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Ever since the Scoured Stars incident, the Starfinder Academy has been running ragged, hurriedly training recruits and preparing them for graduation.
The ceremony has just completed, and the six of you have been summoned to meet Guidance, the AI comprising the compiled intelligence of Starfnder personalities. All graduating Starfinders undergo this second, more personal ceremony in small groups within a few days after graduating. Your Commencement will be at 0900 hours at the Lorespire Complex.
As the doors to the Lorespire Complex slide open, a green holographic image of a middle-aged human woman shimmers into view at the center of the room. “Greetings,” it says in a warm, neutral tone. “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.”
As part of the PCs’ induction into the Starfnder Society, they can accept a permanent augmentation into one of their hands or appendages. This graft is free and the PCs retain it beyond this scenario, as detailed on the Chronicle sheet.
SOCIETY SUBDERMAL GRAFT
SYSTEM
Hand
MODEL LEVEL PRICE
Single 1 150
This implant rests underneath the skin of the palm of one hand, or at the end of a tentacle or similar appendage in species that lack hands. The augmentation can be activated 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.
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"Hiya, doll. Listen, if it's all the same to you, how about we don't publish my name as a recent graduate. The last thing I need is those nutters on Verces seeing my name and deciding to make my life interesting again." A Ysoki with black and white fur patterns steps up and returns the cheek swab. Then he submits his hand for the subdermal graft.
He stares at the implant, activating it and squinting at the light given off. "Well, there we go. No going back now." He looks back at Guidance. "I'm all yours sweetheart. Name's Itch. Looks like I'm going in to PI work. You need someone to ferret out the truth, I'm your guy."
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The green-clad kasathan soldier moved forward into the room with heightened interest. This day he was officially a Starfinder!
Raster moved quickly to use the cheek swab, then placed his hand on the panel to receive his implant. He was proud to be a Starfinder, and wondered at the desire of the ysoki to remain anonymous.
"I am surprised that you do not wish to be noted, ysoki. I am honored to have the name of Rastar bin Vladalia Restmina of Clan Corsova Kree counted among the Starfinders, and hope that one day my name shall be listed amongst the greatest of the Society! "
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"I agree with the Yoski." A tall, lean Lashunta rasped out loud in a voice that seemed fairly unused. "I have some baggage I would rather leave behind." he was wearing grease covered overalls laden with belts and packs containing various gleaming tools. A black canvas pack hung from his back and dirty work boots covered his feet.
The Lashunta tapped a staccato rhythm onto a wrist control pad and a little hover drone floated silently over to the receptacle to retrieve a swab before returning to it's controller. Idomyll took the implement from the drone and swabbed the inside of his cheek. A few clicks more and the little drone returned the sample.
"Name's Idomyll, I do machines." the Lashunta intoned to the gathered sapiens. His disembodied voice much stronger and more confident then his natural one. He reached out his hand to accept the sub-dermal implant and winced at the sharp pinch that penetrated his skin. Rubbing his hand he waited for the assembled beings to do likewise.
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A short, slightly built human with a shaved head is next in line for the swab and implant. "LolaRuby, no other 'nym. Itch, you're supposed to change your name before you join, so that doesn't happen. Let me know if you need some help, ah, cleaning up your history. I'm betting Idomyll has the skills as well."
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"I find it a little... uh... worrysome we're going to be traveling with people who can't use their ...uh dangnabit what's that word... ...moniker eh, that works in public." says a tall and imposing human with deep chocolate skin, as she eyes the ysoki suspiciously. "I know my folks back... uh where I come from, are looking forward to showing it off to everyone!"
She catches sight of the lashunta in the greasy clothes and then quickly double checks she did wear her best outfit, which so happens to be a preacher's vestments with the Dawnflower's symbol blazon across the front. She gives a small mental sigh of relief, before heft the backpack she carried into the room to the ground and double checks he rifle and baton are in place.
She then moves over to the swab station and quickly swabs her mouth, dropping the swab off in the receptacle. She moves over the grat implanter and places her hand over the device. With a slight wince at the unexpected pain, she heads over to everyone else. She reaches out with her left hand, not wanting to use th still tender right and gives everyone a hand shake. "Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you! Well, most of you... The name that was the word! is Radiance... Radiance... Dangit not now! uhhhh D-Y-S-N-O-M-I-Y-A."
