GM Tyranius Dead Suns AP (Starfinder) (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

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Sunrise Maiden
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Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Dash sits up. He had nearly forgotten about the other ship.

”Right. What the f@#% happened to the Hippocampus!”

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Dash and Kcectic wrote:
”Right. What the f@#% happened to the Hippocampus!”

Chiskisk spends a few minutes searching through logs. "Curious. The Hippocampus seems to have returned to the docks. No passengers exited the craft. Seems it's autopilot was programmed to return to Absalom Station."

Dash wrote:
What’s the deal with the Eoxians? The Iron Ricktus was from the Corpse Fleet, right Abe? They demanded their “cargo” which I assume was the package we delivered to Ambassador Nor.” Dash looks to Chiskisk. ”Was that sh!t broadcast to the masses or conveniently edited out?

"Eox has long severed ties with the Corpse Fleet. Though there are those conspiracy theorists out there that believe that Eox still uses them for clandestine and covert military operations."

Chiskisk shifts uncomfortably. "Cargo? There was no cargo on the feed being displayed. What happened to be inside it?"

Vetch wrote:
”So...you want us to go to Qabarat, then, to get and review the research on this language?”

"Correct. Study the language and try to follow the same footsteps that Zan followed to study what he did. Maybe he missed something."


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10
Aerav Brack Elijea wrote:
Please go over the treasure sheet and let me know if there's anything you want with 'To Sell' next to it, or we're selling it all! :)

Nothing but cold hard credits wanted by Vetch.

Vetch seems to agree with Abe's priorities and deadlines.

"Do we need to do anything else in regards to the two sides in regards to the rock? Should we report back?" Vetch asks the Shirren for advice.


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

”I think we need to have a little discussion with Ambassador Nor about his package.” Dash says, the quickly adds. ”The cargo, I mean.”

Done with loot.


Abe turns to Chiskisk, "We don't know what was in the cargo, but it was about yay-big." he describes the crate, size, weight, etc. "He asked us to get the crate. We got the crate. I'm fine not knowing what was inside." he adds simply.

He turns to Dash, "It sounds like the Ambassador is pissing someone off with that thing, but maybe now we don't have it they'll leave us alone. Unless we press Nor, and he actually tells us something. Then we're in it. And I think I'd rather not be involved in any scheme of his. He gives me the creeps and seems like nothing but trouble."

"But if you insist, I got your back." he says with some pride.

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Vetch wrote:
"Do we need to do anything else in regards to the two sides in regards to the rock? Should we report back?""

"That is between you and the Ambassador it would seem. Though looking at this feed. Looks like he got all the information he needed and we have more pressing concerns that who owns a piece of an ancient weapon."

The Shirren places a clawed appendage on their chin. "I will do what I can to keep it in the Societies hands for now. At least until we find out exactly what it is and if it is still operational."


Shirren
Stats:
SP 24/24 HP 24/24 | RP 4/4 | EAC 15; KAC 17 | Fort +3; Ref +3; Will +6 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9, SM: +7
Skills:
Culture+8/Diplo+7/LifeSci+5/Myst+9/Pilot+13/Survival+7

Well, if Dash wants to meet with the Ambassador, I guess we should do that. I am curious about the answers to the attack as well.

Kcectic says sensing that Chiskisk might have provided all the info they could.

And we should start working on the Sunrise Maiden as soon as possible. The Shirren gets up to leave, eager to start the next step of the journey.

Nothing I want from the loot list atm.


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Dash doesn’t like Chickisk’s answer, but he doesn’t press the issue.

”We can table the Ambassador for now, but I don’t like the feeling that he f@#%ing used us for something, and I’m not sure it’s a coincidence that his package was on that mining ship.”

Getting back to the mission at hand. ”How soon do we leave for Castrovel? I’d like to clean out the mothballs and buff the dents out of the Maiden before blasting off.”


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch is happy to go sell stuff, then begin work on the Sunrise Maiden. He thinks the party should go check in with both parties to ensure the issue is closed.


