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Your pilot takes the contract. It's a good one — a fourteen-month burn out to the Kepler shelf and back, hazard pay, no questions. She kisses her daughter goodbye at the lock. When she comes home, her daughter is older than she is. That's not a twist. That's just physics doing what physics does. And it might be the single most powerful storytelling tool science fiction hands a game master — one that almost nobody at the table actually uses. The Cruelest Math in Science Fictio

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Your crew wins the firefight. All of it. Not a scratch on the hull, the hostiles zip-tied in the cargo bay, the data core in hand and still warm. Six weeks later a woman in a very good coat meets them at the dock with a tablet and a pleasant smile, and explains that under Section 9 of the salvage agreement they signed, the core was company property the whole time, the rescue was a billable expense, and the crew now owes ninety thousand credits. She never raises her voice. She