With LolaRuby's comments, Raidance's eyes widen in shock. "Burning Sarenrae! That sounds even more... ahh.... disreputable than not publishing your name! Just who am I being paired with?"
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"Oh no, no, no. Operating under a pseudonym is a time-honored tradition among the kasatha. In fact, for those that leave their clans to strike out on their own, forging their own traditions, it is quite common. It does not tie the family to the deeds - or misdeeds - of the one, and allows him or her to truly define themselves. It is not common, though. And there are many reasons, I suppose, why you would not want your name shouted from the heavens. Some of them may even not be shady."
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Finally, another ysoki saunters into the briefing hall. Speck is covered with rather nondescript brown fur. In fact, it can be rather patchy at places, but he makes no real attempt to hide whatever is exposed beyond his second skin armor. Exposed across his forehead and down his right eye is a cybernetic implant but what exactly it does is not immediately clear. Interesting, across his neck hangs a wood-carved holy symbol of Weydan.
He is tapping away on a small device as he enters, not really paying much attention to the conversations. Finally, he shuts it off. Tapping a particular sequence across his left forearrm, a small compartment is revealed where he stows the device, before looking around.
"What's this I hear about a free implant?" he asks eagerly, sticking his right hand into the device. Once the procedure is down, he extracts his palm and admires it as he repeatedly activates and deactivates the subdermal augmentation. He keeps doing this as he absent-mindedly contributes his check swabs.
Only then does he finally turn to the rest. "Good day to you all," he calls out in a friendly manner with a faint of a smirk across. "Name's Speck, Speck Zezener but no one calls me by my full name. So please don't start. What's this I hear about a fellow Vercite, sounds like termite?" He grins at Itch. "Guess you didn't have such a good time yourself back in our beloved homeworld, ey?"
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“Worry not,” Guidance replies to those expressing concern. “The files of the Starfinder Society are private, encrypted, and on a need-to-know basis only. This implant will prove your affiliation only if you choose to reveal it.”
“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 Starfnder 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.”
On your personal communications devices a sound or vibration indicates a new file transferred to you.
Click here for the handout/maps slides.
have taken advantage of the station’s Starstone core—a mystical device that allows for quick travel through the Drift back to Absalom Station. The ships of this fleet are increasingly at risk of bringing back undetected alien life, simply because the policing Stewards lack the numbers to search every orbiting ship.
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Rastar wasn't too good with remembering details, but he had enough interest in the Starfinders and Absalom Station to know most of the local layout.
"I don't know what each of you are after, but improving my reputation in the Exo-Guardians is a primary goal for me. I am, of course, happy to assist the other factions of the Society as well."
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Personal comm units are common, inexpensive devices that are capable of communicating with each other on a single planet or between ships orbiting a given world. Small enough to be carried in a pocket, they also come automatically integrated into all armor of 1st level or higher.
Speck immediately whips out his computer from the compartment on his forearm to read the message. "Hmm, nothing from the Second Seekers, ey. Oh well. Then just lead on, whomever you wanna link up with. Doesn't hurt to meet the other faction leaders."
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LolaRuby's eyes unfocus for a moment. "Got the file, thanks. Give me a sec to grab my gear and we can go. Where to first? It's all the same to me."
"At least we'll get a decent welcome as Starfinders here. That's a change for some of us, I'm thinking."
Eh, nothing important. Not as though Starfinders are going to have anything to do with junk racing or music.
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Itch's nose and whiskers twitch as Speck mentions Verces. "Lies, I tell you. Don't believe a damn word they say about me." He scratches his nose.
Itch nods to Rastar. "Might as well work our your jonesing to meet this Exo-whatever leader. 'Best defense is a strong offense' is a good rule in my book."
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"Oh no, no, no. Operating under a pseudonym is a time-honored tradition among the kasatha. In fact, for those that leave their clans to strike out on their own, forging their own traditions, it is quite common. It does not tie the family to the deeds - or misdeeds - of the one, and allows him or her to truly define themselves. It is not common, though. And there are many reasons, I suppose, why you would not want your name shouted from the heavens. Some of them may even not be shady."
