GM-BD’s ΘF DISTΔNT STΔRS & DEΔD SUNS - Δ STΔRFINDER ΔDVENTURE PΔTH (Inactive)

Game Master Black Dow

ΔDVENTURE, INCIDENT & INTRIGUE ΘN ΔBSΔLΘM STΔTIΘN! GΔNG-WΔRFΔRE, CΘRPΘRΔTE CΘNFLICT & ΔNCIENT THREΔTS CΘLLIDE IN THE DEPTHS ΘF PΔCT WΘRLD SPACE.. ΔND BEYΘND…

“The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.” ― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan

CURRENT MΔP: HΘSTILE WITNESSES!

SUNRISE MΔIDEN SCHEMΔTICS


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F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

Kris was not much for bowing to the car, but respectfully waited for the shirren to complete his movements before following Retsiji towards the doorway.


Ysoki

Kenta frowns at the lack of renewal of meat snacks as he shifts the gradually digesting blob of animal mass within his cheek pouches... a thin line of enriched dribble coaxed free from the corner of his mouth and making it's way through his fur.

He exits the taxi without pomp nor circumstance and instead addresses Kris "You see what's in pad thing now? Before we go in yes yes?"


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

Had mentioned above would take time to check if we have spot to do so, was dependant on available timeframe

”That is the plan, if we have time"


You all exit the robo-cab which departs to its next custom.

Around the forecourt of the towering base of the Starfinder Society, numerous station (and perhaps Society) denizens sit in breakout areas conducting business, meetings or merely in contemplation...

A nearby area beckons - with several single person pods and a couple of larger hexagonal couches also available.

No-one around seems to be paying your group any heed...

Side Story Continued..:

You have little time to wait before a grav-cab decends outside your sector-haus.

The faded logo reads: Robo-Taksio - We Get U There. The vehicle's neon instructional strapline details the following:

◄PLEASE CLIMB ABOARD. THE REQUIRED DELIVERY ADDRESS HAS ALREADY BEEN PROVIDED FROM YOUR BOOKING. PLEASE ENTER VEHICLE AND ONCE SEATED AND BELTED UP YOU WILL BE QUOTED THE NON-NEGOTIABLE FARE. DANKON.►


M Lashunta Korasha Solarian [Ace Pilot] 2; Init: +1, Perc: -1 Str: +3; Cha: +4; SP 21/21; HP 25/25; RP 2/5; EAC 13; KAC 15;

Side Story:

Paeon enters the grav-cab and patiently waits for his co-workers to join.


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

Touching Retsiji's elbow Kris nods towards the contemplation area to the side. "No one's watching us, come let's rest a moment and see what Kreel's had in mind for us, Ysoki's right better to know now."

Heading over she sits on one of the couches, legs pulled up cross-legged supporting the datapad and goes to work in ernest.

and I will pause a moment to transition to the laptop as well


Male Android Technomanbcer 3 , HP 19/19, SP 15/15. RP 5/5| Speed 30' | Init +3 | Perception +3 [Darkvision 60'] | EAC +17 KAC +17 CMAC +25 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +3| Technomancer 5

Side Story:

Noah 2.0 enters after Paeon and prepares his cred stick for payment.


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

With the datapad comfortably supported, Kris's fingers begin to fly. Occasionally her face blanks as she processes information on the screen, before continuing to peruse files at an ever increasing pace.

"Seems our benefactor has, err had, an agenda of his own. He was from the Dispora and while not surprising he was a miner and a champion of individual miner rights. His cousin was lost to a mining accident, during a safety violation by Astral Extractions, one of many he has charted to their account."

Continuing to read, Kris cocks her head to the side in a decidedly unnatural position. kn:culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 "Duravor was middling as for his income but a good part of what he made was used to house some some recruits in a sector-haus in the Drifter's End neighborhood near here. Perhaps they would know more of his plans.

He also donated money to the Hardscrabble Collective
kn:Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 I've heard of them before, one moment."
Kris stares into a space only she can see for the moment, dredging up the file she seeks


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Female Human Envoy 1 perc+4 init +5 ll EAC 12 l KAC 13 l CMAC 21 ll HP 10 l SP 7 l RP 4

Side Story:

As the other two exit and enter the grav-cab, Koro looks back at the now empty room. Her gaze come to rest on Duravor's favorite chair, and she smiles, remembering the many times the dwarf sat there alternately lecturing them or regaling them with tales of his exploits in the Diaspora.

