PbP Gameday VI: Hmm's Starfinder #1-00: Claim to Salvation (Inactive)

Game Master Hmm

A potetially artificial moon. See Chk Chk these Pathfinders clearly get to go to all the interesting places.

"The word 'survivor' does not sound like a reassuring description, does it Raia? And what has led to this person being incarcerated? Was it purely due to unsanctioned prospecting?"

“Great questions!” Luwazi claps her hands. “Salvation’s End orbits a backwater planet whose natives named it Wardhome. They sold the Starfinder Society exclusive rights in exchange for getting their ships set up with Drift technology. When the pilot Livewire crashed on their world, they realized that she was in violation of our claim, and they held her for us. The Society wanted to send a strong message to any other would-be claim jumpers, so we supported sentencing the rogue pilot to an indentured labor camp called “the Sauna” on the mining moon of Varos, orbiting the Pact World of Bretheda.” Luwazi looks a bit regretful as she looks to Keskodai. “With us having suffered such a large loss of personnel, we could afford to show no weakness, so the sentence was far harsher than is usually meted out in these cases.”

“Yes, you will be going to prison, Quig... but as a visitor, not an inmate.” Luwazi smiles at the Ysoki. “Contact this prisoner, as she is the only survivor of an expedition that trespassed on Salvation's End. We have no idea what happened to her when she was there, as she has not been talking. Once you establish contact, it's a matter of gathering intelligence. We doubt this information is cheap, so we authorized a spending account for you to encourage Livewire to talk. We need to know why her team's illegal salvage on the moon failed. Once you get this information, we need you to travel to the false moon. Touch down, scout for hostiles, and look for any indications that it's more than a moon with crashed starships piled atop it.”

“Are we expecting indigenous natives?” She nods to Obozaya. “No. But there may be other hostiles, including other claim jumpers, so be prepared for anything.”

“You asked, quite understandably, about compensation.” Then she turns to Iseph. “I'm able to provide a spending account of 2,500 credits for mission expenditures; this does not include expenses for personal use, but instead for dealing with Livewire and the other occupants at the Sauna to help in your mission. Upon completion of your greater mission to Salvation's End, you will each receive 3,000 credits... less expenses. In addition, you have use of a brand-new Pegasus-class starship for the mission. If we end on agreeable terms, you can count on the Starfinder Society for more work in the near future. Trust me when I say an ongoing partnership would be quite… lucrative, for both parties.”

Quig looks around, as if the new starship was docked in the room.
"Deal! Let's go check that ship out!".

Raia laughs at Quig's enthusiasm "It looks like we have a deal." She extends her hand to shake on it "Your terms sound very reasonable, and I look forward to a long and fruitful partnership with the Starfinder Society!" She glances at Luwazi Elsebo's datapad and adds "I take it that all the relevant coordinates and information have been downloaded to the ship's computer?"

so be prepared for anything.”

The only thing I am unprepared for is being taken completely by surprise. Which cannot happen. Because I prepare for everything. the proud Vesk says displaying a weird sort of confusing logic.

But your terms seem agreeable. Good pay for the chance to explore a mysterious artificial moon and engage scavengers in combat. Interrogating the witness may be better left to others though. she adds.

“So, you want to see the ship? Come!” Luwazi gets up, and gestures for you to follow. “We can talk as we go!”

Click. Whirr.

Fine. Just leave without saying goodbye. Forget that I am even here. Bot Buddy rolls away in the opposite direction.

Raia starts following Luwazi, but can't help feeling sorry for poor old Bot Buddy 2000 when they start talking. While Luwazi has her back turned, she quickly skips over and takes Bot Buddy 2000 by surprise with a hug. And just like a ninja, she's gone again, back behind the First Seeker as if nothing had happened.

"So this ship is a Pegasus-class? I'm not familiar with them, does it come with a laboratory? You know, just in case we happen across some interesting specimens while on Salvation's End." Raia asks hopefully.

Click. Whirr.

???

The robot looks confused for a moment.

❤ !!!

Oh. It says nothing more, rendered temporarily speechless.

“Don't bother with that grumpy AI!” Luwazi shakes her head, before continuing to give you information.

