GM Tyranius Dead Suns AP (Starfinder) (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Vetch turns off the game, taking the controls in hand again, then fires up the boosters, turning left while executing some dazzling evasive maneuvers.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20 Evade vs. DC19

He gives Vetch is favorite shot, the 'Up the Backside' Special, training the ship so that it's directly behind blue.

Vetch wonders what time the Goblinsmashers are playing.

Abe gooses the weapons systems, giving them a bit of extra juice.
Divert - Engineering: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31 vs DC 19 (Damage dice that roll a 1 are treated as if you rolled a 2.)

”Nice shooting - keep it up!”

VETCH --- Nice! The Zane likes how you pulled an ol' Stop and Go route! Zane was done head thwacking the ship with red markings. With your fancy flying --- now setting the sights on this one right in front.

With a two of thew other enemy ships slightly debilatated, he focuses fire on the healthiest one. Lining the thing up in his cross-hairs.

attack on Blue Heavy: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 2 = 27 Blue
damage: 4d8 ⇒ (5, 8, 1, 2) = 16
Real damage is 17

Just a few seconds prior to Zane aiming the turret gun, a barely audible soung emits. Probably only heard because the air conditioner for the life support has shut off due to damage.

ESPN Da-Na- Na-! Da-Na- Na!

Hey, what was that noise?

Round 6

Engineering Phase

Abe diverts the power back into the weapons for Draka and Zane's benefit.

Helm Phase

Vetch fires the boosters back on and flings everyone into the back of their seats as the Maiden lurches through space. If Vetch hadn't been strapped into his seat there definitely would have been a space rat with his brains exposed floating through the cockpit.

Gunnery Phase

The Zane's shots are spot on as the heavy laser cannon sears through the engines and into the power core. The skeletal frame explodes in a flurry of bone as the Maiden plows through the debris.

Demand action Intimidate vs DC 24: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26 Draka gets +4 on her next gunnery roll!

Dash pushes Draka to the Vesk's limit as Draka sets her sights on the red tinted bony fighter.

Gunner Check (BAB or Pilot Ranks) + (Dex Mod) + (Comps Bonus) + (Sci Off Bonus) + (Ship Bonus): 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 0 + 0 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 + 0 + 0 + 2 + 4 = 17
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

Draka gets a lucky shot as the port light laser cannon splits the red necroglider through the canopy, instantly killing the pilot within.

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Round 7

The radio comms crackle. "This won't be the last you have seen of us. We may have grossly overestimated your vessel but will return." The hollow voice screeches across the speaker. The tiny fight spins around your backside to escape with it's glitching engines.

Enemy has moved.

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Sunrise Maiden-( 65/65 | F:29 P:30 S:28 A:29 | Life Support: Normal| Sensors: Normal| Weapons: Normal | Engine: Normal | Power: Normal | Status: Nil)
Yellow Necroglider-( -3/- | F:0 P:- S:0 A:- | Life Support: Normal| Sensors: Normal| Weapons: Normal | Engine: Glitching| Power: Normal | Status: +2 AC)

Round 7
Captain (Dash)-May act on any Phase
Engineering Phase (Abe)
Helm Phase (Vetch- pilot)
Helm Phase (- Science Officer)
Gunnery Phase (Zane / Draka)

”See if you can take him out before he gets away!” Abe shouts as he gives more power to the weapon systems.

Divert - Engineering: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32 vs DC 19 (Damage dice that roll a 1 are treated as if you rolled a 2.)

Vetch jumps into action, thinking at first to zigging to the left, then zagging sharply to the right, intent on giving *The* Zane another shot that he couldn't miss. However, instead, Vetch gives the jets full burn, turning and twisting the ship around in a beautiful 180 space jam.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28 vs. DC 23 to Flip & Burn 1/2 movement and 180 turn.

Vetch offers his middle ysoki finger as he pulls alongside the other vessel, inviting both Draka and Zane for a nice broadside.