Her smile grows more wistful as the moment and memories persist, then she turns her back on the past and runs to join the others, throwing herself down onto the well-used cushions of the seat next to Paeon.

She watches as the door to the apartment closes, then looks at Noah, "You asked me in there, whether I had purpose. Well, Noah, you'll find that sometimes purpose has a tendency to find you, whether you want it or not. "

Her deep thought of the day relayed, Koro sits back and watches Abasolom Station slide by...


+2/W +3 (+4 vs. fear effects)

Retsiji eyes the surroundings suspiciously, but follows the android over to one of the more private areas. He stays standing, looking around in a manner that no one not wanting to face a wrathful vesk would ever describe as nervous. Busy place...that robo-taxi's already got another set of customers. Then Kris' words penetrate. "So he sought revenge against Astral Extractions, for the death of family? That is hon--." He stops and tenses briefly before he can finish the word.


Male Android Technomanbcer 3 , HP 19/19, SP 15/15. RP 5/5| Speed 30' | Init +3 | Perception +3 [Darkvision 60'] | EAC +17 KAC +17 CMAC +25 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +3| Technomancer 5

Side Story:

Noah 2.0 cocks his head at an angle that indicates confusion. Why would one run from their purpose? It is comporting to me to think that my purpose will pursue me. Thank you for that thought.[/b]


M Lashunta Korasha Solarian [Ace Pilot] 2; Init: +1, Perc: -1 Str: +3; Cha: +4; SP 21/21; HP 25/25; RP 2/5; EAC 13; KAC 15;

Side Story:

Listening to the two weigh in on the thought of purpose Paeon stares starry eyed out the window of the grav-cab,

"I believe what the youth means is that we all have purpose whether we realize it or not..."

He thinks back to his life on his homeworld, the trials he was put through to be molded into a military icon.

"... purpose... is forced upon us at times."


As your group takes stock, Kris' fingers rapidly tap at the data_pad as she mines it for information...

Kris-7: Hardscrabble Collective_DataHarvest:

As you delve into Duravor's data_Files and cross reference against other sources you deftly establish the following information on the Hardscrabble Collective:

The Hardscrabble Collective is a clan of stubborn asteroid miners that operates primarily among the scattered planetoids of the Diaspora. It has no offices or base of operations, but the clan members usually view the Armada—the ever-changing 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's prospector tug - The Acreon to scout for new mining prospects in the Vast.

Further searches yield an insight into the Collective's nature and ethos, but sheds little on specific individuals:

The Collective seem to be a co-operative business enterprise - essentially a coalition of dozens of ships’ crews and small mining outfits who have banded together for mutual benefit and safety. While some of the Collective’s members are related, most of them are individuals from a dozen different races: humans, dwarves, androids, ysoki, and more. Nevertheless, the Hardscrabble Collective is as tightly knit as many families, and members fiercely look after one another’s welfare.

Some final entries in Kreel's data_journal reveals he had concerns about decisions made by the Collective regarding The Acreon:

Following the arrival of The Acreon and the potential of Astral Extractions’ laying claim to the vessel and the asteroid it recovered, the Collective contracted with an Absalom Station street gang called The Level21 Crew to protect its members and its interests on the station until the dispute can be resolved... Duravor detailed that he had reservations on provoking Astral Extractions until they had leverage, and was vehemently opposed to using criminal gangers as protection - preferring to solicit the Starfinder Society for aid and lobby station autocrats into action.

It seems his currying of favour with the Society involved bringing them recruits in the form of your company and 3 other named individuals: Noah 2.0, Paeon and Koro. Once enrolled as Starfinder's your collective group would have backing and legitimacy in taking on the mining corp and protecting The Hardscrabble's interests (with Duravor as a patron)


Side_Trek:

Inside the cab, your driver-drive acknowledges your destination and requests payment in its tinny voice;

"WELCOME ABOARD ROBO-TAKSIO. DESTINATION SELECTED: ABSALOM STATION MEDICAL SERVICES MORGUE. 2314 . ESTIMATED JOURNEY DURATION: 12.48 MINUTES. COSTINGS... 2 CREDITS PER PASSENGER. PLEASE INSERT CRED-STICK OR HARD CREDITS FOR PAYMENT PROCESSION PRIOR TO JOURNEY ENGAGEMENT. DANKON."

