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A Starfinder Society Scenario designed for levels 1–4.
Although the Society was unaware of what existed within the false moon Salvation's End when it obtained exploration rights, Starfinders have since identified a vast, uncharted megacomplex within. The Society's ready to launch its first major expedition into the interior, yet there is one slight complication: in order to fund its initial survey missions, the Society accepted a grant that requires this first mission be televised by an Eoxian reality show. What is already be a momentous mission for the Society is only exacerbated by the mandatory presence of an unliving camera crew—not to mention the interference of the live studio audience in orbit! Can the PCs uncover the secrets of Salvation's End while upholding the Society's publicity deal (perhaps becoming celebrities in the process)?
Content in Live Exploration Extreme! is a continuation of the Starfinder Society special, Starfinder Society #1–00: Claim to Salvation.
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Having arrived rather early, a young human girl of about 15 years of age sits on a table, kicking her feet as she reads her datapad with one hand and nurses a can of something fizzy with the other. She hums to herself and idly takes a sip from the can (a single serving of 'Zo! Refreshing!', a Zo! branded soft drink), before making a disgusted expression and setting the drink aside. As she moves, her long braid of elaborately be-ribboned turquoise hair swings from side to side. She wears a rose colored blouse covered in ribbons and impractical frills, at least some of them holographic, and a set of bright crimson skirt and shorts.
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Several minutes after Lynn's agitated reaction a young, white furred Ysoki wanders into the room as a rather stark contrast to the human looking girl. She's wearing loose, old military attire similar to a steward or station security officer that's most noteworthy markings are a faded combat medic patch and the signs of wear and tear particularly across the knees. She is also wearing a pair gold-rimmed glasses, though in this day in age they might just be for a touch of old school style over actual need.
Her gear is largely well packed in a satchel, but there's an obvious medical kit and pulse caster at her side for safety purposes. One couldn't be too careful when you came up to the knees of half the species you ran into.
Small red eyes almost immediately latch onto Lynn's swirling mixture of colors from her hair and clothes. She makes a slightly pleased sound before speaking. "You look familiar... maybe it's the pretty clothes, but I swear I've seen you on the infonet somewhere!" After a moment she gasps and flattens her ears. "Oh, I'm being rude. My name is Kemple. Hello!"
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A flamboyant little ysoki struts into the room. She looks around with beady little red eyes and smiles broadly, revealing shiny white teeth. Her white fur is meticulously groomed, and the hair all atop of her head is died a riot of colours and styled in a short, wild hairdo. It's the hippest hair-do on Absalom Station, but clearly took at least an hour to style just so. The fashionable little ysoki stands tall, places her foot up on a nearby chair, and puts her hands on her hip. Her shiny silver hoop earrings jingle at the motion, and her stylish blue and gold jacket is so clean it seems to shimmer in the artificial lights of the room.
"Hello, there, comrades!" She squeaks grandly. "Aurora Vim, at your service. But you might know me better as..." she pauses dramatically, with glittering eyes and a wide smile. "RORA!"
She preens. clearly expecting at least some of you to recognize her by name and reputation.
She winks at the group winningly, then flips her bangs out of her eyes with a toss of her head.
"And who has the honour of joining me on this mission, today?"
Rora grins at the others and gives her hair a toss, "She's a singer, Kemple. Though what a singer's doing on a Starfinder mission I would be interested to know. You going to write me a theme song Lynn? Because, if so, you picked a spectacular subject!"
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Lynn stows her datapad and springs to her feet as Kemple approaches. Her braid whips around at the sudden motion, tugging at her head. "Ow-ow-owww." She winces, quickly turning it into a grin for the approaching ysoki. "Nice to meet you Kemple!"
She steps forward, crouches down, and takes the ysoki's paws in her hands. "I'm Lynn, newbie Starfinder and up-and-coming idol. And I do have some vids on the infosphere, maybe that's where you saw me? Oh I really like your glasses! So cool! The gold totally suits you." She shakes both of the ysoki's hands at the same time.
"Are you a medic? If so, that'd be zetta awesome. Starfindering has a way of getting people injured, and healing serums don't grow on trees." She winks.
When Rora approaches, Lynn raises a hand to wave in greeting. "Hi Hi, nice to meet you! You said Rora? Oh! Weren't you in that infomercial for bomb detectors?" She holds onto one of Kemple's hands as she extends her other one to shake Rora's.