Dysnomia gives Rastar a slightly disappointed, but resigned, look that he misinterpreted her words. "Oh, I have no problems with the kasathan pratice or any place where uhh, replacement names are needed for privacy's sake. But trying to get rid of your past or using it to cover transgressions is uhhh.... what I have problems with!"
"Let's just say that a lack of powerful enemies is a privilege not all of us have enjoyed."
With a slightly worried look, Dysnomia counters the words with, "What were you doing to make powerful enemies in the first place?"
"Guess you didn't have such a good time yourself back in our beloved homeworld, ey?"
"Argh, Is everyone here a former criminal? Gods!"
Glad to have something to distract from the corrupting of her vision of the Starfinders, Dysnomia whips out her comms unit from her vesttaments, and reads the data on it. Wit some time to breathe, she settles down, comming to terms with the revelation.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try working with you. Sarenrae does tell us to try redeem people if we can." She gives everyone a nod and before changing the subject. "I agree! I'd love to meet the leader of the Brave Exo-Guardians and see what we can do to help!"
She smiles slightly at Itch's idiom, "I guess there's something we agree on. The best defense is a good offense, except for on solar exploratory vessels where plating is more important than shooting."
"Well, then shall we go? I still don't quite trust you, but the Society seems to so I'll set it aside for now!"
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The communication you've received indicates that the Exoguardians currently have no headquarters. The leader, Zigvigix, lives in the poor but trendy neighborhood of Downlow, in the lower regions of the station. Leaving the Lorespire complex, the group of you summon an autocab using your comm units, and amuse yourselves watching a news broadcast on a screen as it silently drives to your destination. Just as the news anchor, a pink-skinned gnome, is winding up a story about the hotly anticipated new album by Strawberry Machine Cake, Star Sugar Heartlove!!!, the computer announces your arrival.
Garbage litters the ground around the district’s largest art park—a cement lot flled with undulating metal sculptures and covered in grafti of grotesquely adorable creatures. The sounds of music and chatter drift over from the nearby clubs, chronically interrupted by the roar of the local gangsters’ engines. A heavily augmented host shirren is sitting on one of the park benches, eating a simple meal of cold grub-noodles and rice candy. Their antennae perk up at the tremor of approaching footsteps. “Welcome, new Starfinders! And congratulations!” the shirren’s voice telepathically projects. “My speech-name is Zigvigix, but feel free to call me Ziggy, if that would be easier for you. Have some rice candy to celebrate your graduation! Today is your big day!
“When you are ready, I have two assignments I could use assistance with. The frst is to help me secure a new headquarters on Absalom Station. I’ve been in talks with our station’s protectors, the Stewards, and they were kind enough to give us ownership of a warehouse here in Downlow for that purpose! The current owners no longer want it because a vicious alien took it over and kills anyone who goes inside. Once the alien is gone and the warehouse cargo has been returned to its owners, we can start installing desks and computers, so please go in and incinerate the creature!”
Ziggy stretches one of their arms, showing their joints seem somewhat stiff.
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Itch flicks his ears back and forth as the Shirren is communicating telepathically. Then he draws his pistol, checks ammunition, and then holsters it again. "Sounds simple enough. Locate this dangerous alien and eliminate it. Not a subtle job, but occasionally it's nice to have something straight forward. But you said there were two assignments. What's the second?"
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Radiance blinks at the man as he stands up, not quite expecting the leader of THE exo-guardians to be in such a state. She takes a rice candy and starts sucking on it as she contemplates just how bad the Scoured Stars had hurt the Society. She listens to the introduction of the mission, and nods. "So we need to clear this warehouse out? Sounds readily accomplished! Any clues on what we are going to be incinerating?"
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"Zivigix, I also would be interested in hearing more information about this creature we are supposed to be handling. Is it humanoid? Does it fire exploding spines from a dorsal launcher? What?
"I heard something about this, I think. If I remember correctly there was something about a security guard being impaled by a harpoon projectile. So you might not be far wrong." Idomyll's disembodied voice intoned to Rastar.