(presuming you pay... ;)

The vehicle rises and shunts into drive - surging across the station-scape... You note the normal complimentary bowl of Snaks has been exhausted.

I'll not labour the journey, but I will extend the opportunity for a little more rp betwixt you all if wanted? If not I'll shift you quickly to the morgue...


@All: Just a reminder that all the ΔBSΔLΘM_STΔTIΘN_NEWS24 DATA_BULLETINS are on the Campaign Info tab. These will be a continued presence throughout the game and everyone would have seen these flash up on devices, holovision units, big screens and personal data_pads...


Male Android Technomanbcer 3 , HP 19/19, SP 15/15. RP 5/5| Speed 30' | Init +3 | Perception +3 [Darkvision 60'] | EAC +17 KAC +17 CMAC +25 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +3| Technomancer 5

Side_Trek:

As Noah 2.0 prepares to enter his cred-stick he pauses and asks I wonder if I should count as a passenger or cargo. I suppose I am a passenger, but what if I had not been activated? He inserts the stick, obviously his mind elsewhere. Would the body of our benefactor count as a passenger?


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F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

Kris sums up the info she has as she sifts through the information about the Hardscrabble Collective. Please read spoiler above

Looking around at the others she nods to Retsiji.

"Seems our benefactor had a reason to bring us in, we should meet his contact and see what our options are from here. But apparently if the Level21 Crew were protecting him they did a damn poor job of it. We should find them, their contract is breeched. And we have a meeting with the Neon Kings that is long overdue."


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+2/W +3 (+4 vs. fear effects)

"But Kreel had reservations about using the Crew...what if they took revenge on him for that, if he brought the rest of the Collective around to his position and the Collective broke their contract?"


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

"Only one way to determine that and staying here is not the best option" Kris says turning the data pad with an alert currently scrolling across the screen.


M Lashunta Korasha Solarian [Ace Pilot] 2; Init: +1, Perc: -1 Str: +3; Cha: +4; SP 21/21; HP 25/25; RP 2/5; EAC 13; KAC 15;

Side Story:

Paeon watches the cities landscape speed by his vision as he listens to the existential android's internal struggle,

His calm low voice spreads across the mind of the 'cabs passengers,

"If you were merely a construct you likely would not be able to hear me speak in your mind Noah, The androids have broken free of their slavery to others and you are inhabited by a soul. The question should not be what you are but rather WHO you are."


+2/W +3 (+4 vs. fear effects)

"It sounds like he meant to introduce us to the Starfinders, along with these other three. We are at Starfinder headquarters. Where do you think we should go instead?"


M Shirren Mystic [Pilot-Sensate] 3 ll Blindsense perc+10 ll EAC 14 l KAC 15 l CMAC 23 ll HP 24/24 l SP 21/21 l RP 3/4 I Spells: 4/4 l Ammo: 20

Ed has been craning his head around looking for a snack bar or something. He tilts his ovoid head back to his companions trying to catch up on this new talk of collectives and crews. We're here anyway. We should at least make introductions with the Starfinders and let them know of Duravor's fate. Then we can try and find out what the Crew knows.


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

"By here, I meant in public here in these seats. We came to the Lorespire to meet the Starfinders, it wouldn't be logical to leave without doing so."

Kris stands back to her feet and placing the datapad back in her pack she heads towards the entrance/public information kiosk.


NINJA'D BY THE OPERATIVE [POETICALLY]

At the far end of the foyer area you currently congregate in you spy a reception area bearing the Starfinder's symbol...

Side_Trek:

Your conversation is interspersed with the cab giving tinny voiced updates on your journey's ETA. The automaton offers little else unless prompted or questioned.


M Lashunta Korasha Solarian [Ace Pilot] 2; Init: +1, Perc: -1 Str: +3; Cha: +4; SP 21/21; HP 25/25; RP 2/5; EAC 13; KAC 15;

Paeon has said what he needs to say in the cab, good to progress if the others are content


Side_Trek:

Ok I’m handwaving the rest of the journey. We’ll pick things up at the Absalom Station Joint Security & Medical HQ. You’ve been processed and your weaponry has been appropriated (will be returned to you upon exit).