"And I'm not just a singer, I'm a Starfinder too!" When Rora mentions a theme song, Lynn's face takes on a mock-serious cast "Songs are super important things, I can't go making one about someone I just met! What if it doesn't represent you right?"
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"Oh... um... ah... yes?" Kemple is rather jostled around by the larger woman, and by the time she gets one of her hands back she's looking rather frazzled. With Lynn distracted, the little Ysoki straightens her now crooked glasses and tries to stop everyone from shaking in front of her. "It's nice to meet you, Lynn... I like your hair?" The comment is offered with a hopeful note, checking to see if it's the exactly right thing to say after the barrage of comments."[/b]
Rora's equally ostentatious appearance has Kemple realizing this is going to be an... experience. She gives the other Yoski a small smile, waving with her only free hand. "The infosphere, right... that has to be where I've seen her before. Thank you. Hello, Rora. I'm Kemple."
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Verus scans the room slowly as he ducks under the doorway. Only tiny spots of his green scales can be seen in the gaps of his black and red armor. His pulsecaster clanks against his backpack and assorted weaponry. Spotting a familiar hairdo, he immediately rushes over to the table.
"Rora! Good to see you again!" he bellows. For a second it looks like he is going to hug the tiny ysoki, but he quickly thinks better of it and extends an armored hand instead.
"And you've found friends! As always. You are very resourceful that way. Greetings, new friends! I am Verus. I hope to prevent the nasty things in the galaxy from breaking your bones!"
He regards Lynn and Kemple for a moment, "Your hair is almost as interesting as Rora's! You mammals and your colorations... And are you a doctor? That's excellent news!"
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"Aww thanks guys! I tried a new hairstyle for this mission, but I'm not sure it's very practical!" Lynn beams at the three other Starfinders. "And nice to meet you Verus, I'm Lynn!"
Still holding poor Kemple's hand, she reaches up to shake Verus' claw. "I'll be relying on you Verus. There's a lot of things out there that like breaking bones, and the missions we get sent on have a way of throwing us at them. I like your armor by the way! Are you a member of the Obsidian Spiders? Your armor is awfully close to theirs, maybe with a little bit more red." She makes a show of inspecting his armor.
"Seems like we don't have quite a whole team yet." She releases Kemple to stand back up and tap her chin theatrically. "Hmm, anyone have any clue what we'll be doing? All I heard is that it has something to do with that weird false moon. You know, the one Altronus and the rest of them were talking about in the infosphere."
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Still holding poor Kemple's hand, she reaches up to shake Verus' claw. "I'll be relying on you Verus. There's a lot of things out there that like breaking bones, and the missions we get sent on have a way of throwing us at them. I like your armor by the way! Are you a member of the Obsidian Spiders? Your armor is awfully close to theirs, maybe with a little bit more red." She makes a show of inspecting his armor.
"Be it claw, fang, or doshko, they will shatter on my armor! You may trust Verus the Unbroken with your life! I make no promises concerning your credits or your wife," he exclaims with a wink.
Verus stands up straight at Lynn's inspection. "No ma'am. I've had the pleasure of working with them, but I have no interest in joining the Spiders. I prefer my independence."
"Seems like we don't have quite a whole team yet." She releases Kemple to stand back up and tap her chin theatrically. "Hmm, anyone have any clue what we'll be doing? All I heard is that it has something to do with that weird false moon. You know, the one Altronus and the rest of them were talking about in the infosphere."
Verus shrugs, "Something about a survey? Details are for worthies such as you and Rora. I find my time is better spent thinking about keeping everyone in one piece."
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"A team, right. Teams always go well with no complications." She mutters worriedly to herself, only distracted when Verus decides to barge into the room. The large Vesk forces her to crane her neck way, way up but she can do little more until Lynn finally releases her hand.
Now loose, she takes a moment to flex her fingers and fix some of the white fur there before wandering closer to Verus where she takes a small stroll around his legs. "I dabble, yes. I used to serve professionally. I follow an old teammate around now on missions... you remind me of him. A little bit louder, but just as boastful." She goes silent for a moment before grinning. "It's reassuring."
As for Lynn's last question, the little Ysoki can only shrug helplessly. "I'm afraid not much. I heard something about a live broadcast, I was thinking that's why you're here now that I know where you're from."
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"Verus! Always nice to see a friendly face!" She returns his handshake with enthusiasm.
