GM Mawgrim's Dead Suns campaign (group B)

Game Master Mawgrim

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Setting the gameplay thread up for dotting.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

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Male Lashunta Solarion 1

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Four of you – Mysterra, Orlam, Rylexi-Sobok, and Xera – are currently on a shuttle named the Okimoro which has picked you up from whichever planets you choose to have been at prior to the game’s beginning, and is taking you to Absalom Station. Ranklin is being picked up en route after some issues with the cruise ship he is on, in order for you all to get some RP time in together rather than being split for the first portion of the game.
And here we go!

--==--
An e-com received a few weeks ago in response to your applications to join the Starfinder Society.
Dear recruit,

Thank you for your interest in joining the Starfinder Society – we are very excited to receive your application, and would like to take the opportunity to have one of our agents meet with you and further determine those skills and aptitudes that you would bring to the Society.

A shuttle named the Okimoro has been chartered for your convenience to convey you to Absalom Station where you will meet our representative, Mister Duravor Kreel. A copy of your dossier will be provided to Mr Kreel prior to your meeting.

We look forward to meeting you.

Warm regards,
Sorina Vae’mushana
SFS Field Resources Officer

*Clicking on an attachment to the message opens a photograph showing the face and shoulders of a thin-faced dwarven man with a bristly, iron-grey beard, and dark eyes set deeply beneath bushy eyebrows*
--==--

The Okimoro is as smooth a rode as one could hope for in a small passenger shuttle and at least the passenger accommodations – more resembling a dormitory with solid partitions bolted between the beds - were clean, if basely furnished. The communal mess hall was comfortable, and the few recreation facilities on board were serviceable for passing away the time as the shuttle flew through space, picking up the passengers on its chartered itinerary.

On the day before the shuttle was due to dock at Absalom Station, the intercom clicks into life with a sharp staticky hiss and the voice of the pilot – a reclusive man who stayed sealed in the cockpit and forequarters of the shuttle for most of the time – echoes through the public areas of the ship.

”Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to make a slight detour, perhaps an hour or so, to make dock with a ship that is experiencing minor engine troubles and we will be taking on an extra passenger. Don’t worry though, we should still make it to Absalom Station in good time. Thank you for your patience,” he says, as a slight pull through the inertial dampeners accompanies the sound of the engines firing up out of a steady cruise speed. The outside starscape rotates into a differing view as the Okimoro changes its heading towards its new temporary destination.

Less than an hour later, a large cruise ship slips into view through the shuttle’s portside windows, its brilliant sapphire-coloured hull gleaming in the light of distant stars. The Okimoro docks effortlessly against the cruise ship and spends a few minutes changing pressures to accommodate the larger ship's airlock.

The public docking bay’s doors slide open to show a young man dressed in a smartly pressed junior officer’s uniform turning towards a lashuntan man seated nearby. ”Again, our deepest apologies, Mister Ranklin – the engine troubles may cause us quite the delay and we may even have to detour to Akiton. It was quite fortunate that the Starfinders had a ship in the area though, wasn’t it?” the young man says with an overly ingratiating smile. As the lashuntan steps across the threshold onto the Okimoro’s docking bay, the officer turns on his heel and quickly makes his way to a small console to begin the process of sealing the cruise ship’s airlock so that the smaller shuttle can get on its way.

The ship's public areas are a communal guest dormitory, a bathroom with several self-cleaning lockable shower cubicles, a recreation room with basic gymnasium equipment, and a mess hall with a tele-vid screen that hosts a selection of movies and documentaries. The docking bay is also publically accessible, though its not equipped with much in the way of seating/entertainment facilities.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra boarded the Okimoro in Arkanen, one of Liavara's independent moons. She had travelled there from Aballon, where she had hoped the machines might be able to aid her in repairing her fragmented memory drives. It had failed--again. Just as it had last century. And the one before that. But technology was always progressing. Perhaps one day it would work. Then she would finally figure out what had happened to her, during the Gap. Where she was born, and why. And who this mysterious Mother was that she couldn't get out of her head.

From Aballon she had travelled to Arkanen in hopes of witnessing the Dreamers of Liavara. Since technology hadn't worked, perhaps portents would. She had exhausted nearly every logical method of regaining her memories. Perhaps something esoteric would work...

She had booked passage on every shuttle that flew down through the gas planet's clouds. And though the Dreamers songs were beautiful and their flight patterns hypnotic, Mysterra heard no prophecies in their words, and gained no wisdom from the experience. Enlightened or otherwise, the Dreamers had been a waste of her time.

But she had been lucky. Her application to the Starfinders had finally been accepted. It had only been in processing fifty-two years, seven months and six days. This was what she had been waiting for. Hoping for. If any organization could help her access her fragmented memory archives and discover what had happened to her during the Gap, it was the Starfinders.

---

The Okimoro proved to be a smooth ride. It's accommodations were better than she was used to. Her fellow recruits were eclectic. She spent her free time in her dormitory, sifting through the broken fragments of archived memories, or at a viewport trying to discern a pattern in the shifting, distant stars. She snuck down to the engine room once, but the mechanics turned her away. She was desperate for a chance to build something. Anything. She hadn't had a workshop since she settled in Maro, Akiton's fabled City of a Thousand Lights, a hundred and twenty-six years ago. She had only stayed twelve years, but she had enjoyed it. There was plenty of work, but she had known she wouldn't stay forever. Mother was calling her. She needed credits to continue her hunt for the secrets of her past.

When she was feeling social she sat quietly in the gymnasium or the mess hall, watching her fellow passengers in silent contemplation. Observing their interactions and behaviours. Life-forms were hard to understand. It was nice to have company.

She should speak to them. She never knew what to say. Other races found her awkward. Rude, even. Still... Socializing would be important among the Starfinders. Best to practise now.

She approached the other android first. "How many lives has your body lived?" she asks suddenly, head cocked in curiosity.