You are directed to a small stark waiting chamber decorated in the blue and white of the Pharasman faith.

As you all contemplate the process to come, two men enter - a tall elf and pasty human both dressed in drab overalls bearing the spiralling comet sigil of the Lady of Graves.

The human speaks first, gesturing toward the elf as he does;

”We welcome you as death welcomes us all. We are your assigned morticians. He is Teal.”

Teal

The elf intercedes in an equally monotone voice;

He is Sallow. You are here to administer final stages of death and bequeathment protocols for Deceased # D/106_D.K-97B yes?”

Sallow

The human, Sallow quickly adds;

”Deceased # D/106_D.K-97B. Duravor Kreel. Dwarf. Middle-Aged Male. Yes?”

They morticians pause motionless, waiting likely for a response or affirmation…


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Female Human Envoy 1 perc+4 init +5 ll EAC 12 l KAC 13 l CMAC 21 ll HP 10 l SP 7 l RP 4

Side Trek:

Koro doesn't say anything on the journey, continuing to blankly stare out the window, lost in her own thoughts.

She hestiates a bit before surrendering her pistol and knife, but finally relents and waits with the other two.

When Teal and Sallow make their appearance, Koro frowns , "So, in the end were just a number..." she demands, perhaps a little too sharply. Her frown deepens , then she give her head little shake, "Yes, Duravor Kreel. Dwarf. Middle-Aged Male." she says , unconsiously imitating Sallow's monotone.


Side_Trek:

Both morticians eye Koro, then the pasty human - Sallow answers;

"Not just a number. A sacred code of the next world. We will all be granted such when we journey to the blessed Boneyard..."

Before the elven moritian, Teal, takes up the exposition;

"D/106_D.K-97B is Duravor Kreel's."


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

Spotting the reception desk, Kris hastens towards it.

"We seek one called Chiskisk with the Starfinders, we have sad information about Starfinder Kreel"


Upon hearing you ask for Chiskisk and mention Duravor’s name, the human receptionist nods and points you all toward a small meeting room;

”Of course... If you would please wait in there while I contact Councillor Chiskisk and hopefully arrange a face-to-face promptly. “

She smiles and waves over one of the many Functionary Droids that seem to operate throughout the Society’s corridors.

DC12 Culture:

You recall that the Scoured Stars Incident of last year was rumoured to have involved the disappearance of nearly 80% of the assets and agents of the Starfinder Society within an unreachable region of space known as the “Scoured Stars”.
Since then there has been a push for recruitment and a lean-on automated servitors (often older, cheaper models) to fill mundane gaps within the organisation as a “stop-gap” until fresh personnel can swell the ranks.

The automaton plods over then leads you to the ante-room. Within 5 minutes the droid returns;

”I AM TO INFORM YOU THAT COUNCILLOR CHISKISK IS AVAILABLE TO SEE YOU. PLEASE FOLLOW ME.”

As the robot leads you deeper into the building it matter-of-factly states:

”YOUR PERSONAL WEAPONRY HAS BEEN NOTED. I MUST MAKE YOU AWARE THAT ALL THE 44 FUNCTIONARY DROIDS OPERATING WITHIN THE BUILDING HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO UTILISE LETHAL FORCE SHOULD ANY OF THE STARFINDERS OR THEIR PROPERTY BE DAMAGED. THANK YOU.”

The functionary then stops and beckons you enter an open door bearing the simple name-plate: Chiskisk


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M Lashunta Korasha Solarian [Ace Pilot] 2; Init: +1, Perc: -1 Str: +3; Cha: +4; SP 21/21; HP 25/25; RP 2/5; EAC 13; KAC 15;

Side Trek:

Paeon watches the two quizzically as they introduce themselves. His dark eyes dart to Koro as she mocks them,

Paeon speaks to Koro,

"In life you are Koro Tass, let no one forget it."

The Lashunta turns his gaze towards the two somber morticians his stellar mote's orbit extended just beyond their personal space before retracting back to Paeon,

"Death's Servants Teal and Sallow. As she says we are here to identify and invoke the body and death protocols of Duravor Kreel as well as assume his personal affects upon his expiration. We assume ownership over his belongings from this point forward."

