Gameday XI - Starfinder Society Scenario #5-05: Boom-Block Gambit (Author's Table)(Tier 7-8) (Inactive)

Game Master Lysle

Your comm unit indicates an incoming message from First Seeker Ehu Hadif. It suggest you should start heading toward the Adamantine Bastille.

A ysoki in a dark cloak finishes feeding a group of animals, puts away the remaining food and heads toward the Adamantine Bastille.

A well dressed gentleman joins you Hello guys.

Upon meeting everyone, Arratoi grins widely and says, "Hello everyone!! My name is Arratoi! I'm a writer and I find inspiration working various missions for the Starfinders and travelling the stars. Someday, I'll write the quintessential space novel that will be read across the entire galaxy!!

"Now I know that some may struggle to pronounce my name, but that's okay. It's pronounced ARA-TOI. But honestly, if you cannot say it, just call me 'A Rat'! I know you were thinking it! So now you can say it without fear of causing me any offense!

"Oh and by the way, I have quite a few dwarven novelist colleagues who've taught me how to throw insults like a dwarf. It's quite an art! And I daresay.... addictive! So if I say things such as, 'Why won't that incompetent harpy-faced decrepit fuzzpot stoplight turn green already?!?!' then please don't take offense. I just get carried away now and then!

"Pleased to meet you all and I'm looking forward to this opportunity to..."

Arratoi looks around at the surroundings within the Adamantine Bastille, "...well, to recapture some hardened criminal fugitives who broke out of jail, perhaps?"

"Oh and by the way, I have quite a few dwarven novelist colleagues who've taught me how to throw insults like a dwarf. It's quite an art! And I daresay.... addictive! So if I say things such as, 'Why won't that incompetent harpy-faced decrepit fuzzpot stoplight turn green already?!?!' then please don't take offense. I just get carried away now and then!"

Can see ya got quite the earthbound tongue on ya. a slightly gargled voice says as a dwarf turns the corner and joins you marching down the stretch of hall. With a variety of rifles and guns strapped to his back, he looks amused by the ratfolk's words though another dwarf in glasses following closely behind appears more aghast...and out of breath.

No worries on that though - heard harsher language than that, and rather be hit with an insult than a slug anyway. The dwarfsizes up Arratoi and the others, his left eye whiring as the cybernetic implant within it takes measurements. Darin. And this here's Kharl - useless when the shots ring out but he ain't bad with the flesh and mind stuff. Though if they're calling all hands to prison, imagine it'll be more of the former than the latter.

An early stage barathu floats languidly toward the rest of the Starfinders. He broadcasts telepathically so everyone can hear his voice in their minds, "Subduing a prison break, with extreme force. Yeah, that's a job for me and Zangeif."

If any of the team have ever watched the gladiatorial matches broadcasted from the fighting pits of Akiton they would recognize Mr. Bison. Normally seated on top of his combat drone, Zangief the Red Cyclone, Bison is the reigning intercontinental champion in the mounted combat division of the most lucrative fighting promotion on Akiton.

At long last, the First Seeker's message come through:

Greetings Starfinders,

In my capacity as First Seeker, I’m among those overseeing the closure of the Adamantine Bastille prison. This closure is a necessary and positive change for the Society and the fruit of the collective action of many Starfinder agents.

We’re currently in the process of transferring our remaining prisoners to Steward custody, which is time consuming as prisoners are being transferred one-by-one. The last of the remaining prisoners are set to be transferred today. You’re being assigned to patrol the cellblock during this process.

This task requires capable and conscientious Starfinders able to provide both protection and, as always, assurance that the prisoners are treated with the dignity and respect due all sentient beings. Please meet me outside the entrance to the Adamantine Bastille in thirty minutes.

With my trust,

First Seeker Ehu Hadif

Handout is now on Slides.

Has anyone played Starfinder Society Scenario #2-14: Data Purge with this PC?

Each PC may attempt a Computers or Culture check to recall knowledge or a Diplomacy check to gather information to possibly know more about the Adamantine Bastille, its defenses, and its history.

