Castamir's Flaxseed Station

Game Master Chris Marsh

Dotting for GM purposes

A tall android with freakishly long arms strolls into the building. Fingertips strumming casually on his kneecaps as he approaches the large vesk. "Weapon check-in?" He enquired before starting to pull a sleu of weapons out of his own limbs and resting them on the security table. Going so far as to assemble the sniper rifle to prove it is complete.

The stranger then plucked the gemstone circling his head and stowed it where one of the pistols was drawn from before taking a seat and pulling out a datapad. "Here's hoping whomever's been leaking my mission reports shows up eventually"

A kasatha in simple clothes and headphones around his neck walks in. He has several weapons in holsters on his belt, all of which he checks in at the weapon check: two guns, two knives, and a baton. He looks a little short for a kasatha, just over 5 1/2' tall. He strolls over to the bar and orders a drink, relaxing in his chair. He sits near the half-elf, and when he starts hearing the music from her headphones, starts tapping his finger along with it. "Nice choice. I prefer more punk rock, but metal’s respectable.”
He notices the drone hovering over the ysoki's head, and looks at it curiously. "You build him yourself?" he asks. "Looks kinda cool."

Lvl 2 Operative open for recruitment.

Takes out earpiece. "What?" - she says loudly, as it happens when you just listened to loud music and hasn't yet changed to the "normal" sound system. "Punk rock is good, yeah. But not dark enough. All that everyday social realism, you know. I prefer the themes of life and death... and demons and devils and things more. And yet it is the music of war! You can fight without removing the headphones. Under punk rock I mostly want to get drunk and throw bottles at stewarts." - you see she has an obvious keen interest in the subject.

He shrugs. ”That’s fair. Metal is great in the middle of a fight, but if you have it too loud, you get caught off guard.” He picks up his drink and takes a swig. ”I like the social realism though, especially when I’m tired of the system. Which is often.”

”Understand you. I'm a bloody half-breed from Apostae. There such as I really do not like. And now I'm here, alive and free. I'm freaking ‘out of the system’, you know” - she smiles and jokingly salutes with a beer bottle.

Venture-Captain Arvin answered Major Tower-9 of the Stewards: "I am confident I can gather a Starfinder team on the spot, send them out immediately to Tabrid Minor, and conduct the review you want."

Minutes later, as per Arvin's request, Guidance broadcasts the following message to all Starfinders, their comm' units beeping: "Available Society members can report to Docking Bay 94 in order to carry out a diplomatic research mission."

Newcomers welcome. Probably playing in Tier 1-2

Receiving a message from Guidance, Arvin checks his comm' unit and then smiles at Major Tower-9: "Crew reported, team is complete!"

He sends a message out to the half a dozen Starfinders: "Thank you for volunteering:
• bigrin42
• kuey
• philipjcormier
• Blake's Tiger
• Pete H.
• Andreww
You may all report to Human Resources to make sure your insurance packages and such are up to date.
I will advise any alternates to step up in case one of the above does not pass his, her, or its physical.
Thank you all for your service!"

Recruitment closed.

Venture-Captain Arvin finishes giving his request to Guidance: "Remember, they must be careful with their Diplomatic Credentials".
Seconds later, Guidance broadcasts the following message to all Starfinders, their comm' units beeping: "Available Society members can report to Docking Bay 94 in order to carry out a diplomatic investigative mission."

Newcomers welcome. Probably playing in Tier 1-2

Receiving a message from Guidance, Arvin checks his comm' unit and then smiles: "Crew reported, team is complete!"

He sends a message out to the half a dozen Starfinders: "Thank you for volunteering:
• RePete
• Lysle
• kolhe004
• Art Burd
• bigboom
• dax thura
You may all report to Human Resources to make sure your insurance packages and such are up to date.
I will advise any alternates to step up in case one of the above does not pass his, her, or its physical.
Thank you all for your service!"

Recruitment closed.

Arnold had just docked
he unstrapped from the rust bucked seat of his junk starship he bought off of a junk trader.

He got out and walked onto the station and looked around. trying to find what docking bay he landed in.

After finding his landmark to head back to, he went out in search of some kind of drinking establishment.

Grabbing what he wanted, he headed back to his ship and left.

Guidance broadcasts the following message to all Starfinders, their comm' units beeping: "Available Society members can join their three comrades - Kei'jon ; Elwin the Technomancer ; Anxa - and report to Docking Bay 94 in order to carry out a diplomatic investigative mission."