”Zane, make this shot count or you’re fired.” Dash demands of his turret gunner.

Demand Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Android humor often backfires.

”Zane, make this shot count or you’re fired.”

Hearing this, Zane gets a surprised look on his face.

zane takes the +2 bonus for this shot.
attach central turet: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 2 = 24
damage: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 1, 6, 6) = 17

With The Zane's final shot the remaining necroglider is obliterated as it floats into space dust. A partial skeletal form, from the ribs up floats through space and clatters against the front hull in front of Vetch's viewing platform. It's body slowly slithers across, scratching the paint job as an arm get's caught in the groove of one of the long range antennae's The hollow face clacks lifelessly in the window, unable to be freed at this time.

Combat Over.

”Klatu verata nicto, motherf@#%cker!” Dash waves at the twice-dead eoxian. Sitting back in his captain’s chair he thumbs the internal comms. ”Great job crew. Draka and the Zane, power down weapons. Vetch, set course for Absalom Station. Abe, engage the window wipers.”

Turning to the ship’s camera, which has been rolling the whole time, he asks. ”What’s the last thing that passes through an eoxian’s head as it hits a viewport?”

After giving a beat...
”...it’s ass.”

”Ok, cut feed. That’s lunch everyone!”

Abe checks his instruments one more time before shifting to the Science Officers chair and checking the scanners carefully. "They'll send larger numbers at us next time - we need more guns. Something better for Draka." he adjusts a program in his computer, planning his next upgrade.

He looks annoyed at the eoxian messing up his paint job, but there's no more damage than that, so he counts himself lucky. We have more paint, and we'll be in Absalom Station soon enough thanks to the drift.

He settles back in for the ride.

Please check the loot list for any gear you may wish. I'd like to give Draka a boost on this divvy - make an uneven distribution to bring her more in line with where the rest of us are. All agreed? The rest of us should still see close to 4,000cr each from this trip, but I'll have final numbers after we get back to Absalom.

The group spends a little over a week in the Drift as Vetch punches it into hyperdrive. The group of Starfinders go plaid! Vetch's starstone compass leads true. The small, clockwork navigational device hones in on mystical signals emitted by the Starstone resting at the heart of Absalom Station, calculating the compass’s precise distance from and direction relative to the enigmatic font.

After a week the Sunrise Maiden exits the drift to the sight of the familiar sprawling, densely inhabited space station filling a similar orbit that the forgotten planet Golarion once held.

Picture of Absalom Station in maps along with Draka's Starfinder license photo.

Drake accidentally drops her license but is quick to pick it up. Her long, muscular tail keeps her balance when she bends over. "Draka been meaning to re-do picture on Draka license. This taken before Draka hit vesk puberty, but Draka smile always been flattering - as Draka friends can see."

The vesk continues the conversation: "what we do Draka friends? Report back then buy deluxe expresso machine?" The vesk blinks her top set of eyelids, then her second pair. "Draka have many fancy drinks to make. Draka live busy life of vid editing, weightlifting and self-care." Draka admires her perfectly manicured claws. She was grateful for the week of travel because it allowed for her broken claw to grow back out.

@Abe: I’m good with your loot divvy suggestion.

Abe spends the week tinkering with his gear - getting everything tuned up as best he can. He also pays some attention to the data pads they've accumulated from various nefarious types. He combs through them carefully, seeking anything they may have missed.

Essentially taking-20 on the systems, cracking them down to the root level and checking every directory for hidden files. Take-20 = 35..

When they reach the safety, and shops, of Absalom, Abe gathers all the gear to be sold, hopefully getting an ally or to to help carry, and he heads down to the mercantile districts where such things are handled.

After unloading everything, Draka receives 6,885cr and the rest of us receive 4,085cr each. Not a bad haul really. Let’s do it again!