Not sure if we would actually have gotton his belongings, but Paeon is trying to sneak anything valuable out

Bluff or Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12


+2/W +3 (+4 vs. fear effects)

The vesk pulls in and ducks his head as he passes through the door, to avoid inadvertent property damage, then steps to the side to allow the others to enter. "Councilor. I am Retsiji."


M Shirren Mystic [Pilot-Sensate] 3 ll Blindsense perc+10 ll EAC 14 l KAC 15 l CMAC 23 ll HP 24/24 l SP 21/21 l RP 3/4 I Spells: 4/4 l Ammo: 20

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Ed follows the droid thoughtfully. I would guess that there are more droids than Starfinders here now. I have read that up to eighty percent of the Starfinders disappeared in the "Scoured Stars Incident". No wonder Duravor believed that we would have no problem being invited to join the Society. They must be very keen to refill their ranks.


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Ysoki

Kenta bares his teeth at the metal man, but follows warily in it's wake.


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Kris was aware the many of the Starfinders had been lost in the "Scoured Stars Incident". "It is the only logical short term solution, perhaps even long term."

After gaining entrance to the Councillor's chambers Kris simply says, "I am Kris, designation seven. As was told the front desk, we have news about Starfinder Duravor Kreel"


Male Android Technomanbcer 3 , HP 19/19, SP 15/15. RP 5/5| Speed 30' | Init +3 | Perception +3 [Darkvision 60'] | EAC +17 KAC +17 CMAC +25 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +3| Technomancer 5

Side Trek:

Noah 2.0 is thinking about Paeon's words when the two morticians introduce themselves. He cares little for their words but commits Duravor Kreel's number to memory before asking I wonder who is assigned D/106_D.K-97A?


Inside you find a somewhat cluttered but clean office, and seated behind a polished and unadorned plastic desk: the eponymous Chiskisk

The shirren Starfinder Councillor wears understated business clothes and is nervously flexing their antennae from side to side — a shirren expression of perplexity.

As your group enter, Chiskisk communicates telepathically to you all;

{Please enter. You are all most welcome here. We are Chiskisk. Please sit and help yourself to refreshments should you have the need...}

The shirren gestures toward an array of pod seating before his desk, then the filtered water dispenser and packs of processed-protein wafers at the far end of the office.

{You wished to meet with us yes? Our receptionist mentioned you bore sad news about Duravor? Is he not with you?}

Chiskisk's antenna again flexes and shifts as he looks beyond your group for the dwarven Starfinder...


Side_Trek:

Both morticians nod in unison at Paeon's words and acceptance of duty. If they note the flicker of the Solarian's power the pair hide it well.

Sallow continues with the RIProtocols;

"The deceased's posthumous instructions have been enacted. We will elucidate these at the close of our business here today..."

The human mortician gestures toward the wall where numerous bays bearing Pharasmic coding sit.

At this point his elven companion continues the explanation:

"The First Step we require for the dead is a formal identification. The Second, we incinerate their sacred remains. The Third is the passing of the ash to a designated keeper - one identified by the dead in their protocols. The Final Step is the aforementioned bequeathment of earthly goods, bonds and wishes."

Sallow then adds;

"Do you have any questions before we continue?"

He looks toward Noah;

"Apologies. Your question on the sacred coding. Who was D/106_D.K-97A? Teal can you access the datacombs please."

The tall elf nods, then stoically stands as his visor flickers with HUData, before imparting his findings in monotone:

"D/106_D.K-97A: A Vesk female named Dula Kron. She journeyed to the blessed Boneyard last year. Was she known to you?"


M Shirren Mystic [Pilot-Sensate] 3 ll Blindsense perc+10 ll EAC 14 l KAC 15 l CMAC 23 ll HP 24/24 l SP 21/21 l RP 3/4 I Spells: 4/4 l Ammo: 20

Ed pauses in admiring the Councilor's headdress and tilts his head. If he were with us, we wouldn't be bringing sad news. Duravor is dead. Sadly, he was shot at Dock 94 during a gang fight between the Downside Kings and Level21 Crew.


Male Android Technomanbcer 3 , HP 19/19, SP 15/15. RP 5/5| Speed 30' | Init +3 | Perception +3 [Darkvision 60'] | EAC +17 KAC +17 CMAC +25 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +3| Technomancer 5

Side_Trek::

It only seemed logical that the two numbers, D/106_D.K-97A and D/106_D.K-97B would imply some relationship. No, I do not know Dula Kron. I do wonder if Duravor Kreel knew her.


