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This is the thread for heroic starfinders looking to cement their place in the history of the Starfinder Society. Please 'dot' in here so that you are able to see it in your active campaigns
This prosperous age recently came to an abrupt end within the star systems known as the Scoured Stars. An armada containing almost 80% of the Society’s agents and assets joined the Society’s First Seeker on a mission to the Scoured Stars, only for all its transmissions to cease. When the remaining Starfinders in the orespire Complex attempted to make contact, they discovered a errifying truth: the Scoured Stars were now cut off from the rest of he multiverse by a barrier of incomprehensible power.
The events of the Scoured Stars left the Starfinder Societycrippled, as most of the Society’s agents and assets resided within he now inaccessible systems. The Society’s prestige crumbled, nd many of the Starfinders’ distant holdings fell to alien forces thin months of the incident. Only the actions of one outspoken tarfinder, Luwazi Elsebo, held the Society together. Even with he dedication of Luwazi and her allies, the Society sufferedfuther losses as disillusioned agents opted to part ways with the rganization. Maintaining the Society’s interests was too much for he few remaining agents to handle, so Luwazi turned to outside, assitance from reputable mercenary organizations.
With the Starfinders on the brink of ruin, Luwazi’s hopes now rest in the hands of a new generation of recruits and ambitious factions. Today is a momentous day for the Society, as it marks the graduation of the first wave of fresh agents from accelerated Starfinder training. These agents represent the first step the Starfinder Society is taking to reposition itself at the forefront of galactic exploration.
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A large vesk with green scales peppered with sand colored flecks enters the room. Giving the early bird his customary nonchalant nod and "Hey," he settles into the middle of the second row stretching his arms out over the adjacent chairs. The billowing mote of shadow that follows him around seems to dance excitedly in contrast to the seemingly unconcerned vesk.
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A tan furred Nuar with emerald-green eyes peers at the assembling team while making slight adjustments to her hidden soldier armor.
Said armor has a proud insignia of the Exo-Guardians on it, and then a stylized upside-down horseshoe done in red beneath it on her left upper arm armor, and a golden bird in flight design on the upper right arm of her armor.
Over her right shoulder is slung a beast of a laser cannon with the legendry 'Mad Cow' spraypainted on the barrel, and in her left hand is a tactical pike.
"Lok'tar! I am Kiylee Boughdancer, and I am here to provide physical support for combat if required and drive things if it comes down to it, too, because I do have my piloting license.
I like to tinker with things, but I'm no mechanic, I can just poke at some things to keep them working and whatnot. May we find victory should we need to enter battle."
Most of the party doesn't get a second look... well, aside from the human first-comer, who gets a bit of a solid squinty stare for a few seconds.
It's okay, Kiylee, he's not from home, he's not going to try to make steak out of you, he's a Starfinder or he wouldn't be here. Play it cool.
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What the...? Why is she looking at me funny? Is she working for Dokk'Tuar? I'm know I'm late on payments, but I didn't think it was at that level yet. Well, his hired muscle doesn't scare me.
Much. Sheesh, look at the size of her.
Reyn returns the stare with doubled intensity, daring the giant to make her move.
You catch Reynmal subtly releasing the safety on his pistol, and he seems ready to quick-draw at a moment's notice.
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Hi folks. Just boarding a long haul flight. Will update later tonight - welcome to the game!
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Hi folks. Just boarding a long haul flight. Will update later tonight - welcome to the game!
Next to arrive is an android. Other than his pale skin, it is clear that this android has made no attempt to appear less machine-like. Conduits gently pulse beneath his hairless skin, his eyes are an unnaturally piercing shade of blue, and his face is an expressionless mask.
”I am Titus-33,” he says by way of introduction. ”My functions include engineering, advanced computer operations, and precision ranged combat.”
On a scale of human to machine, he’s clearly very far towards the machine end.
Following your graduation ceremony, at which Titus-33 gave a thank you speech that the history books will record as 'factual and linguistically economical' you are summoned to the Lorespire Complex.