“So... You should know that the warden has denied our requests to meet with Livewire. They indicated that our presence would rub salt in a fresh wound. So, whatever you do, do not let the warden or Livewire know that you are working for the Starfinder Society. I have set up a front to explain your meeting with Livewire: you are all investigators hired by an unnamed corporation looking to remain anonymous. You're researching a rash of disappeared spacecraft that have gone missing when their flight path took them too close to Salvation's End.” Luwazi arrives at a vast entry door. She opens it with a slight flourish to embellish the significance of the moment, and then crosses the threshold into a hub of activity.

“Isn't this wonderful?” With a renewed energy, Luwazi steps further into a large hangar bay containing a pristine ship with a stylized symbol of the Starfinder Society along its hull. Several engineers, laborers, and mechanics buzz about the hangar running diagnostics, polishing the vessel's unspoiled hull, and finishing the last touches for a maiden launch. Luwazi looks up to the ship with beaming pride, reaches into the folds of her clothing, and pulls out an expensive vintage of champagne, and extends the bottle outward as she exclaims with a wide grin, “The ship is yours for the mission, it is only right you christen it! Tonight, we celebrate; tomorrow you sail off into the stars.”

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This is the point where you might want to look at the Slides and the Player Folder to familiarize yourself with your ship, and pick which crew roles you want! Feel free to discuss this at length in the discussion area!

This information is also in my header.

NOTE: This is the point in an SFS scenario in which you would normally slot boons, but this scenario specifically does not allow any boons to be slotted other than your free faction champion boons (to allow you to get Fame from your favorite faction.).

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The party winds around you while you guys spend time touring the ship. It's a sweet little ship with a science lab, a tech workshop and a state of the art galley. Even the crew quarters are nice -- small, but cozy. Is there anything you want to check out?

"This ship looks brand new and looks like it uses some very new tech. Will we be the first ones to travel on it?"

Quig snaps his feet together, clicking his nails, and salutes: "Investigator Dexel, reporting!"

"So, let us name it something grandiose yet simple... Quig's Ride.

He scurries around, looking about every part: "Very good at turning and speed, nice!".

He settles down in the Engineering Room.

Iseph cannot help but chuckle at the excite little Ysoki. "Hey Quig!? you forgetting something?" Iseph points his thumb over his shoulder towards scout hovering in a circle. "Also keep your paws off my chair. No Jokes this time." He gives a look that appears very serious to most but the Ysoki in the room sees it differently.

Obozaya settles herself in the gunnery position, admiring the smooth lines of the targeting panel, the understated, yet deadly armaments and, most importantly the comfy chair at the station.

She adjusts it's height once, twice, three times, checks her hand position on the controls, moves the chair back, slightly up again, back a bit more, recline a touch and finally gives a grunt of satisfaction.

Catching one of the others watching her go through this routine she says; I have bad posture when I'm engaged in ship battles. I lean too close to the screen and it gives me a bad back. It seems a ridiculous statement for the looming Vesk given the scars she wears proudly from many battles, but that is just Obozaya.

Standing, she strolls around the ship. It isn't the largest she has ever travelled on, but it is the newest and that is a prospect that excites her. Nice ship. Very nice. They are sparing no expense.

We should call her something mighty! she protests at Quig's suggestion before stretching up to press an intercom button. We should call her Glory for all she will bring us! she yells so loudly that it causes static reverberation in the internal speaker system.

Quig was just starting to think that now was the best time to commence taking the ship apart to see how it is built... when Iseph scares him - for a few seconds - before Quig starts chuckling.
"Oh, Scout's off to pilot the ship! One tin can's the same as another..."

Quig reacts with enthusiasm to Obozaya's idea: "Yes, yes, yes... Glory! Great idea!"
He hugs Obozaya... well, the Vesk's thigh, since that is what is at his level.
Quig puffs his chest: "Quig's Glory!".

Anger rising, Obozaya jams her finger into the intercom button hard enough to push it through the panel into the housing with a little spark of objection.

Grimacing at the fact she has caused the first damage to their new ship, she shuffles quickly down the corridor to the galley and finds another intercom. This time she presses the button more conservatively.

Not Quig's Glory, or Quig's Ride, or Quig's anything.... she pauses, thinking then. Unless it's Quig's Silence! hahaha!

