Outpost Starfinder Society The Commencement (Inactive)

Game Master Hayato Ken

"Well, if it is a computer or engineering problem, I should be able to assist," says Argon-42. She enters the elevator.

Once on E deck, she tries to figure out what is wrong.

Use whichever check is most relevant:
Computers: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Such chaos! Blibdoolpoolp projects admiringly. Amazing that she does such work with so many Selfs fragmented so broadly!

So many selfs fragmented? I wonder if they mean children?

"Her young appear quite interested in tools."

Looking to Lightfoot, he then asks "Is this why so many of your race become engineers? I've heard some of the best mechanics and engineers are Ysoki."

I'm ready to go to E-Deck.

"She seems busy! Would think that the head of the Wayfinders would have more help. Though-" he glances back to the ship's hull: "Perhaps they are all already swamped with work."

He follows along with the others towards the elevators to E-Deck.

As they go, he addresses Blibdoolpoolp: "You are a fascinating one! Many selfs, what does that mean, are you like a hive-mind, or many cooks in one kitchen?"

Delta-5 draws his rifle, checks that it's ready for action, and falls in line

ready

Oh no, I am a single Self. But Selfs are transitory, and many of my people merge together for different lengths of time as they mature. Our greatest leaders are made up of many Selfs; it is similar to how the Starfinder Society is made up of many agents, but your, err.. our Selfs have much more autonomy in the Society than my Self would if I were a part of Nunsliatkulviope.

Knows nods slowly to Blibdoolpoolp, a confused grin on his face: "I do not understand this. You can merge with other Selfs? What then happens to the you that is you? Is this a physical...merge?" He mimes squishing two objects together.

You can use the working lifts and maintenance tunnels to reach E-Deck.
The doors on E-Deck are closed and do not automatically open without power, but since the magnetic seals on the doors are also disabled due to the power loss, you can force your way through easily.

The Master of Stars is the largest starship in the Society’s arsenal.
Even before the events of the Scoured Stars, it was the pride of the fleet. Years of neglect required an extensive retrofit during the events of the Scoured Stars incident, inadvertently saving the flagship. The repairs are still ongoing, hampered by the lack of any senior Starfinders familiar with the ship’s myriad and esoteric systems.
E-Deck is a heavily underused section of the Master of Stars, consisting of various primary access corridors and adjoining chambers. Most side rooms are crew quarters or communal living spaces — far less important locations due to the recent shortage in personnel.
The Wayfinders recently started using some of these chambers to store nonthreatening alien objects.

The E-Deck is in total darkness when you arrive, making the first order of business to restore power to the lights and the cameras prior to entering the area. Computers or Engineering could get you further here.

I added a new map. The E-Deck is a lot larger than what you see on the map though. Please find the link above the gameplay thread and add your info as well as your token on the first site.

It is physical and more. My people are very... adaptable

Blibdoolpoolp's... eyes... have little trouble in piercing the darkness, so she is happy to examine the area for ways to produce illumination.

Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Confused by the absence of a helpful access to the power system, Blibdoolpoolp drifts back down from the top of the room, Where do your people keep control panels if not on the ceiling?

"Fascinating! I will question more when we are not busy with important Starfinder activity," he grins, realising the meaning behind his words. "This is our first assignment, we must exceed expectations!"

Knows glances over at Delta-5's readied rifle: "Ah, friend. You have an interesting - yet effective - troubleshooting method. Let us hope it does not come to that."

He squints out into the darkness beyond the lift. "Did anyone bring a ligh-AHA," he holds his palm up, engaging the Starfinder implant to cast a dim glow ahead of him.

Zeyram gets out a flashlight. He starts shining it around, until he finds the control panel. He has his arc pistol and survival knife ready in his other hands, leaving him only one hand free.

"I imagine one of you are much better with computers than I. If you want, I will try to help as best I can."

The E-Deck is in total darkness when you arrive, making the first order of business to restore power to the lights and the cameras prior to entering the area. Computers or Engineering could get you further here.

"When he said there was no power, he meant it. Fortunately, I can see a short ways even in darkness."

Argon gets to work.

See the preemptive rolls in my previous post.

"Her young appear quite interested in tools."Looking to Lightfoot, he then asks "Is this why so many of your race become engineers? I've heard some of the best mechanics and engineers are Ysoki."