"I need a couple days before departure. More is better, but I understand the need to be thrifty with our time. So two days will do it. We can certainly visit people in between times though." Abe is happy to follow along to meet the Ambassador once more, though he expects it'll lead to nothing but trouble.

Abe first heads down to the market, unloading the gear they managed to scrounge, and making a few purchases.

Divvy! Each party member gets 793 credits to spend as they see fit. As you have spent some in spell-gems, I’ll spend some on the ship this time around.

Abe buys, if available…
Signal Jammer (L, DC 16, 100cr)
Toolkit, engineering, spare (L, 20cr)
Extra Spare Battery (60cr)
Small Arm Rounds (30, 40cr) x2

He then sets to work on repairing their starship. He spends the afternoon examining and repairing the hull, meticulously checking every scorch mark for hidden damage.
Engineering: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 vs DC 21 (success cuts current cost of 50bps in half - everyone can help, it cuts in half for each 10 we surpass the DC)

The next day, he spends with computers. He’s been working on his own piece-meal unit for what seems like weeks, but now that he can really focus he gets down to business. (pp 235 for crafting rules)

He spends the morning, creating Mathilda from spare parts and UPBs.
‘Mathilda’ Computer (Hack DC 21)(Tier 1 (50cr), Miniaturized (bulk L)(5cr), Artificial Personality (5cr), Hardened (25cr), Self Charging (5cr), Firewall (10cr), Lockout (100cr), Security IV (50cr), Control/Comm (8cr) = 258 UPBs

In the afternoon, he interfaces with the ship’s computer, enhancing its basic programming. He also installs the signal jammer he purchased in the market.
Ship’s Computer (Tier 1, Hack DC 17) (Hardened (25cr), Self Charging (2 weeks)(10cr), Control/Comm (8cr), Control/Jammer (10cr)) (53 UPBs)

The morning of the following day he rises early and turns to his companions, ”I’m ready to go, shall we head out?”


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Dash splits his time between working on the Sunrise Maiden with Abe, shopping for spellgems and fashionable clothes, and rocking out with his cogs out with the nightlife of Absalom Station.

Engineering Aid Abe: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

During his wanderings, Dash chats up the locals and surfs the Infosphere for relevant information on Halkueem Zan, Qabarat University, the Rock, Ambassador Nor, and the Corpse Fleet.

Diplomacy to Gather Information: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Nursing a hangover one morning Dash watches over the rim of a coffee mug as Vetch hobbles by.

”Hey Vetch, I heard you give praise to Triune the other day. Outside of prayer, I got the impression you weren’t overly fond of clanks, so what’s your deal?”

Dash’s Purchases
Spell Gem - Comprehend Languages x2 280cr
Spell Gem - Magic Missile x2 280cr
Serum of Healing Mk1 x4 200cr

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The crew spends a couple of days repairing the Sunrise Maiden as well as working on their gear and sifting through the expanse of Absalom Station's inner web.

Dash is able to locate info on a few items.

You have all the info you can know on the rock. Everything else is in spoilers just for ease of reading as it is a lot of info and didn't want it to get inner mixed.

Halkueem Zan:
A humman explorer who violated several local travel bans to investigate buried sites with his scanners. Emerging from Ukulam’s jungles months later he was arrested by Lashunta authorities and confiscated his findings, though he retained enough notes to publish a sensationalist travelogue titled “Pyramid People of Ukulam” after he was released weeks later. Precious few have followed up on this work, not only because it was overshadowed by early contact with the Veskarium, but also because of Castrovel’s limits on travel to Ukulam.

Qabarat University:

The Qabarat University of Xenoarchaeology and Xenoanthropology is one of the foremost institutions of higher learning for explorers and galactic ethnographers in the Pact Worlds. In addition to training many great archaeologists, the university maintains a staggering archive of artifacts, recordings, and other findings from throughout the system.

Ambassador Nor:

Ambassador Nor is a highly skilled politician for the undead Planet Eox. (More on Eox found in the Core Rulebook) He is bound to Absalom Station on diplomatic ties. It is said his tongue is one of the quickest and sharpest on any council."