Edit; oh I just reread your post Quig and didn't realise we were together on the ship.

Something grabs her leg then and she looks down startled, only to see Ysoki clinging there like an Eoxian Death-limpet.

Off. she kicks her leg, trying to shake him loose. How... did... you.. get... here... so fast...? she says, each word punctuated with a kick of her kick until Quig is buffeted this way and that.

Quig smiles: "Vesk antics!", but, once he lets go, he rubs his bruises, discreetly.
"QUIG'S SILENCE!, beautiful!"
He looks at Scout, and talks into his pinkie, his small-claw, as though it were a Vid-Casters mike: "Quietly speeding through the Drift, the sleek and powerful ship moves without a ripple. Fear for your lives, Pirates everywhere, Quig's Silence is stalking you!".

"Hmm... has a nice ring to it Quig's Silence" the android says as the words roll of his tongue. "So its not the fastest thing I have ever taken the helm of, but she would do... for now." taking a seat at the helm Iseph's eyes light up at the large control panel in front of him, a gleeful look shows on his face as he begins adjusting the settings and display. He also enters a few maneuver programs into the helm astrogation system for quick access.

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Silence or Glory I will accept. But not Quig's. Obozaya protests.

Standing in the corridor, Raia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, noting the crisp clean aroma of brand new air filters Ahh, that new ship smell! When Obo and Quig run past, she follows out of curiosity and after witnessing their exchange, she giggles and says "Quig's Silence does have a certain appeal..." and gives Quig a patient look "But sweetie, I hardly think Elsebo will want the ship named after someone she only just met."

Afterwards, Raia continues her tour of the ship giggling and shaking her head. Eventually she finds herself at the entrance to the lab, looking in she lets out a squeal of excitement "Is that a high definition quadropole mass spectrometer with an inductively coupled plasma ion source?" She rushes in and starts pressing buttons "This is so cool!" Quickly she presses the button for the intercom "My vote is with Glory! This ship is the best."

"You lot always make so much noise, we can hear you from all the way down at the entry ramp!"[b] Keskodai sounds a little irritated for a moment before he also joins in thestrange naming ceremony.

[b]"Anyway, i think Glory is a good name, as i don't think any vessel with Quig inside will ever be silent!"

Keskodai takes the time to work out where everything on the bridge is located. Science station, secondary gunnery stations, communications panels and finally he checks how comfy the captain's chair is.

"This seat has been very well padded, and look it even has some screens and buttons nearby too for some remote system access. This is nothing like the Shirren ships i have been on before, it is much less... organic looking.".

Quig looks up at Raia: "You are right. She only met me, and will not want to show to all that she already admires me so much she'd want the ship named after me. It would make her old friends jealous...".

Luwazi smiles at Keskodai. "Yes, this will be the ship's maiden voyage. As you see, we want you to succeed."

She watches in an amused manner as you all try out the various parts of the ship until Obozaya punches in the intercom button. "You will be fixing that..." she glances at Quig with a raised eyebrow. "Am I correct?"

"Glory sounds like a fine name!" She raises a glass of champagne* and toasts. "To the Glory and her first mission! May our alliance be blessed with success, and lead to many other missions! To the Glory!"

It is a fine sparkling wine, crisp and bubbly.

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* This is of course an inter-planar vintage, made in accordance with Comité Interprofessionnel du vin de Champagne regulations. We know where Earth is... It's only Golarian that is missing.

Raia somehow manages to tear herself away from all the toys in the lab to grab a glass of champagne and join in the toast "To the Glory!" She takes a large sip and immediately hiccups "Oh, my... That is very bubbly..." She turns around to see if Iseph is anywhere near and shouts out "Iseph, have you ever tried champagne before? Come try some, it really is very nice!" Returning her attention to Luwazi, Raia smiles, deeply overjoyed by the way this contract is turning out "Here's to a long a glorious partnership!"

Altronius, for social convention, sips lightly his tongue into the champagne.

"Yes. This champagne is quite good.

You have a fine party, with many glasses of that delightful champagne.

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The next morning, you leave bright and early, even if some of you might be slightly hungover from the previous night's indulgences.