The vesk seemed talkative so she approached him second, sitting down beside him suddenly, with perfect posture, but looking straight ahead, at a nearby wall instead of at him. "You have yet to kill anyone on board." She meant it as a compliment.

By the time she spoke to the kasatha she remembered she was supposed to introduce herself before speaking. Most races liked that. "I am Mysterra. You have four arms. That seems useful."

---

They picked up their final passenger from a cruise ship. It was an interesting diversion. Mysterra hadn't been on a ship that big for over a hundred and fifty years, when she won a ticket for a family cruise around Bretheda's moons. 'Won' was a misnomer. Hacked her way to winning was more accurate. She had been desperate to speak with the math-obsessed Urogs of Dykon, Bretheda's crystallized moon, but in the end their calculations had helped her little with her memory fragments.

She waited until the lashunta man had settled in before approaching him. "I am Mysterra," she said, proud of herself for having remembered to start with an introduction. "You are new." A fine welcome.

---

As the Okimoro nears Absalom station, Mysterra waits patiently by the shuttle doors, posture straight, facing the doors, expression impassive. How exciting.

To anyone nearby her she announces awkwardly. "Absalom Station nears."


Male Kasathas Soldier 2 | Init: +8 | Perception: +1 | SP: 18/18, HP: 13/18, RP: 4/5 | Speed 30' | EAC: 12, KAC: 15, CMAC: 23 | Fort: +5, Ref: +0, Will: +4

Orlam had boarded the Okimoro only four days earlier, his homeworld of Idari being only a short distance from Absalom station. He was glad to be away from the worldship, where he had always felt... restless. Gifted with tremendous strength and endurance, Orlam had been a natural candidate for training with the security forces on Idari. But his obsession with the Witchwyrds and exploring the many planets and stars of the unknown where secrets surely lay hidden did not allow him to remain satisfied with his life. The kasathas was certain there was more to be seen out there in the universe beyond the Pact Worlds, and he had hoped that his application to the Starfinders would allow him to satisfy that deep craving. Now he was on his way to discovering whether his hopes would be borne out. Orlam had found his quarters on the Okimoro much to his liking, very basic and not full of colorful, distracting colors and technology that other races seemed to find so fascinating. It was a good place for quiet contemplation and his daily regiment of strengthening exercises.

Though somewhat reclusive by nature, Orlam did explore the ship from time to time, and it was on one of these excursions that he was approached by another. An android, in fact.

Mysterra wrote:
"I am Mysterra. You have four arms. That seems useful."

The kasathas regarded the android with his dark eyes for a moment, trying to determine if she was teasing him in some manner. After a moment, Orlam decided that it was likely she was simply being abrupt, like many of her kind. If she were human, he might have thought differently, though likely his reaction would not have been any different. "We are well met, Mysterra. I am Orlam. I admit, I have given little thought to the advantages of having four arms. They have served me my entire life, and I have known no different. In my profession, they perhaps do offer some advantage over those with but two arms, now that you have brought it up. I am a soldier, and wielding two heavy weapons at once will likely be seen as... unfair, by those I fight against. What brings you to Absalom station, if I may ask?"

The kasathas speaks in a polite tone, but his words are spoken slowly, as though the rather simple task requires a great deal of thought and effort.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra nods. "Orlam. Yes, well met," she replies just as slowly, as if polite conversation were foreign to her.

She seems to be thinking for a while and sits in silence. Eventually she asks "Unfair? I do not understand how it would be. A strong being uses all his strength. A smart being uses all of his mind. Why would it be unfair that a kasatha use all of his limbs?" She thinks a bit longer and adds. "If I augmented my body to have arms such as yours, I would not hesitate to use them in all areas of application."

"I have sought to join the Starfinders for a great many decades. Absalom Station is where I am to meet their representative. Is it not the same for you?"


Male Kasathas Soldier 2 | Init: +8 | Perception: +1 | SP: 18/18, HP: 13/18, RP: 4/5 | Speed 30' | EAC: 12, KAC: 15, CMAC: 23 | Fort: +5, Ref: +0, Will: +4

The large kasathas chuckles softly. "Unfair is a relative term, Mysterra. When one sees an unfair situation, the other often sees advantage. If the advantage is not taken by the other because of what might be seen as fair or unfair, he is a fool. I am no fool, and I promise you that I have little concern as to what my enemies see as unfair. As for yourself, augmentation to possess four arms would be a good example of trying to regain the advantage, rather than dwelling on unfairness. You have the mind of a warrior."

When the android speaks of her reasons for traveling to Absalom Station, Orlam nods. "Yes. It would seem our paths will be joined, Mysterra. This pleases me. Are there others on this ship bound on the same course as we? I have spent most of my time in my room these past few days, and only recently boarded when Okimoro docked at Idari. You are the first I have run across that I have spoken with."


Male Lashunta Solarion 1

Ranklin moved down the airlock between vessels. He was vaguely worried about the concept of the vacuum outside only being held at bay by the short umbilical hord joining the shuttle and the cruiser together. He shrugged and accepted he had no control over that, and walked in whistling.

His two antennae sat high as moved in to the Okimoro, a sign of alertness as he took in details. The second skin armour he wore sat comfortably underneath the suit he owned. He had found maintaining a professional demeanour worked far better when meeting new clients and people in general. A suit brought expectations with it, but then so did the solar manifestation of his birthright.

The globe of darkness hovered agitatedly near his chest when the ship transition had been completed and the air locks resealed. The stewards had been polite enough, but he hadn't tipped anyone. Cutting his ride short wasn't considered exactly great service.

The new vessel looked serviceable. But he was less concerned about appearances than he was about ownership and intent. A Starfinder vessel!

When the android spoke, it broke his reveree. {"oh..heya. New you say?"}. It took him a moment to work out whether it meant new to the ship, new to the galaxy or new to her particular life experience. It was hard to tell with Androids.