“I suppose that that my kin, the ysoki, have traditionally recognized that technology was created to serve sentient beings, not the other way around. Yet, a master is always to treat servants with dignity and respect. Mutual dignity leads to mutual appreciation, which in turn leads to mutual benefit. Thus, I surmise, it is our acceptance of our responsibilities as users of technology as well as our understanding of the both boons and hazards that accompany it that makes my kin well-suited for the role of engineers.” Lightfoot postulates. He looks down at his gloved hands, then opens and closes them. ”I suppose, also, ” he considers, ” It doesn’t hurt that small hands allow for better handling of fine and delicate electronics.”

The discussion seems to provide Lightfoot with a sudden revelation, bringing a smile to the ysoki’s face. ”Though I had initially thought that Fitch had terminated her communication, it may be that the end of the transmission was brought about by another source—perhaps whatever it is that is plaguing E-Deck.” He looks over at the rifle slung over the shoulder of Delta-5. ”It is my hope that the problem may be addressed without the need for your expertise in marksmanship.” the ysoki says to the android.

Upon entering E-Deck and seeing Knows-No-Bounds engage his implant when faced with the deep darkness, Lightfoot does the same. "Knows, indeed!" Lightfoot says with admiration. "Your name seems well-chosen!"

As light shines forth from the implant within his hand, Lightfoot declares, ”Thanks to the Society, it is no longer merely my feet that bring forth light, but my hand as well. By the grace of the Dawnflower, it shall someday be my entire person that aids to illuminate the shadows and darkness of both this mortal realm and beyond!” Lightfoot nods in appreciation to the kasatha. ”As you so artfully stated, Good Zeyram, a single great light is composed of many photons. And, yet, a single photon is free to act as both a particle and a wave at the same time; it need not chose to be just one or the other. To that end, I, a servant of Sarenrae, am free to serve both god and Society—both the First Seeker and Wayfinder..”

The diminutive ysoki looks up at his barathu colleague. ”Friend Blibdoolpoolp, you seem to have a unique perspective as to what it means to pursue one’s own preferences while at the same time be part of something greater than oneself…” Lightfoot smiles before adding, ”Or should I say than just one Self?”

When he finishes speaking, Lightfoot notices that Argon-42 and Zeyram have already begun their efforts to restore the lights. ”Your forgiveness…” Lightfoot says to the others. ”I have been so occupied voicing my admiration of the complexities and insightfulness of my colleagues, that I have failed to put word into action.” A tinge of genuine regret may be heard in the ysoki’s voice. ”It is an oversight that I intend to remedy this very instant.” Lightfoot removes his gloves and gets to work locating the panel he believes is most likely to house the juncture for the power cables.

Engineering (Aid Another): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Sorry for the long post. Trying to make up for being out-of-pocket over the weekend and make sure that Lightfoot has acknowledged all of the other PCs.

Delta-5 shrugs nonchalantly at the remarks about how rifle. "We'll see." he says.

At E-deck, he pops open a panel and starts looking around.

engineering,aid: 10 + 6 + 2 = 18

”I suppose, also, ” he considers, ” It doesn’t hurt that small hands allow for better handling of fine and delicate electronics.”

"I always wonder how the other races manage with just two hands. Small may be nice for the fine tasks, but having four hands makes any number of tasks go much quicker!"

The discussion seems to provide Lightfoot with a sudden revelation, bringing a smile to the ysoki’s face. ”Though I had initially thought that Fitch had terminated her communication, it may be that the end of the transmission was brought about by another source—perhaps whatever it is that is plaguing E-Deck.” He looks over at the rifle slung over the shoulder of Delta-5. ”It is my hope that the problem may be addressed without the need for your expertise in marksmanship.” the ysoki says to the android.

"I was thinking maybe one of her children had pushed the wrong button."

I was thinking maybe one of her children had pushed the wrong button."

"You may well be right, Wise Zeyram." replies Lightfoot, looking over his shoulder with a smirk, while his small hands, all two of them, slip the final screw out of the panel cover. "Indeed, it sounded as though the pups had, in fact, pressed all of her buttons."

Delta-5 smirks into the panel at Rozzicheep's comment as he works.