Corpse Fleet:

Not all elebrians supported their planet’s decision to join the Absalom Pact. Rather than face potential disarmament at the hands of the Stewards, many undead admirals and captains in the Eoxian Navy left the Pact Worlds and took their ships deep into space. The grim vessels of this so-called “Corpse Fleet,” forged of steel and bone and staffed with undead crews, have no need for atmosphere, food, or other supplies, allowing them to easily prey on the ships and crews of the living. Officially, Eox has severed all ties with the Corpse Fleet, claiming it’s a rogue remnant of the “old regime,” but many in the Pact Worlds suspect that the Bone Sages are still in communication with the ghastly armada, offering clandestine support to the Corpse Fleet and its activities.

During the night Dash puts his crocs on and heads on back to the Fusion Queen as he liked the music. They had the new Strawberry Machine Cake track playing tonight and it seems to be a hit in the club as it draws in quite a crowd. His newfound celebrity status draws Dash straight into the VIP section where he can get his circuits cleansed with whatever he wants.

Meanwhile Abe sits back in the cabin and sifts through the numerous circuit boards. Surprisingly he finds enough in a box and with his newfound COMPTIA A+ certification Abe sets out to build himself a new personal computer.


In the morning, Abe, still on the ship where he's been sleeping the last two days between working, clicks the ship's comm to the others saying, "I'm at the ship and all ready to go. Are we off to see Nox before departing?"


Shirren
Stats:
SP 24/24 HP 24/24 | RP 4/4 | EAC 15; KAC 17 | Fort +3; Ref +3; Will +6 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9, SM: +7
Skills:
Culture+8/Diplo+7/LifeSci+5/Myst+9/Pilot+13/Survival+7

"Dash said we can table him." Kcectic says, pretending he knows what the foreign saying means. It never translated properly in Shirren and he'd long given up on it, but he figured Dash could handle it one way or the other.

He takes one last quick trip to the markets before heading back to the Sunrise Maiden and helping Abe prep the ship for take off.

I'm pretty sure I have some things I'd like to purchase but I don't have access to my book at the moment, if you don't mind Tyranius I'd like to make some retroactive purchases when I'm back home on Monday?


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10
Dash Arcbright wrote:

Nursing a hangover one morning Dash watches over the rim of a coffee mug as Vetch hobbles by.

”Hey Vetch, I heard you give praise to Triune the other day. Outside of prayer, I got the impression you weren’t overly fond of clanks, so what’s your deal?”

Vetch looks up from his limping to turn to stare at Dash.

"Yeah. I'm fine with most androids. Some are a%$+$*!s. Some...uh, are only mostly a#&&!!!s. But to assume all androids are great...well...that just ain't my experience," Vetch replies, carrying a load of gear down the maiden.

On the way back, he has more response and his own query.

"Besides, what makes you think I don't like clanks?"


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

”In my experience those who have an issue with an individual call them out on their personal traits, not the composition of their skin. I’m ok if you think I’m an a$$hole. Sh!t, I am an a$$hole!” He laughs, apparently not bothered by it. ”But when you call me a clank you are going to give other androids the impression that you think they are too. Wasn’t so long ago that clanks were considered property or slaves, and we have long, and perfect, memories.”

Raising his cup, he gestures at Vetch. ”I mean, I don’t call you fuzzy rat-f@#%er, do I?” He waves his mug lower. ”Drift-brained toeless b@astard perhaps... unless the lack of toes is a racial trait. Gotta say, I’ve never really looked at ysoki feet before. Is that normal, or did they get caught in an airlock?”

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That is fine Kcectic. So heading to Castrovel, Ambassador Nor or squabbling parties? Sounded like Nor and parties was tabled for now but just wanted to make sure before pushing forward.


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Heading to Castrovel.


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Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10
Dash Arcbright wrote:
Heading to Castrovel.

+1. Let's blow this rock.