At hearing Verus' remark about wives and credits, Rora bursts out laughing. She claps Verus on the lower back, which is as high as she can reach, and exclaims, "Ah, you crack me up, buddy!"
Rora give her head a toss, flipping her her fashionably. "Well, between you and me, I hear Zo!'s involved." She gives the others a wink and a knowing smirk, before saying rather enigmatically, "You'll see."
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Loud clamoring leg steps can be heard clanging from behind Roras position. Behind her, the oversized spider of legend, He-who-grinds-blades-to-dist.
He stands an imposing 9 feet tall with gleaming white and gold ceremonial armour contoured to his shape, a long pike on his back and starknives strapped to his thorax.
Rora...it seems they like us together.
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"A team, right. Teams always go well with no complications." She mutters worriedly to herself, only distracted when Verus decides to barge into the room. The large Vesk forces her to crane her neck way, way up but she can do little more until Lynn finally releases her hand.
Now loose, she takes a moment to flex her fingers and fix some of the white fur there before wandering closer to Verus where she takes a small stroll around his legs. "I dabble, yes. I used to serve professionally. I follow an old teammate around now on missions... you remind me of him. A little bit louder, but just as boastful." She goes silent for a moment before grinning. "It's reassuring."
Verus goes still when the ysoki circles him. His movements become slow and deliberate similar to someone with a small animal underfoot. He relaxes when she remarks on his volume.
"How else will the unworthies know who has vanquished them? Besides, when you are my size, there is very little value in being quiet."
He smiles when Grinds walks in, and whispers to the ysoki, "The spider is very useful but has no sense of humor. I don't suppose you have any itching powder? A little in his bedroll might make for a more interesting trip."
He greets the spider next, "Well He-who-grinds-blades-to-dust! Good to have you along again."
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"I suppose... you have a point about your size." She pats him on the side of the leg, then shrinks slowly downward as the vesk leans in to whisper to her. She glances over to the Haan, far less put off by its size than Verus's leaning in. As a Ysoki people being larger was normal, looming was still a bit intimidating, though. "I'm sorry, I don't carry that, it's not very practical. Do we... want to make a haan flail around scratching itself in a closed space?"
Kemple adjusts her glasses and glances around at the others in the room, giving He-who's weapons some consideration. "I feel a bit like the outsider here. It seems you all have been teamed together before."
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Lynn leans back, whips out her datapad and snaps a picture of the new arrival. "Whoa! Hi there He-who-grinds-blades-to-dust! That name is a bit of a mouthful. Mind if I call you Dusty?" She giggles "It'd be super cute!"
"Oh, I'm Lynn by the way. Looks like its going to be super safe with you and Verus around!" She reaches way up to shake the tip of a chitinous leg with great enthusiasm.
She leans down to wink at Kemple "Just like me then! But once we work together a bit, I'm sure we'll all get along in no time."
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"I suppose... you have a point about your size." She pats him on the side of the leg, then shrinks slowly downward as the vesk leans in to whisper to her. She glances over to the Haan, far less put off by its size than Verus's leaning in. As a Ysoki people being larger was normal, looming was still a bit intimidating, though. "I'm sorry, I don't carry that, it's not very practical. Do we... want to make a haan flail around scratching itself in a closed space?"
Verus quickly backs off when the ysoki shrinks away. He continues in a low tone.
"Apologies, Doctor. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. But can you imagine? The spider madly scratching his carapace with all eight limbs? Jumping out of his bed and flailing about? Ah, well... next time."
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Grinds twitches uncomfortably at all of this attention and the recent celebrity that his work with the society has afforded him. He was a Haan with a simple life mission - to protect the Pact Worlds. He saw the starfinder society and Knights of as a means to do so.
I did some big game hunting on Akiton to unwind before being called back here. Hopefully next time there will be some justice.
He stared at Rora and let out a low series of clicks at her laughter before correcting Line.
He-who-grinds-blades-to-dust is already an abbreviation of my name. Those who work with me and prove their worth can call me whatever they want. Do you have worth?
Finally he simply places a heavy leg on Verus. Triggering allergies is humorous? It is no wonder the Vesk occupy only a scavenger role in the food chain in comparison to the haan.
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Lynn pats one of Dusty's chitinous legs. "I don't think Verus is serious, so don't worry Dusty. As for proving my worth, well, I'll do my best! I've been called a 'formidable warrior' before, y'know!" Lynn flexes an arm, showing off a complete lack of any kind of muscle, before breaking into a laugh.