Luwazi helps with the last load out of supplies, double-checking each piece of equipment. "It's only a few standard travel days, in-system, to Varos. While the drift engine is in full working order, I don't advise risking drift complications for a trip confined to the Solar System. When you head out to Salvation's End you can use those engines then if you wish. Any final questions?"

I think we have what we need, thank you Luwazi. Obozaya says respectfully. If we have need to contact you during the mission, may we do so? she asks.

Raia, though acting slightly slower than normal and sporting a somewhat fashionable pair of sunglasses, seems to have escaped the night without too many ill effects "Oh, actually I do just have one last, quick question. These missing spacecraft we're 'investigating'... Are they real or just part of the cover?"

Engineering: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
I imagine that what I wish to do below is fine w. a DC20, but tell me if not

The next morning, as we all are about to leave, you notice that the intercom some person (some Vesk person!) pushed through the panel, has been repaired.
And that clear see-through rubber protections have been added, so the buttons may be pressed without fear of breaking them.

You will also notice, that while Quig helps everyone and Luwazi load supplies, he sometimes gets a bit thirsty, and pulls the champagne bottle from the previous night, out from his cheek pouch, pulls the cork out, takes a swig of the water he's put in the bottle, and then rams the cork back in and the bottle back in his pouch.

Kekodai takes a glass of the bubbly drink he's offered and tastes it. His antennae twitch a little in reaction to the combination of the flavour and the bubbles.

"This must be a human drink. They do seem to like putting bubbles in their beverages. It has a very unique tingle as it goes down.". He tries another mouthful and his antennae twitch again. "Yes i believe i don't like this drink, but drinking it was certainly an experience, thank you." he says cheerfully as he hands the glass back to the person who served him.

The next morning once everyone has gathered up.

"Good morning everyone! Thank you for your hospitality Luwazi Elsebo." says Keskodai with a slight bow.

He looks around the room at his team and can't help but take in everyone's general mood with his Shirren psychic abilities.

Quig is very excited again, even more so than usual. I bet he cannot wait to tinker with the Glory's engines. Iseph is hard to read, is he.. anxious, happy.. I will ask him later. Raia seems in a good mood bu seems to be in a little pain. Maybe she slept badly last night? Obo seems impatient. Probably wants to test out the ships weapons while we travel. Altronius seems very focused like the start of most missions. I'm sure he will settle once we're traveling.

"I found our accommodation very comfortable to rest in but i'm looking forward to leaving on our mission. Are you all ready to depart?. His excitement is clear, even to people who find Shirren body language hard to read.

As the Toasting happens Iseph disembarks the ship to partake of this Champagne. Taking a sip he gags slightly "Wow... umm... Well that was interesting thank you for the opportunity to try something like this." Shaking his head he returns the glass to the table "Alright!! I'm ready to party!"

The next morning

Wearily getting out of his sleeping quarters Iseph semi-stumbles his way towards the helm. "Holy Crap what was in those drinks? I think I lost count after the first three." Plopping into the pilots seat he begins a diagnostic of the flight systems.

Pilot: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Satisfied with the results and the ships sound
"Alright Cap'm looks like were all 'ship shape' and ready for takeoff on your call."

Altronus retires for the night early. It could be the champagne but during the party he called Elsebo "Gazebo".

In the morning, the solarian does his morning méditation and wraps in a orderly fashion the last supplies for the road.

"Good morning Iseph. I could tell you exactly what is champagne... But that wouldn't be the answer you want."

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Before you leave

Luwazi answers Obozaya's question about communications seriously. "Of course you can contact me for further clarifications and questions -- discreetly -- while you are on Varos. However, once you're out system, you'll be on your own for a bit. There's no good drift beacon near Salvation's End, so communications travel with ship speed."

"As for the missing spacecraft... They're cover, though based in a partial truth. Some of the vessels are very close to ones that we lost in the Scoured Stars Incident. At least one of the fictitious vessels matches the description of an exploration vessel that went missing* a while ago. Sometimes the best covers are full of truths gathered from elsewhere."

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After you take off

It takes you three days of travel to Varos, and your flight is enjoyable. Quig has explored the innards of all your equipment and rebuilt it four times. Raia has lost herself in the science lab. Most of you have enjoyed the views out the windows, and Iseph has enjoyed the maneuverability of the Glory's helm. Before you know it, you're in orbit over Varos, approaching the "Sauna", a bizarre looking organic structure high above the steamy moon's surface. Even from a distance, you can see the walls moving and pulsating.