At the entrance to the Adamantine Bastille, Steward agents and Starfinder agents alike hustle in and out of the pair of massive doors opening to the sally port that leads into the prison. First Speaker Ehu Hadif waits outside the doors. Nearby, Ixthia the Unbreakable, the copaxi leader of the Exo-Guardians, speaks with one of the Steward officers.

Upon spying you, Ehu waves one of his many hands and motions for you to approach him.

Pictures of Ehu and Ixthia now on Slides.

Computers to recall knowledge: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25

I will have to digest the spoiler and post later.

culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 Really, we have to deal with Datch, man this is terrible.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 19 + (6) + 1 = 34

Arratoi shares all that he knows about the Adamantine Bastille. (Please go ahead and view spoilers)

"Personally, it always struck me as odd that the Starfinders maintained this facility. Although I can understand its usefulness at times, I think decommissioning the prison is the right thing to do. Law enforcement and imprisonment is best left to the Stewards, I believe!"

Datch? Darin's head jolts up as the ysoki's mentioned. I shot her down. Who in the Hells rezzed her?

If any of his allies look aghast at this - his hireling Kharl certainly does - the dwarf adds Rat'd just tried to usurp a whole clergy and blow up a station full of agents. Do it again. Buuuut we ain't in the thick of it now. Dunno who brought that worm back but ain't gonna slag her while she's in cuffs and not in her own controlled death sphere. much as it'd be better off for everyone...

Seeing The Frist seeker and Ziggy's replacement in the distance the dwarf moves to join them. Frankly can't believe the Stewards let us build this site in the first place. he agrees with Arratoi as they move.

Datch is definitely a problem, but law enforcement is really not good business for the Starfinders.

He moves along to join the group.

Maxamas looks at Darin curiously Shot her down, really, Datch is alive. You probably forgot to check for a pulse, she was probably near death or appeared to be dead. Did your character play a scenario with Datch in it and did she die when you played that scenario?

Mr. Bison, sits comfortably on top of the riding saddle on his hulking combat drone Zangief's back. His voice fills everyone's heads as he communicates telepathically.

"Datch, I heard a lot about that ysoki. If she needs another beat down you can count on me and Zangief to give her one. OH YEAH!

Hmmph, maybe the dwarf admits. We were a bit preoccupied right after.

Did your character play a scenario with Datch in it and did she die when you played that scenario?

A vanguard, who seems to be in a quantum state between a halfling and a lashunta, rushes into the room. "Sorry I'm late. My shuttle back from Tombworld - yeah, it wasn't much fun - just landed. We were scheduled in time for this, but with the Drift the way it is, you know..."

He quickly gets up to speed on the mission at hand. "Well, if you need someone to keep prisoners in line, I'm your guy. Thought I remember seeing Datch taken into custody after that. Probably had contingencies. Torch-bearer for AbadarCorp has all sorts of resources.

"Anyway, I'm ready to head in when you are."

Sorry, game this character was in was supposed to end a week ago. I am still not sure if I will be Velloro or Kneepuncher when the GM makes me lock in a character.

It looks like Kneepuncher will have a chronicle sheet tomorrow, so I will move us along and I suspect you will be ready to go in time to respond.

"I’m pleased to see you here,” declares the First Seeker. “Transfers are going as planned, but one can never be too cautious. These walls hold some very dangerous, bold, and capable beings—many of whom are currently held in B-block, where I need you to patrol. While the prisoners remain within Starfinder care, the Society is responsible for their safety and security.”

Ehu extends a hand holding a datapad. “A-Block is fully cleared. You’ll find approximately three dozen prisoners remain in the Bastille. Over half of those remain in B-block, which you will be patrolling. Information regarding the prisoners can be found on this datapad."

"Several cells in B-block have been emptied, but not all. Of course, during an activity as sensitive as prisoner transfers, one should keep a vigilant eye on all areas within the cellblock.”

“We’ve seen to it the surveillance equipment, protective wards, and security measures in the Adamantine Bastille have been checked and re checked prior to your arrival,” adds Ixthia.

“All are in optimum working order. The prior patrol reported no incidents. Nevertheless, given the nature of the remaining prisoners, we thought it wise to maintain patrols by our most capable agents throughout the transfer process.”

They hold out a key card. Image now on Slides.