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Last to enter but within the time allotted for the team to gather in readiness for the mission briefing is a grey stony looking character with bright green glowing orbs like eyes and with faint green lines like veins. Before entering into the room completely he suddenly turns back and looks outside in the corridor, his green glowing eyes moving from side to side, whilst his head stays stationary. Satisfied with what he's or she's seen, he (for want of a better word), turns back inside and looks more carefully at the creatures gathered before him.
"Pytho-7, I'm not late." he says not as a question but as an indisputable truth. Hearing the laughter Pytho-7 stands looking at the Ysoki, a blank expression on the grey mask of a face, as green lines blink in and out of existence on his head. "It is funny" he says in a monotone. "My voice needs calibration, not tuneful, software needs patching." More green lights travel around his head. "It will take time. What is your identification?" He stands waiting for an answer, silently.
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"It's fine, I just... I prefer not to agitate things significantly larger than myself, Mr. Vesk. I'm allergic to getting stepped on." Kemple darts away from Verus when He-who-grinds puts a leg on the lizard. She holds up her hands defensively towards the large spider. "I want to make your aware it wasn't my idea, and I don't have any itching powder. You've been to Akiton?" And then in an effort to form some sort of connection. "I lived there for a while... it's quite red."
And finally she just blinks at Lynn's displays, tilting her head to the side and adjusting her glasses when the young woman winks. "Oh, I had presumed by the way you interact with them that... you knew them already. Silly of me to make that assumption. I'm certain we will all be fast friends."
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Lynn puts her hands on her hips and she purses her lips together, suppressing another grin at Dusty's response. "I hear you loud and clear He Who Grinds Blades to Dust -y!" It's clear that she's not going to let this Dusty thing go so easily.
When Pytho appears, she raises a hand to wave at him with her whole arm "You might not be late to the mission Pytho, but you're late to the party! I'm Lynn by the way." She points to Dusty "And that guy there is Dus- -ahem- He-Who-Grinds-Blades-to-Dust! He defs doesn't have any cute nicknames. Not him."
She looks the newcomer up and down "Oh and Nice to meet you! I like your headgear, its really slick! The green pops!"
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Finally he simply places a heavy leg on Verus. Triggering allergies is humorous? It is no wonder the Vesk occupy only a scavenger role in the food chain in comparison to the haan.
Verus shrugs off the spider's leg, "What's comedy without some physical discomfort? Aw, Dusty, there's no need to get racist. Be a good sport."
"Pytho-7, I'm not late." he says not as a question but as an indisputable truth. Hearing the laughter Pytho-7 stands looking at the Ysoki, a blank expression on the grey mask of a face, as green lines blink in and out of existence on his head. "It is funny" he says in a monotone. "My voice needs calibration, not tuneful, software needs patching." More green lights travel around his head. "It will take time. What is your identification?" He stands waiting for an answer, silently.
"See? Even the robot gets it! Welcome to the party. I'm Verus. Professional head-cracker and protector of those more squishy than me."
He extends a hand to the android.
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Pytho-7, out of his depth in this situation, adjusts the colour of his eyes, they become a lighter green his attempt to get in the party mood. As the Vesk holds out his hand, Pytho-7 awkwardly responds by mirroring the gesture, "Verus, his voice intones "Am I squishy?"".
Retracting his hand, he pulls a datapad out and with a movement that seems to defy the stony look of his exterior bodyshell, his fingers flicker across the pad with a lightness and quickness that blurs the individual actions. At the same time, his eyes pulse colours, as he looks at the pad. "Not much here on dataface, Verus, race Vesk, professional mercenary, active. You have been on missions before?" the voice continues.
When Verus answers, the datapad records the the answer, "Your co-operation is acknowledged." as his green lights flicker. "It is convention to thank you." pause, "Thank you Verus"
The android then stands silently as it looks around, the lights of his eyes circling around the inside of his head. He looks at each of the assembled team and with each look he uses his datapad to collect any information not found in public places, like dataface. Occasionally his eyes glow as you provide new information about yourselves.
Once the formalities have been finished, Pytho-7 asks if there is a holo-gamer pad or vid-gamer plug-in here for entertainment, but finding none he sits quietly in the corner, crunching electro-snacks through one of his plug-in connectors. When approached he once again takes out his datapad to record the interaction, before gravitating to the darkened corners of the room.