M Lashunta Korasha Solarian [Ace Pilot] 2; Init: +1, Perc: -1 Str: +3; Cha: +4; SP 21/21; HP 25/25; RP 2/5; EAC 13; KAC 15;

Side Story:

Paeon allows time for the Android's curiosity to be satiated before answering the duos request in his usual calm telepathic manner,

"I am ready.."

He glances to the previously emotional Koro before continuing,

"I am ready to identify the remains and proceed with RIProtocols for Duravor. Please lead the way, Gatekeepers."


F Android Operative [Outlaw] 2 | 16/16 HP 14/14 SP 5/5 RP | Speed 30' | Init +5 | Perception +6 [Darkvision 60'] | Stealth +12 | Acrobatics +12 | SOH +11 EAC +15 KAC +16 CMAC +24 | Fort +1 Ref +7 Will +3 | Trick Attack Damage 1d4 |
Other Skills:
Piloting +10, Computers/Culture/Engineering/Medicine +8

"Councillor, your fellow shirren is correct, Duravor is dead. It is unclear as to which gang member fired the fatal shot. Do you know why they would have attacked him? Other civilians were attacked but only as apparent attacks of opportunity, he was shot during the initial volley."


+2/W +3 (+4 vs. fear effects)

As Kris repeats Ed's news about the death of the dwarf before adding her questions, Retsiji thinks back to the start of the fight...trying to place Duravor Kreel relative to the warring gangs, and guess at how likely it was that a stray shot (even from such incompetents as they were) would have struck down the dwarf.


M Shirren Mystic [Pilot-Sensate] 3 ll Blindsense perc+10 ll EAC 14 l KAC 15 l CMAC 23 ll HP 24/24 l SP 21/21 l RP 3/4 I Spells: 4/4 l Ammo: 20

Ed nods at Kris' speculation. I thought it was an unfortunate accident until one of the Downside Kings showed a particular interest in Duravor's datapad. I have a feeling that our benefactor's death may not have been so accidental.


Chiskisk shifts uncomfortably in their chair as the news and circumstances of Duravor’s death are relayed by the group;

{This is indeed sad news… We are sorry that we cannot welcome you to Absalom Station under better circumstances. We assure you that such lawless attacks are not a daily occurrence here, though we realise this will likely be of little comfort to you all…}

The shirren Councillor’s antenna droop as their tone becomes more reverent and sad;

{We are pleased that none of you were seriously injured, but we do grieve for Duravor’s soul. He was a valued member of the Society, whose strong will and sense of justice were exemplars to us all. Most of all he was a friend to us… May the Lady of Graves be kind in her judgement of his soul.}

Chiskisk momentarily bows their head, then looks up compound eyes glittering;

{What puzzles me in the circumstances of his death is the reason. Why did this happen?}

The shirren taps at some of the icons on the data-desk, quickly processing the information called up;

{The incident report released by AB-SEC corroborates your eyewitness accounts that there were two indigenous criminal gangs involved in the attack: the Downside Kings and the Level21 Crew. Gang warfare is not uncommon upon the station, but it is typically confined to more lawless sectors such as The Spike… It is most rare for street gangs to brazenly battle in public areas like the docks…}

DC10 Culture:

The Spike: The hundreds of levels extending below Absalom Station’s radial plane — often collectively referred to as “Downside” — are simultaneously its most crucial and least appreciated. Here, sandwiched between other heavy industry in the station’s gritty underbelly, the vast machines in charge of life support and defences chug away, some only partially understood by the engineers who maintain them. The poorest and most disparate of Absalom Station’s citizenry live here.