“This opens each of the cells in B-block, should you need access at some point while conducting your patrol. You’re responsible for monitoring the prisoners in B-block. You need not concern yourself with the process of transferring the prisoners over to the Stewards. Another agent, Jewel Whitforge, is handling the more bureaucratic tasks, such as reviewing transfer orders, tracking the accompanying documentation, and showing Steward agents to the appropriate cell numbers upon arrival. Though I expect her duties to keep her occupied during your patrol, she knows the Adamantine Bastille better than most agents and is a useful resource should any issues arise.”

Any questions?

"Don't expect me to treat the prisoners with any type of respect if they act up," Mr. Bison says telepathically.

He looks over the list of prisoners on the datapad. "You got some real winners on this list. Vehicular planetcide, I've never heard of that one before."

Darin lets out a whistle as he too scans the prisoner list. This is B-block? The Hells we kept in C? The Devourer?

The dwarf also looks over the block schematics, then raises an eye towards Ixthia. These 'waste portal's: that a fancy term or literal magic portal? One-way I'd assume, but that could be a security problem if someone's able to hack the spell to widen or re-route it.

"I think they mean it in the more mundane sense. It's just the head."

He looks over the list of prisoners on the datapad. "You got some real winners on this list. Vehicular planetcide, I've never heard of that one before."

"I believe Garvis Marst flew a stolen starship into a planet at a high velocity while attempting to avoid capture," recalls Ixthia. "The criminal narrowly escaped, but the spacecraft collided with the planet. Debris from the resulting explosion was thrown into the atmosphere, severely altering the planet's climate, and leading to a mass extinction extinction event."

Darin lets out a whistle as he too scans the prisoner list. This is B-block? The Hells we kept in C? The Devourer?

"The prisoners remaining within the Adamantine Bastille are the ones the Society has deemed to be a significant threat due to the violence of the crimes of which they have been found guilty," Ehu replies. "These prisoners await transfer to the care of the Stewards, where they’ll remain incarcerated."

The dwarf also looks over the block schematics, then raises an eye towards Ixthia. These 'waste portal's: that a fancy term or literal magic portal? One-way I'd assume, but that could be a security problem if someone's able to hack the spell to widen or re-route it.

"The diverse make-up of Society members and staff can make for some interesting translations at times, but the description is accurate," notes Ixthia. "The 'waste portals' in the cells do not contain any magical properties. If they did, there would be a risk that their capabilities could be limited or dampened as standard, anti-magic wards are utilized within some of the individual's cells as well as particularly sensitive areas of the prison."

Maxamas agrees with Mr. Bison and just nods yes.

Makes sense Darin nods to Ixthia's explanation.

So we're the security? Got it. This Whitforge'll bring the Stewards in, we make sure nothing goes off until they're in the Station's custody. Fun.

"Sounds pretty straightforward... Patrol a cell block of mass-murders and hardened criminals while they're being transferred en masse out of their current super-secure location, providing the ideal opportunity for an en masse jail break attempt. Nope, I don't see ANY risks there at all!" quips Arratoi with a mischievous grin.

The vanguard resolves into a green-haired halfling wearing a large suit of powered armor with thrusters. He uses his prosthetic right arm to adjust the position of a large shield, then leans back and smiles at Ixthia.

"Call me Kneepuncher," he says casually to anyone who accepts his invitation. "Seems straightforward enough. If anyone misbehaves, I'll be sure to get them back in line."

He then appears to be distracted for a moment, and whispers to no one in particular, "If they misbehave. I said what I meant."

At the briefing’s end, Ehu pauses for a moment, then says, "I would like you each to seriously consider what you’d like to see the Bastille become once it’s closed and remodeled."

"Now, if you will excuse us, Ixthia and I have other duties to attend to." The First Seeker and the leader of the Exo-Guardians depart to make their way towards an arriving Steward vehicle, allowing you to set about on the mission ahead.

You enter the Adamantine Bastille and travel deep into its interior where a single entrance allows access to B-block.

This room has a series of computer terminals used for processing transfer documents and unlocking the cellblock doors. Monitors cover the walls, providing live feeds of the cellblock alleys, the sally port, and the entrances to the other cellblocks.