When Abe has collected the credsticks for their haul, he doles them out to they party, giving an extra ‘stick to Draka. ”You’ve done very well, and I want to impress upon you this is a good group, and worthy of your loyalty. We take care of our own.” he grins and adds, ”Now before we go drinking, I’ve one or two things to do. So I’ll see you all. Just ping me and let me know where you are. I’ll be a couple hours.”

With that, he dashes off to make a purchase, obtaining a brand new Laser Rifle, Corona (4,650cr)(2d6F, 1d6burn, 120’r, bulk 1). He can’t wait to use it in combat. He takes his old Azimuth Laser Rifle down to the docking bay. He spends the next hour or two attaching it to the ship, behind a panel near the main airlock. He sets a camera with it so they can see who it fires upon. He’s eager to test it, but figures shooting off firearms in the docks would likely be frowned on, so he lets it go.

Good shot, Zane.

* * *

Vetch seems happier in his return the Absalom Station. This time it feels like he belongs. Or there is some familiarity about the place that causes it to seem more like den.

He thanks himself for getting the ship back to the station safely, as he did a good job and no one died in the process.

He will help Abe sell things, and consider some upgrades in his armor slots. Shopping list to come.

There's three future explosions out there with Zane's name on it, and the fans need to know!

Try to limit selfies until after you’ve hit a target!”

Both quotes converge as Zane is jubilant at how well the Sunrise Maiden handled that conflict. Outnumbered, and with a potentially dangerous spaceshark, The Sunrise Maiden ended those threats quickly.

At Absalom Station, Zane soaks in the expected adulation from people that recognize him (Level 6 Icon boon- which is exponential because Draka gets it too). He FULLY expected his departure from Castrovel into space to bring with it notoriety. The fact that all of Draka’s videos have gone viral and Blood and Fury is getting great ITune reviews – just make the free drinks he gets and the “atta-boys” from strangers…. Well expected.
ABE and Vetch should have taken The Zane shopping- they might have gotten discounts or free battery packs and the like. Their loss. He got a free headvisor just for taking a picture with the owner of Big-N-Things.

What's the plan in Absalom Station?

Abe's plan is to transfer the goods out of their cargo hold, have a drink, and report the parties findings to the Society. Aren't they the ones who hired us to investigate all this? Or am I misremembering?

I'm hoping they have some clues for us as well. If not, it's back to the university to find some brain to help us tie together the leads we have in some meaningful way. If that fails, we'll head out to the drift and see if we can track down some leads through the local pirates...

The group goes about the day, selling their goods and making a few more suitable purchases. As Abe returns to the Maiden he finds that a message has been blinking on Dash's Captain chair for nearly a week now. It is the message from Chiskisk. The man hits play.

"You have 20 new messages. Press 1 for the first new message."

He presses one to begin cycling through the messages.

"This is Chiskisk. What is your SITREP on the cultists?"

"Hey, this is Chiskisk again. Give me a call back....they need to know what is going on."

"Chiskisk again. It has been a week. Hope you are alright."

"At this point you all better hope that you are dead...." The comm clicks off as the voice seems to get more and more irritated.

The next message has the sound of extreme bass and club music, making it difficult to hear the voice. "YO! DASH! This is Max. I got your medicine man. You should have no problem keeping that piston and actuator going all night long...."

The next message is Chiskisk again. "I have been alerted that the Maiden landed in Absalom Station. Seems all must have gone well or someone stole your ship? Either way come let me know what you found."

The messages continue on with old contacts and androids calling him. Dash doesn't seem to have listened to a single voicemail for quite some time.

Hilarious.

Vetch listens with Abe to the messages, his face squinching up with each additional message. He looks at Abe weirdly for every Dash-related one, then at his hands for each pertaining to the Starfinders.

"Maybe we were supposed to check in more often, huh? Man, I don't know the rules because they didn't offer us any. Would have been nice to have a manual or some training before they started to yell at us for everything we've done wrong," Vetch shakes his head, wondering how this could have been avoided.