The councillor’s antennae once again flex and flicker back and forth;

{Most perplexing. We cannot help but agree that all might be as it seems. There must be a reason why these two gangs converged at Docking Bay 94 at that time… at the time of your arrival, knowing Duravor and your collective would be present. Coincidence? Were you all just innocent bystanders in a gang crossfire, or as you seem to think, might Duravor or even yourselves been the targets? If so… Why?}

Chiskisk taps the desk with a chitinous digit as they mull the possibilities, then nods to themselves before continuing;

{Our understanding from communications with Duravor was that some of your number might be interested in becoming Starfinders, or at least working with the Society? Since Duravor saw merit in your collective skill sets, and you were all witnesses to the attack, We would like you to investigate the incident on behalf of the Society. Find out exactly what happened and why. If indeed it proves to be a simple case of wrong place at the wrong time – which we fear that station security will rule it, then so be it. However if Duravor was murdered, then we seek justice for our friend… In doing this you will be doing a great service to the Society, one that will give credit to your pockets and of course merit should you seek to earn the titles of Starfinders. Will you do this for us? For Duravor?}


SideWays:

As Teal nods in acknowledgement of Paeon’s wish to proceed, Sallow takes a moment to clarify to the logic driven Noah:

”The sacred coding is assigned to the departed by name, time of death and other factors beyond the ken of the uninitiated. While I cannot speak for the passed on their relationships while alive, I can confirm that in death their codex relationship was merely their status of deceased."

When he finishes, the taller elf mortician approaches the bay bearing Duravor’s coding and emits a sharp cough upon its breath sensor.

The bay doors open and a long slab bearing a shrouded body gently glides forth.

Teal nods before uttering;

”D/106_D.K-97B. Duravor Kreel. Male Dwarf. 149 years of age at time of demise. Cause of death: Fatal laser trauma to neck.”

As he speaks the elf opens the shroud to reveal the pale corpse of Duravor. His corpse wears a peaceful expression, with eyes closed as if in sleep.

Sallow continues with the protocols as you all digest the scene;

”For archives of the dead can one of you formally identify the deceased.”

Presuming you do…

Teal announces ”The First Protocol is now complete. The Second will involve incinerating his mortal remains. If you wish some time with the dead before we proceed we can afford you this.”


+2/W +3 (+4 vs. fear effects)

Untrained Culture check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

The vesk clears his throat quietly, a deep subsonic rumble. "Does station security want any of us?" He shrugs. "I shouldn't have gotten so involved, but a fight is a fight."


Male Android Technomanbcer 3 , HP 19/19, SP 15/15. RP 5/5| Speed 30' | Init +3 | Perception +3 [Darkvision 60'] | EAC +17 KAC +17 CMAC +25 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +3| Technomancer 5

Side Story:

In an unusual show of emotion Noah 2.0 reaches out and grasps the dwarf's hand, holding it tightly. Goodby my foster father. I will be lost for a time without your guidance. He looks up and adds For me that will suffice.


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M Lashunta Korasha Solarian [Ace Pilot] 2; Init: +1, Perc: -1 Str: +3; Cha: +4; SP 21/21; HP 25/25; RP 2/5; EAC 13; KAC 15;

Side Story:

As the body is uncovered and Noah says his farewells, Paeon begins to take his upper body armor and shirt off. Paeon's torso is beyond flawless, his dark skin beautifully adorned with the Constellations of long forgotten, or undocumented galaxies.

Paeon begins his species' ritual of death for lost family, his stellar mote lodges itself in his chest. Paeon reaches two fingers out and places them on Duravor's forehead and places his other two fingers on his own forehead.

As per his species custom one final telepathic link is forced and as a result Paeon's voice is broadcast to the members of the room, tears streaming down his face,

"Mulole imfa ikhale ndi kuwala konse komwe moyo sukanatha kugawana nawo"

As Paeon's parting words are spoken in his native tongue the light fades from his stellar mote and in unison the constellations forged into his body illuminate a bright glow. As his fingers leave Duravor's forehead a small glowing constellation remains. Paeon leans in to inspect the mark left,

"Remarkable..."

Paeon then wipes his face and begins to redress.

"I am ready to proceed with cremation."

Translation Castrovelian:
May death hold all the light which life could not muster to share


M Shirren Mystic [Pilot-Sensate] 3 ll Blindsense perc+10 ll EAC 14 l KAC 15 l CMAC 23 ll HP 24/24 l SP 21/21 l RP 3/4 I Spells: 4/4 l Ammo: 20

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"The Spike", Ed ponders through his companions minds. It's like the axis of Absalom Station descending for hundreds of levels below it pointing into space. The "Downside" of the Downside Kings and I imagine level 21 spawned the Level21 crew? I read about it.

I saw on the News Bulletin that AB-SEC was looking for witnesses to the incident on Dock 92. I don't know, Retsiji. Should we tell them what happened?

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