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Posted to Databoards:Services Available
Record 4586-BX86745-A
OFFER: Designation "The Analog Affair-12" (myself) seeks compensated work within Pact Worlds legally mandated limitations. Services provided include personnel retrieval, conflict resolution, legally sanctioned violence, exploration, security details and other miscellaneous activities. Similar limitations apply to all compensated activities in Near Space. Activities in the Vast: limitations negotiable. Contact me on this databoard for job negotiation discussions.
NOTE: prior iteration of this chassis, Designation: Nothing to Worry About-11, performed mercenary and security roles within Pact Worlds criminal/corporate organizations (see Golden League:Koridatsu; see Apostae:Drow:Brevik). Jobs associated with these organizations will be rejected.
QUALIFICATIONS: Male-identified synthetic lifeform (type:bipedal android chassis 347856H768*hh45100-2) optimized for violence; specialist in conflict resolution and strategically applied force. Experience Level 3 (scale of 1-20). Successful terminations: [censored]. Successful extraplanar banishments: [censored]. Expert in ranged combat. Favored weaponry: dual tactical pistols; squad machine gun; baton for non-termination retrievals.
Thank you for your interest. <insert smiley face emoji here to allay bio-bias/requirement for emotional surety>
This information crossposted to the following subthreads:
. subthread Services:Personnel Retrieval
. subthread Services:Exploration
. subthread Services:Conflict Resolution
. subthread Services:Legally Sanctioned Violence
. subthread Services:Security Detail
. subthread Services:Other

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Fresh of a vacation after an intense mission, Castamir waits until closing time to update the board. He looks around at the cantina. Even though he's only been in business a few years, nearly two hundred agents have turned this place into their regular watering hole.
As is his habit, he walks over to the bulletin board. Sure, he could put it out on the 'sphere, but there's something real about an old school bulletin board:
AGENTS WANTED
Dwarven miners of Ulrikka Clanholdings have unearthed a complex belonging to their erstwhile duergar kin on an asteroid in the Diaspora, they're asking us to investigate. As the duergar have very few remaining outposts or ruins left within the Pact Worlds system, investigating the asteroid complex is a rare opportunity to learn about ancient dwarven history. However, the duergar were masters of trap-forging and the creation of harmful machinery that they regularly employed in the defense of their homes.
Agents of Pay Grade I through IV, apply HERE.

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Buckshot Bob, we're up and running. Check in HERE

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"Hey, hey, everybody, its bonko time!" the strange, small man said excitedly. He's greasy and sweaty, wearing what looks to be a faded orange jumpsuit, with sad clown make up and wild and untamed hair. He is Bonko the Clown, Aucturn's most well-known children's birthday entertainer.
dotting to save this to my campaigns

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"Well Hello everyone!! Who needs a checkup?" He walks in, his hands going through his little syringes, loading a couple of them into his rifle as he looks around through his glasses, "Dr. Apati Avros is open for business!"

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A rather large bipedal bear wearing a long lab-coat, pockets also bearing multi-colored vials, with numerous cybernetic implants poking out from his fur comes by, giving his fellow doctor a respectful nod and a smile.
"Doctor."

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He stands up on his back legs, about the same height as the other doctor, nodding to his fellow medical professional, "Doctor."

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An excited-looking android with a lab coat walks in, smiles, and says, "Doctor. Doctor."

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But I have already set up shop! Don't mind me, just giving out shots to all 7* willing targets for the next 24 hours!

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Castamir takes a seat at his own bar. Contrary to popular belief, the station does close. He takes the time to pour himself a whiskey. It's a smooth drink, distilled by an ancient family, the Blanton's.
Once it's done he washes the glass and heads over to the ancient style bulletin board.
Agents needed for a simple currier job. Definitely no danger. Definitely no complications. Green agents welcome. Report to Venture-Captain Arvin's office.
Sign HERE

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Conrad punches in some names and sends coordinates to a team of agents:
Sethran
Doublegold
Ilmakis
Pelican
Joker 27
Please check in HERE.

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"Alright Starfinders, if anyone's looking for a pilot make sure to give me a ping! The Flying Tasthari's are back from our latest op and I just got our newest acquisition, a sweet little number from Castrovel, kitted out with all the appropriate transponders. You provide the ship to get us to a planet, and I can handle the rest of your transportation needs."
With the latest AR update I've added a Tactical Dropship and a Drop Pod to Trace's garage. Level 9 Operative looking to fly the friendly and not-so-friendly skies and orbital paths :P

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A tall man with a calm demeanor walks into the bar, looking around at the patrons with a warm smile on his face. Sitting down, he orders a whiskey, which he enjoys for a few minutes. He then walks up to the bulletin board and posts a notice:
LOOKING FOR ASSIGNMENT
Member of the Starfinder Society looking for new assignment.
Competencies: Diplomacy, Combat assistance, others as needed.
Zahvos Corvus
Level 1 Envoy looking for a fast-paced game, or can roll up a new character if needed!