Newcomers welcome. Possibly playing in Tier 3-4

Guidance announces: "Crew reported, team is complete!"

Recruitment closed.

A ysoki bedecked in bandoliers filled with tools exits a severely beaten up looking Eoxian ship. His fur is the shade of dirty and his ears show signs of a dangerous life, though with ysoki it is hard to tell what is accidentally self inflicted and what isn't.

"Whew! I'll tell you what!.." he exclaims as he undoes the environmental protections on his suit.

Now that his protections have been removed, a strange external spinal column running the length his back is visible and a pair of feathers wings unfurls. He flops onto his stomach and unceremoniously stretches every limb.

"Water!" he yells from the floor of Absalom Station, gate 38. "I've just had to make do on an Eoxian ship because they don't need water or something!"

A half-elf hops off a transport with some others
and starts wondering around.

Hearing the exclamation after a bit, He steps into gate 38

"my friend, you just came off a mission?" he asked
and then takes a look at his ship
"I could fix that up for you if you like" he offers the ysoki.

The ysoki raises his head at the half-elf and stares at him for a moment. A smile creeps onto his face, "Sure. Let's see what you got.". Right after this he rolls over and sits up staring clearly bemused at the half-elf.

He drops a small metal ball that rolls around the craft as he, himself, scrutinizes the craft.

He looks over at the ysoki
"dude, what kind of work have you been doing. 'cause I've seen ships in better.

he turns back to the ship and rubs a finger across it
"and, really, it's been a long time since I've seen one of these."
he looks at his finger "how long have you been flying this thing? it's got space dust like I've not seen in a long time. it needs to be cleaned as well as tuned and repaired." he says

The ysoki looks off to one side, seemingly thinking, for several moments before responding, "Well....it probably has been away from the Pact for a while....there was an armada...a bunch of planetary weapons...it was a whole thing..." He trails off for a while as a tear rolls down his cheek. And, almost as if nothing had happened, he hopped up to his feet with renewed energy. "Anywho! The ship's not actually mine. Kinda borrowed it from some people who weren't needing it anymore. They won't miss it. You a Starfinder?"

The man looks at him for a moment, seeming to catch the tear
"ya, just got done with the Commencement" he said

"you know,if you need some help fixing this thing up for your friends, I know a place that fixes all kinds" he says, winking, knowing that it takes all kinds, in a group or job.

The ysoki plods close to the half-elf and whispers, "In that case, you should walk away from this ship like I'm gonna, 'cause it belongs to the Corpse Fleet..." He then clears his throat and speaks a bit loudly, "The commencement you say...I remember mine. Come, I could use some more eyes on another fixer-upper I've been working on back at the Lorespire!"

He begins the trek, fairly quickly, from gate 38 and only stops for a moment when the gate is very out of sight. He stops turns toward the half-elf that he imagines is following him with an arm extended, "I'mma Starfinder too! Dr. Cupi! Right hand rat to Historia itself!"

"nice to meet ya, I'm Jeen, and I work for Ziggy" he says
"and I used to work with a Ysoki. everyone thought he was smuggling something, but no one did a thing about it. I think my employers at the time was taking a cut from it" he says following. he chuckles a bit at the memory of the one Ysoki.

Cupi chuckles as he turns around and starts heading to the Lorespire Complex once again, "Heh! I used to be accused of smuggling too. People count believe that I just fixed things with spare parts lying around. Short sighted people, really. Anyway, it got me a bad name from here to..." Cupi continues to tell his life story unless much effort is put in to get him to stop. He talks about being the 7th of 8 children. How he escaped Akiton on a Steward vessel by hacking himself into their brig when they weren't looking. How he ended up on Absalom Station because of the Stewards. How he met Chiskisk and joined the Starfinders. How he attended Qabarat University and got a medical degree from a hacking assignment that was definitely implied. As gate 38 is not at all near the Lorespire, it is indeed a long trip.

"wow. I'm just one of 5, youngest of the bunch. He says once Cupi was done "family owns a ship repair shop. when i got older I joined in with a trading fleet, you know, see the galaxy. had my share of problems." he says taking off his right arm to show what he meant.
and then he explains, how he came here on one trading trip and got hooked.

Paging Mobius Caslan and Fixit. Please report to the Nominated First Seeker at once. Your briefing will start in... less than a week.

And we still have one empty seat for a 3-6 tier character (playing low tier) who might want to go In Persuit of the Scoured Past as part of Outpost II