Only one terminal is currently in use, mostly obscured by several stacks of old-fashioned bound paper books piled upon it, and occupied by a bookish, dwarven woman. She turns her chair to stand, knocking over piles of books in the process.

“Greetings! I’m Jewel Whitforge,” says the dwarven woman by way of introduction. She flashes a chipper smile before bending down to start picking books up off the floor.
A picture of Jewel now on Slides.

“Once I get these books taken care of, I’ll buzz you through the security door into B-block.”

“Sorry about the mess,” she continues. “Staffing has been reduced as the Adamantine Bastille undergoes decommission and the number of prisoners is reduced. Still, Royo insisted the remaining prisoners be provided these books as long as they remained here. They may be old-fashioned, but Royo says they open opportunities for learning and entertainment without the risks that come with giving inmates access to the infosphere."

"To be honest, I think Royo just sends the books down here to make room for more books on his library shelves. If he has his way, this cellblock and all the others will be converted into full-on library wings!”

Shortly thereafter, you are buzzed through the entrance and free to begin your patrol of the block.

Map of C-Block now on Slides.

What would you like to do, Starfinders?

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"You, ah, got a plan for this patrol? Are we roaming the corridors, stationing ourselves at intersections, something like that? And what do we need to know about the remaining prisoners?"

Culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Nimh will stop to chat with Jewel before moving through the door.

Greetings Jewel, I am Nimh. From what I've heard, it not like you to get behind on something as mundane as putting away books. Is everything OK?

He will also glance at the books to see if there is anything out of the ordinary as he helps pick them up from the floor.

Perception, looking for oddities in the books: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"You, ah, got a plan for this patrol? Are we roaming the corridors, stationing ourselves at intersections, something like that? And what do we need to know about the remaining prisoners?"

"My understanding is that you were to be briefed by the First Seeker. If he didn't give you specific instructions, then I would assume that you can use whatever method you wish to patrol the area."

"If you are asking me for the best method to use to patrol the area? I would suggest moving as a single unit and checking on individual cells. Maybe start with the interior, then circle the perimeter," Jewel suggests. "But, I don't want to contradict anything that the First Seeker may have told you. I've got enough to handle as it is." She punctuates her statement by dropping the last of the dropped books back on the console.

"That being said, I think it important to have a presence on the floor, so to speak. The surveillance systems are still working, so I can keep an eye on things from here, but the prisoners in B-block are among the most dangerous so have boots on the ground is important for security purposes. The First Seeker clearly agrees, which is why he sent you, I believe."

Nimh will stop to chat with Jewel before moving through the door.

Greetings Jewel, I am Nimh. From what I've heard, it not like you to get behind on something as mundane as putting away books. Is everything OK?

He will also glance at the books to see if there is anything out of the ordinary as he helps pick them up from the floor.

"Nice to meet you, Nimh. And you flatter me," Jewel says with a smile and a slight blush. "I do my best to keep atop of things, but there has been quite the flurry of activity over the past few weeks with all of the changes and transfers going on. Still, if that old ysoki, Royo, wants these prisoners to learn a few things during their final days here, then I am going to do whatever I can to help him. And if it can make a difference in the lives of some of these inmates, all the better, don't you think?"

There is quite a variety among the books. Most are non-fiction selections, such as Hamfler's Guide to Castrovel, Beginner's Manual to Starship Repair, and Anatomy of Grays, but a few poetry books and classical works of fiction are also seen. Nothing strikes Nimh as being particularly odd or out-of-place.

"You, ah, got a plan for this patrol? Are we roaming the corridors, stationing ourselves at intersections, something like that? And what do we need to know about the remaining prisoners?"

"My understanding is that you were to be briefed by the First Seeker. If he didn't give you specific instructions, then I would assume that you can use whatever method you wish to patrol the area."

"If you are asking me for the best method to use to patrol the area? I would suggest moving as a single unit and checking on individual cells. Generally, I consider it to be a bad idea for Starfinders to split the party."

"Maybe start with the interior, then circle the perimeter," Jewel suggests. "But, I don't want to contradict anything that the First Seeker may have told you. I've got enough to handle as it is." She punctuates her statement by dropping the last of the dropped books back on the console.