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With everyone present and introduced it takes just a few more minutes before the doors slide and the starfinders are ushered into a waiting shuttle that takes them to a luxurious yacht the Exemplarion. Once there the starfinders get to tour the larger craft’s six decks, casino, spa, trio of restaurants, and other extravagant amenities that accommodate the hundreds of guests on board. After a while, one of Zo!’s skeletal assistants intercepts the PCs and escorts them to the production studio on Decks 4 and 5.
The studio is a large, multi-tiered auditorium with an immense window that looks out over Salvation’s End. Dozens of professionals rush about the studio, adjusting lights, testing holographic displays, pulling clothes from wheeled wardrobes, cleaning the hundreds of tiered seats, and more. The elebrian media mogul Zo! sits on the stage with the Starfinder Society’s First Seeker, Luwazi Elsebo, animatedly telling a story while Luwazi marvels at the ongoing activity. When the First Seeker spots the Starfinders, she waves for them to walk down the aisles and join them. Assistants immediately rush out with additional chairs to accommodate the new arrivals.
“Yes. Yes! You’re everything I was hoping for,” exclaims the undead showman while looking over the new arrivals. “Oh, Luwazi, you’ve truly outdone yourself. They’re so exciting, so energized, so—” “—alive?” finishes a ghast woman wearing well-tailored clothing as she steps onto the stage. Zo! frowns at the blunt observation and tries to respond, but Luwazi intervenes. “Starfinders, no doubt this is all happening a little fast, so let me explain. After the Scoured Stars incident, the Society struggled to support new expeditions. I reached out to numerous people and organizations for grant money, and our host was eager to help. He financed more than a dozen missions, including the one to Salvation’s End. There was one big catch.” Zo! visibly bounces in his seat with excitement as Luwazi continues. “If we found anything especially exciting, we’d need to cease exploration long enough for him to get a film crew out there to document whatever we found next. Well, Salvation’s End may look like a moon, but our initial survey of it found there’s something built inside—the whole thing might be artificial. That qualifies as especially exciting, but that was also several months ago.” The skeletal mogul waves his hands. “Oh, but Luwazi, I couldn’t just send a single crew. No, the Starfinder Society’s greatest triumph deserves far more production value.” He hops up from his chair and gazes out at the moon as he paces and gesticulates. “Imagine: heroes from the Pact World, a mysterious planetoid, untold secrets, limitless adventure—all broadcast before a live audience in our greatest production yet!” He spins to look back at the group, his lipless mouth smiling gleefully. “Live Exploration Extreme!” The ghast claps politely before interjecting. “To translate, you’re scheduled to explore part of Salvation’s End accompanied by a professional camera crew and production team. You will find exciting things and be thoroughly entertaining. Any questions?”
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Kemple seems slightly overwhelmed by being aboard a ship of the Exemplarion's quality, and mostly follow's along on the tour with light, appropriate commentary on the decor while nervously adjusting her spectacles.
In the auditorium she struggles a bit to reach the seat of her ill-sized chair provided, and then immediately becomes somewhat overwhelmed by Zo!'s rather intense personality, and at the end of their rather unique briefing she raises a hand. "I understand why you chose some of this particular group, then." She glances to Rora and Lynn in particular at this statement. "And I appreciate the support to the society, but I've never been much of a television star. What exactly do you need or want us to do to be entertaining? I can't act."
After a pause she looks between Zo! and the First Seeker. "And how many people are coming on these crews? Missions can be dangerous... do we need to provide protection for them as well, or will they get in the way?"
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Rora puts her hands on her hips and lets out a brash laugh. "Oh, Zo! You know I'm up for this! Your ratings are going to go through the roof!"
With a flip of her hair and a wide grin she asks Luwazi, "What kind of defences did the exploratory group run into? Do we have any idea what might be inside?"
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Lynn practically skips her way through the Exemplarion, occasionally stopping to make appreciative gasps at the various over-the-top features of the yacht. "This place is suuuuper fancy. I wonder if Luwazi is hoping to buy one of these guys for herself?"
In the studio, she perches in her chair and listens in to Zo!, Luwazi, and the ghast woman as they alternate in their explanations of the mission at hand. "Gosh, this sure sounds exciting. But also, you know, super dangerous? I know Altronus was talking about tons of goblins and some kind of two-headed ogre. And traps!"
"But if you want this Live Exploration to make a splash, Lynn is here to make it happen!" She makes broad upward sweep with her hand before returning it to point at herself with a cheeky smile.