{"Well, yeah. I'm new to space in general in fact. Heading in to Absalom to join your organisation in fact! I'm ready to work and they're looking to hire, so serendipity all aoround it seems."}

He hadn't even registered that he was using telepathic broadcast talking to the passengers. The globe of solar energy was zipping round him excitedly, moving briefly to hover near each of them in turn, as if it too were studying them.

{"I'm Ranklin Ka..., actually it's just Ranklin now. Well met all of you. Now, what can you tell me about the Starfinders! What can I expect in the interview?"}


Male Initiative +0, Perception+4, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2 Envoy 1

Ambassador Rylexi-Sobok was one of the first to board the shuttle after being dropped off by an official Veskarium naval vessel to a close-space independent system between the pact worlds and the Veskarium.

Still unused to being on a solo assignment and not part of an official retinue, Rylexi-Sobok quietly observes his fellow travelers and speaks only when spoken to as he tries to gauge his surrounding.

Mysterra said wrote:
"You have yet to kill anyone on board."

When the android approaches Rylexi-Sobok he tries to hide his uneasiness. Androids were rare on Vesk-7 and did not enjoy the sort of freedom they seem to have in the Pact Worlds. "It is true, and I hope not to have reason to. My honor-blade is only used against those that have escaped justice for dishonorable acts. Am I to understand you are a masterless android?" He asks as he watches Mysterra closly finding it hard to read the android's expressions.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

@ Orlam

"You are not a fool," the android agrees, though many would find it hard to tell if she means it as a statement or a question.

Mysterra seems to be thinking for a while, but eventually replies "I am... pleased... as well, Orlam. Yes, there are others. We are all bound for the Starfinders. I know little of them as I spend much of my time in solitude, as well."

---

@ Rylexi

Mysterra seems to consider the question for a long time. "I am masterless by Pact World standards. Though, I cannot guarantee it is completely true. I am an old android. Though I have no memories of my time during the Gap, I am aware I was in operation then. If I had a master they have forgotten or died." After a moment of silence she asks Rylexi: "Are you a masterless Vesk?"

---

@ Ranklin

Mysterra seems undisturbed at the telepathic communication. Despite that, she responds verbally. "I am heading to Absalom Station as a Starfinder recruit. Of their inner workings, I know little." She then begins to recite basic information about the Starfinders in a monotone voice, beginning at their founding and proceeding to the present until someone asks her to stop or interrupts her.


Male Lashunta Solarion 1

{"Recruits as well, all of you? Ah well, at least we'll be new together then"} Ranklin stated with a wry grin and wink towards Mystera.

He looked at the others, another android, a Vesk (not in full combat regalia and pointing a gun at him, so that was good), and a Kasatha (in full battle regalia, still not pointing a gun at him so also good).

For a man who'd spent his life surrounded by Lashunta and living in one planet, he was seeing more diverse sentient life forms now than he'd ever encountered. The few bounties he'd run so far had been Androids and Lashunta.

This was already proving to be far cooler than he'd hoped.

{"They got any good eats on this tub? I better get stowed, then I'm going to chew the arm off a gregax"}. It was a saying his older brother used to use when he was hungry. They'd both grown up thinking gregax were huge domesticated meat animals. Neither of them knew they were plants, and neither of them realised they were toxic, and none if his family realised they didn't have arms.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra cocks her head at Ranklin's wink. Am I missing something? A 'joke'? A sexual invitation? An eye infection? "Yes," she replies warily, unsure if it was the appropriate response.

Checking my skills to see if *I* know better, cause you KNOW I want to comment on that gregax... And I don't. Hahaha.

Mysterra nods once, unaware of the inaccuracy of Ranklin's comment. "The mess hall is that way. The..." Mysterra pauses, clearly hesitating over her answer. The... EATS are adequate."


Android Mystic 2 | SP 12/12 : HP 16/16 : RP 3/3 | EAC 16 : KAC 17 | Init +4 : Perc +6 : S.M. +4 | Fort +0 : Reflex +4 : Will +4 | Move 30' | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Ammo 9/9+26

Xera looked at the credit chit in her hand as she boarded the shuttle.

Not much left after selling that ship for scrap. It's too bad the others didn't want to try to get a new ship. They believed in me when we left, why not now?

She watched Skydock pull away through the porthole.

Well, I know these Starfinders will send me back out among the stars. That's what's important.

Mysterra wrote:
She approached the other android first. "How many lives has your body lived?" she asks suddenly, head cocked in curiosity.

"Hm?" Xera looks up, surprised at the conversation. She looks the other android up and down. Then she turns her face away. "Ah... where I'm from, we... we were not permitted to know that. It was not constructive."

She turns back to Mysterra.

"You are a Starfinder, yes? I only just joined. What happens next? Oh..." she catches Mysterra's response to Ranklin.

"We are all new recruits then? Well, what can any of you tell me about these Starfinders? I only first heard of them a week ago. Their principles seemed good, but everyone has been telling me that they will not be around much longer."


Male Initiative +0, Perception+4, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2 Envoy 1

"No, I am not masterless." Rylexi leaves it at that as he walks over to have a look at the new passenger.
First an android, now a telepathic Lashunta. Things were certainly different than Vesk-7. Rylexi thinks to himself, then gives a sideways glance at the Lashunta wondering if he read his mind.

"The eats have been adequate." he answers Ranklin's question and continues to study the Lashunta.


Android Mystic 2 | SP 12/12 : HP 16/16 : RP 3/3 | EAC 16 : KAC 17 | Init +4 : Perc +6 : S.M. +4 | Fort +0 : Reflex +4 : Will +4 | Move 30' | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Ammo 9/9+26

"Masterless Vesk? Do they keep the Vesk as slaves too? I didn't realize."