The doors slide open, and a green holographic image of a middle-aged human woman shimmers into view at the center of the room. Greetings, it says. I am Guidance. Please use the cheek swabs in the open receptacle to provide a genetic sample for Starfinder Society identification purposes. If desired, you may place your hand on the glowing panel to receive a subdermal implant further marking you as a member of the Society.
or deactivated mentally as a swift action. Activating the
implant causes a rendition of the Starfinder Society’s symbol
to glow underneath the skin. This augmentation acts as a
mark, letting others know you are a member of the Starfinder
Society. It also increases the light level within 5 feet by one
step while active.
Guidance continues It is our pleasure to officially welcome you into the Starfinder Society. Today is the commencement of your new role as a Starfinder field agent. It is our tradition, at the end of the
graduation ceremony, for new graduates to present themselves to the heads of our most prominent factions and complete a task at those leaders’ behest. This allows the leaders of these
groups to become familiar with all new Starfinder agents, and it provides a constant supply of agents for handling situations in our holdings on Absalom Station. While these tasks were formerly symbolic, the heavy loss of Starfinder agents in the Scoured Stars necessitates that these missions become something more. Please treat any tasks given with the gravity you would grant any other Starfinder assignment.
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Nuar expressions and human expressions are different. Nuar expressions and how they are interpeted are often informed by how orcs interact with one another, so when Reyn gives Kiylee a hard piercing stare, it's taken in not QUITE the direction one might expect.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you're too short and the wrong species." she offers with a bit of a chuckle.
The speech is met with appropriate applause, with the bovine entity resting her pike on her shoulder to do so before returning it to a grip.
Kiylee will offer her genetic sample and press the shiny red touch-plate/button/whatnot.
"Huh. Tickles a bit."
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Wha...what??? So I guess she's not from Dokk'Tuar's retinue after all. That's a relief. At least I don't...hey, what does she mean, "too short"?
Reyn looks at Kiylee a little differently.
Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it.
He accepts the implant.
New career, new identity, new life.
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The vesk does his best to stay awake through the graduation ceremony, his mote only flickering out of existence twice for a second or two while his head lulled and bobbed. Fortunately, it was not long before nature called and the vesk found himself focusing more on not wetting himself than staying awake which proved to be far more successful a stimulant.
Once the ceremony concluded and he was able to relieve himself, he answered the summons to the complex where he provided his genetic sample and accepted the subdermal implant.
He now waits patiently with the Nuar and company to receive the list of heads they are to meet and perform tasks for.
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Arriving rather late a Vesk, dressed in the garb of a priest, comes rushing into the Lore Spire Complex Robes a flutter in the wind as he stops just before Guidance he breaths heavily, gripping his battle Staff in both hands. "Sorry...*Whew*.. for my tardiness. Having been pulled aside by one of the Attending Teachers to speak with me about my rather lacking punctually seems to have created a bit of irony at this point." after a few moments the Vesk stands up still holding his Battle Staff in hand. Unlike other Vesk his size he looks rather our of place.
Waiting in line he accepts the implant and provides a cheek swab when its his turn. Looking at his hand he activates the insignia a few times to ensure the implant has taken. He startles himself slightly and looks to the assembled team. "Oh! Sorry. Introductions are in order. I am known as Gorjhect The Watcher and I am pleased to have been called in along side all of you for this mission."
Looking to the Naur in the room Gorjhect holds up his hand and says. "Walk with the Earth Mother, The Winds Guide you."
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The Nuar startles a bit at the greeting from the mystic.
"Walk with the Star Mother. May the Eternal Sky shine upon thee." she offers with a reverential nod to the newly arrived Vesk. "May Strength and Honor be tempered by Wisdom and Discipline."
She'll wait a moment.
"Kiylee Boughdancer, and it is rare to encounter someone familiar with the Ways."
Some of you are more familiar with Absalom than others...
of the Pact Worlds. Races from every planet in the system, including those once prominent on lost Golarion, can be found on the station.
recruits, whose presence brings renewed hope. Stating one’s
association with the Starfinder Society is likely to garner support
from the locals of Absalom Station.
back undetected alien life, simply because the policing Stewards lack the numbers to search every orbiting ship.
