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The adventure starts out as a group of individuals come together on a transport vessel known at the The Okimoro. Whether they are natives to the station, returning after a visit else where or a first timer to Absalom Station, they all have been summoned by the same person. A dwarven Starfinder by the name of Duravor Kreel, with a simple note, We shall meet in Docking Bay 94.
The flight itself is routine. The shuttle makes it way through and approaches a set of starlike arms, which circle the station. Final docking procedures take a couple of minutes. The attendants walk up and down the aisles and a welcome greeting plays over the intercom.
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.
Standing in the middle of the bay is Kreel, tall and lanky for a dwarf, with a bristly, iron-gray beard and deep-set eyes beneath bushy eyebrows. With his patched and stained coveralls, the dwarf looks like just another dockworker, but a badge bearing the symbol of the Starfinder Society stands out on his chest. The dwarf keeps checking his data pad and searching the crowd. He finally sees the ones he was looking for, and begins to wave at them trying to get there attention.
All but Zeigris notice the Kreel, but before the group can acknowledge the dwarf, the air is filled with laser fire, as rival gangs use the dock as a warzone.
Surprise Round(bold may act)
G-607, Yannick,Marnela
Baddies
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Zeigris Wilsu is a wiry fellow with a slightly distracted nature. The others in their little group had likely noticed he always spoke and acted as if something else was taking up just a little bit more of his time then the conversation at hand. He seemed pleasant enough anyways. Soft-spoken, willing to discuss anything technological at hand, and interested in the current events of the Pact Worlds as a whole.
He isn't particularly a well kept man, however. There are a couple days of growth on his face and his hair looks like he'd been trying to charge himself at a battery station. His clothing was modest and didn't overtly scream gang member or criminal element despite his past, more a confused, tinkering scientist that tried to keep everything he may possibly need easily at hand. There are various, half complete gadgets attacked to his green overcoat and more hidden beneath. He wears a pair of goggles and when you've seen him pull them off his eyes one is clearly some sort of implant. A rune is etched over the pupil with circuitry, and more data streaks can be seen spidering over the white of the eye.
Ziggy had not been to Absalom Station -legally- in quite some time, and it's left him rather skittish for a lot of the trip into the dock. Even as they arrive he's searching out any familiar faces among security that might recognize him and come to give him an earful... as well as a boot back off the station.
He's so concerned about this he doesn't even notice the shootout until a shot of laser fire strikes the wall beside his head. He jumps in shock and turns to stare at carbon scoring where it struck. "Egads, that was close! I didn't think they were that mad at me!"
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Maenala stretches her arms and sighs as she steps off The Okimoro, looking up at the transport ship. "That wasn't a bad ride, though those damn thrusters needed at least three more stabilization rigs. Did you feel the kickback on those things? Rough."
Bluish-purple in appearance, Maenala's face features an inverted triangle dotted with diamonds, a family marking. The two antennae damaya lashunta are known for poke out of her forehead, though they appear shorter than typical. She wears a light orange and white pilot's suit and black military boots.
Moving through Absalom Station, Maenala takes in the sights with curiosity. She'd been here before, but not for some time, and the energy and culture of the place had her feeling both safe and content. She grew excited at the opportunities here, whether it meant building the next hot starship to pilot, learning about her long-lost family, or discovering who she was and what she was meant to do. Nothing was off the table here.
Her reminiscing is interrupted as laser file suddenly fills the air. "We're in the crossfire, head to cover!" She runs ahead and perches behind a crate.
Throughout the journey back from Diaspora, Yannick had been bouncing excitedly in his seat, reading through a battered notebook on interesting rock formations he discovered on the asteroid belt. Hearing the announcement over the intercom informing them of their imminent arrival to Absalom station, the pale Lashunta looks out of the shuttle's window to take in the site of Absalom station from the unique position of space. He had enjoyed his first journey away from the station, but was ready to return home to the workshop to test out new theories.
"Almost ready Zy, we will be docking soon. Sorry you had to go into the hold..." he whispers over the comm built into the rig over the right side of his face. Leaning back, Yannick pulls up the message from Kreel and smiles to himself. He had been contacted by the Dwarf during his trip to say that his application into the society was ready to be processed. Waiting to meet him as they get off the shuttle, Yannick rushed straight into the hold as they dock to collect his Draconian companion and disembark.
Standing with a few others he had learnt were also here to meet Kreel, Yannick starts as the laser bolts begin to fly and is frozen in panic. Luckily he is snapped out of it by a fellow Lashunta and he runs behind the closest crate, cowering. "Zy! help Kreel!" he calls out, sending his Drone rushing forwards towards the Dwarf.