"I suppose I am masterless, though my former masters would disagree. Heh," Xera chuckes to herself.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra stands stoic and silent. Not constructive? Perhaps that it is true... How many lifetimes have I wasted chasing broken memories and Mother? Suddenly she replies to Xera "You are correct. It is not constructive. I have made many illogical decisions due to knowledge of my past."

---

Mysterra is unsurprised and seemingly unperturbed for the vesk to suddenly leave her. Did I offend him? Hmmm... It's hard to tell with biological beings. Socializing is difficult. They often leave after I speak to them... Best leave him alone.

---

Mysterra begins reciting general information to Xera about the Starfinders in a monotone voice.

"The Starfinder Society is an organization based on Absalom Station that is attempting to decipher the cause of the Gap and fate of the forgotten planet Golarion. Its members are known as Starfinders, who are known throughout the galaxy as exceptional explorers. Although the early efforts of the Starfinder Society focused narrowly on exploring what had happened during the Gap, after the discovery of Drift beacons, it turned to general investigation of the greatly widened galaxy now opened to discovery."

If no one has cut Mysterra off, and someone seems to be listening to her, Mysterra keeps spouting off information that is common knowledge about Starfinders, or easily discoverable with a comm unit or a computer.

"Starfinders travel in small teams and operate out of Starfinder lodges that are scattered throughout the galaxy. Each lodge is headed by a venture-captain who manages the field agents under her purview and runs day-to-day operations. The center of the Starfinder Society is the Lorespire Complex, located on Absalom Station. The Starfinders are governed by a council called the Forum, headed by the First Seeker, which is an elected position. They also take into account the opinion of Guidance, a network of the uploaded personalities of exemplary Starfinders, including the majority of First Seekers. There are said to be various different factions operating within the Starfinders, with different goals, but I am not privy to their objectives or nomenclature."

If Xera is still listening to her, Mysterra assures Xera, "I am certain the Starfinders will remain active for many decades to come."

---

Mysterra makes no further comment on the topic of being Masterless--to Rylexi or Xera--wary of further broaching the topic that drove the vesk to cease communication with her.

---

At the sound of Xera laughing Mysterra stares at her, face impassive. Eventually she announces: "You are practised at expressing yourself, Xera Driftspeaker." She seems to mean it as a compliment. Perhaps this body could be like her, if I had allowed my soul to depart and another to take on my form... And perhaps not... A new soul would not utilize my body any more skillfully, would it? Eventually she stops staring at Xera and turns to look out a nearby viewport.


Android Mystic 2 | SP 12/12 : HP 16/16 : RP 3/3 | EAC 16 : KAC 17 | Init +4 : Perc +6 : S.M. +4 | Fort +0 : Reflex +4 : Will +4 | Move 30' | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Ammo 9/9+26
Mysterra wrote:
Eventually she announces: "You are practised at expressing yourself, Xera Driftspeaker." She seems to mean it as a compliment....

Xera shrugs. "I've been around. I recently turned twelve standard years of age." She says this as if that is a long time.

"Though I am not used to being around creatures who are not androids like us. Prior to a week ago I had not met a non-android outside of those humans who were tasked with overseeing slaves."

"When people like that have power over you, it is helpful to imitate their mannerisms. They grow more comfortable around you, which gives you opportunities. I am uncertain how much of that will be useful now as I note that there are no humans here."

Xera shrugs again. "Not all communication is verbal. It did take me some time to understand this. But I began to receive communication from something that could not communicate verbally, and I had to learn."


Male Kasathas Soldier 2 | Init: +8 | Perception: +1 | SP: 18/18, HP: 13/18, RP: 4/5 | Speed 30' | EAC: 12, KAC: 15, CMAC: 23 | Fort: +5, Ref: +0, Will: +4

Orlam had satisfied himself thus far with watching and listening to the discussion between the Starfinder recruits he had found himself among, here at the end of their journey to Absalom Station. But his stoic mannerism cracks a bit when Mysterra mentions the idea of space exploration. "It is this that has drawn me to the Starfinders. Exploring the unknown reaches of the universe. I follow in the footsteps of the Witchwyrds, and would learn more of them and their mission. I would join them, if they will have me. Joining the Starfinders seemed to be a step in the right direction."


Android Mystic 2 | SP 12/12 : HP 16/16 : RP 3/3 | EAC 16 : KAC 17 | Init +4 : Perc +6 : S.M. +4 | Fort +0 : Reflex +4 : Will +4 | Move 30' | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Ammo 9/9+26

"Witchwyrds? Who are they?"


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra thinks on Xera's words. Eventually she replies. "There is truth to your words. But I, too, have been... around. I am much older than your twelve years. Yet, I am unable to properly imitate many humanoid mannerisms and facially emote with any accuracy. It is not just your practise. Perhaps your body had superior initial programming and biological structure to mine. Perhaps it is newer and more diverse in its capabilities. I suspect, unfortunately, that my own shell is out-dated. Still, I shall practise." Mysterra then stares at you for a long while, her lips sort of look like they've quirked up a bit--into an uncomfortable smile or a grimace perhaps?

"Did I properly convey joy? she enquires after a while.

At learning she did not Mysterra does not look surprised.

---

"A telepath?" Mysterra inquires of Xera, curious about this mode of non-verbal communication Xera mentioned.

---

Mysterra turns her gaze to Orlam. "I have travelled the Pact Worlds far and wide, but have never met any Witchwyrds. They are not a race I am familiar with. If anyone has knowledge of such beings, it likely to be the Starfinders." Mysterra inclines her head at Orlam's sound reasoning.

"I have long sought to join the Starfinders in order to access their knowledge and databases. I seek for information on the Gap, as well as a means to properly restore fragmented and lost information in my memory archives. I am pleased to have been accepted." Mysterra looks at Orlam and Xera, raises her lips and bares her teeth. After a long moment her face reverts to normal and she enquires:

"Now did I properly convey joy?"