Your com unit crackles. "Sentients, you are approaching the Sauna. Only authorized personnel may proceed beyond this point. Please identify yourselves and state your business with our facility."

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* Maybe if you play another SFS adventure, you'll even find more about that missing vessel... Dun dun dun!

Tell 'em, Captain. Obo says, reclining in her gunnery position. The flight had been pleasant for the most part but the Vesk as she did before battle for some reason, impatient.

Perhaps it is just because she is with a largely untested crew on an untested ship. Maybe it was that their cover would be blown and they may have to fight their way out, or even that this whole moon scenario was just a waste of time. Still, future contact with the Starfinder Society would be reason enough to see it through.

She grabs her doshko and unplugs the batteries, checks the primers and the contacts, ensuring everything is clean and in working order.

Quig was busy "talking" with Scout: "No, it's not that I do not trust you, it's just that I cannot install a Drift engine on you--", when the incoming message crackled, making the Yoski jump up with a start, and his head: "Ouch!".

Raia jumps as the comm crackles to life, absorbed as she was in her experiments. She'd spent most of the journey in the lab excitedly trying out all the new equipment and, short of any real material to study, is currently in the middle analysing some of Quigs fur for cleanliness in an effort to stop the nightmares about a certain brush.

After removing her safety glasses, Raia quickly jogs to her station on the bridge and swings into her chair "This is it!" She then starts tapping away at her panel, sending all the relevant information about Livewire and their request to speak to her on behalf of anonymous employers straight to Keskodai's finger... err, claw-tips "You've got this, Cap!"

Diplomacy, Aid another|10: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
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Possibly a bit early for diplomacy, but I can never tell. It's there if you need it. ;)

Keskodai stands from the captain's chair and adjusts his clothing before pressing the 'talk' button on the comms device.

"Good day to you Sauna staff. My name is Keskodai. Me and my crewmates are investigators here on an official mission from our corporate employers. It's a very sensitive case, so is it possible to speak to someone in charge to discuss arranging an interview with someone here in your custody, please?"

Keskodai keeps his voice friendly while trying to sound important enough to need to speak to someone in charge.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 I've added a diplomacy roll in too for when it's needed.

"Let me patch you through to the warden," the calm voice states. "He handles all such requests."

There's a moment's silence, and then...

"Oh... you're investigators?" A low yet burbly voice on the intercomm pitches up with excitement. "From what corporation? Oh, we'll have to talk in person, and you can tell me all about your case!" A big fleshy protrudance extends towards you from the pulsating walls of the Sauna complex. "If you'll just proceed to floating landing pad in front of you, we can talk!"

Then the calm voice returns. "Please leave all armaments and contraband, including food, on your own ship. I am sending your computers the exact coordinates of the landing pad so you may dock."

Quig's whiskers stand out bristle-stiff, as he thinks: "No food?!"...

"Well, that's the first step done. Nice work, Cap!" Raia says as she gets out of her chair and makes her way to the window for a better view of the sauna's strange architecture "But I don't like the idea of going in unarmed..." She shrugs "The warden sounds friendly enough though, so I'm sure everything will be fine."

She returns to her room and empties her pockets of Triaxian protean pops I'll be seeing you again later before stowing away her gun and generally getting herself ready for a jaunt off ship. She pops her head out the room a few moments later and shouts down the corridor "You don't think my tool belt counts as contraband, do you?"

Quig, are you going to be sneaking food in those cute little cheek pouches of yours?

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Raia looks over the rules on Contraband forwarded by the Sauna.

Thank you for visiting the Sauna, and for keeping our residents productive and safe! Please no armaments, food, perfumes, hygiene products or sharp objects. Work tools must be registered with the main office. Sauna officials reserve the right to inventory what you bring in and make certain that all effects are still on you when you leave. Credsticks are always allowed into our complex. Consider making a donation to our excellent rehabilitation programs!