Starseeker Model G-607 is a combat android originally constructed in Absalom Station. Though many of the past souls inhabited by the Starseeker android are largely lost to history, the android's current soul is inhabited by a devout worshiper of Ibra. This iteration of the android came with interstellar powers. It was fortunate for these two to come together, matching the android's capabilities with the soul's expertise. G-607's goal is to show others that Ibra is a powerful being worthy of worship.
The machine may have combat prowess, but lacks some basic communication features common on more modern machinations. As an older model, sometimes those limitations can seem odd or off putting to others, but there's a certain charm that comes with the hyper-logical talk that is output by the communication system. However, the soul does have influence over communications so can output some lines of thought without coming off too mechanical.
This particular soul decided to stick with the Model number given on the android: G-607. It was a line created several centuries ago so many are not around anymore, and therefore can stick out as a somewhat unique name.
He prefaces each statement with a descriptor, and speaks in a mechanical voice.
"Commentary: Unsure which side to help."
"Strategy: Photon Stance will be enabled and weapon protocol shall commence. Closest active shooter shall be targeted. Chance of cover unlikely. Will advance in the open."
G-607 activates the power of the stars, going into Photon Stance.
A glowing hammer made of bright white interstellar energy appears in G-607's hands as he moves closer to the closest target he can see.
Laser fire flies across the room, a drone takes a solid hit in the cross fire . In all the chaos, you see Kreel grab his throat and slink to the floor.
Round 1(bold may act)
G-607, Yannick,Marnela
Baddies
Zeigris
"Engaging"
G-607 heads over to a shooter (likely the one that attacked him) and prepares to knock him out.
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"Kreel!" Maenala grimaces as Kreel falls to the ground. "There goes our contact. Maybe we can save him if we stop this! 607, I'll support you from here," Maenala shouts from behind the crate. She pulls the laser rifle slinged across her back and places it on top of the crate. Looking through the scope, she squeezes the trigger, a beam of hot red fire arcing towards the enemy next to G-607.
"Kreel! Zy! Argh!" Yannick cries as he fumbles for the pistol at his belt. 'Uncle' Kon has ordered to take it with him on his journey, in case of unsavoury types, yet Yannick had never done any more than fire it was scrap in the Botscrap yard. Now there were lasers being fired across the dock the Lashunta couldn't take it!
"H-Help". He cries, "Zygex! get the thug tackling the Android" he stutters through his link.
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Armour plating scorched from the laser bolt Zygex, upon hearing the command, rushes towards the ganger closest to the drone, the metallic Draconian warrior rushes forwards, the weapon mount readying a wicked heavy 'Koshko' formed from scrap. Threatening the ganger it looks at them with glowing red eyes.
The android and drone close in the lone thug, while Maenala takes aim and catches her target in the shoulder.
The cornered thug , draws a lead pipe and strike at G-607, but is off target from the fresh shoulder wound.
The other gangsters continue to exchange fire.
Round 1(bold may act)
Zeigris
Round 2(bold may act)
G-607, Yannick,Marnela
Baddies
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Zeigris seems to have entirely lost focus on the battle at hand, peering closely at the spot on the wall that could have been on his face. "I wonder what sort of weapons they're using. Rather a poor place to be doing this anyways, too many people around." He starts to mutter to himself until Maenala and Yannick both shout out the dwarf's name. He snaps back to the moment, turning about to see Kreel drop to the ground. "Oh my, oh my. That's not good at all. I'll check on him! Cover for me!"
Then, completely oblivious to the fact he's running through a firefight between gangs he sprints across the docking back. At the last moment he loses his balance and falls forward, sliding into position next to the Dwarf. "Good afternoon Mr. Kreel, you seem unwell and to have chosen a poor place to be so!"
"Threat: Feel the power of Ibra burn you."
G-607 takes a Guarded Step to set up a flanking position with the drone.
He releases his accumulated stellar energy to release a burst of fire that takes on the aesthetic of a Supernova centered on him.
Unable to support from the position behind the boxes, Yannick squeezes his eyes as he runs forwards to the next line of crates and towards the flashing lasers of the duelling gangs. "Zeigris Sir! I'll try to keep them off you!" he calls out as the grey haired Human rushes towards Kreel to see if they can help them. Whispering across his comm for Zygex to help G-607 in scaring off the bandit striking out at them.