"Kemple and Rora have some super good questions! How should we make sure things are exciting for your vid crew?" After she asks, she shuffles her chair closer to Luwazi and quietly asks "And Luwazi, I know we're supposed to pay Zo! here back, but is there anything special the Society wants to find or record?"
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Luwazi and Zo! watches the pathfinders and when questions are being asked Zo! motions to a female ghast standing next to him "This is Wazasha Kevir, she is the associate procedure and she will accompany you, and she will supervise the film crew and pace the event!" Letting the ghast take over she turns to Kemple as she puts her hands up and frames his face in between, moves around a bit before speaking up "You will be more then fine for this! I am sure that everything done will be caught on camera and will be shown to the audience, be yourself!" answering kemple's second question with a mere wave of her hand, dismissing his concern. "There will be a film crew, and enough to ensure all the action will be captured on tape, and no, you don't need to protect them..."
Zo! turns to Rora for a moment and flashes a grin to her "Rora, baby! how is that bounty hunting gig going for you!" The other starfinders notice on the different screens present that Rora is being introduced to the crowd as Aurora Vim, Savior of Tasch, apprehender of criminals! Luwazi answers Rora's question “I hired a team to perform a surface survey, and it was they who discovered a hatch that led much deeper into its interior. We also know that a tribe of goblins calling themselves the Exhaust Drinkers live on the surface, and we’ve clashed with them in the past. Most recently, we undertook a concerted effort to clear the tribe out from our landing facility on the moon’s surface. The moon’s gravity will feel about normal, but we’ve detected that the gravity is artificially maintained and even seems to reorient itself in some areas.”
Lynn on the other hand is being zoomed in, and a little camera seems to float around her and take in all her features, close-ups happen and when she moves over to Luwazi a moment is being captured as the crowd falls silent when the question is being asked with a close up from Luwazi and Zo! at the same time, this is capturing history at it's finest and it is captivating the audience as they wait for the answer “The Society’s obligation involves the crew tagging along for just one big discovery.” Zo! looks to her with pleading eyes, and she continues. “But we could renegotiate that if—if—it’s to the Society’s advantage.”
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"Fabulously, Zo! As if there was any doubt!" Rora replies. She tosses her hair for the cameras and gives them a wink, before turning her attention back to the meeting.
"The gravity reorients itself?" Rora asks. She lets out an interested "Huh!" and grins. "Well, that's bound to be fun."
"ONE big discovery? Well, let's hope the crowd gets more than that!" She turns to the camera's Spreading her arms wide for the camera/audience she hops up in her chair and exclaims, "HUH?"
She nods slowly and gives the crowd a moment to react. "YEAH! Alright!"
She turns and puts an elbow on Grind's knee and casually leans on him for a moment. "What do you think, pal? Ready to bust out these bad boys and bust some goblin skulls?"
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Doc Kemple claps her hands together and nods. "Well excellent, I don't have enough medical supplies to keep more than a standard team in one piece. That's quite exhausting. It would also be exhausting to have to play things up very much." Though, glancing at Rora and Lynn from over her glasses she wonders if she might need to be a little over the top just to keep up with them.
She tuts to herself and wiggles free from her chair. "This all seems a bit much, but I do like Zo!'s programming. I don't see why we couldn't keep letting them tag along for continued Society support. A good sponsor never hurts. I'm almost excited about thing." But despite those words she's attempting to navigate herself to a point where Verus is between her and the majority of cameras and potential crowd.
"I hope I don't regret saying that when a goblin stabs me in the eye."
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Pytho-7 seems to shrink into himself, "You have scanned Salvation's End, is this information available, and the scans below the surface. DO we have a holo-3d-map generated. I will study them." His green lights dim and Pytho-7, moves back into the shadow from the stage. "Goblins, Exhaust Drinkers, how many dead, how many survived, the probability of numbers there?" Pytho-7 intoned. "Hazards identified? Radiation, Life forms?" Pytho-7 looks round for a datajack so he can synchronize his computer with that of the film crew.
Pyhto-7 looks at Rora and Line-04, taking in the way they are comfortable and seeking the attention of the camera and it's crew. "They will help, keep the camera off me. Need disguise"
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Lynn throws a peace sign for the camera and bubbles with energy. "This feels like its going to be super mysterious! But fun too! I've never done reverse-g acrobatics before!"