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A stout looking vesk with a tiny red cape bursts into the bar.
"I AM LUROMICRONPERSAI, TERTIARY SUBCOMMANDER OF VESK-8. According to my data pad some of you larval houseflys seem to think your Starfinder training is at a close and see formal acceptance as field agents. Check your name on the list and imprint your thumb scan here to finalize your paperwork so you may be sent your commencement assignments

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A human man with features that looks like there was aasimar somewhere in his background looks over.
Nope ... Can't be me ... I've been an agent for a while now, friend ...... as well as a good ol fashion country doctor
He paused. Besides, done my commencement already

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Stepping into Castamir's Bar, a broad-shouldered and well-built Ko'rasha Lashunta takes a moment to look around at those gathered, smiling at the fresh faces. Moving over to the Requests Holo-Board they shake their head as they fight with the computer to take their details.
Why can't the Vaunted First Seeker do this herself? I'm a busy man! they think to themselves before finally getting the green light.
"Well All, do I have a treat for you! The First Seeker, Luwazi Elsebo is throwing a Shindig and some of you lucky lot are invited to rub elbows with some fine folk! Pay grades I-IV only, don't want to be the centre of attention!
With that they indicate the Mission Notice and make their exit.
Running a game of 1-05 First Mandate - start as soon as we have a full group or after Paizocon if that suits^^

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Walks into the bar, her feet never touching the ground as she steps forward in her heeled boots, looking around for some other treasure seekers, "Well, what have we here. Any treasure seekers out there that might want to come along with me to find Rasheen's treasure! I wouldn't mind some company, and as long as there are more funds flowing through Absolom Station, I think Boss Radaszam will be happy!"
Looking for a group to do both parts of Rasheen, preferably through VTT.

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A human girl in her early twenties with bright red hair comes aboard the station after a Starfinder shuttle drops off her team from their last mission. Her flightsuit is unzipped to her waist with the arms tied there like a makeshift belt below her crop top. The suit, top, and her whole upper body are covered in little smudge marks here and there like she just got done working on an engine. She has her comm unit in one hand and is almost absentmindedly scrolling through the infosphere on it.
"Simon," she whispers to the AI in her comm unit "play program Inara."
Strawberry Machine Cake music starts playing on her wireless headphones as she wanders about checking the duty roster boards.
Just dotting in here finally so I can maybe hop into some more pbp games!

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A gnoll in stationwear strides in. He takes a bite of the purple carrot in his hand and, even as he chews boredly, looks at a screen strapped to his arm.
"Let's see here...Eclipse-22, Shallowspeaker Benacu, Gava, Aluradux Hass, Max Deverell, and...uh...Floquet Zukhet, it's time to get going, please take your Last Bites and report to your transport.
He pauses long enough to see if anyone moves, gives them a nod then wanders out again, finishing his carrot and typing on his arm computer.

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Ky tentatively steps inside, the lighting dim and crowd sparse. He glances about anticipating side-long glances aimed his way. Too much time among the raffle of the void, he muses, pray Besmara fills their cups with energizing brew.
Stepping up to the bar he declines to order, still taking stock of the place when he notices a brightly colored roster board along the far wall. He moves in for a closer look. And what do we have here?
Lvl 1 Mystic new to Starfinder (and Paizo) looking for game, willing to play any concept needed, can multi-post daily (more variable on weekends &/or occasional work travel)

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A compact human in brightly-colored lashunta tempweave armor strides in and almost immediately gets a comm. He scans the message, grins, and waves a goodbye to the assembled Starfinders. "Later, hey?"

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An absolute beefcake in battered forest-green Golemforged plate backs into the bar, hands raised, as he argues with someone out in the hall. "Look, Dom, I already told you. The season's wrapped, it's all post from here. I'm taking some jobs to kill time. You can't stop me." A vidcorder drone buzzes past his ear to swerve around and get a new angle on the conversation. Someone--a woman, by the voice--says something in a low, angry mutter, which Roddy cuts off by crossing his arms. "Yeah, I don't think so. I specifically stipulated in my contract I could do side work. You want 'bonus content'? Get it from someone else. I got work to do."
Roddy storms into the bar, the vidcorder drone zips back into the hallway and vanishes from sight around the corner, following whoever it was he'd been talking to. He plops down into a seat and orders an Akitonian Sunrise, though he mostly stirs the red-gold drink with his straw instead of actually sipping at it. His face looks distant, troubled.