"Pressing all the buttons? That too is my technique!" he watches the others set to work on the computer systems, giving them plenty of space to work. "Do your thing. Am not tech support: only morale support!"

The whole deck is dark as you arrive, but you are able to reroute some power, getting the lights and some surveillance cameras to work again.
Checking the camera feed, you notice there are two human kids hiding in a store room.
The room to the right on the map.

Young ones. No matter the species, they always seem the likeliest to split off on their own.

Blibdoolpoolp will float over towards that store room to greet the children.

Looking at the video feed, Zeyram asks “They appear to be trying to hide. Any idea who or what they are hiding from?”

He will follow along with the others.

Delta-5 follows along, rifle still handy. "My guess is that they're hiding from the thing that messed up the lights... Might be something dangerous."

Knows searches through his backpack as he follows behind: "Thought I had sweets in here. Young humans really like them!" He plunges his hand into the depths and emerges with a brightly-wrapped - and rather squashed - package.

Lightfoot puts back on his gloves and advances into the room towards the children in a non-threatening manner. double move - Lightfoot's token has been relocated on map.

Extending his hand, he calls out, "Be not afraid, young ones. My name is Rozzicheep Bernnshaw, but my friends call me "Lightfoot". My companions and I are Starfinders. We came to investigate the loss of lights on this deck, which thanks to the kindly intervention of my android colleagues, Argon-42 and Delta-5, have now been restored. They had some help from my multi-armed kasatha friends, Zeyram. As you can see, he is quite handy!

"You are safe with us." Lightfoot continues. "If you are in trouble, we will protect you and will make sure that no harm will come to you.."

"Should you have trouble finding your way to us, then just look up and follow my floating friend, Blibdoolpoolp. Should you require sustenance, my companion, Knows-No-Bounds, has born forth a delightful treat for you from among his personal cache of goodies." offers the ysoki.

Argon-42 follows Rozzicheep into the room. Having never been a child though, she does not know how to relate to the children. So she watches the rest of the room to see if she can spot what the children are hiding from. But she sees nothing out of the ordinary.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

GM: Are we entering from the area on the left?

Where's my post from yesterday? Yes you enter from the left where i set the extra area. It's a little walk to there though.

You find hhis storage room is in a somewhat haphazard state — as if a small, terrified alien had rushed through it. All the boxes and barrels in the chamber are empty.

You can hear the panicked sounds of the two children hiding behind some crates, but as you call out to them, they reluctantly show themselves.

The two children look at you with relieve and disbelief in their eyes:
Oh wow you found us! And you restored the power! We were trapped here when the power went out! Says the boy and the girl continues: [/b]I was really scared we would starve here and nobody would ever come again! So terrible. Can you please bring us back to our father? His name is Kieu Kein.[/b]

Looking around, Zeyram says "Certainly, we would be happy to reunite you with your father. Could you tell us what happened here first? Do you have any idea what caused the power outage?"

As he says this, he gets out his comm unit.

<knock.>

Knows crouches, to bring his height down to that of the human children: "Our many-armed friend is right: you are safe now. Do not worry. How long have you been here? Are you hungry?"

Sorry, didn't have any input, been waiting for more to happen.

Delta-5 shrugs. "I guess we could take them back to their dad, right?"

Zeyram checks for a Kieu Kein in the ship’s directory, in case there was an alert out for the two children.

"We shall endeavor to locate your father, young ones. Until we have done so, you shall be within our care, if you so desire." says Lightfoot.

Kieu Lan ansers:We've not been long here, i think, although it seemed like an horrible eternity with the lights out and the noise.
Kieu Si:We went out to bring some food. I'm not really hungry.
Kieu Lan:I'm hungry! Please, can you take us back to our dad? I don't want to stay here any longer. It's scary.

Zeyram finds the childrens father in the directory. He seems to be one of the ship engineers. With Kieu Kein’s wife missing in the Scoured Stars incident, he brings his children onto the ship during work hours and leaves them in a specially designated children’s area. There's no sign of them to be missing - yet. Can't be that long since they were gone.

Untrained Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

“I will contact him now.” Zeyram replies as he tries to connect with the father.