All Vetch can do is keep working as he tries to explain to Dash why both 'a~!*!#@' and 'clank' mean the same thing when referencing the 'droid.

"I can start calling you Captain A*!~#%%, if you'd like. I'm sure that you'll eventually rise in rank to Lt. A+*+#$@ or, even, dare to dream Captain A&#+~!$ if you'd like, Dash," Vetch replies dryly while hauling gear.

"Besides 'a#%$&!*' is too common a term. I like to attune my affectionate pet names with a bit more flair. Judging by your clothing choices, you should be able to appreciate a bit of flair, amirite?" Vetch ponders ignoring the quip about his toes, but instead sets down his load and sits on it, holding up his foot.

He wiggles his non-existent toes with great effort.

"Space goblins. I was hired to help clean out a mine that had gotten infested with them. The gapborn bastards where waiting under the stairs as I was walking up them. They bit my toes off through the steps, the little bastards ate my toes off my feet." Vetch puts his foot back down.

"The rest of the team saved me, but yeah...that was 10 years ago or so...and I've more than killed my way to revenge on the entire stinking race. But there are more to go." Vetch picks up his load and returns to the ship.


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Dash winces.

Vetch’s foot-stubs, and the thought of goblins chewing on them, was gross, but worse then that was all the talking, which felt like a paragon crossbolter firing into his hangover.

”Ok, ok. So you aren’t racist. Right. Got it. Gotta say though, I’m not fond of Captain or Lieutenant A$$hole. Might have to give myself a promotion to Major A$$hole.”

Downing the last of his coffee, Dash heads to the Captain’s Chair for preflight routines.


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

"Well, if there is someone who can rise to the title of Major A&%*#*#, I have every confidence in you to do it, Clank," Vetch says merrily as he gets back to readying for the trip.


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Shirren
Stats:
SP 24/24 HP 24/24 | RP 4/4 | EAC 15; KAC 17 | Fort +3; Ref +3; Will +6 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9, SM: +7
Skills:
Culture+8/Diplo+7/LifeSci+5/Myst+9/Pilot+13/Survival+7
Dash Arcbright wrote:


”Ok, ok. So you aren’t racist.”

Not against Androids anyway. Kcectic says as he works the controls and directs the ship off the station and shifts uncomfortably as Vetch admits to a burgeoning Goblin genocide.

He hopes they aren't still being recorded somehow.

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You travel to Castrovel aboard your new starship, the Sunrise Maiden. Beyond dealing with a few fans from your recent celebrity status on the way to the spaceport, your voyage is speedy and largely uneventful.

Days Travel: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Once clear of the Armada Kcectic turns and tries out the Drift. A void of swirling color without substance, a mostly empty place of mutable laws, thought by some to be the quantum foam underlying all creation. While even most skeptics and members of other religions are forced to admit that Triune has appeared to make good on its egalitarian offer to maintain cheap and easy interstellar travel for everyone, use of the Drift does come with a catch. Every time a Drift engine is used, a tiny portion of a random plane is torn from its home and added to the Drift, set to float there for eternity. The farther the jump, the larger the chunk of material, which sometimes appears near the jumping ship, adding an element of risk: you never know when a long jump might tear away a chunk of Hell and leave you flying through a cloud of furious devils.

Castrovel is a vibrant planet of sparkling blue oceans, continents blanketed in vividly green forests, and swirls of clouds. As the Sunrise Maiden enters the atmosphere near Qabarat, the city-state’s aviation authorities hail the starship, ask for identification, and direct you to one of the landing pads at the city’s spaceport, Ship’s End.

As a matter of course, a Lashunta guard and a customs official approach. "Welcome to Qabarat. We just have a few questions before proceeding through customs. What is the nature of your business in Qabarat? Do you have any local contacts? What is the duration of your stay? And are you importing any foreign life forms?"


Shirren
Stats:
SP 24/24 HP 24/24 | RP 4/4 | EAC 15; KAC 17 | Fort +3; Ref +3; Will +6 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9, SM: +7
Skills:
Culture+8/Diplo+7/LifeSci+5/Myst+9/Pilot+13/Survival+7

We're here to meet Whaloss, a student at the University. Starfinder Business. Kcectic answers the customs official.
No life forms, we intend to stay as long as it takes to finish our assignment.