Sighting across the crates, he fires at the Ganger with mad blue hair, hoping at least to put him off.
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Upon the order given from Yannick, Zygex raises their junk forged Koshko and swings it, their fanged maw set in a horrific snarl.
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Zeigris runs over to check on the fallen dwarf. It is easy to save that it is too late for him. A clean hole can be seen through his neck from laser fire. Blood beginning to pool from it.
G-607 releases his energy, burning purple while the drone brings down his scrapyard doshko on top of him, dropping him into a crumpled mess.
While Yannicks training pays off, sending a projectile into the chest of his target.
Round 2(bold may act)
G-607, Yannick, Maenala
Baddies
Zeigris
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Maenala peers through her scope at the human running towards Kreel, then spots the hole through Kreel's neck. "We're too late, aren't we? Damn it. Get out of there, Zeigris, these gangers' lasers are about to fill the air again!" She checks the battery and then turns shifts her rifle on another thug.
"Alright. Yannick, 602, see that target with the blue flight suit? Let's stop this madness. Take him down!" Her uplifting words have the party feeling suddenly inspired. She aims and fires another blast with her rifle.
Maenala showing her expertise with the rifle, hitting her second target. She then begins to coordinate the group.
The red gang focus there fire at the teal gnagster and take him down in a flourish of laser fire. The remaining blue takes a shot that goes wide and begins to retreat.
Round 2(bold may act)
Zeigris
Round 3
G-607, Yannick, Maenala
Baddies
"Correction: G-602 is an older model that was never released to the public. My model is G-607."
"Response: Understood. Engaging Target."
G-607 charges at the enemy to cut off an escape.
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"Oh, oh my I do believe you're correct Sepulcher! He appears to be missing a significant portion of his spinal cord!" A few shots fly over his head and he ducks down, using the rather dead dwarf as a bit of cover while he draws out his own laser pistol.
"A rather disappointing turn of events! I'm not certain they have a prosthetic for that." He stays on the ground and uses the plane of the station to sight his weapon on the fleeing blue gangster, firing off a single shot.
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"Please, Maenala will do just fine, Zeigris. No one's called me Sepulcher since, um, flight school?" Maenela responds as she dashes ahead within range of the final gangster on the blue side, and fires another shot. "We've almost got him. Let's hope the other side doesn't turn on us after he's down. I'll get over there and try to talk some sense into them as soon as I can."
Zeigris, you recognize one side as the Level 21 Crew and the other side, the ones that you have been attacking is the Downside Kings.
The final gangster falls as it just makes it to the corridor.
Station security arrives on scene and begins laying fire towards the other gang. Who in turn, falls back immediately.
They also move in to detain the PC's, such as protocol. But the crowd comes to your defense that you were all merely reacting to the threat.
While Ziegris is by the dwarfs body he finds a computer. This computer contains the name of and descriptions of the four PC's and another name of Chiskisk and an address.
G-607 loses concentration on his weapon and immediately starts searching the bodies.
"Request: Azimuth Laser Pistol desired. Currently no weapons in my possession."
"Commentary: It appears we are linked by destiny for now."
As the Station security rush in and the gangers flee, Yannick finds the adrenaline rush of near death overwhelming and the pale Lashunta collapses to the ground hyperventilating and grasping his knees, his freshly fired pistol falling from numb hands. As the security move in to question him he curls up tighter and begins to sob.
"T-that w-was h-orrid!" he whines.
Meanwhile, Zygex looks down at the scorching in his armour playing and makes a far too human tut as he does so. "Damn this weakly armoured form! I hope i don't have circuitry damage from this!" he groans, his voice a mettalic rasp. "So, what next oh destined ones!"
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Maenela quickly slides her rifle back into its sling, rushing over to the security staff to assist in explaining the situation. When Zeigris mentions what's on the computer, Maenala speaks up. "What are the chances our names and ... what we look like ... is right here on this computer? Maybe it is destiny. Kinda creepy, though. Hmm. Come to think of it..."
"Chiskisk is a high-ranking Starfinder here on Absalom Station. And that what do you know? The address leads right to Lorespire Complex, the Society's HQ." Maenala bends over to pick up one of the pistols, checking the sights on it. As she's looking through it, she continues. "Come on, Yannick, you're gonna be fine. No one would mess with 602--err, 607. He's got our backs." She offers a hand to help him up. "It sounds like we know where to go, though, so let's get to it!"