The mechanic turned his attention back toward Zivigix. He thought-spoke "I am not much of a combatant but I suppose there is enough of us here to deal with one beast. Is there a bonus if we manage to capture it alive?"
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Ziggy responds to Radiance and Rastar, "I believe the creature is a feather stalker, a predator far more unpleasant than its name implies. As far as the Stewards have been able to piece together, a two-bit crime lord illegally imported the creature, and the beast promptly ate him. I have some holorecordings of the incident taken off the station’s security cameras.."
Ziggy then holds up their datapad and plays a video. It is uncomfortably graphic: the creature is a large black-and-white mess made up of long feathery appendages and little else. These appendages strike out as whips or spears, slicing and stabbing the stewards mercilessly.
"Don't bother keeping it alive. Biosecurity protocols would require it to be destroyed anyway. Who knows if it's capable of parthenogenesis? There could be dozens of these in a week."
Ziggy shifts uncomfortably again. You recall hearing that they suffered an injury recently, just before the Scoured Stars incident, leaving them out of the battle and probably saving their life.
“My second assignment...” Zigvigix twitches their tooth barbs for a moment and then holds out a credstick. “I apologize that this is a rather mundane request. Please buy the brand-new Strawberry Machine Cake album which is out today, and give it to Historia-7 when you see her. She is the head of the Dataphiles, so you should meet her today! I wish to do it myself, but lately I... I am having trouble standing for long periods of time. Thank you very much!”
Reading Shirren body language is a little difficult for other species, but Ziggy seems perhaps a bit embarrassed by their request.
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"Buy a music album? Sure, why not? It's not as if we won't need some down time after killing a rampaging feather death beast. If there's nothing else...?"
Rastar was a little disappointed, but struggled not to let it show. He had been waiting to meet the leader of the Exo-Guardians for weeks now, and this is what he finds? True, the shirren was suffering some kind of debilitating injury, but Rastar had expected...what? Something more, certainly. Perhaps this was but the first test. Yes, that was it. Some mundane task to see how they performed as a team, with more important missions coming later. And let's not forget that tehre really is a rampaging monster to deal with.
Assuming Ziggy has no other information to offer, Rastar takes the credstick with a quarter-bow and a semi-formal lasvit, and leads the way to the warehouse.
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"No, that's it. Historia-7 has seemed, well... down, lately, after losing her mentor, Historia-6, in the Scoured Stars. I was hoping that some cheerful sugar-pop might cheer her up. I especially feel happy whenever I listen to 'The Out-of-pocket Prince'. I'll have to wait until the album gets released digitally, I'm afraid, since with this injury I just can't handle the line. If any of you have the credits, this would be a fantastic opportunity to get the album for yourself, as well."
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Itch feels his nose twitch as Ziggy talks about the album. He knew that feeling. He scratches his nose thinking about what the Shirren wasn't telling them. In cases like this wasn't a lie per se, but his nose still knew when someone was hiding something. A nose for the truth was useful as an investigator, but sometimes discretion was needed on when to confront people with the truth. After Verces, Itch was learning that he needed to take better stock on what might push someone over the edge. I'll keep quiet for now but maybe we can buy him one later.
"Sound easy enough. Let's deal with this feather boa creature first though."
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"Let's just say that a lack of powerful enemies is a privilege not all of us have enjoyed."With a slightly worried look, Dysnomia counters the words with, "What were you doing to make powerful enemies in the first place?"
The smaller woman gives Dysnomia an icy glare. "Excuse me. It almost sounds as though you're blaming *me* for the actions of others. That wasn't really what you meant, was it?"
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"Argh, Is everyone here a former criminal? Gods!"
Speck's right eyebrow shoots up, and he looks as if to correct her, but with a wry smile, settles down again.
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Speck grabs the rice candy and munches into it gleefully. It seems that he does have some manners, for he doesn't speak while his mouth is full, merely listening in on the exchange with the Exo-Guardian faction leader.
He hops closer to the video to study the exotic beast.
"So, this Historia-7, she's someone special to you, huh!"