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A halfling dressed like a socialite with big bushy hair, hoop earrings and a red scarf. She moves up to the electronic job posting boards, Pulling out a data stick she gives a small sigh and plugs it in. After a moment a new posting pops up on the screen.
THE STARFINDER ARMY* IS LOOKING FOR 2 NEW RECRUITS!
Are you a Starfinder Member with some expericence under your belt? Are you currently between missions? Do you have combat training? We need you!
Space Admiral** J'Shun Kay is looking for two more members to fill out his current squad of elite Kommandos! Apply at this address!
The halfling then takes a moment to edit the image adding a few foot notes.
* Actual membership in the Starfinder Army is not necessary... I'm not entirely sure if the organization even exists to be perfectly honest.
**Please note, he is extremely delusional about this.
We're a group of level 4-5 characters continuing on to play 3-11 Into the Veskarium. It's a repeatable quest series. We had a player decide to not continue on. We would prefer some level 4-6 players so we can play up, but are willing to accept anyone in level range.

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Beep. Beep. goes half a dozen wrist-coms among the crowd in Castamir's saloon.
Those not lucky enough to get the summons try to peer over shoulders to see what mission the lucky few may have been assigned. One helpful person casts the message up onto a big screen.
"Repair mission for damage drift beacons. Meet in my office ASAP. Naiaj."
Recruiting for for 04-03 Battle for the Beacon. This is a 5-8 scenario. I'd prefer to generally keep the table within one tier if I can, but I'll not leave a seat empty. Jump into the discussion thread linked below if you are interested.
The lucky few report to Naiaj's office.
Beep. Beep. go the wrist coms again.
"Why are you not here yet? I'll be issuing you an Azata to fly in..."
Gunnz looks on in disgust.
"Why won't they pick me to fly the new ship? I'm the best there is."

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Ugh, something weird happened with my discussion thread. Please use this one instead.

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A comm unit behind the counter buzzes and for a couple of seconds emits the sound of a shrieking crowd over the latest Strawberry Machine Cake hit. The barkeep bangs it into silence.

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A comm unit behind the counter buzzes and for a couple of seconds emits the sound of a shrieking crowd over the latest Strawberry Machine Cake hit. The barkeep bangs it into silence.
"Bloody hell! I'm so tired of this song! Can't someone sync something decent, like the latest Nanocyte Maiden‽" Castamir returns to work.

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This place looks pretty quiet. When will we some some action around here?

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A compactly-built human at the bar points to a door labeled "Recruitment."

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Chuckling, a stout dwarf sauntered his way into the bar. Dressed in undergarments meant to make wearing mining gear comfortable and sporting a curiously old coin dispenser belt full of gold, the caramel bearded fellow walks in while in a video call, holding a datapad out on his chest.
"Listen Chiggerbite, you were the wiseguy who used your 'heirloom' to call my bluff. It's not my fault you lost it." he testified saucily. As he took his time sitting down at a table and getting situated in a corner booth, a grin tore across his face as the other side of the video call proceeded to curse and yell. The dwarf shook his head and giggled before breaking his rant. "I don't know why you're getting so worked up about them anyway. The banks said they were worthless, they couldn't exchange them!" More screaming was the only response.
"Look, whatever you thought they were worth, you could easily make back by finding some good old scrap or something and work your restoring magic." the dwarf bargained. When all he got was more hot air, he stopped listening and readied his thumb to end the call. "Always a pleasure chatting with you, buddy~" he concluded before cutting him off. Leaning back in his seat, he sighs and slips out a gold coin from his belt and begins flipping it.
New to starfinder looking to learn & adventure! Can build whatever y'all need if this guy doesn't do it.

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"Welcome, new Starfinder! We've got a convention going on right now, but hopefully someone will open up a new mission soon!"
I'll try to get one of the VOs to help you find a new table soon. Welcome to Castamirs!

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Welcome! Are you new to just Starfinder or PbP in general? We are currently in the middle of our Spring PbP Convention but there should still be some games popping up here and there.
Keep an eye out in the recruitment thread and we will see about finding you a game.
@GM's- The next game that posts please reserve a seat for Gold Gus.
In the meantime please take a look at some of our guides and let us know if you have any questions getting characters set up or figuring out how to format anything.