"That being said, I think it important to have a presence on the floor, so to speak. The surveillance systems are still working, so I can keep an eye on things from here," she continues while pointing to an active monitor. "But the prisoners in B-block are among the most dangerous so having boots on the ground is important for security purposes. The First Seeker clearly agrees, which is why he sent you, I believe."

Nimh will stop to chat with Jewel before moving through the door.

Greetings Jewel, I am Nimh. From what I've heard, it not like you to get behind on something as mundane as putting away books. Is everything OK?

He will also glance at the books to see if there is anything out of the ordinary as he helps pick them up from the floor.

"Nice to meet you, Nimh. And you flatter me," Jewel says with a smile and a slight blush. "I do my best to keep atop of things, but there has been quite the flurry of activity over the past few weeks with all of the changes and transfers going on. Still, if that old ysoki, Royo, wants these prisoners to learn a few things during their final days here, then I am going to do whatever I can to help him. And if it can make a difference in the lives of some of these inmates, all the better, don't you think?"

There is quite a variety among the books. Most are non-fiction selections, such as Hamfler's Guide to Castrovel, A Beginner's Manual to Starship Repair, and Grays' Anatomy, the cover of which depicts a short being with long, willowy limbs and a bulbous head with oversized black eyes.

There are also a few poetry books and classical works of fiction are also seen. Nothing strikes Nimh as being particularly odd or out-of-place.

What would you like to do next, Starfinders?

Culture: 1d20 + 15 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 15 + (4) + 1 = 21

"Agent Whitforge! We've never met but I've heard many good things about you! Happy to be working with you on this project! Hopefully everything will go smooth as silk but should anything go awry on your end, do please contact us right away! And of course we'll do the same if something goes sideways on our end."

Turning to the rest of the team, "So! Shall we split up so that the inmates can take us down one-by-one when they attempt their escape?? HAHA! Just kidding! I believe safety in numbers, for sure.

"How about we proceed south from the main entrance, come back up north via the interior, then back south again on the far side?"

I've drawn an arrow on the map to illustrate Arratoi's proposed patrol route.

Mr. Bison, simply nods his head in approval and proceeds to order Zangief to carry him along the route, Arratoi described. He slides a massive great axe from its carrier on his back and Zangief deploys its cryopike from transportation mode to combat mode as the duo enter cell block B.

"How about we proceed south from the main entrance, come back up north via the interior, then back south again on the far side?"

Sounds good to me. Darin says, checking his Pulsecaster to make sure the nonlethal rifle's fully charged.

Whitforge, we know when the next set of Stewards are scheduled to come by?

The route sounds as good as any to me. Agent Whitforge, are there any upcoming events coming up, or recent odd occurrences we should be aware of?

Nimh checks his equipment before they depart.

This reminds me of my other job as a Zookeeper, although it probably shouldn't.

"Works for me. Just be ready to duck - I can punch over one of you..." the halfling says gleefully "...but want to make sure it's only misbehaving prisoners I hit."

Whitforge, we know when the next set of Stewards are scheduled to come by?

Roughly every 30 minutes, a Steward officer is scheduled to enter the cellblock to take a prisoner into custody and ready them for transport." notes Whitforge. "The latest passed through about five minutes ago, shortly before you arrived."

To keep us moving...

Although the cells in B-block vary in size and accommodations depending on the biology of the individuals formerly or presently housed within them, each shares the same common features. A single, transparent wall composed of transparent aluminum faces the alley. A single metal bed tray, sink, and waste portal are bolted to the interior, adamantine-coated walls. A small desk and chair are bolted to the floor. The interior ceilings are 20 feet high, but the exterior extends to the cellblock ceiling, which is 25 feet high.

The alleys and cells all have normal light.

Following the planned patrol route, the party passes first by a cell containing a witchwyrd, then another containing a white-furred ysoki.

“Hello, Starfinders!" calls Datch.
Her picture now on Slides.