Vetch saves all the Dash-related messages for later, like when he needs a laugh and some cheering up.

"Well team, let's get up to Chiskisk, then we can get to what Abe thinks is best. I hope we're not in too much trouble."

Vetch will lead the team to Chiskisk and offer a report about things, introducing *The* Zane and Draka as necessary and giving Chiskisk access to their vidfeeds so Chiskisk can see stuff for himself.

Upon meeting Chiskisk, Vetch tries to start off and introduce.. but Zane -feeling that Draka and he are already larger than life!
Obviously, no introduction is needed!
As if a moon needs an introduction to a planet!

As most of you already know Chiskisk, a member of the Starfinder Society’s elected leadership council, the Forum. Chiskisk is neither male nor female, but host, the third shirren sex. Chiskisk wears understated business clothes and is nervously flexing their antennae from side to side—a shirren expression of perplexity. He clacks his mandibles. "Any of you care for filtered water or Gelatinous Bacon Croquets?"

As refreshments are served Chiskisk looks over the video and listens intently to the report of both the chaotic cultists and the attack from the Corpse Fleet.

“It is a grave matter, indeed, that the Corpse Fleet seems so intent on keeping you from following the Cult of the Devourer’s trail, even to the point of attempting to eliminate you,” Chiskisk begins, their antennae folded pensively. “I presume that means they are now searching for the Stellar Degenerator as well. The Corpse Fleet is not to be trifled with, and its schemes perpetually frustrate the Eoxians here on Absalom Station. The Eoxian delegation diligently reports the efforts their planet undertakes to curb the Corpse Fleet’s activities, but they never seem to make a dent in the threat."

“Given your run-ins with the Corpse Fleet of late, I have kept my antennae in the air. My contacts in the Eoxian embassy here on the station have worked with a bureaucrat and historian in Eox’s Ministry of Eternal Vigilance named Waneda Trux. She is posted in the city of Orphys and handles reports about Corpse Fleet activity on Eox. According to my contacts, Ms. Trux recently received some indications that the fleet’s agents are up to something—perhaps recruiting for a big mission or gathering resources. It’s unclear. But following any leads that Ms. Trux has gathered could very well reveal the Corpse Fleet’s plots for the Stellar Degenerator and, if we are lucky, the coordinates where the cultists from the Star-Eater’s Spine fled to."

“Waneda Trux’s office is located in a district of Orphys called the Splice. I will inform her that you will be arriving soon. I will not misrepresent Eox—it is a dead world, and it will not be comfortable, even for representatives of the Starfinder Society on official business. But Eox is a member of the Pact Worlds, so one can expect a certain amount of civilization.” Chiskisk clears their throat with a metallic rasp and continues. “I am sure I do not need to remind you, but this mission is of the utmost priority. You must meet Waneda Trux and find the location of this Stellar Degenerator. You must keep it out of the hands of the Corpse Fleet and the Cult of the Devourer. Everything could be at stake."

When the crew collects to go meet Chiskisk, they find Dash in the Captain’s cabin, music blaring, his android nerves tingling from Nanite Nervana.

”Yo, this song is hot as plasma fire!” He says, continuing to dance. ”What’s the deal? Have we arrived at A-Station? Hold on...” Glancing at his iComm he swipes away another annoying call threatening to shoot down his high. ”Yo, this song is hot as plasma fire!!”

***

Dash tries not to fidget in the meeting with Chiskisk. He’s bored, but his mind is capable of multitasking, so one part keeps on task while another considers shopping lists, and another plays back music - anyone with a sense of rhythm and knowledge of classic pop hits might note that his tapping foot is not a nervous gesture, but a sort of personal metronome.

”Ok, got it.” He nearly jumps from his chair. ”Go to Orphys, talk to Waneda, find the Stellar Degenerator. Oh, and save the Galaxy.”

Great!