We keep our facility state-of-the-art with Brethedan organic technology! The atmosphere is breathable for all our residents, whether those from the rocky inner worlds, or those from our cloud-surfing neighbors. Enjoy an invigorating sweat in Sauna's sultry climate, where it's never too cold and never too dry!

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Thanks to Iseph's awesome piloting skills, you land safely on the pad. An organic bridge extends towards your ship. As you disembark, you notice two things. First, you are blasted by unbearably humid air -- over 120 degrees F, or 48 degrees C. Although your suits protect you from the worst of it, you can still feel the heat and dampness. Second, the bridge squishes and squirms under your feet as you walk.

Squish. Squish.

It's like walking on a giant tongue.

A trio of floating creatures that look a bit like a cross between shell-less shrimp and jellyfish float before you. [SLIDE TWO] They wave their tentacles at you and beckon you to follow.

Not even perfume! What sort of place is this?

Raia is just about to complain about the wave of hot, humid air that hits her as soon as the airlock opens, but all is forgotten as soon as she steps on the floor "Eew... that's so gross..." She laughs and squishes around in a tight circle, before bending down to poke at the floor "Do you think it can feel us? Like the whole complex is a single organism?"

Noticing the creatures waving their tentacles, Raia gets up and waves back "Time to turn on the charm, guys." She straightens up, smiles, and waits for everyone to disembark.

Life Science, Identify creature: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24
Life Science, Identify tongue bridge: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

I am the embodiment of charm. Obozaya reassures her companions, cracking her knuckles as she does so.

The lack of armaments didn't bother her. Her kind was known to be able to tear enemies apart with their bare hands should the need arise.

She curls a lip in distaste as she steps off the ship onto the bridge however, as her boots sink into the fleshy surface and she is reminded of the puddle of drool Quig left behind.

Raia winces as Obo cracks her knuckles "Yes, dear, but these people seem... squishier than most. Please try not be too charming while we're here."

Having placed his explosives, weapons, and pointy objects in a locked box, Quig works away to dismount the automatic pistol from Scout, you see that he is deeply distraught: "No, Scout, no... no weapons, I understand. No food? That's crazy... but... but...", and Quig drops his tools and starts wiping his tear filled eyes: "No hygiene products?!".
He stammers, and pulls out his cherished rat-hair-filled old brush, from his cheek pouch.
Suddenly, wiping away his tears, he jumps up, and, shaking his dirty hygiene kit at the screen where Sauna can be seen, he yells out: ""I'll give you my brush when you pry it from my cold, dead paws!", and stuffs it deep into cheeks pouches.

Raia recognizes the floating creatures as Barathus, a race of floating, gelatinous creatures native to Bretheda. They are capable of rewriting their own DNA, making them extremely flexible and adaptable. Their ability to reconfigure their fundamental biological structures allows Brethedans to produce custom materials from their own bodies. Such creations can range from simple tools to complex viral and chemical creations. The more Raia looks around the Sauna complex, the more convinced she becomes that it is made out of the same gelatinous structures as the Barathus.

Keskodai removes any contraband items from his gear and locks them away in his room where he thinks that Quig won't be able to find them.

You can never be too safe when there are grabby ratty hands around.

Keskodai finds the heat a nice change from the temperate artificial climate he's got used to aboard Absolom Station and the Glory, though he's very glad of the heat protection provided by his defrex hide armoured space suit.

"Good day fellow sentients, I am Keskodai and this is the crew of Glory." he says as he sweeps his hand to encompass the rest of the group."We're here to speak with the warden. We were just invited to dock and meet with them in person."

life science, identify creatures: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Obozaya leans down and Raia and whispers;

So is this entire place alive? she asks. Are the prisoners here held in some kind of giant organism? And are we walking straight into it's mouth? she thinks for a moment and grimaces. I hope this is it's mouth anyway...

Raia whispers back "I don't know if it's really alive, alive, but I know that Barathus are able to grow tools and stuff from their own bodies." She pauses a moment to let that sink in "Think about it. Whenever you lose your tools, you can just pop out a few more!" Her voice raises slightly in excitement, but she catches herself and continues in a whisper "Well, anyway, I think this whole place was produced the same way. Fascinating isn't it!" Grinning from ear to ear, Raia looks at the ground again and gives it one more squish with her foot "Mouth or not, I can't wait to see inside!"