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"Hmm, the Kings and the 21s." More to himself, since the fight is breaking up he makes it a point to slink away to hide behind Zygex while the security team is being assuaged over the incident. This is when he takes the time to play with the computer he found and gather up whatever he can off the corpses while things are settling down.
Doesn't hurt to pad the pockets when the chance comes. He coughs at all the mention of destiny. "I'd say some divine source of manipulation is perhaps a far stretch. We were all likely asked to come here, and he was to meet us. It only makes sense for us to be on his computer so he can actually identify us." He pockets the piece of equipment for possible use later. "I do agree that we should head to this Lorespire and see exactly what they wanted us for. However..." His eyes distractedly wander over to Yannick's drone. "If I could have a moment with this large automaton, I think I can do something about his state of disrepair... and see how he works a bit as well. Doesn't hurt to understand these things."
Ziggy seems harmless enough, but his hands do begin to glow faintly as he tries to approach Zygex and tinker with his damaged bits while the scene settles.
"There, all better. Let us be off, then!" He'll draw his hands back after toying with the drones armor and straightening a few pieces with a look of satisfaction. Then he'll follow the others when they're ready.
"Statement: The stars and those among it exist. Ibra determines my path."
"Statement: We shall head to the address and see our fate."
With that, G-607 punches a few things into his personal comm unit to see if he can pull up an destination , then begins heading in that direction, checking behind occasionally to see if the other members have kept up.
Breathing deeply and still shivering, Yannick takes Maenala's hand and gets to his feet and fumbles for his pistol, placing it back in the holster at his hip. As the others go for the laser pistols, he lets them- he is happy with his battered sidearm for now and it makes sense for those not armed get first choice. Meekly following the Pilot towards his new allies, destined or not, he listens to the deliberations and nods.
"I-I agree." he stutters, still suffering a little. "W-we should tell them about Duravor's death. Thankyou for fixing Zygix..." he says to Zeigris.
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If capable of human emotion and the ability to display it, it is clear Zygex would have raised his eyebrow at Zeigris' comment regarding how it works. Realising the jumpy little man intends to fix the armour damage, the Drone lifts up his arms to reveal the nasty scorch marks as the armour re-knits itself.
"Much obliged. Now, despite our protests the security are still keeping an eye on us. Shall we?" Zygex states in their rasp.
The group moves on out of the docks and start to head out to the Lorespire Complex.
The Lorespire Complex, located in Absalom Station’s Ring sector, is a campus with multiple buildings and rooms, though its eponymous spire is what people most associate with the Starfinder Society’s headquarters.
The doors of the complex open up and leads to a lavish receptionist area. A female lashunta looks up and smiles warmly at the PC's.
Welcome to the Lorespire Complex. My name is Kima, how can I assist you today?
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Looking on in wonderment, Maenala smiles as she passes into Lorespire Complex. This was her first time setting foot in the headquarters of the Starfinder Society, and she'd heard great things about how they worked to benefit the Pact Worlds, even after the Scoured Stars incident.
Stepping up to reception, Maenala greets Kima warmly. "Hi Kima, I'm Maenala Seplucher, and this is Yannick, Zeigris and his trusty drone, and G-607. We're looking to meet with Chiskisk. We unfortunately don't have an appointment, but this is urgent, trust me."
The Lashunta seems to enjoy helping people. Chiskisk is busy at the moment. But if you like to, you can have a seat in the waiting room. She points you to a small quiet waiting room.
Several minutes go by, a Shirren comes down, and enters the waiting room. It gestures to the group, You must be the ones here to CHiskisk, please come with me. The Shirren leads you down several hallways and into a cluttered but clean office.
Behind the desk is another Shirren seated behind a polished and unadorned plastic desk, who you assume is Chiskisk , it wears understated business clothes and is nervously flexing their antennae from side to side.
I am Chiskisk. Please have a seat and some refreshments. It gestures to a stand with a pitcher of water and some wafers. Where is Kreel, he was to escort you here, did the dwarf get caught up somewhere.
Smiling weakly at the receptionist, Yannick gratefully sits in the waiting room and startsto tinker with Zygex's workings, deciding to see if there was any lasting damage. Fortunately, Zeigris 'magic touch' seemed to have solved much of the problem with the melted plating and the circuitry would be a quick repair. Yannick for his part seems to visually calm as he gets absorbed in the work, the tip of his tongue sticking between his teeth in concentration as he pokes with tools and examines the damage with an interesting contraption around his right eye. He was so lost in the work the Shirren made him jump.