"I’m tickled red that you’ve decided to stop by for a house-warming visit. Do you like what I’ve done with the place? It could use a fresh coat of paint and some curtains, but otherwise I think it looks rather cozy, don’t you?” The white ysoki beams with a wide grin as she gestures from the transparent walls of her cell to the steel desk in front of her. “For those I haven’t met, I’m Datch, and I’m known for more than just my eye for fine décor. Sure, the Society and I may have had our differences in the past, but I’m willing to let bygones be bygones.”

Do you wish to engage with the ysoki or continue with the patrol?

Datch, you will excuse us if we skeptical of your attempts at reconciliation. After all, you did a lot of damage to the Society, and a lot of people will never forgive you for that.

Nihm will linger near Datch's cell, but not let the rest of the group get too far ahead.

"I’m tickled red that you’ve decided to stop by for a house-warming visit. Do you like what I’ve done with the place? It could use a fresh coat of paint and some curtains, but otherwise I think it looks rather cozy, don’t you?” The white ysoki beams with a wide grin as she gestures from the transparent walls of her cell to the steel desk in front of her. “For those I haven’t met, I’m Datch, and I’m known for more than just my eye for fine décor. Sure, the Society and I may have had our differences in the past, but I’m willing to let bygones be bygones.”

Generous of you to compromise after your plan went to $&%*^ and your already in a cell. Darin barks back at the rat, not really slowing down much for a repartee. Sure your new cell on the station'll be just as nice as this one. Can't imagine AbadarCorp's forgotten about you yet.

Telepathically, "Datch, seems like you're enjoying your stay here in the Adamantine Bastille. No hard feelings of course, I was under orders to put you away. It was just a job."

I played 3-00: The Last Bite with Mr. Bison.

Speaking to the rest of the party, "I don't really have anything to say to Datch. Don't really know him to be honest..."

Seeing the negative reaction from his fellow teammates, Arratoi decides it best to not interact with Datch and moves along with the patrol.

Datch, you will excuse us if we skeptical of your attempts at reconciliation. After all, you did a lot of damage to the Society, and a lot of people will never forgive you for that.

"But, you're not 'other people', are you Starfinder?" Datch inquires.

Sure your new cell on the station'll be just as nice as this one. Can't imagine AbadarCorp's forgotten about you yet.

"Oh, what have you heard? Has some Starfinder made a play for my old position as Archdirector of Security? And speaking of security, I don't think I've seen you folks patrolling here before."

The party is free to continue its patrol. Any prisoners in particular, you'd like to check on or do you simply wish to continue with the patrol until you close the loop?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"This one talks too much, let's continue our patrol."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

And you won't again. Darin says. The dwarf begins walking off, calling back. But keep fishin' if you want. Doesn't matter anymore - just like you.

As they patrol, Darin will keep an eye to confirm that the right individuals seem to be in the right cells - based on the prisoner list we got. And that there aren't any extra empty cells beyond what we were told to expect.

He'd linger a bit at cell 404 (never seen a lucandrian before) and 302 (and perhaps ask how a dwarf could be so reckless and ambivalent about how important keeping tech functioning properly is to living...well everywhere in the galaxy).

And that there aren't any extra empty cells beyond what we were told to expect.

He'd linger a bit at cell 404 (never seen a lucandrian before) and 302 (and perhaps ask how a dwarf could be so reckless and ambivalent about how important keeping tech functioning properly is to living...well everywhere in the galaxy).

Darin finds that the information provided is up-to-date as he does not spy any extra empty cells.

Interesting that you noted those two prisoners as I just happen to have created some art for each as part of them for a pending Starfinder Infinite project that I currently have on a back burner. Pictures of each are now up on Slides.

If asked about his hatred towards tech, Durgrit explains how he was raised within a traditional dwarven clan, spending his childhood engaged in the Quest for the Sky. Sadly, after decades of hardwork, his clan's quest did not come to an end with the breaking of Golarion’s surface. Instead, what awaited Durgrit and his clan on the journey upwards was a team of Starfinders accompanied by a camera crew filming an episode of some awful reality show.