If you ask around the Lorespire Complex whilst waiting for Guidance to log your dermal implants and process the final SFS Graduation paperwork you might pick up on a few rumours
under Ratrod’s fur and wonder whether there will be more harsh
words exchanged before the race.
physical copy prior to the concert when the released single and
additional tracks are scheduled to debut and become available
in digital form.
After a few minutes, Guidance says Congratulations Starfinders, your entrance into the society is now complete. I wish you well. Your assignments are now ready. It is for you as a group to decide which faction you will assist first, but all assignments must be completed and each faction leader will report to me on successful completion.
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Gorjhect thinks on his teachings and observations he had had while on Absalom Station.
"You can observe quite a few things while sitting back and watching. For example did you know Absalom Station is a cultural hub
For the Pact Worlds. It's quite the melting pot of races from across the galaxy. You can even find races that hail from lost Golarion." taking a deep breath he continues as of he is the one lecturing the students. "Many believe having a Starfinder around is a good thing and are more thank likely willing to help us."
Pointing up and looking through the windowed sky he continues still pointing a scaled hand. "Do you see that out there? They call that mass of ships The Armada, man of those shops have come here because of the Starstone core at the center of Absalom station. Drift engines easily lock onto the station and find there way back faster." a look of concern covers his face as he recaslls a grave scenario. "Having so many ships traveling and docking with the station had bright an increase to the number of alien species here. Some could be hostile. The poor stewards cannot keep up with the customs control with the increase of travelers coming through."
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"I'm not sure how a machine could taste like either strawberries or cake, but.. I'll take your word for it, Dyukela... and junkracing? That sounds pretty risky?" Kiylee opines.
She then glances over at the spiritual Vesk.
"You're not wrong, Gorjhect. In fact, heard something at a bar the other day about a creature that may be running amuck in Downbelow -- last I heard it was contained but it nailed a guard with a harpoon appendage."
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Titus listens to Guidance carefully, absorbing the information. He places his hand as instructed to receive the implant before depositing his swab in the appropriate container.
"Physical data storage is an increasingly redundant concept," he states in response to Dyukela, "though junk racing does have some appeal." He ponders Kiylee's statement for a second. "It would seem unusual for large creatures to be running loose in the station."
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Having done most his training under a starfinder solarian based out of the Veskarium, this particular vesk had little time to get to know the station prior to the ceremony. In fact, all he really knew was how to get to the bodega near his apartment and how to get to the Lorespire Complex.
But he did know how to listen, his sponsor made sure of that. He stood to the side quietly absorbing the information his compatriots shared with one another.
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"Well, if you think station security can handle the larger beasts, what do you think we should be working on, then? Way I was raised, if you don't want to do something, have an idea of what you want to do instead." Kiylee offers helpfully. ...and hopefully not camping in some mines waiting for enemy forces to show up...
As you are already in the Lorespire Complex, you tell Guidance that you will seek out the leader of the Dataphiles first. With welcome greetings exchanged, Kiylee and Nuar sharing stories of The Ways and Reynmal constantly looking over his shoulder, you make your way to meet the leader of the Dataphiles.
The Lorespire Complex, home and heart of the Starfinder Society, is a striking campus dedicated to knowledge. Communal labs and historical departments study the Archives’ massive collection of artifacts and texts, gathered by generations of agents from across the galaxy.
A quick search of the directory indicates that the leader of the Dataphile, an android named Historia-7 frequents the Archives’ Cortex, a computerized matrix containing digital records of the Starfinder Society’s most prominent discoveries.
The android reclines on a raised chair and is plugged into the local infosphere when the doors open. The neural cables detach themselves from her neck as she swivels in her seat to address you. She has striking blue hair, blue eyebrows and a piercing inquisitive stare that manages to strike a perfect balance between mesmerising and uncomfortable. She singles out Reynmal with a particularly inquisitive look, before her mouth upturns into a gentle smile. She addresses the entire group.
Greetings, Starfinders, she says calmly. I am Historia-7. Congratulations on your graduation but please be aware that the real work starts now and my request requires both discretion and speed. If any of you feel uncomfortable with that then do not accept it if you feel incapable of working within these parameters. No hard feelings
After no one leaves, she continues.