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By carefully analyzing the video, Speck is able to come to certain conclusions about the feather stalker. The laser weapons used by the guards appear to be less effective than he would expect them to be, and as they begin attacking it, it appears to manifest some kind of energy shield that rebounds a powerful reaction cannon attack back against the one who fired it.
"Oh, uh, she's a friend, you know?" Ziggy says vaguely, crossing his arms. "You'd better get going, if you want to take this beast on and still get to the lines in time to get an album. Or, on the other hand, it doesn't seem like the creature is leaving. It seems to be making a nest. You could go get an album and then fight it."
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The smaller woman gives Dysnomia an icy glare. "Excuse me. It almost sounds as though you're blaming *me* for the actions of others. That wasn't really what you meant, was it?""Let's just say that a lack of powerful enemies is a privilege not all of us have enjoyed."With a slightly worried look, Dysnomia counters the words with, "What were you doing to make powerful enemies in the first place?"
Radiance counters with her own icy stare, not to be out intimidated. "To a degree. Cause and uhhhh... effect; I doubt you made 'powerful enemies' by sitting still and doing nothing. If you commit a crime, you can expect the.... uh St... government to try arrest you, If you cross a crime... uh... lord you can expect them to try kill you. If you banish a.... demon you can expect them to try and.... extract revenge. I doubt you're purely innocent. If you are though, I apologize."
Radiance watches the screen of the device for a second, wondering just what weapons the men are using that are so ineffective, before glancing up and catching sight of Ziggy's face.
She'd meet enough shirrens and seen enough shirren romance holomovies to see what's going on. He totally likes this Historia-7! How sweet! I kinda want to meet her now... But as the topic turns back to the 'feather boa' as Itch aptly put it, she frowns. "I say let's get the dangerous and deadly .....creature taken care of first, lest someone ...uh... enters the place, or worst, it ... goes hunting."
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"Woah, if you fellas have any weapons non-laser in nature, now might be a good time to pull it out. Seems like the critter's got some defence against that. And oh my! Look! It can reflect attacks back! Is it too late to back out?" Despite his words though, Speck's is studying the video closely, clearly eager to meet this interesting specimen.
"Well, me mom (Weydan bless her soul) always said work first before play. Hmm, actually, she never said that. But if she was a typical mother, I'm sure she would've. So let's go after the beast first, yeah?"
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Radiance counters with her own icy stare, not to be out intimidated. "To a degree. Cause and uhhhh... effect; I doubt you made 'powerful enemies' by sitting still and doing nothing. If you commit a crime, you can expect the.... uh St... government to try arrest you, If you cross a crime... uh... lord you can expect them to try kill you. If you banish a.... demon you can expect them to try and.... extract revenge. I doubt you're purely innocent. If you are though, I apologize."
Itch looks back at the woman. "True to a point. Sometimes people get caught up in events they didn't intend or never had reason to believe would go that way. And sometimes you need people who have a flexible view of the rules to help those people out. Help somebody out of a jam that maybe they caused, but it still ain't there fault. Know what I mean?"
He scratches his nose. "I got a nose for the truth, but sometimes pursuing that can get you cross-wise with a lot of people. Don't mean it ain't worth doing sometimes, but sometimes you gotta know to leave well enough alone too."
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Radiance counters with her own icy stare, not to be out intimidated. "To a degree. Cause and uhhhh... effect; I doubt you made 'powerful enemies' by sitting still and doing nothing. If you commit a crime, you can expect the.... uh St... government to try arrest you, If you cross a crime... uh... lord you can expect them to try kill you. If you banish a.... demon you can expect them to try and.... extract revenge. I doubt you're purely innocent. If you are though, I apologize."
"Your privilege is showing again. Someday, if you are very unlucky, you may find out how easy it is to make an enemy just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the meantime, there's this thing called 'empathy.' I recommend it.
"Now, our creature. I've got a shock weapon and a couple of grenades. Was there anything on that vid showing how the thing dealt with sophonts getting up close and personal on it?"
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Itch looks back at the woman. "True to a point. Sometimes people get caught up in events they didn't intend or never had reason to believe would go that way. And sometimes you need people who have a flexible view of the rules to help those people out. Help somebody out of a jam that maybe they caused, but it still ain't there fault. Know what I mean?"
