~ start
Wesley: *Wesley looks up from his work, his expression direct.*
	You have questions? Ask.

- Tell me about the Rangers => rangers_question
- What do you think about the Institute? => institute_question
- Tell me about the Frontier => frontier_question
- What is CELL Attunement? => attunement_question
- That's all for now
	Wesley: Back to work, then. [#end]
=> END

~ repeat_questions
Wesley: What else?
- Tell me about the Rangers => rangers_question
- What do you think about the Institute? => institute_question
- Tell me about the Frontier => frontier_question
- What is CELL Attunement? => attunement_question
- That's all for now
	Wesley: Back to work, then. [#end]
=> END

~ attunement_question
Wesley: Heavy Scar drift pulls an unconditioned body out of step. People lose minutes. Tissue deteriorates. Stay out long enough and we may have nothing we can bring back.
Wesley: We use a chair powered directly by a CELL. Close exposure imprints its signal on you. The CELL keeps holding you after you leave; repeated conditioning teaches your nerves to work under the interference.
	Every Ranger sent into the Red Zones goes through it. I did too.
- Why keep cycling the power?
	Wesley: The CELL's output drops under certain loads. The rig repeats those changes until the trace becomes predictable. That's the signal we calibrate against.
		I've seen people come through coherent after that. That's what I need it to do.
- Does it last?
	Wesley: Years, usually. Some old hands have been through more than once. For now, finish your conditioning and pass the checks.
Wesley: We take civilians here. Payment's in resources; Frontier's stores are always running low. Bring what's listed for [Holding Pattern], and I'll supervise your sessions at the station.
- I have more questions => repeat_questions
- That's all for now
	Wesley: Back to work, then. [#end]
=> END

~ rangers_question
Wesley: *He straightens slightly, pride evident in his voice.*
	We're the only thing standing between order and chaos out here.
	*His tone is matter-of-fact, stating what he sees as simple truth.*
	Without the Rangers, settlements would be overrun. Trade routes would collapse. The wasteland would consume everything.
Wesley: *He gestures toward the training grounds.*
	We patrol settlements, escort caravans, suppress raider activity. Someone has to do it.
	*A pause.*
	The city-states have their walls, their internal politics. We protect everything between them. The people who can't afford those walls.
Wesley: *He crosses his arms.*
	Commander Marcus Slate runs strategic operations from headquarters. Maintains discipline, coordinates regional response. Good leader.
	*He nods toward the recruits.*
	I handle field operations here. Training, patrols, medical support. Making sure people survive long enough to get good at the work.
Wesley: *His expression becomes more serious.*
	We take anyone willing to work hard and follow orders. Background doesn't matter - results do.
	*He meets your eyes.*
	Prove yourself useful, you're welcome. That's all there is to it.
- I have more questions => repeat_questions
- That's all for now
	Wesley: Back to work, then. [#end]
=> END

~ institute_question
Wesley: *He considers his words carefully.*
	They preserve knowledge. Libraries, technical documentation, medical procedures. Important work.
	*His expression shifts to concern.*
	But they might be losing the plot. Their military wing - the Sentinels - keeps getting bigger. Why?
Wesley: *His tone hardens slightly.*
	They're supposed to be researchers, librarians. So why the private army? What are they protecting that needs that much force?
	*A pause.*
	Or who are they protecting it from?
Wesley: *He leans against a post, arms crossed.*
	I don't trust their director. Elena Keats. Too much secrecy, too much control over information.
	*He shakes his head.*
	Knowledge should serve people. When you start hoarding it behind armed guards, something's wrong.
Wesley: *His tone becomes more pragmatic.*
	We work together when we have to. They need security for field research. We need their technical knowledge sometimes.
	*He meets your eyes.*
	That's the extent of it. Doesn't mean I trust their intentions.
- I have more questions => repeat_questions
- That's all for now
	Wesley: Back to work, then. [#end]
=> END

~ frontier_question
Wesley: *He gestures toward the settlement around you.*
	Last major settlement before the deep wasteland. Everything east is hostile territory - raiders, mutated wildlife, worse things.
	*His tone is matter-of-fact.*
	This is where civilization ends and survival begins.
Wesley: *His expression becomes more focused.*
	Salt Flats exodus brought hundreds flooding here. Can't settle in the city-states - too crowded, too many restrictions, too many questions.
	*He shrugs.*
	We welcome everybody. As long as they can take care of themselves and add value.
Wesley: *His tone firms up.*
	Pull your weight, you're welcome here. Work, contribute, help maintain order. No one cares where you came from or what you left behind.
	*A pause.*
	But expect charity? Expect handouts? You won't last long. The Frontier doesn't have resources to waste on dead weight.
Wesley: *He gestures around the settlement.*
	Multiple factions operate here. Rangers, Institute, traders, independent operators. Everyone contributes something.
	*He meets your eyes.*
	My job is keeping order, training recruits, coordinating patrols. Making sure people can survive.
Wesley: *He crosses his arms.*
	Frontier runs on cooperation. Institute provides technical support, we provide security, traders provide goods and services.
	*His tone becomes serious.*
	Everyone contributes. Break that balance, everything falls apart. Simple as that.
- I have more questions => repeat_questions
- That's all for now
	Wesley: Back to work, then. [#end]
=> END