He waves his antennae in a polite way, wondering if Lashunta use theirs in a similar way. He hopes they won't hold them up too much longer, he's eager to see more of Castrovel.


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch wonders if he needs to identify himself as a 'foreign life form'.

"Uh, excuse me, but is there a list of designated life forms that *aren't* foreign? I'm ysoki, it's a shirren, and I'm fairly sure that the droid has more than a few venereal bugs that probably have yet to be classified. Ain't nobody know where he's been," Vetch asks back, wondering what a foreign life form might be and wanting to be thorough.


Abe spends the three days tinkering with his gear, and the ship, doing what he can here and there to make everything fit nicely and neatly. He enjoys the trip, and is almost surprised when they finally arrive.

He listens to the competent discussion so far, and has nothing to add tot eh customs folks, so he just stands and smiles, waiting to be let in. We've gotta get locks on this ship. he thinks, Or a guard - maybe both!

Not for the first time does he consider hiring someone to help them around the ship. Guard it when they're not about, and maybe act as a backup gunner to Vetch. He also considers moving the flack thrower to the turret to better defend against missiles, but that'll limit their offense a bit as the flack thrower's range is somewhat limited. Maybe once they get another turret mount. He takes some notes...


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

”I’m pleased to announce that I’m VD free, with a Doctor’s note, thank you very much.” Dash smirks. ”The ysoki’s do for a f@#%ing delousing though, so I can’t vouch for him.”

Dash grins at the customs guard. ”I’m Dash, Captain of the Sunrise Maiden here, out of Absalom. The shirren is Kcectic, the ysoki is Vetch, and the silent man here is Abe. Other then that, Kcectic has given the details pretty accurately. Jokes aside, how are things here on Castrovel? Haven’t been here in an elf’s age myself. Any local news we should be savvy about?”

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'It is more meant for exotic pets that people try to bring into the area."

At the mention of a delousing the guard and customs agents frown at each other before making a rapid radio call. Within moments a squad of agents come in and surround the group, pushing through to Vetch. More than against his wishes Vetch is escorted to a confined area where he is properly disinfected by brush and stinging water sprayed from nozzles built into a disinfectant tank.

Dripping wet and fur hanging long from his body he emerges with a look of both defeat, humiliation, and anger all rolled into one.

Castrovelian contact, Whaloss, is waiting to meet them just outside the spaceport. Even for a damaya, he is tall and thin, almost to the point of seeming gaunt. His clothing is a stylish blend of local silks, though the overall ensemble shows considerable wear, as though he has relied on this nicer outfit for formal meetings for many years. Nonetheless, he positively beams with antennae twitching excitement to meet you and show you around Qabarat. He holds his arms wide, giving the dripping wet ratfolk an odd look but continues on unhindered. "Welcome to Qabarat friends! I am Whaloss." he places the palm of his hand gently on his chest. "As an advanced student of xenoarchaeology, I have collaborated with members of the Starfinder Society before and am quite eager to hear all about your recent findings."

The Lashunta hails a robo-taxi to begin loading your baggage.


"Well greetings Whaloss, we're glad to meet you." Abe makes the introductions all around.

"Our journey was relatively easy, though the customs were a bit rough. Yet we are here, and eager to begin as you are to hear the tale. Let us find a nice pub or coffee shop where we can relax, munch on a bit of whatnot, and discuss in comfort - shall we?"

Presuming such a place is found, Abe will continue, by describing what the party found on that piece of drift-rock - from the creatures, to the language and the alien technology. Where appropriate, he pushes his tablet to the Lashunta, and has it play the snippets he caught with his drone-camera.

When he's finished, he adds, "So that's why we're here. We hope that your research facility can help us pin down some of this information, and make it more sensible."


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch says nothing, having not enjoyed the experience and wonders why he was singled out for delousing, which was lousy.