Abe laughs with Vetch. "Yeah, it's crazy. I shouldn't think we're in trouble though. We've learned stuff. We have news for them, some of it on video. No, we're making headway, they should be happy. We're cool. You'll see." He sort of trails off at the end, not really sure he believes his own words.

He follows Vetch to Chiskisk, and supports his spiel with video and audio when available. He tries to edit out some of the swearing on the fly, but doesn't catch all of it.

"Oh, that is a good lead." Abe says when Chiskisk is finished. "Absolutely, we'll head out there just as soon as we resupply - which won't take long at all." He nods with Dash when he speaks, and chuckles as he finishes. Galaxy, right. He thinks to himself.

"Thanks Chiskisk, we appreciate your faith in us. And we'll, uh, check in more often. OK then."

Abe will head back to the ship and make sure it's all resupplied. He's already done his shopping, so once the ship is in shape, he's ready, and somewhat eager, to go. He is surprised at how much fun he's having working for the Starfinders. Much fun indeed.

Zane is ready to jump into The Sunrise Maiden and find more adventure! Draka has to constantly crank out content or people start following others....
This Station wasn't as much fun as he fully expected. It seems LOTS of THINGS Happen all the time at Absalon Station and they are a bit harder than most to impress.
Plus, while downing a Knoxberian Ale at a local watering hole, someone had THE GALL to mention a competing vidfeed to Blood and Fury?!!?!?!?!?!?!?
Overhead is a conversation he has with Draka while headed back to the ship. Eavesdropping mid-sentence.
....Some yahoos just dropped like 4 back to back episodes of this thing they call... Androids & Aliens. Is that the lamest name ever? There's like thousands of Androids out there and.... duh.. EVERYONE is an alien to someone else in this galaxy. FRIGGIN LOOOSERS! Might as well call their vidcast Seagulls and Yodas.
That last part was an inside joke. Sorry ABE and Draka.

Draka listens in to the 20 new messages stored on the communicator. "Draka not expect Draka friends to be so popular too. Draka clearly in the right group," the vesk nods to herself.

"Oh, that is a good lead." Abe says when Chiskisk is finished. "Absolutely, we'll head out there just as soon as we resupply - which won't take long at all." He nods with Dash when he speaks, and chuckles as he finishes. Galaxy, right. He thinks to himself.

Draka twists the ring of sustenance on her clawed finger. "Draka have important shopping to do. Draka need coffee machine. Deluxe coffee machine," she clarifies. "Draka not buy makeup or polish. Draka get free by promoting product," the vesk explains.

"....Some yahoos just dropped like 4 back to back episodes of this thing they call... Androids & Aliens. Is that the lamest name ever? There's like thousands of Androids out there and.... duh.. EVERYONE is an alien to someone else in this galaxy. FRIGGIN LOOOSERS! Might as well call their vidcast Seagulls and Yodas."

The scaly skin where her eyebrows would be - if Draka had eyebrows - lifts in questioningly. "Seagulls and Yodas? That doesn't sound very formidable." The vesk pulls on the strap holstering her Swoop Hammer to her back, but doesn't say anything else.

I definitely want to spend credits on more personal upgrades, but Draka needs to level to 7 for the next tier. *link* (And you can't have two of the same tier.) Not sure what she needs/should buy. I'm open to suggestions. I think her armor and weapon are still relevant.

Chiskisk stops the group of Starfinders before they depart. They pull out their tablet and does a small bit of inputting. "There. As promised." You each hear your own comm devices ping as your bank notifies you of a 2500 credit deposit. "I was able to procure your payment for finding and checking out the Hidden Base in the in the Diaspora. You can expect a similar reward if your trip to Eox proves successful."

"Any questions on your assignment?"

You each receive 2500 credits.

@Draka- In normal civilizations you can find equipment that is your level +1. In Absalom Station you can find equipment that is you level +2. So you can easily find and purchase that lvl 7 personal upgrade.

Abe eyes the credits happily, "No, no questions. We'll go make a plan, and if anything comes up, we'll call you. Thanks for this!"