He scratches his nose. "I got a nose for the truth, but sometimes pursuing that can get you cross-wise with a lot of people. Don't mean it ain't worth doing sometimes, but sometimes you gotta know to leave well enough alone too."
Radiance stops and processes the words Itch is saying for a second, before slowly nodding. "I think I get what you're saying. You break the .... rules to help people who can't be ....saved inside the ...rules? And you're an ....inv.... person who searches for things?"
"Your privilege is showing again. Someday, if you are very unlucky, you may find out how easy it is to make an enemy just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the meantime, there's this thing called 'empathy.' I recommend it.
Radiance visibly bristles at Lola's words initially, "I can be empathetic!" But as she thinks about what Itch was saying she settles down some and takes a deep breath. "Wait, is that what happened to you? Were you.... 'in the wrong place at the wrong time'?
Can I ask what happened?""Now, our creature. I've got a shock weapon and a couple of grenades. Was there anything on that vid showing how the thing dealt with sophonts getting up close and personal on it?"
Radiance gives a nod. "I've got a laser based weapon, but I can call on the divine power of Sarenrae to help push through, as well as cast a few spells!"
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"Your privilege is showing again. Someday, if you are very unlucky, you may find out how easy it is to make an enemy just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the meantime, there's this thing called 'empathy.' I recommend it.Radiance visibly bristles at Lola's words initially, "I can be empathetic!" But as she thinks about what Itch was saying she settles down some and takes a deep breath. "Wait, is that what happened to you? Were you.... 'in the wrong place at the wrong time'?
Can I ask what happened?"
Lola relaxes a bit and smiles wryly. "Yeah, but I haven't had enough to drink for that conversation, and getting unwound on the job is a bad idea. Later, maybe."
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"Well I am glad you ladies sorted that out. The building tension wasn't awkward at all." Idomyll rasped. "Gilrynth and I both use good old fashioned analog cartridges. Little bit of chemical propellant mixed with a dense metal and BOOM! non-laser extensive cavitation." he indicated the little drone with a nod as he spoke.
Taking a deep breath Idomyll continued, switching to mental communication "I am not sure if our solid projectiles will have any effect. Maybe we should get a flamethrower?"
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The team travels to the warehouse, and enter cautiously, weapons ready. At first glance, no sign of the feather stalker is apparent. As station security allowed them past the barriers set up around the perimeter, one of the guards said, "Good luck, let us know if you're in need of help."
The warehouse is dimly lit and creepy. The main doors were forced open and are off their tracks slightly, making them impossible to close. The ceiling is 30 feet high, and a catwalk runs 15 feet above the floor. Crates, about 5 foot cubes, are in ordered rows along the floor, except one has been dragged out from the arrangement and ripped open, forming a pile of junk in the middle of the space. You can see what looks like a pit off to one side, and a scaffolding that is also full of crates.
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Lola relaxes a bit and smiles wryly. "Yeah, but I haven't had enough to drink for that conversation, and getting unwound on the job is a bad idea. Later, maybe."
Smiling at finally seeing the human side of Lola, Radiance gives a nod. "Okay, later. I'll treat you! ...assuming we get paid after this. You don't like expensive drinks do you? Or drink lots?"
Radiance walks into the room getting a good look around, half looking for the feather boa and half curious what a 'illegal smuggler's' warehouse looks like. She gets disappointed when she doesn't find anything unusual. Thinking there might be something in one of the crates she pokes her nose into one.
When she finishes with the crate she heads up the catwalk deciding the vantage point would be nice to have. Almost as an after thought she performs a small holy gesture of Sarenrae and snaps her fingers, he laser rifle appearing in her hands.
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Rastar moved ahead, pistol in one hand and hammer in another. He scanned the interior of the warehouse, really wishing he had had enough credits to upgrade the sensors on his armor. He pulled a flashlight from his belt with his lower left arm and panned it about the warehouse, keeping his pistol in line with the beam.
"The lighting in here is horrific. Watch for the creature. Use the cover that is provided. We really don't want to end up pinned to the floor like those people in the video."
The kasathan bounty hunter followed his own advice, using some nearby crates as cover as he advanced.