He grunts and grumbles after the experience.


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

”Xenoarchaeology? Interesting branch of life sciences. I myself am a student of xenobiology. Abe here has suggested we chat over refreshments. Alcoholic preferably.”

Dash is excited to talk with another educated person and goes into great detail about the creatures encountered at the Rock. Eventually he gets around to the real reason the Crew of the Sunrise Maiden was sent to Castrovel.

”I’m sure we could chat for days, but we need to focus on this strange language we found in the Rock. We were told Halkueem Zan stumbled upon something similar while looting and pillaging and f@#%ing his way across the galaxy in the name of archaeology.”

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Vetch figures he was singled out for the same reason as if a passerby says someone has some sort of explosive through security as a joke. While it may have been a joke, Customs and Security is going to take it well beyond mortal logical thought and do a thorough scrubbing.

As the taxi wends its way deeper into the city, trees give way to elegant towers of carbon fiber, glass, and steel, each artistically sculpted to create a stunning forest of dazzling skyscrapers. "The Qabarat University of Xenoarchaeology and Xenoanthropology is just north of the downtown commercial district and consists of about 10 buildings scattered over a campus of groomed lawns and gardens."

Whaloss enters in a waypoint into the robotaxi app and it veers off to a local coffee shop downtown. Star-credits. Over the course of several centuries they seem to have bought out Starbucks, but it still has the same burnt coffee taste that everyone seems to love.

Grabbing a table outside the venue Whaloss goes over the slew of information on Abe's tablet. The Lashunta frowns. "I don't quite have the background to decipher the Drift Rock’s writing and technology. But I can introduce you to Professor Muhali, the head of the linguistic anthropology department. Her office is in the Alsima Karei Hall if you would like."


Shirren
Stats:
SP 24/24 HP 24/24 | RP 4/4 | EAC 15; KAC 17 | Fort +3; Ref +3; Will +6 | Init: +7 | Perc: +9, SM: +7
Skills:
Culture+8/Diplo+7/LifeSci+5/Myst+9/Pilot+13/Survival+7

Would you happen to know if anyone else has been her to see with Muhali, or has anyone come to speak with you about this or Zan?

Kcectic asks. Our findings were televised, and it's possible others may be interested in deciphering information from the Drift Rock.

In any case, Kcectic agrees that meeting this Professor Muhali sounds like a smart idea.


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Dash’s smile twists at the reminder of the unauthorized broadcast of their adventure. He wonders if it’s too late to negotiate some kind of endorsement deal.

”Walk softly, but carry an AbadarCorp blizzard zero pistol. It stops motherf@#%ers cold.” -Captain Dash Arcbright.

After savoring the thought, and a sip of Castrovelian cold pressed coffee, Dash nods to Whaloss. ”Lets set up a meeting with Muhali ASAP.”


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch continues to grouse at his ill treatment at the hands of the Castorvelians, who suck. He ranks them right next to goblins in the suck list that he keeps mentally in his head.

”Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles agreement with Dash.


Abe watches out the window of the cab, drinking in the new places, fascinated by the people and structures. He scarcely pays attention to the conversation, but continues to nod along.

"Some of our findings were televised. Remember they were selective." he mumbles as he stares out the window.

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Kcectic wrote:
Would you happen to know if anyone else has been her to see with Muhali, or has anyone come to speak with you about this or Zan?

Whaloss shrugs. "No clue. You would have to ask her. I'll take you over to her right away."

Finishing your coffee you hop back into another robotaxi and wind through the streets north to the Qabarat University. The trip only takes roughly 15 minutes from the coffee shop before reaching the Alsima-Karei Hall, an eight-story building whose lobby is currently home to a small pack of journalists insistently trying to convince a
receptionist to let them upstairs.

Whaloss looks on confused. "I wonder what is going on?" The receptionist, a male korasha lashunta, seems way out of his element in dealing with the media. It’s all he can do to keep them at bay on the ground floor while paging for support from the university’s publicist or deans. "Please...please stay back. All of you." The receptionist holds his arms out wide as he gives pleading eyes to Whaloss. "Sorry Whaloss, I can't let you upstairs quite yet. These folks will all run past the second I do." The receptionist looks to Whaloss' entourage "Who you looking to see?"