Male Initiative +0, Perception+4, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2 Envoy 1

"No! The Vesk do not keep slaves!" Rylexi answers Xera and can not hide his anger at such a suggestion.

"One does not need to be a slave to have a master. My master is Zebulon Swift-Strike, at least until I deliver my documents of conscription to the Starfinders. My ultimate master is an ideal. Honor. Do androids understand honor?"


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra looks back and forth between Xera and Rylexi for an uncomfortable amount of time.

He is angered by her words....

Should I answer the question? It is meant for Xera... I should not answer.

But a question needs an answer. Why else would it have been asked?

When Xera answers Rylexi's question:

At last! Such suspense! Socializing is exhausting.


Male Lashunta Solarion 1

"Tense group" Ranklin thought to himself. He'd walked in on the tail end of the conversation, having stowed his the new quarters.

As much as it frustrated him to do so, he spoke verbally rather than through mental broadcast this time. Apparently it made the verbals (his fathers term for non telepaths) far more comfortable.

"Everyone's a slave to something, my old Da used to say. His master was tradition, up until two weeks ago so was mine. Now...well now I'm looking to sign on to a new boss. Least I'm choosing who it is this time though"

He smiled as he spoke, hoping to lighten the mood a little. He felt a bit like a child in this room. Being a Korasha made him stocky, a genetic trait, so here he was staring up at everyone around him.

Slipping back into telepathy, he asked {"You guys wanna join me for some food and maybe a beverage of the intoxicating sort? Helps to loosen things a bit I find."}. His last job had gone smooth as silk because he'd plied his mark with plenty of Empyrian Sun wine. She'd practically put the binders on her own hands, and giggled as she was driven to her bosses for "questioning". He didn't think it was prudent to mention that now though.

{" Share a meal, and we'll work on that smile of yours Mysterra. Anyone see the latest season of Game of Bones, out of Eox? Man that show is intense! You just get to liking a character and BAM! one way journey to the lady of graves"}

He kept up the small talk while he walked to the eatery, mostly because he'd realised he knew almost nothing of the people and cultures outside his home world. He did not want to upset anyone here. These folks were likely to be working with him soon.


Male Kasathas Soldier 2 | Init: +8 | Perception: +1 | SP: 18/18, HP: 13/18, RP: 4/5 | Speed 30' | EAC: 12, KAC: 15, CMAC: 23 | Fort: +5, Ref: +0, Will: +4
Xera Driftspeaker wrote:
"Witchwyrds? Who are they?"

Orlam smiles at the question and speaks in a soft cadence, as though reciting a well-loved storybook. "My people hail originally from the planet Kasath, a very large desert world that orbits a red giant star. I myself do not recall our homeworld, nor do my parents nor their parents, because we were born above the Idari, a great worldship built by my people. We left, because we were told that our sun was dying, and that Kasath was doomed. It was the Witchwyrds that brought us this dire news, and their appearance is said to be similar to own. Our people are descended from the Witchwyrds, who are said to be planar travelers that journey across the known universe and beyond."

The kasathas collects his thoughts for a moment, and then speaks again. "I am not gifted with a strong intellect like some, but I have worked hard to learn of the physical sciences and of other civilizations. Because of my physical strength and stamina I was trained on Idari as a soldier, and I will not allow myself to think that life is unfair to me because I am not smart enough to pursue my interest as a scholar might. Still, if serving as a soldier for the Starfinders will allow me to one day find the Witchwyrds, or at least to follow in their footsteps. I think that will be enough for me."


Xera Driftspeaker wrote:
"Witchwyrds? Who are they?"

Orlam smiles at the question and speaks in a soft cadence, as though reciting a well-loved storybook. "My people hail originally from the planet Kasath, a very large desert world that orbits a red giant star. I myself do not recall our homeworld, nor do my parents nor their parents, because we were born above the Idari, a great worldship built by my people. We left, because we were told that our sun was dying, and that Kasath was doomed. It was the Witchwyrds that brought us this dire news, and their appearance is said to be similar to own. Our people are descended from the Witchwyrds, who are said to be planar travelers that journey across the known universe and beyond."

The kasathas collects his thoughts for a moment, and then speaks again. "I am not gifted with a strong intellect like some, but I have worked hard to learn of the physical sciences and of other civilizations. Because of my physical strength and stamina I was trained on Idari as a soldier, and I will not allow myself to think that life is unfair to me because I am not smart enough to pursue my interest as a scholar might. Still, if serving as a soldier for the Starfinders will allow me to one day find the Witchwyrds, or at least to follow in their footsteps. I think that will be enough for me."

When Mysterra tries her awkward smile, the kasathas isn't entirely sure the gesture is normal. Baring one's teeth is normally seen a threatening gesture, though in all honesty he can't be certain. As the tension in the room seems to ratchet up a notch, the lashunta seems to be trying to ease it up a bit, and Orlam stands. "As you have said, perhaps we are all slaves in some ways. Some to tradition, others to our desires. I will join you in taking some food before we arrive at the station. But... I am unfamiliar with this Game of Bones. Is it a game show of some kind? If the show is broadcast from Eox, I am not surprised to hear that those who lose must forfeit their lives. That worlds is a harsh and very dangerous place."


Male Lashunta Solarion 1

{"Nah, its no game show. That's just the title they used for the show. Apparently it's based off a series of books by Georgeo Mararteen, called a ballad of sun and cold. The books were really tedious, but man they rocked the show. If you can get past the pallid skin tones and dry humour, those Eoxians know how to make a good tale."}

He grabbed what appeared to be a meat like product and loaded his serving tray with it. A simple starch substitute served as bread and a glass of blue milk to,wash it down with. He looked around for something alcoholic to throw in the mix, but seemed there wasn't anything here in the common room. Sigh.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Ahahaha! Love the banter, Ranklin!

Mysterra looks at Ranklin, blank faced, and stares.

Me?