When the father answers, he explains the situation and offers to hand his communicator to the kids.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 4 + (1) = 12

"Come, little ones." Knows beckons them closer. He punctures the package with a clawed finger, and reaches inside to pull out a bright red sweet. "Not much nutrition, but they are fizzy inside!"

He glances around warily while waiting for them to approach. "What noise do you mean?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Despite having several children of her own, Blibdoolpoolp is clearly more used to figuring out when kids are lying when they're actually beaming thoughts into her head.

Hello children, my name is Blibdoolpoolp. Did either of you see anything that might have caused the power to go out?

Delta-5 shuffles his feet and stares blankly at the children. he has no idea what to do with kids

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Lightfoot looks at the children with pity. "Children, now that my skilled companion, Knows-No-Bounds has seen to your refreshment, I must say that I am most curious about your story. You say that you were bringing food, but when we found you, you had no food and were hungry. This would seem to beg the question of just to whom you were bringing food and where would said food be at present. Is there something more you wish to tell us?.". He holds out a small hand, perks his ears, and gives a smile in an effort to assure the children that he is no threat to them and that he cares about what they have to say.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Zeyram pauses what he is doing at the moment. Looking to the children, he adds "We aren't trying to get you in trouble. We just need to make sure everything is alright here."

Aid Diplo: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Argon, not much of a talker, looks around for evidence of tampering with the power system, or some kind of damage.

Looking for physical clues... going to roll both engineering and perception. Use whichever roll might apply.

engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Meh.

As he looks upon the frightened eyes of the children, Lightfoot is reminded of his own, now seemingly distant childhood. He softly ponders aloud, "Where has all the time gone?"

Awaiting results of skill checks. : )

The two kids seem to being to open up to Lightfoot and Zeyram. As they hear their fathers voice over the com unit, they're immediately a lot more open.

We came here to bring our little friend some food!
Yes our little friend. We found him here.
You gotta be careful over there, we reset the fire extinguisher to protect him.
He went a little crazy, maybe he was too hungry, and was all over the place when suddenly the lights went out. Then we hid here.

Argon-42 can easily spot all the little details of a small creature having rampaged the area. The traces lead to a room where you haven't been yet and the kids also point in the direction whan talking about the fire extinguisher.

Assuming you go over, i give you the description.

This area consists of two adjoining chambers. Four large containment capsules fill the fore room, three of which hold stasis-locked objects, including a tablet, a strange curved sword, and an odd spiral of bioluminescent coral. A crack leaks fluid from the fourth capsule, which displays a foot-wide breach near the bottom. The aft room contains several desks, each hosting a deactivated computer terminal.

The room is covered with a thick fog and you can only see about 5 feet. It's very hot and steamy.

Only when perusing the room:

"What sort of food did it want?"

He checks with the father, to find out how they want to handle the situation.

Once that is done, he goes over to look at the capsules.

Looking at the leaking capsule, Zeyram points to the fluids and asks the others "Any idea what that is? Is it dangerous?"

He then tries to figure out where the creature might have gone. He can't find any signs of it.

Survival, untrained: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Survival, untrained: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

Knows carefully hands the kids the packet of sweets: "Little friend, you say? Did this friend have teeth? Scales? Fur? Tentacles? Don't worry: will find this friend and make sure they are safe." He nods at any response they might have before standing and heading to investigate the other room.

He sniffs the fog. "Good aroma and warmth, but too moist. Much prefer dry air: is better for breathing. Maybe this friend likes the wet." He peers through the mist, trying to catch a glimpse of something, before shrugging and settling down in a squat to appear non-threatening once more. "Come out little friend. Have food for yooooou," he calls in a gravelly sing-song.

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

" Come, my fine companions, and let us locate the friend of our young charges!" shouts Lightfoot, but despite his confidence, he can find no trace of the creature.

Convinced that the children are being well cared for, as well as well nourished, by Knows-No-Bounds, Lightfoot peruses the room in search of the creature. Surmising that the creature must have found its way into the vents, the member of the Wayfinders attempts to follow the alienbto make contact with it.

Athletics with armor check penalty: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 2 = 15

The armored ysoki manages to make his way into one of the vents.

Zeyram watches as Rozzicheep climbs into the vents. The large Kasathan calls out "I can't follow you in there! The vents are far too small for me."

Considering he is over 6' tall, that would qualify as an understatement.