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch looks at the crowd of reporters and wonders if they are finally looking into the vast goblin-loving conspiracy that exists in letting the vile creatures live.

He limps forward to listen better, his club-cane clanking. He feels very clean, which is nice. He goes to speak to a journalist, a ysoki one if there is.

”What’s going on?” Vetch asks (or squeaks to a ysoki).

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An older Ysoki turns to Vetch and adjusts his broken spectacles. "Dr. Ailabiens 21:2 gave a lecture that some interpreted as a defense of violent xenophobia" The Ysoki cups his clawed hands to his mouth and raises his voice to be heard by all. "We have the right to interview and will stay here until we get comments from the ranking academic staff!" A rousing rabble of voices joins in with the Ysoki reporter as tablets and cameras are raised to the air.


Abe looks at the madness and wonders if they're still begin recorded and broadcast. "We'll come back when there's less of a crowd I think." he suggests to the group.

When Vetch tries getting information from the media he wonders how successful he'll be. He watches and listens.


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch seems confused.

”Well, as long as they are talking about goblins, I think violent response against them is well warranted...but other cultures should be welcomed, should they not?” Vetch agrees and disagrees.

”What were the exact comments? Were they covered on the ‘net? There should be video feed, should there not?”


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Because he’s a bit egocentric, Dash at first assumed the journalists were here on word the Crew of the Sunrise Maiden had arrived. Hearing that they are instead looking to lynch a racist professor he pushes past the paparazzi...

”Excuse me. Coming through. Triune’s ball bearings, make way you f@$%ing parasites.”

...and addresses the receptionist.

”We’re here to see Professor Muhali about the Rock of Absalom. I’m sure we can find our own way if you are busy.”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

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The reporters all turn to Vetch in stunned silence before erupting into questions once again. Microphones and cameras leap into Vetch's furry face. "You're the one from Absalom Station! What do you have against goblins? GLAM (Goblin Lives Absolutely Matter) has been speaking for them for decades. They say the goblin race is just misunderstood." Another reporter pipes up. "Could you elaborate more on what you mean by violent response? We live in a time that all races and sexes are found equal but yet we still have racism and bigotry. Why do you think that is?"

The reporters rail vetch with question after question as they close in on him, allowing Dash to get a word in with the frantic receptionist. Seeing the distracted reporters the receptionist opens the door and waves you in. "Hurry, move quick before they notice."

You nearly knock over a lashunta wearing a business suit with mismatched patches on his elbows as he slowly trudges down the hallway. Seeing the door open Vetch gets down low and scurries quickly through the reporters, making through the door just in time.

Whaloss sighs. "That was intense. Dr. Ailabiens 21:2 must have given one hell of a lecture." He taps a panel on the wall witha list of names and office numbers. "Professor Muhali is on the 5th floor." Going up several flights of stairs and numerous twists and turns among the hallways you see several old photos in order from several centuries ago to present from when the campus opened. Anything from individual achievements to group clubs within the University.

DC 10 Perception:
One photo stands out in particular. It has an android standing with a beautiful lashunta woman, presumably a colleague of sorts. The thing that stands out is that the android looks just like Dash! Though the photo is dated nearly 200 years ago. A small plaque below reads In memory of Shessar. May her knowledge burn bright among the stars.


Abe chuckles as Vetch is bombarded, and relieved when an escape route is made available. He scurries through the crowd, "You're a popular man room-mate. Careful you don't start a religion." he chides his little friend.

He walks through the upper floors quietly, figuring this place is something like a library. Loud noises and boisterous people tend to scare these book-worm types and they're here for information.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

He nearly walks right by the pic, when something nags at him. He's half way down the hall when he shouts, "Hey, that's Dash!" and stops. Backing up to the photo he calls out, "Vetch, check this out, it's Dssh!" He reads the plaque, "Dash, who's Shessar? Very handsome couple."