"Yes." she announces bluntly, though by the time she's said so the conversations moved on a bit. "I will share sustenance with you."

"No, I have not heard of this 'Game of Bones' vid-show. It is very violent, then, or tragic?"

Mysterra follows Ranklin and Orlam to the Mess Hall, walking stiffly and with precision. She is unbothered by Ranklin's telepathic rambling in her head, but can't keep up in conversation. By the time she's decided on an appropriate response the conversation has moved on without her.

Mysterra grabs a glass of recycled water, having already eaten her fill at dinner, then sits stiffly next to Ranklin, (across from Orlam?) back straight and facing forward, hands in her lap. She makes sure to keep an adequate distance between them, so as not to invade his personal space, or cause unintended offence.


As the group settle in the common mess hall for a meal, a door at the front of the room beeps before sliding open with a hydraulic sigh. A kasatha dressed in a rust coloured cowl and a khaki coverall spotted in grease statins strides out from the forequarters and the door shuts behind him. Dark eyes peer out from the cowl as he walks over to the servery and begins loading up three separate plates with food.

"We are making good time, even despite our detour," he says, the rust-coloured scarf over his mouth moving in time with his words. His arms are a flurry of activity, scooping differing sized portions of the starchy mash into piles on the three trays and grabbing slices of what look to be processed meats of some variety. "Burning a little more fuel than I'd prefer, but that's coming out of the Starfinder purse. Should make comms range with Absalom Station in a little under fifteen hours or so at this rate."


Android Mystic 2 | SP 12/12 : HP 16/16 : RP 3/3 | EAC 16 : KAC 17 | Init +4 : Perc +6 : S.M. +4 | Fort +0 : Reflex +4 : Will +4 | Move 30' | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Ammo 9/9+26
Ambassador Rylexi-Sobok wrote:
"Honor. Do androids understand honor?"

"Honor?"

Xera thinks for a moment.

"Among those that I grew up among, there were things that one did and did not do. And if those rules were broken, great shame fell on that one that broke them. Yet these rules had no... official standing."

"For example, reporting another android to the overseers for an infraction was seen as... deeply wrong. Those who did so were despised by the community. Though they rarely seemed to feel the shame they ought to have."

"Keeping those rules... is that the kind of thing you mean?"

------------------------------------------------

Mysterra wrote:
"Perhaps your body had superior initial programming..."

Xera shrugs again. "Perhaps. But we are designed to be self-programming. Your 'initial programming' need not define you. You can revise it or supersede it according to your experience."

Mysterra wrote:
"A telepath?" Mysterra inquires of Xera, curious about this mode of non-verbal communication Xera mentioned.

"No. Well..." Xera's face becomes clouded. "Perhaps... the actual means of that communication was never understood by me. I simply... received it. But I needed to learn to listen."

"It was nothing like this man's telepathy. He uses words when he projects his thoughts."

"It was a kind of contact... with a higher power. A cosmological principle. The stars themselves." Xera nods, as if this affirmation might make this claim more believable. "They made their intentions known to me. And as a result of this communication, I received certain gifts. Abilities that defy explanation, yet follow rational rules."

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Ranklin wrote:
"Everyone's a slave to something, my old Da used to say. ..."

"From what I have seen, most people do not understand what slavery is. Following someone's orders does not make you a slave. You choose to do so. Or not. Only someone who was never a slave could say such a thing."

"I am free. And I will not be made a slave again. The things I choose are my own affair, but if anyone tries to hold me in bondage, they will pay. Dearly."


Male Lashunta Solarion 1

Ranklin watched the Kasatha juggle the food and plates with his four arms. It was pretty amazing seeing how they operated almost independantly of each other. Such dexterity. Although dexterity probably wasn't a suitable word since it was derived from the sinister/dexter dichotomy of the ancients, who only had two arms. Huh, he'd think on a better word for it. Or possibly not. (In actuality he forgot about it not more than three seconds after the thought crossed his mind)

When the crewman said they were making good time, Ranklin pulled his personal comm and synchronised the time for that of Absalom. Nothing worse than hitting a new location and having the time zones messed up. He'd hopped continents back home enough times to understand the jet lag issue. The gravity change would be worse, or so he'd read.

At Mysterras question of the Tele Vox cast, he responded {"That's the beauty of the show actually. It's a drama, and a black comedy, and a tragedy and violent, and gratuitous in its use of sex. Though Eoxians understanding of reproduction seems to differ from Lashunta...hmmm. Best of all its just compelling viewing. You two should check it out"} he nodded at the two Androids. {"Its got some pretty complex emotional and social interactions going on there. Be worth a look see for you. Lots of smiling too"}

When Xera spoke of slavery, he just shrugged. {"Physical chains or emotional, they can be just as binding. I'll take your word for it though."}

He was far more animated when she mentioned the Stars reaching out to her { " I have some understanding of that one! Look at Francis here"}. As he spoke, the globe of dark matter drifted lazily towards the Android, twirling slowly as if allowing her to look it over in detail. {"I can't say as I fully understand him, but I get the call to reach out and utilise the stars. Francis is a manifestation of that calling, or so my Ma always said. She had a blue star speak for her, used to be able to make a blade of pure light, long as your arm. Gods it was beautiful.."}. He drifted in memory for a moment, then seemingly snapped back to the present. {" But me.. I got good old Francis. The dark of a dead sun, makes a beatiful armour, great for keeping out of sight in a dark alley if the need arises. Keeps the ladies guessing too, if you get my drift"}

He'd forgotten he was chatting to Androids when he said the last part. Female Androids at that.

The globe of dark energy seemingly swelled a little as he was describing it, almost in pride. At his social gaff it sat dead still, and it almost felt like the thing was glaring at the stocky Lashunta.

{"What?...."} he asked it, perplexed.


Male Initiative +0, Perception+4, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2 Envoy 1

"Something like that." Rylexi responded to Xera and walked to a window to gaze out into the black. He already missed home and his people and if had to hear these machines prattle on about their programing it was going to be a long trip he thought to himself.