Abe will nod and head out the door, back to the ship to figure out what the plan is. When the group is together, and the ship sealed for security, he says, "So, Eox is a friendly place, right? I mean we can just go there and land and find our contact. How hard can this be?"

He shakes his head uneasily, "I must be missing something. It doesn't feel right."

"So, Eox is a friendly place, right? I mean we can just go there and land and find our contact. How hard can this be?"

“Certainly—quite safe! All of Orphys is contained beneath an atmosphere dome, so even living creatures can venture about without taking personal environmental protection measures. Waneda Trux has agreed to allow you the use of an empty office in the headquarters of the Ministry of Eternal Vigilance. The local authorities know that you are coming and that you are Starfinders on official business, so you should not have any official interference. On the other hand, I hear that many of Eox’s undead citizens can be downright rude to the living, so you would be wise to be prepared for anything. But Eox is otherwise quite safe, I assure you!”

Zane looks a little extra swollen ever since that cred-ping. His shoulders and muscles look a little bit bigger.
He is ready, he even got a blender made by a reputable alien species, and so he is content.

Draka visits a magic shop, where she upgrades the ruby red crystal. She purchases an additional crystal - smaller and yellow, but just as glittery. On her way back, the vesk splurges on a deluxe coffee maker and purchases the necessary creamer and cup containers.

~*~*~*~*~

"On the other hand, I hear that many of Eox’s undead citizens can be downright rude to the living, so you would be wise to be prepared for anything. But Eox is otherwise quite safe, I assure you!”

The vesk looks up from her communicator: "more cultists?" Draka saves her latest video she's been editing: a makeup tutorial showing how to do a "smokey eye" using red and gold foundation. She frowns, "are all these undead bad?"

”Ok, got it.” He nearly jumps from his chair. ”Go to Orphys, talk to Waneda, find the Stellar Degenerator. Oh, and save the Galaxy.”

Go to Orphys, talk to Waneda, find the Stellar Degenerator. Oh, and save the Galaxy. Vetch repeats to himself inside his head. He shakes his ratty head as if to clear out some old information and to make room for the new. Go to Orphys, talk to Waneda, find the Stellar Degenerator. Oh, and save the Galaxy.

"Are we sure we are all we have to throw at this problem? Maybe we need a few dozen battlejuggernaut class wompships too? I dunno. Seems like a big deal, right?" Vetch quips facing many uncertainties.

Vetch waves his hand at his own questions.

"No, I know, I know I know. I got it. No back up. No support. Just us. Sure, we got this," Vetch chitters, looking at Abe. "Is there anything else we'll need for the ship? What kind of gear should we have in preparation for Eox?"

"more cultists?" "are all these undead bad?"

"Goodness no. No cultists and not all undead are bad. Thousands of years ago, the native residents of Eox went to war with the neighboring planets Damiar and Iovo, then known as the Twins. Their most powerful weapon, capable of destroying planets, shattered the Twins into the asteroid belt now called the Diaspora, (Where the cultist base was) but also destroyed Eox's atmosphere and killed off much of its population. Eoxians used necromancy to survive, and today Eox is dominated by the undead." Chiskisk gives a brief history lesson.

"Are we sure we are all we have to throw at this problem? Maybe we need a few dozen battlejuggernaut class wompships too? I dunno. Seems like a big deal, right?"

'I wish we had the resources. As I am sure you are aware. We recently lost nearly 70% of our Starfinders and resources to the Scoured Stars Incident, to include much of the leadership like First Seeker Janura."

Chiskisk pulls up a map and spins their monitor around. "Eox is a member of the Pact Worlds so you should be able to find what you need there as well. Orphys is underneath a breathable bubble of atmosphere so you shouldn't have any issues."

Map of Eox posted in maps.

Vetch checks out the maps, trying to keep himself spatially situated.