You may all read the spoiler.


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch skitters away as the stupid questions begin to bombard him, moving with the party while answering questions as best they can.

”There is no such thing as a good goblin,” Vetch scuttles under a reporters leg and around another. ”They aren’t conscious, thinking beings. If you observe their actions, it is pretty much random impulses.” Vetch ducks under one reporters compupad and around another. ”If you measure their skulls, you can see that areas that promote thought and reason are literally filled with bone. Their phrenologic composition...”

Vetch eventually breaks free and makes a run for it, following the party.

Abe wrote:
”Careful you don’t start a religion.”

Vetch ponders that for a moment, then declines the thought.

”No, I’m no god. If I was, there wouldn’t be any goblins left. As it stands now, there are plenty of actual religions that could be put to good use if they would just rid us of the goblin threat. As it stands now, Triune has little use for goblins and that’s good enough for me.”

Vetch pauses to look at the photo, noting the similarities to Dash.

”Oh Dash, I didn’t realize you were such an old model. But the way you clank about, it should have been obvious. I like this female version better...you might want to consider an anatomy upgrade.” Vetch says with a smile.


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

Dash slows to a stop, head titled, frowning at the picture on the wall. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears his companions chatting about it, but their words don’t register.

Shessar...

He had them suck out so much from his mind, hoping to erase evidence, and pain. He didn’t recall posing for the photo, or the face of the woman, but seeing her name jabbed at his chest like a hot needle.

Suddenly noticing his “friends” crowding in, he stiffens, then breaks out in a strange chuckle.

”Got my good side in this one.” He quips and turns to move on.

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As the head of the linguistic anthropology department, Professor Muhali has one of the nicer offices in Alsima-Karei Hall. Her door is unlocked....

This office is clean, roomy, and orderly. A large desk stands imposingly before a broad window that offers a charming view of a nearby park, and a small table in one corner has a quartet of chairs arranged evenly around it. Near the door is a wide examination table covered with broken fragments of stone, many of which bear incomplete words or letters written in a spiraling text. Several tiny fountains throughout the room burble soothingly and shimmer with soft light.

Professor Muhali, female damaya lashunta, is fairly stern, having wrestled with offworld authorities to secure excavation permits, cut through red tape, and debunk fraudulent ideas vigorously defended by stubborn fools. She is dark-skinned for a lashunta, with pale green facial markings and purple hair cut in an asymmetrical style. Looking up as Whaloss enters, her frown deepens further. "Not now Whaloss." She holds a hand up. "I can't deal with anymore. I have spent several hours trying to devise a way to resolve the scandal Ailabiens 21:2 started. I have the media and the Dean breathing down my neck."


Abe steps up, and takes out his screen. He pops a short video and shows it to her, "This is an alien language found in a piece of drift rock. Looks like some kind of weapon. A comprehend language spell gave me some clues, which I wrote down, but we need more. Can you help us?"

He looks back to the group smiling, hoping the unknown will soften this woman into helping them.


Skillz:
Acro+6(+11tumble),Cult +15, Eng +14 (+18vs traps), Life Sci +11, Medicine +8, Myst +18 (+22 vs traps), Perception +21,Pilot+22,SenseMot +14,Stealth +21,Survival +12
Ysoki Mystic 10

Vetch looks on at the Professor.

”Sorry about the scandal, sounds like fake news to me. Maybe you need our help,” Vetch offers, letting Abe’s words sink in. ”We need your help.”


Android | EAC 27 KAC 28 | STA 86 HP 57 RES 11/11 | F +5 R +10 W +7 | Initiative +12 | Perc. +10 | Sense Motive +1

”Triune’s nuts and bolts, what’s the big deal with Professor Ailabiens 21:2?” Dash smirks, pointedly looking in Vetch’s direction. ”I’m pretty sure he isn’t the only racist in the University.”

”I’ll bet that we can create a sensation or scandal that makes everyone forget about this.”

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