As he ruminates about his situation he eyes the Kasatha grabbing the plates of food. Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24


Android Mystic 2 | SP 12/12 : HP 16/16 : RP 3/3 | EAC 16 : KAC 17 | Init +4 : Perc +6 : S.M. +4 | Fort +0 : Reflex +4 : Will +4 | Move 30' | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Ammo 9/9+26
Ranklin wrote:
{"I have some understanding of that one! Look at Francis here"}.

"Fascinating!" Xera says as she peers at the strange mote. "I had heard of these, but never seen one."

"Mind you, I never had a specific point of reference like this in the 'communication' I spoke of. It was something that resonated within myself."

Ranklin wrote:
{"...Keeps the ladies guessing too, if you get my drift"}...

"Guessing about what?... Ah. Clever."


Male Kasathas Soldier 2 | Init: +8 | Perception: +1 | SP: 18/18, HP: 13/18, RP: 4/5 | Speed 30' | EAC: 12, KAC: 15, CMAC: 23 | Fort: +5, Ref: +0, Will: +4

Orlam nods at Ranklin's words as the Lashunta exhibits the floating bit of dark energy. "I have never before been able to talk to one that has your ability, Ranklin. This... Francis of yours. Is it alive in some way? Or is it more like a mindless drone that follows your orders without question?"


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra drinks her water slowly, listening to the conversations around her. Occasionally she opens her mouth to speak, but by then everyone has moved on, so she closes it.

By the time she is finished contemplating her response to Xera about programming, Xera and Ranklin are speaking of slavery. By the time she had a clarifying question about Xera's powers on the tip of her tongue, Ranklin's black glowing ball is still. By the time she realizes Ranklin is referring to hiding his own nudity, Orlam and Ranklin are conversing about the life-state of his black glowing ball.

This is exhausting.

Mysterra takes another sip of her water, and listens. I'll have to be faster. Less thinking, more speaking. Less thinking, more speaking.


Male Lashunta Solarion 1
Orlam wrote:
Orlam nods at Ranklin's words as the Lashunta exhibits the floating bit of dark energy. "I have never before been able to talk to one that has your ability, Ranklin. This... Francis of yours. Is it alive in some way? Or is it more like a mindless drone that follows your orders without question?"

{"I don't order it, it's really a mutual admiration thing. Usually I think about what I'd like done and kind of ask Francis to help out. No words exchanged. It happens here"} he said, tapping his chest where his heart would be {"rather than here"} tapping his head.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

"Controlled by your chest cavity." Mysterra suddenly blurts out. Then she sits completely still for a while, contemplating what she's said.

Eventually she comments:
"You were referring to friendship or your emotions?"


Male Lashunta Solarion 1

Ranklin laughed at her first outburst, and slapped her on the back companionably. He nodded, still grinning when she finally worked it out.

{"I'm not sure if you'll understand, but it's an intuitive link. More emotion than logic. I think Xera might understand. Any way, the stars have spoken to members of my old family for as long as we can remember. "}


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra doesn't seem affected by Ranklin's laughter or being slapped on the back. She seems deep in thought. Eventually she nods.

"I do understand." After some hesitation Mysterra admits, "I, too, have an intuitive impulse--though mine is illogical and has no ascertainable benefits. You are lucky yours is both practical and present." She directs this final comment at both Xera and Ranklin, considering both of their intuitive connections to be verifiable gifts.


The kasatha engineer finishes slopping a thin brown sauce reminiscent of gravy and grabs the three trays in his hands. He waves his free hand over the sensor pad to unlock the door, which responds by beeping and opening before him. He turns to the prospective Starfinders to address them all. "The pilot will let you know when we are nearing Absalom Station. Pleasant steps to you all," he exclaims and bows to them before retreating back into the front of the ship, the door sliding back in place.


Male Initiative +0, Perception+4, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2 Envoy 1

Ambassador Rylexi-Sobok decides to get some rest until the shuttle arrives so that he will be fresh for presentation to the Starfinder Society.


Android Mystic 2 | SP 12/12 : HP 16/16 : RP 3/3 | EAC 16 : KAC 17 | Init +4 : Perc +6 : S.M. +4 | Fort +0 : Reflex +4 : Will +4 | Move 30' | Spells: 1st 1/3 | Ammo 9/9+26
Ranklin wrote:
{"...Any way, the stars have spoken to members of my old family for as long as we can remember. "}

"Your family could do it too?" Xera thinks that over.

"It must have been good to have someone who could tell you what to expect. Nobody where I lived knew what I was talking about. But I was able to convince some of them."


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra watches the kasatha engineer leave closely, staring at him the entire time.

Unfortunate I am not allowed to assist him.

She no longer looks like she's paying attention to the conversation.


Male Kasathas Soldier 2 | Init: +8 | Perception: +1 | SP: 18/18, HP: 13/18, RP: 4/5 | Speed 30' | EAC: 12, KAC: 15, CMAC: 23 | Fort: +5, Ref: +0, Will: +4

After the meal, Orlam rises to his feet. "It was a pleasure meeting each of you. If we are fifteen hours away, I will have time to partake in my strengthening regimen and then rest before we arrive." The kasathas gives a general sort of nod to the androids and the lashunta, then takes his tray to the food discard bin before taking his leave of the mess hall. He ponders what he has learned about his ship-board companions, and decides that applying to join the Starfinders was likely a good decision.


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra stands and bows formally. "Thank you for your company, Orlam."

Instead of returning to her seat Mysterra announces. "I will depart as well." She bows again. "Thank you for your company, Xera and Ranklin. You have given me much to contemplate." Mysterra returns her empty glass to the 'unclean dish repository' and strides out of the mess hall.