"Captain SpacePants?" Vetch looks at Dash. "As our 'Captain'" Vetch air quotes with his ratty fingers. "When did you want to leave? We'll need more supplies...and some buying lists? Abe? Does the ship need anything else to get us there safely?"

”Ehhh... In a day or so.” Dash shrugs in reply to Vetch. ”After I catch up on some missed calls.”

Moving-in day. May be tough to get out a serious post for a couple days. Trying to shop for Dash too, which is hard because I don’t know Starfinder equipment well.

The vesk seconds the ysoki: "Draka ready to go SpacePants." Draka hitches her recent purchases in her arms and heads to the ship.

In the Sunrise Maiden, the vesk plugs in the coffee machine and sets up a cup to brew. She presses a couple buttons on the communicator on her massive vesk wrist and music starts playing. "Draka can't go on any adventure without coffee and scratchy-scale face mask." The vesk pulls out a squished packet from her pocket and pulls the two flat strips apart. She applies to thin mask to her face and sits in a chair until her drink finishes brewing.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind adding another heavy weapon for Draka, but I don't think we have the time for that." until we level up... "So I think we're ready when Dash is." he grins.

He double checks everything, including his own gear, and makes ready for departure.

Vetch, when given free time will purchase a few upgrades that will hopefully keep him alive during times of conflict. He will research what he can of Eox and prepare himself as best he can.

"You guys buying some new vid equipment? Heard about these other vidperformers who were vidding in 4D. Must be nice to be able to shoot all your work in all four dimensions, huh?"

With a day to plan their next mission, Dash does some deep research.. in the entertainment districts of the station.

So many clubs, so little time.

He returns to the maiden pretty strung out, but saturated with some psychedelics and jump drive beats bouncing on his iComm in sync with bursts of his jet boots.

”Yo Vetch, set a course for.. whatever once Abe has the ship ready. I’ve got some new moves to test out in my cabin.”

The journey from the Absalom Station to Eox takes 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5 days using the Drift. There are no more frontal assaults from the Corpse Fleet or even any word concerning the Cultists on the way to Eox.

Eox is a dead world, with no seas or oceans, and what’s left of its thin atmosphere is toxic, radioactive, both, or worse. As you approach the planet, you are contacted by Eoxian Space Defense officials on the ancient orbital defense platform called the Sentinel. "Identification and Destination?" A hollow and dead sounding voice rasps over your communication unit.

"Hi." begins Abe as he gathers his identification and sends it over the link. "We're Starfinders, headed to Orphys."

He keeps it simple, hoping they'll do the same. He's uneasy around undead. It's not that he doesn't trust them, it's just, well, they're dead.

A few tense moments pass and the voice returns. "Proceed to Docking Bay 03 for Customs ad Immigration." Finding the docking bay you are able to land safely on a platform carved from the bone of a mammoth beast long lost to civilization. Slowly and painfully each of you pass through customs and immigration under the watchful eye sockets of undead officials as you are free to enter the city.

Hearing that they are asking for identification, Zane tries to speak up after ABE only identifies them as generic Starfinders. Zane pauses as he fully expects ABE to extrapolate and add how he has Stellar Sensation Draka aboard.
Yes, The Blood and Fury Starfinders- Here for the fans!
But Zane's addendum is a little late as the outbound comm was switched off and he hears the inbound comm instruct them to docking bay 03.

ABE- Blood and Fury Baby. Next time, the correct answer is: Blood and Fury.
He shakes his head at how far ABE needs to go to get his hands wrapped around their inevitable future.
When they ask if you are a GOD, you say, YES!!!
He spreads his hands out wide and has this exasperated look of a teacher and student.

Vetch lays in the course with a obsequious "Yessir, Captain,"-overdone-salute, then makes the ship go there. He will follow docking instructions, as ordered, trying to do his job to make sure the ship isn't shot down for insubordination.

"We got anything that customs isn't going to like?" Vetch makes sure no one is smuggling goblins or some other vermin before landing.