"Err- yes, Chiskisk yes. I'm sorry, i hope i didn't make a mess..." he apologises, his pale skin flushing in embarrassment as he follows their guide through the spire.
Marvelling at the grand complex, much fancier than anything he had seen before in his years living in the junkyards of the spire, he takes a seat indicated and reaches out for water, realising how parched his throat is.
"Thankyou, and greetings. Ermm i'm not surehow to say this but - there was an incident at the docks and..." the Lashunta trails off, unable to say the words.
G-607 doesn't have any trouble stating what happened.
"Response: Kreel died in the crossfire of two rival gangs upon our meeting. We were able to take down one gang but Kreel died before we could resuscitate him."
Chisisk antennae snap to the sides in response, it then speaks to all of you telepathically. “I am sorry that I cannot welcome you to Absalom Station under better circumstances. I assure you that such attacks are not a daily occurrence, though I realize that is likely small comfort to you. I am pleased that none of you were seriously hurt, but I grieve for Duravor’s death. He was a valued member of the Society, and a friend. May the Lady of Graves be kind in her judgment of his soul.” The shirren bows their head momentarily, then looks up, their compound eyes glittering.
“What puzzles me is the reason behind the attack.” Chiskisk taps a few commands into their computer. “According to the incident report just released by station security, two gangs were involved in the attack: the Downside Kings and the Level 21 Crew. Gang wars are not uncommon on the station, but they usually confine themselves to the more lawless sectors like the Puddles. It is rare for street gangs to battle openly in public areas like the docks. I cannot help but wonder whether all is as it seems. There must be a reason why those two gangs were at Docking Bay 94 at that time—the time of your arrival, coincidentally. But was it coincidence? Were you and Duravor just innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire, or might you and he have been specifically targeted? And if so, why?
“My understanding is that you are interested in becoming Starfinders, and since you were witnesses to the attack, I would like to ask you to investigate the incident on behalf of the Society. Find out exactly what happened and why. It may simply be a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time—I have no doubt station security will rule it so—but if Duravor was murdered, I would like to find justice for my friend. At the same time, this will give you the opportunity to demonstrate your own skills and abilities and show the Society that you are worthy of the title ‘Starfinder.’ Good luck.”
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Become a Starfinder? Is that what you sent me here for?
Maenala stands with her hands on her waist as she listens to Chiskisk. "I have to admit I was a little torn with the idea of becoming a Starfinder," she responds, a sigh in her breath, "But the Society's goals and now, their resilience and dedication, is inspiring. Duravor didn't deserve to be caught in a gang's crossfire, so I'll gladly help you out in looking into his death. But I can't help but wonder why Duravor requested our presence here on Absalom Station in the first place..."
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Zeigris needs to be redirected to focus on their current activities several times as they meet with the receptionist, and further to move with the rest from the waiting area where he had been examining Kreel's computer that he'd taken from the scene.
Once they're settled before Chisisk he listens to the introductions of the others, and further to the Shirren's response to the news they brought. "Yes, yes I thought I recognized those two groups. Always been troublemakers, but I thought it was odd for them to attack so suddenly. You might be right about there being something more to all this." Becoming a Starfinder, though? He hadn't thought too much about it, really. He'd just been told there was an offer waiting for him here... but it would lend him some needed legitimacy so he could actually wander more freely about Absalom Station again.
He coughs politely and raises a hand, his voice more firm than it was a moment before. "I would be delighted to look into this, though as Maenala states we're not entirely sure why we were brought to the station to start."
"We're going to need some information as well. Can you get us access to the security files? Do you know more about the gangs or their specific hide-outs? Can you get us access to Kreel's affects, computer passwords.." Here he jiggles the dwarf's computer in his hand. "Is there any other immediate assistance you can provide us? I believe we're all new to the station."
G-607 cocks his head a little at the proposal to become a Starfinder.
"Musing: Starfinder? Do they seek stars? Perhaps it can give me direction and a purpose rather than traversing the universe making individuals cognizant of Ibra."
G-607 waits for further answers to the others' questions before response.
Kreel had talked about it, but I never thought they'd pick me! Yannick considers as the weight of Chiskisk's suggestion sinks in. He always considered Kreel was just appeasing the poor Junk-rat such that he was with his talk of seeing the stars. He would have to ask his uncle first of course, but he should let him know he was back especially with the news of Ganger attacks on the arms.
"Ermm, i-if you will have me I would like to help..." he replies softly, "I am a native to the station, mostly the Downs and Botscrap though..."