Mysterra heads to the dormitory. She packs her bag with precision, then sits stiffly, back straight and facing forward, on the edge of her bed. She doesn't move and makes no noise. She sits in silent contemplation, pondering the pros and cons of socializing, intuitive understanding, the benefits of extra limbs, and methods of properly emoting. For the first time in many decades her thoughts don't drift to Mother, or her broken memories. The present firmly holds her attention.

If anyone walks by she's sitting on the edge of her bed staring at the wall, stiff, emotionless and silent. It's probably creepy.


As everyone begins to retire for the remainder of the trip, a nervous quiet settles over the Okimoro and only the sounds of the engines and the subtle vibrations in the structure can be heard as the prospective Starfinders rest, meditate, or ruminate over their present or their futures.

Eventually the ship's intercom hisses into life and the familiar voice of the pilot echoes through the ship. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have now entered comms range of Absalom Station and will be landing in the next hour or so once we pass through the Armada. Thank you again for your patience."

The hum of the inertial dampeners strengthens as the Okimoro enters manual flight mode and Absalom Station begins to come into view. The immense space station is impressive in both size and structure, with a central dome covering a sprawling series of highrise towers and beautifully tended parks and gardens, and the remainder of the station grows outwards - and downwards - from this central eye. Surrounding the station are hundreds of ships and hulls in a meandering orbit, and it is not long before the shuttle is weaving between the ships in this Armada, making its way towards its destination - a docking bay on one of the great arms of the station.

Another twenty or so minutes pass and the shuttle finally slows down and settles, the loud whirring of the engines subsiding. The Okimoro shudders, accompanied by a series of locking sounds as one of the stations umbilicals has latched onto the shuttle's airlock. Once again, the sound of the intercom turning on fills the shuttle. "Welcome to Absalom Station, docking bay 94. We hope you have enjoyed your trip aboard the Okimoro and would consider booking us for your next interplanetary excursion. Have a wonderful stay."

A small compartment next to the airlock door clicks open, revealing a small stack of business cards. The airlock opens with a whoosh of air as the pressures between the shuttle and the station equalize, and the flexible umbilical walkway can be seen extending towards the station itself.

Once on the other side of the umbilical's doors, the brightly lit docks of Absalom Station are abuzz with activity as travelers bustle by, preparing to board or disembarking from starships bound to or from any of dozens of worlds. Brash and swaggering starpilots, scurrying ysoki mechanics, and expectant colonists mingle with enigmatic kasatha mystics, hard-faced asteroid miners, imposing vesk mercenaries, and more, creating a microcosm of the abundance and variety of life in the Pact Worlds. New arrivals meet friends, loved ones, or business contacts, and are whisked away into the humming activity of daily life on the vast space station. Beyond them, ground crews tend to the docked ships, and dockworkers in mechanized cargo lifters load and unload freight and baggage. A sharp tang of ozone hangs in the air—a byproduct of electrical discharges from the docked ships—but underneath, the station’s atmosphere has a slightly used aroma. The docking bay’s deck plates thrum beneath your feet, though whether it’s from the passage of innumerable feet or the vibrations of the station’s power conduits and air recycling systems is impossible to say.

As you exit the shuttle and head into the docking bay proper, can you please roll a Perception check, as well as a single 1d6 with no modifiers in your post? Cheers!


Male Kasathas Soldier 2 | Init: +8 | Perception: +1 | SP: 18/18, HP: 13/18, RP: 4/5 | Speed 30' | EAC: 12, KAC: 15, CMAC: 23 | Fort: +5, Ref: +0, Will: +4

Orlam ducks under the hatch, mindful of his height, and feels the faint thrum of the station's power conduits - or perhaps its the footsteps of the countless people he sees going about their business along the docks. The kasathas considers the chaotic scene for a long moment, then turns to the others. "Does anyone have any idea of what direction we should go to find the headquarters of the Starfinders?"

Perception Check DRR: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Random d6 DRR: 1d6 ⇒ 5


Female Drow Soldier | SP: 7/7, HP: 11/11, RP: 3/4 | EAC: 15, KAC: 15, CMD: 23 | Init +3 | F:+2, R: +3, W:+2 | Bluff +5, Dip/Int: +1, SM: +0, Perc: +6 | Acrobatics +7, Athletics +7 | Speed 30 ft. | Active Conditions: None

Mysterra waits patiently, back erect and face expressionless as she waits for the ship to dock. She takes one of the business cards obligingly, tucking it into a pocket on her jacket. Her stay had been adequate, and she was often in need of passage on small ships.

As she steps out into Absalom Station, she looks around. It is chaotic here, and noisy--neither of which have ever appealed to her. But, there was always plenty to observe--which did. It had been a few years since she'd come to Absalom Station. Her last stint here had been a year long, spent working as an engineer in the air recycling station. It was good work, and the hum of the machines had been calming, but she was working for credits so she could afford another useless trip chasing after her lost memories. She left sooner than she would have liked.

It is nice to be back... she decided, despite the chaos.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Random d6: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Mysterra provides general directions to the group. Safe to say we have instructions on where to meet Durovar Kreel?


Male Lashunta Solarion 1

Ranklin swaggers confidently down the ramp, his head turning from side to side as he took in the sights. Absalom looked like any other busy port he'd been through on Castrovel, except far more variety in the people travelling through.

The gravity felt different here, like he'd been warned it would, but it was functional. The place was colder than Castrovel too. His little mote of darkness moved in closer to his body, as if hugging in would warm it.

{"The e-com had a dwarf in it, maybe he's around? I was kind of hoping for a welcoming committee, or at least a guy holding a sign up"}

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

1d6 ⇒ 5


Male Initiative +0, Perception+4, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +2 Envoy 1

"If you are to meet with the same Dwarf I am meeting, his name is Mister Duravor Kreel. Use of proper names shows discipline." Rylexi says as he looks for his contact. Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 1d6: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Rylexi feels a bit groggy from his extended nap.

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