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"Chance Vespertine" / "Chance V 6k" By WildWeaver

"Known as Chance V, he is one of the last survivors of Terrestrial Earth (Terra 1 - The Earth) able to flee the planet before the global and almost instantaneous destruction of the planet's surface delivered by a single and massive blow from the Saturnians before THE TRUCE (aka Urge for survival unnoficial peace geas,) a desperate Waffenstandstill considered by historians to be the end of the Strange Element Wars.

Chance V has currently gone rogue. Some sources claim that he's operating as a black market dealer as well as shady transporter of humans (whether full humans or artificial ones created recently,) to destinies where they lack or cannot afford the authorized documents to disembark at. Secret offices for intelligence from all sides keep an eye on him, but since he has not yet ever performed any type of human and human-like trafficking, instead have surprisingly joined allied forces randomly as an independent space combatant, they are trying to to find a way to recruit him for his outstanding abilities at piloting, maneuvering and getting rogue from current human radars as well as from non-Euclidean and/or non-human-physics-related technology of Saturnians, which detects noise in subquantum scales in diverse layers filling the fabrics of the known universe such as those which humans consider(ed) to be the ghost/spiritual realms."

The last document left by him and stored in many archives is:

Hey fam and friends,

This is Chance Vespertine, your favorite intergalactic rogue, writing to you from the spaceport. I'm about to board the Starship Destiny and join the fight for Earth. Yeah, you heard me right. I'm going to be a hero and save the planet from those nasty aliens. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it. And I'll bring you all some nice souvenirs from the war zone. Like laser guns, alien skulls, and maybe even a pet space worm. Ha ha, just kidding. You know I'm not that crazy.

But seriously, I want to thank you all for being there for me. You're the best family and friends a guy could ask for. Remember that time we went to Luna for spring break and got into all kinds of trouble? We crashed that hoverbike, got chased by the Lunaris police, and ended up in a seedy bar where we met that weird AI-chatbot lady who claimed to be Elvis Presley's daughter? That was the most fun I ever had. And I'll never forget it.

You guys are awesome. And I love you all. Even you, Adam. You're like a brother to me. And I know you have a secret crush on that Ai-chatbot lady. Don't deny it. It's okay, man. We all have our preferences.

Anyway, I gotta go now. They're calling my name on the loudspeaker. Wish me luck. And don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I always am.

I'll see you soon. Maybe.

Your pal,

Chance

It was later found that he also included such last sentence to the correspondence sent to Adam (surname hidden for security purposes)

P.S. Adam, check out the first letter of each paragraph in this email. It's a code for where we'll meet after this is over. Be there or be square.

(Development of this character during interaction with both ChatGPT, developed by OpenAI; and Bing search, developed by Microsoft, on creative mode.)

Note: Lore under development, future changes and adaptations may occur.

Description
"Chance Vespertine" / "Chance V 6k" By WildWeaver

"Known as Chance V, he is one of the last survivors of Terrestrial Earth (Terra 1 - The Earth) able to flee the planet before the global and almost instantaneous destruction of the planet's surface delivered by a single and massive blow from the Saturnians before THE TRUCE (aka Urge for survival unnoficial peace geas,) a desperate Waffenstandstill considered by historians to be the end of the Strange Element Wars.

Chance V has currently gone rogue. Some sources claim that he's operating as a black market dealer as well as shady transporter of humans (whether full humans or artificial ones created recently,) to destinies where they lack or cannot afford the authorized documents to disembark at. Secret offices for intelligence from all sides keep an eye on him, but since he has not yet ever performed any type of human and human-like trafficking, instead have surprisingly joined allied forces randomly as an independent space combatant, they are trying to to find a way to recruit him for his outstanding abilities at piloting, maneuvering and getting rogue from current human radars as well as from non-Euclidean and/or non-human-physics-related technology of Saturnians, which detects noise in subquantum scales in diverse layers filling the fabrics of the known universe such as those which humans consider(ed) to be the ghost/spiritual realms."

The last document left by him and stored in many archives is:

Hey fam and friends,

This is Chance Vespertine, your favorite intergalactic rogue, writing to you from the spaceport. I'm about to board the Starship Destiny and join the fight for Earth. Yeah, you heard me right. I'm going to be a hero and save the planet from those nasty aliens. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it. And I'll bring you all some nice souvenirs from the war zone. Like laser guns, alien skulls, and maybe even a pet space worm. Ha ha, just kidding. You know I'm not that crazy.

But seriously, I want to thank you all for being there for me. You're the best family and friends a guy could ask for. Remember that time we went to Luna for spring break and got into all kinds of trouble? We crashed that hoverbike, got chased by the Lunaris police, and ended up in a seedy bar where we met that weird AI-chatbot lady who claimed to be Elvis Presley's daughter? That was the most fun I ever had. And I'll never forget it.

You guys are awesome. And I love you all. Even you, Adam. You're like a brother to me. And I know you have a secret crush on that Ai-chatbot lady. Don't deny it. It's okay, man. We all have our preferences.

Anyway, I gotta go now. They're calling my name on the loudspeaker. Wish me luck. And don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I always am.

I'll see you soon. Maybe.

Your pal,

Chance

It was later found that he also included such last sentence to the correspondence sent to Adam (surname hidden for security purposes)

P.S. Adam, check out the first letter of each paragraph in this email. It's a code for where we'll meet after this is over. Be there or be square.

(Development of this character during interaction with both ChatGPT, developed by OpenAI; and Bing search, developed by Microsoft, on creative mode.)

Note: Lore under development, future changes and adaptations may occur.