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I'm new to this whole shindig. The game, the forums, pbp, everything honestly. I appreciate all the kind guidance though~!

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@Gold Gus: You get bonus points for your entertaining RP. Welcome!

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A halfling with rainbow coloured hair drops in briefly.
Hey! Has anyone seen Gunnz lately? Just wanted to let her know that, if we're on a mission together, name's Rani by the way, it's her turn to fly - especially if it's an Azata

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A damaya lashunta, wearing a short sleeved black collared jacket over a white blouse and a black pleated skirt, and followed by a glowing orange orb floating beside her head, opens the door with a dramatic flourish. She twirls into the room, her skirt billowing with her movement, before posing with both arms outstretched and cheerfully exclaiming:
"Goooooood evening, everybody! I am Alika Sadani, actress by day and solarian acolyte... also by day!!" She puts a hand to her cheek and laughs at her own joke.
She saunters over a to a chair and reclines in it as she pulls up a digital menu and orders a course of appetizers.
"So, what are we up for today? A mission? A planning sesh? Just hanging out and chewing the fat?"
I took the Icon theme for Alika so there's a chance your characters have heard of her

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"Did I hear my name?" asks the "SMC #1 Fan" t-shirt wearing girl.
Then the rest of the message sinks in "An Azata..." she sighs. "The only thing going them them is that they are not a Drake."
Still, the thought of getting out and flying anything seems to perk her up.
Sorry, been really busy the last few weeks.

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The halfling with the rainbow hair and the Cirque d'Absalom T-shirt wanders over to Gunnz.
Yeah ... I was just saying, if we're on a mission together again, it's your turn to pilot ... especially if it's an Azata. Besides, I'm curious on what you can do
Rani also has the icon theme, being a circus acrobat and escape artist
She then waves in the direction of Alika.
Hey .. come join us ... just chewing the fat at the moment. Actress huh? I'm in the process of making my first movie.

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"Movie? Based on a book, or written as a movie."

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"We seem to be on similar paths," a lashunta man says to Alika as he joins the group. A sparkling ball of sunlight floats between his antennae.
"Azara Thenason. Warrior poet. Solarian knight. I've been thinking about investigating having one of my epic poems converted into a holovid."

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<Squee>
"I love the Perils of Paula!" squeaks Gunnz.
"All those fancy costumes. Though how they get to move in that regalia..." She shakes her head.
"Honestly, I think we'd all be better off without clothes most of the time." she adds, totally unselfconsciously. "It's not like Absalom station gets cold."

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Well ... it's been modernised a bit Rani replies. I think it's more of an excuse to show off my escaping from peril skills
She looks slightly taken aback at Gunnz last comment. Erm .... think I'd prefer to wear a swimsuit at least

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"Your first movie, huh? Oooooo, how exciting!
And a Perils of Paula remake at that... man, that one's a classic, I dunno how they're ever going to live up to the original."
Alika turns to Gunnz. [b]"Oh, those outfits are just extraordinary! I saw one in a museum a few months ago and I nearly cried from the sheer emotions."
She deftly ignores the nudity comment.
[b]"We seem to be on similar paths," a lashunta man says to Alika as he joins the group. A sparkling ball of sunlight floats between his antennae.
"Azara Thenason. Warrior poet. Solarian knight. I've been thinking about investigating having one of my epic poems converted into a holovid."
Alika's expression lights up. "Oh wow! I guess birds of a feather really do flock together!!"
She clasps her hands together excitedly.
"And if you do ever get your poems turned into a vid, I'd LOVE to see it!" A wistful air sets over her. "I remember one of my first big roles was in an indie vid based on that old old poem The Lay of Arden and Lysena. I loved bringing to life something from Pre-Gap culture, and the poem itself was so beautifully composed... I still find myself reading it from time to time."
I'm assuming the poem is Pre-Gap... it was written in the 4400s AR AFAIK and I think the Gap starts in the 4700s?

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Well, I'm really hoping I'm doing the original justice, but this Paula, so far, hasn't needed rescuing, getting out of the perils in my, errrr, her ... own style. It's actually been quite fun .. and a heck of a lot different from what I've been doing on stage.

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"Hmmm, yeah, the original could've stood to give her more agency. Goes to show you that not even the classics are perfect, I guess." she says with a shrug. "Although I do appreciate how resilient she was-- and even in the original she had her moments of quick thinking and ingenuity. So I suppose it makes sense to have the new Paula get herself out of peril more often!
Anywho, it's always nice to meet a fellow performer--" she motions to Rani's shirt "even if our backgrounds are quite different."