The arrival of the Starfinders brought a series of disheartening and disturbing revelations. First, Durgrit learned, he was not on Golarion as he had believed all his life. Instead, he was on some artificial moon and the Quest for the Sky, which had been driving his clan upwards, had been completed on Golarion centuries, if not millennia ago. Tech had been used to dupe Durgrit and his clan. Worse, when he finally left the moon, Durgrit learned that tech had infected the whole of known civilizations, causing their populace to grow weak and soft as they relied on tech for even the most basic of needs.

Fun story, I totally expected the "final crime" listed for Durgrit to be removed during final edits and was incredibly pleased to see when the scenario was released that it had been left in there!

Nihm would also like to make sure the cells that are supposed to be empty are empty, and check on the following prisoners in particular:
ABB106 How do Planetary eradication and arson go together?
ABB203 Stellar extinguishment? Did they find the Stellar Degenerator?
ABB205 and 206 - Two felony Murder. Are they related?
ABB301 Possession of Stolen memories? How do you distribute memories?

Nihm would also like to make sure the cells that are supposed to be empty are empty, and check on the following prisoners in particular:

ABB106 How do Planetary eradication and arson go together?

If asked, the haan assures you she had no hand or other appendage in planetary eradication. Beyond that, Ethru Nurrl, merely offers you a personally-spun web balloon as a bright, flickering solar mote encircles her head.

ABB203 Stellar extinguishment? Did they find the Stellar Degenerator?

If she did, do you think she would tell you? The draelik seems to fancy herself an artist, making etchings in metal with chisels and weak acids.

ABB205 and 206 - Two felony Murder. Are they related?

Yes.

ABB301 Possession of Stolen memories? How do you distribute memories?

I... I can't seem to recall at the moment. But, the idea is not without entirely without some established precedents.

Life Science, reduce the DCs of Life Science checks by 5 when recalling knowledge about xenobiology: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Physical Science: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Culture related to ABB205 and 206: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Nimh will pass along some information
I wouldn't accept a balloon from Ethru Nurrl. Haan use flammable gas to create their spun balloons, and Ethru has developed a technique for creating a spark at a distance, making them more bombs than balloons.

Looks like Meddo "The Horn" Borvakis and Scrupps were in a gang together, so we need to keep and eye on them for cooperation in an escape attempt.

Arratoi, not having anything to add, listens intently to the information shared, pulls out a digital pad and takes notes. "Just jotting down some inspirations for my next novel..."

That final Durgrit crime is gold!!

Mr. Bison, takes his time at cell AB301 since he has never seen a gray before.

Telepathically, "It doesn't look like much. Are we supposed to be afraid of them? Rumor has it they have infiltrated settlements all over the Pact Worlds in order to abduct other species to experiment on."

He then moves on to AB307 since that cell contains a fellow barathu. Barathu don't normally indulge in criminal activity, so Mr. Bison is very curious how Cloug ended up in the Adamantine Bastille.

If asked about his hatred towards tech, Durgrit explains how he was raised within a traditional dwarven clan, spending his childhood engaged in the Quest for the Sky. Sadly, after decades of hardwork, his clan's quest did not come to an end with the breaking of Golarion’s surface. Instead, what awaited Durgrit and his clan on the journey upwards was a team of Starfinders accompanied by a camera crew filming an episode of some awful reality show.

The arrival of the Starfinders brought a series of disheartening and disturbing revelations. First, Durgrit learned, he was not on Golarion as he had believed all his life. Instead, he was on some artificial moon and the Quest for the Sky, which had been driving his clan upwards, had been completed on Golarion centuries, if not millennia ago. Tech had been used to dupe Durgrit and his clan. Worse, when he finally left the moon, Durgrit learned that tech had infected the whole of known civilizations, causing their populace to grow weak and soft as they relied on tech for even the most basic of needs.

Darin listens, but remains skeptical of Durgit’s line of reasoning. Ay that’s a tough break. But guess what: as one of those Starfinders that broke yer clan free, I can promise it was ‘tech’ that got us through there and to you in the first place. There’s conmen in the flesh as easily as in the code. A hammer or a pick can mine and forge as easily as kill, just matters whose hand’s on the haft.

You ever serve your sentence on your new block, some advice: if you think tech props up the weak then jump on a colony ship and found a place yourself out in the Vast. Building’ yer own place as you like’ll make yer point better’n smashing others’