I discovered someone recently hacked into Bluerise Tower’s computer systems and stole a large amount of sensitive data from the resident corporations. I wish to be privy to this information. I managed to trace the hacker’s location through many proxies and erased the trail so that station and corporate security should be delayed in their pursuit. This deception will not fool them for long, so you must move quickly to retrieve the data before they can recover it. I will leave you to decide what to do with the hacker afterward, but should it be feasible, I believe that person would be an asset to the Society. Any questions?
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The vesk stood and waited for the human's question to be answered. He had little proficiency with computers and in these sorts of situations needed to be pointed in a direction.
At the Nuar's inquiry the right corner of his mouth curled into a half smile. While he himself was never "loud and proud" in his dealings, the sentiment was common in the Veskarium. It would be enjoyable to fight beside her at some point.
He nodded his head at the shirren's directness and initiative.
Historia reaches forward and presses a button on a small console on her desk. On the table in front of you a large blue holograph appears of a series of skyscrapers. They rotate slowly in the flickering blue light.
The tallest of these is Bluerise Tower, one of the largest corporations on Absalom. She looks at Titus Bluerise Corp own the data that was stolen, but as to what it contained...well, let's just say I'm as curious about that as you are.
She flicks a switch and the holograph zooms in and rotates around 20 ft over the entrance, showing heavily armed Vesk security guards, packing some serious firepower. Bluerise is a private office structure maintained by multiple corporations and legally protected to the point that even the station’s Stewards have difficulty entering. Why they need such absolute sovereignty over their own affairs is a question of great interest to the Dataphiles.
The holograph disappears and Historia addresses the group I think they know more than the let us and quite honestly, I just don't trust them.
Standing to her feet, you get the impression she is short on time and keen for you to progress She says to Reynmal You look familiar?...Hmm...anyway, we retraced the proxy servers and managed to locate an address in Drifter's End. Be careful though, The Ring is not the sort of place you'd go for a picnic
As you leave, she says Oh, and Kiylee...your methods are your methods. What I'm interested in is the data. Please don't let me down. If the hacker is this talented, then we can always use them, but if they are not willing to help then....well. The data comes first. Good luck
You leave and travel to Drifter's end, a wretched hive of scum and villany. Without much difficulty - six armed strangers walking down a street are not to be trifled with - you find the apartment. It resembles a cement cube, with several tomato plants in plastic barrels sitting on an otherwise barren porch. Boxes of nutrient broth, gardening tools, and various cultural knickknacks clutter the floor of the flat, leaving barely any room for visitors to sit down.
The tomatoes are being hand-pollinated by a young man who clocks you walking toward him.
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Kiylee goes to 'overwatch' mode and watches the area around the party. The Nuar isn't sure if the party is being watched or not, but she remembers some of her earlier times on the battlefield, especially when being sniped at.
Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they can't see you...
She sees the kid's reaction, but says nothing of it because Titus has already hit the point and hammering it would only make things worse, possibly even make the child turtle up.
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Noticing the human male tense up at the approach of the six Gorjehct thinks to himself Hmm, I wonder if he is so apprehensive because of our presence or for other reasons. Maybe he is the hacker." the vesk stands beside Kiylee and joins her in her watch.
"You think someone with hands as calloused as his would be the hacker we are looking for?" Gorjhect asks Kiylee
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"No, I wouldn't. Hackers kind of need deft fingers not worn down by hard work and dedication. It's sort of like tinkering, but with a keyboard rather than tools." the Nuar offers thoughtfully.
"I also know I'm big and tall. Where I come from, my people and humans are in a long-running cold war that runs very, very hot when common sense fails."
The young man, relaxes his grip a little. Afraid? No. Not afraid. But you see how it feels to have six strangers walk up to you, fully armed. I’m Jubair, and as for hacking, the only hacking I’d like to do is to hack the bugs from these tomato plants. At this rate there’ll be nothing left.
He puts down his tools. I’m afraid I can’t help you. Just me and my Granma live here, and she’s no hacker. She’s in her eighties and can barely bake a cake these days... His voice trails off with worry and he wipes away a solitary tear from his cheek. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got work to do. Suggest you check your sources. Good day to you.