"Don't worry Kemple, I'm sure Altronus and the rest cleared out most of the goblins. Plus we have Dus- I mean, He-who-Grinds-Blades-to-Dust and Verus keeping all the zetta deadly stuff off our faces!"
"Oh, Wazasha." Lynn raises a hand "How are we getting down there? Do we have to fight some goblin guards in space like the first expedition did?"
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Pytho manages to get some of the general information available about Salvation's End but it is all limited to the occasional mention of goblin life form and the fact that they seemed to have taken over the area. Nothing stands out of the ordinary for him. When he tries to slink into the shadows the camera's seem to focus on him and putting him in the spotlight for the time being as he is being introduced to the viewers as Pytho-7, hacker and society member before they move back towards lynn and as she speaks to Wazasha who answers her "You will be taken to the surface by our transport together with the film crew..." She seemed to say more but Zo! cuts her off to indicate it is time to go. When the Starfinders are preparing to board the shuttle together with Wazasha Lynn, Rora, Grinds, and Verus are being invited into a seperate room by Zo!.
One main sponsor is Nova Solutions LLC, a family-owned half-orc company that specializes in frontierready weaponry able to stop even the toughest alien life form in its tracks. It’s sent in several new flame, laser, and plasma weapons from its new Scorched Earth product line, advertised with the motto “Why end a fight when you can end a planet?”
The other main sponsor is Clashwear, the Verces-based producer of comfortably armored clothing that’s on the bleeding edge of Pact Worlds fashion. The high-end stationwear sent covers everything from the stylishly casual to the glamorously eccentric, all created by the wildly popular shirren designer Neshkuay I with the tagline “Dressed to Express.”
For the rest there is some other gear available by less noteworthy sponsors, Basic iridishell, business stationwear, Ember flame doshko, ifrit-class flamethrower, red star plasma kukri, static arc pistol
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After a few more moments of hesitation, she inquires into getting the business stationwear modified to look much closer to her personal image. Assuming there aren't any problems with doing so, she picks up the customized set of stationwear to switch to before heading down for the moon delve / Vid performance.
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Verus doesn't mind the spotlight as it occasionally catches him with the Doc dodging behind him.
"So just artificial gravtity, goblins, and otherwise complete unknown to worry about? No sweat. I'm sure we can provide something media worthy."
Verus takes a look around the room that Zo! reveals. He clicks his tongue in disappointment around most of the offerings. He finds the flame ember doshko and his eyes light up.
"Ah, now this! I make get you some great footage with this, Zo!" he exclaims and he gives it a few test swings.
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with everyone ready and geared up everyone is being ushered into the shuttle, a 15min trip with the shuttle takes them down to Salvation's End. Once there they are all gathered and introduced to a ghastly camera crew. It is clear they are all undead and they start to film the starfinders as they disembark. Wazasha starts a live introduction of the starfinders and gives little bit of information about them live on air. Starfinders interested in following the show along can do so and will notice that there is a hashtag going about the show called #LEE!
While disembarking a group of society mechanics can be seen working and seem to be working hard on what seems to be repairs, some look up and wave at the new team that just set foot on the rock and point to the camera crew as well in amusement, wondering what is going on.
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Lynn skips out of the shuttle, spins her arms, and then turns to wink and wave at the camera. "OK! Lynn is ready. To. Explore!!! Where to first?" She pumps her fist into the sky.
While the rest of the group files out of the shuttle, she looks over at the Society mechanics and tries to work out exactly what they could be working on repairing.
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Seeing the mechanics, Pytho-7 casually wanders over, "Problems, aid required?" he asks, with what might be considered enthusiasm. Anything to avoid the damn cameras.
He lowers his voice and his green lines dull to grey. "In answer to what you're thinking, we're doing Luwazi's bidding. She's got to payback a debt, we've got to be watched by camera's, that was the deal. Off to explore, it's just a job." the andriod says in a monotone."So what you guys doing here? I have my electricians tools with me." he asks, the green lines around his head just showing dimly. "Is this anything to do with the goblins or what else has been found on this rock?"
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Where was the dignity in this. This was an exploration. It was serious work. There could be monsters. People might die. He looked at the group he was with.Lynn really might get killed if she kept calling him Dusty.
The spider humorlessly allows the LEE sticker to be plastered on himself.
He draws the fire red pike. He steps past Lynn in the shot and begins to hook a tow wire to Rora. Quit playing to the camera. We have no idea what awaitssss. These poncey tv people are just extra liabilities.