Blood and fury. For me, it's their blood and me, I'm a furry.

If androids sweat like meatbag organics then Dash would have been dripping, but apparently good drugs aren’t contraband on Eox. Good thing he wasn’t smuggling death sticks or Sarenrae pop-rock.

"Blood and Fury, got it." Abe exhales with some relief. He turns to Vetch, "I'm clean." - though he wonders what they might find as contraband.

He gathers his gear and heads out into the city. "Let's go meet our contact."

Eox’s “local day,” which is as long as 30 Pact Standard days (or 720 Pact Standard hours). Like the rest of the Pact Worlds, Eox defaults to the 24-hour Pact Standard day, which makes timekeeping easy and universal, but Eox looks to have just started it's 15-day-long night, which means darkness or dim light anywhere that doesn’t have artificial illumination.

The entire city is covered in a carefully engineered protective dome that contains a breathable atmosphere for living creatures. You can thus move around Orphys without worrying about using their armor’s environmental protections.

Leaving the Port you are able to pick up a cab where a decayed form turns back to you with a loud grunt. "UNnnngh?" Letting the zombie know where you want to go it heads to the Splice District of Orphys, dropping you off at the Ministry of Eternal Vigilance.

On the way you watch as every number of undead read in books and heard in rumors are seen walking and driving about. While most seem skeletal and in every stage of the decaying process there are also ghouls, ghasts, vampires, zombies and the occasional living creature roaming about.

A wide, two-story building of black and rust-dappled gray stands out from the other dilapidated structures on this densely packed block within the Splice District. A holographic banner above the sliding double entryway displays the words “Ministry of Eternal Vigilance” in Common and Eoxian. A smaller sign on the front doors declares that the office is open for at least 12 hours every Pact Standard day, even if the stench from the nearby necrograft factory and the building’s lack of windows and architectural accouterments are less than inviting.

The Ministry of Eternal Vigilance sits on Carpalspur Street, nestled between necrograft factories and shops. Compared with other government buildings elsewhere in Orphys, the ministry is remote, run down, and politically ignored for the most part. Inside, the office is rather dull and sterile. The ministry building has two floors.

Entering the Ministry, there are only two people present: a shabby human man sitting in the lobby, and a female ghoul sitting behind the front desk, absently entering information from an enormous stack of papers into a computer terminal sitting on the desk.

According to the holographic instructions in the lobby, visitors should take a numbered token from the machine in the corner and have a seat. When their number is called, they should check in at the front desk, where a ministry official will assist them.

"Wow. OK then. Let's see if the line moves at least before we make a scene, shall we?" he says to mostly Dash, though he doesn't expect this group to be at all patient.

He goes, takes a number, and sits down. He almost immediately starts tinkering with his computer, and quickly gets lost in a sub-routine as he waits. Some part of his mind chants the number on his ticket over and over so he remembers its importance.

Seeing ABE pull a number and wait, Zane rolls his eyes.
Awww HELL NO. Child Please.
Zane can’t believe it.
What was just discussed not 6 posts ago an hour ago. This is Team Blood and Fury, not Team Pleabian People.
Draka, Zane will be the lead runner, you come in for the Glam Bam.
Zane saunters up to the ghoul behind the desk. The only “person” who has access to a comm to call the people of importance.
The Zane here. Pleased to meet you, as today is a very special day. Superstars from Blood and Fury are here to see our contact. Howz about you give them a beep-bop on the comms?
He gives a wink. Then does his best to edify Blood and Fury.
blood N’ fury - Set download records. Crashed a dozen sharewebsites just last week as requests overwhelmed their capacity. Over (GM insert appropriate # of likes) Number of likes on the Uni-Holos.
He leans in and whispers.
Draka, Yes , Draka is right here in this lobby. She is like a REALLY Big Deal. You could get an autograph if you play your datacards right.
using diplomacy and Icon theme- Celebrity Boon to see if they have heard of Zane and/or Draka. diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22