behaving vaguely like real people just a little bit more convincing than those of everyone else I’ve met in the Settled Systems. She doesn’t seem to care that, by the end of it, I’ve given up on trying to explain why I did what I did. She’s there when I return to Constellation HQ and let two similar tongue-lashings from Sarah Morgan and Sam Coe wash over me. Once our little chat is over, Andreja doesn’t leave me. Soon, the only options I’m left with revolve around embracing nihilism, telling her I only did it to make lots of money, or outright admitting that I’ve got no idea what the f**k I’m doing.īecause these answers, which are followed by a meaningless choice as to whether I want to tell her I stand by my decision, are the only ones that could ever make sense in a world as bleak as Starfield’s. I cycle through the responses I’ve been provided with to try and justify why I gave a bunch of credits to the Crimson Fleet, and, as though she’s rehearsed the exchange a thousand times, she shoots down every one. ![]() As we meander on through the exchange, it remains the same. “It was more about sticking it to the UC,” I tell her, having gone with the one answer that seems vaguely believable. To see this content please enable targeting cookies.
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