Again telepathically, Chiskisk speaks to the PC. I suggest you all getting settled in before starting your investigation. I offer you 200 credits each as a welcome and recommend you stay at the Moons of Sleep. It is a small hotel that offers extended stays for those working along with the society.
While travelling the station. The PC's hear snippets of current events. Most interesting is the arrival of the derelict ship Acreon a few days ago, the whereabouts and fate of its missing crew, and the nature of the mysterious “Drift Rock” the ship brought with it. Rumors and speculation are rampant: the Acreon’s crew witnessed something significant and were killed to keep it secret; the entire crew went mad and walked out the airlocks; the Drift Rock contains precious riches, from rare and valuable minerals to advanced technology, or even legendary treasures of lost Golarion, preserved before the planet disappeared.
The other main topic of discussion is the disagreement between Astral Extractions and the Hardscrabble Collective, both of whom claim ownership of the Drift Rock and the right to examine the Acreon and determine the fate of its crew.
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Maenala brushes her antennae back and quickly offers her opinion of where to stay. "I'm not one for luxury -- Trust me. Unless anyone has any objections, I say we keep it cheap and stay at the Sleep's efficiency rooms. I hear the beds can be as firm as a droid's backside, but sixteen creds a week can go a long way. What do you guys think? I can't imagine 607 will have an issue with our room's lack of fluffy pillows and expensive soap," she says with a light and awkward laugh.
Er, was that insensitive?
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"I'm not one to pass up free credits, or a place to sleep." He stops fiddling with the computer in his hands, since no password is forthcoming, and adjusts how his goggles sit on his face. "I am confident that none of us are the sort to be particularly posh. Simple rooms will be best, as we may need our limited funds for greater concerns. Mr. G isn't the only one used to sleep on hard surfaces. We should obtain our lodgings and strike while the trail is hot." He attempts to be dramatic by slamming his fist down into the other palm, but the entire presentation is inappropriate for the moment and falls flat.
The rumors are worth noting, even if they don't seem immediately relevant to Kreel's death. Ziggy will join in on the speculation over it, though. "Why do people always assume mystical reasons for things? If two companies are fighting over this rock, they might even be responsible for the crew. For all we know, they're responsible for Kreel's death if he learned something he shouldn't. But no use jumping to conclusions."
"Response: Comfort irrelevant. Legality of housing imperative. Cheaper option allows for more disposable income. We shall begin conducting investigations immediately."
G-607 is ready to start asking around. "Inquiry: Who will take lead in our initial investigations?"
"You mean I can stay in a room with a real bed?!" Yannick replies, thinking about his simple cot at the back room of the junkyard workshop. "I am happy to keep it simple and efficient. Hmm, we could access the Stations computers to see if there is anything in the news?"
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"Agreed. We have no time to waste." She smiles, taking out her pistol batteries and checking their charges. Thinking back to her time back on her home planet and largely unsuccessful investigations into her own family's fate, Maenala offers her voice. "If you'd like someone to open up discussions with anyone we come across, I'm your girl. There's something about our kind that makes people want to talk," she says with a glance at Yannick. "You should see the deal I was able to get on the latest Signal Major Drift engine back home. The ysoki merchant had a thing for classic rustbucket heaps, and even insisted on installing the engine himself for just a small donation. He kept calling me my dear, and would twitch erratically as he spoke. Weird little guy, but hey, he did some great work," she shrugs.
The PC's make their way to the Moons of Sleep and are able to secure two efficiency rooms for 32 credits a week. While there, you also have access to the community computer terminals in the lounge.
First off is to find out what you know about Duravor Kreel.
Next up is gathering information on the gangs.
Downside Kings.
Level 21 Crew
Finally, the information on the contesting research groups.
Astral Extractions-Culture or Profession Corporate Professional or Miner
intimidate and threaten those who stand in its way.
The Hardscrabble Collective-Culture or Profession Miner.
fleet of ships that orbit Absalom Station—as a central gathering place. Collective crews hire their ships out to a wide variety of business concerns, including Astral Extractions, which recently
employed the Collective ship Acreon to scout for new mining prospects in the Vast.
Collective is as tightly knit as many families, and members fiercely look after one another’s welfare.
"Plea: I do not suggest using aggressive tactics to corner gang members. We should keep a low profile."
G-607 helps the others find who they need when interviewing people. He turns into a street vendor, trying to rope people in to helping by guilt. He asks the same basic question to each of them. "Inquiry: Do you have any insight on [this subject]? Then we could use your help."