1000 credits does not go very far...Aye, there's too much cool lowbie stuff to buy, too little to buy it with. Could we get a bigger allowance, o' Lord GM? ;^)[/ooc]
You guys are ahead of me because I'm still reading the classes and have not gotten to the equipment section yet.
I'll see about getting some extra funds but don't count on it. You're all supposed to be green wanna-bes :)
BTW, I checked Robert's crunch and it looks fine as far as I can tell.
I'll check others this weekend.
Questions?
Game on!
I know that my crunch isn't complete yet. I still need to add some of the racial and class bonuses to her skills still. I also need to add her gear which affects her offense
I suspect it is like Pathfinder, where the first thing the fighter does is save up for heavy armour.
I think I'm about satisfied with the fluff; only need to make a few minor adjustments here and there and I'm set.
John should now be ready for action.
Tried to differentiate him a fair bit from Squeak, but it'll be a challenge to stop some degree of merging when I'm tired. If people can hit me up if I start to slip it would be good.
So... currently reading Tactical Rules, will skip Starships (for now) and then finish up with Magic and Spells and Gamemastering so I'm close to being ready to start.
It may be that we start this weekend.
Joana is supposed to be back in a couple of days and she was already working on her PC.
Everyone ready for me to start looking at their PCs?
Game on!
I still need to get my fluff into her profile and finish a bit of her crunch. I can definitely have that done by Saturday night/Sunday.
John's not pretty, but he should be pretty finalised.
Go ahead. Need the rules for those last few tweaks (and still wishing we will get more allowance and Robert can buy some augs for himself), but those will have to wait 'till Friday.
Alright, I've perused the four PCs done and have the following comments:
CHARACTER SHEETS
I don't need them to be all exactly the same; they could if you wanted to. However, I would like to have the info readily available such that I don't have to search too long to find something.
Let's all shoot for something like the... winner.
The winner is Oriana's sheet with the Skill's section done like Kamiya.
BTW, I perused at everyone's crunch and nothing jumped out at me as a red flag.
FLUFF
Robert, John, and Oriana are done and look good.
John: are you sure you don't want to have just one 'personality'? :)
HOOKS
As stated, the action starts in Absalom Station Docking Bay 94 with your PCs having some interest in joining the Starfinder Society. A representative from the SF is waiting there for you to arrive.
Robert: I guess you're fed up with your engineer job and are looking for something better. This is your last day on the very shuttle that takes you Docking Bay 94.
Oriana: you are coming from the Idari on that shuttle intent on finding your son.
John: you are 'established' in Absalom and want get hired/join the SF.
Kamiya: I haven't seen your fluff yet so I'm not sure what your hook will be.
Joana: I think you were impersonating someone who wants to be part of the SF but we'll hear from you once you get back.
Thoughts?
Anything to add?
Game on!
I will rebuild the sheet then.
I like the multiple personality. That's sort of what I was going for with the whole multiple computers thing.
I've done a bit of a dodge only buying one personality module, but having different personalities that "switch out". Once I get some more cash I might look at breaking some of them out into different personalities.
I will rebuild the sheet then.
I like the multiple personality. That's sort of what I was going for with the whole multiple computers thing.
I've done a bit of a dodge only buying one personality module, but having different personalities that "switch out". Once I get some more cash I might look at breaking some of them out into different personalities.
Oh, I don't mind because I'm sure it will be very entertaining. I just caution you like I did with Vi and her 'faces' that it's a lot of work to roleplay more than one person.
Game on!
er... in case you want to already be in Absalom Station and then show up at Docking Bay 94, here are a couple of locations that may be of interest.
I'll post these as I read about them but feel free to make u your own.
For Robert:
Click-Clack Club: Named for the trademark sounds of its mechanical clientele, this bar and VR parlor caters specifically to mechanical creatures such as anacites, androids, and cybernetically enhanced folks sympathetic to the Augmented cause. Sometimes called "C3" for short, the club is run by Tsalu (LN male dragonkin technomancer) and his bond partner Barnaba (CN male ryphorian operative), both heavily augmented themselves. Though the two are notorious for running less-than-legal betting on their array of VR games, they're quick to take augmented folks and anyone they see as social outcasts under their wings, and those who can best Barnaba in a game of Drift Racer or Infiltration X can win lucrative business contracts or favors from the club owners and their eccentric regulars.
For Oriana:
Cosmonastery of the Empty Orbit: The alien architecture of this sprawling complex weaves like a banyan tree around a central courtyard with only a thin force field protecting it from the vacuum of space. Within its squat towers, High Sola Tabishad Oseo Markola (LN female kasatha solarian) runs the greatest solarian training facility outside of the Idari or Kasath itself. A taciturn woman, Tabishad is consumed by the idea that both Golarion's disappearance and planet-scale engineering projects fundamentally disrupt the balance of the universe. Those who successfully graduate from her grueling program sometimes join her Order of the Empty Orbit, dedicated to preventing such deliberate reengineering of the cosmos.
For John (maybe?):
Eyeswide Agency: Purveyors of "holistic investigation services," the Eyeswide Agency is a private detective firm that operates in a moral and legal gray area, combining psychic mind-reading abilities with more conventional investigative practices. Eyeswide agents, often derisively called "headscanners," hire themselves out for corporate espionage, missing-persons cases, unsolved crimes, and whatever else clients might require from a streetwise, rough-and-tumble psychic. While many citizens remain skeptical, the Eyeswide Agency claims to operate within the bounds of the law (if just barely), and its utility to law enforcement and politicians in both official and unofficial capacities keeps anyone from digging too hard into supposed violations.
For Robert:
Arcanamirium: Like Absalom Station itself, the Arcanamirium takes its name from a pre-Gap institution on Golarion, though whether it maintains a direct line of continuity with that ancient school is anyone's guess. The most prestigious magical university on the station, the Arcanamirium treats magic like the science its professors believe it to be, specializing in spellcoding and blending it with cutting-edge engineering to train some of the best technomancers in the Pact Worlds. At the same time, however, it also harbors an immense trove of ancient and alien magical artifacts in need of study, and a growing subset of magical scholars uninterested in technology-often derisively called "esotericists" by their fellow faculty-regularly provide the academy with new breakthroughs via the study of ancient magical arts.
I'll post some more as I learn about the 'missing fluffs'.
Questions?
Game on!
Yes, I'm aware that I'm a missing fluff but I'm currently in Nanaimo and don't have my computer and fluff is hard when you only have a tablet.
I prefer to come straight off the shuttle, and not have had time to see Absalom station yet.
I take full responsibility for Shari not having her fluff yet. I am a very good fluff-distractor. And Time Suck. I have her until Saturday, then she can do her fluffy goodness. Be patient! PATIENT!
Not rushing! Not rushing! :)
I just wanted to let everyone know where we stand because I too miss things everyone once in a while. :)
Game on!
Robert: I guess you're fed up with your engineer job and are looking for something better. This is your last day on the very shuttle that takes you Docking Bay 94.
Yup, suits me. Robert wants money, and to try and stay under the media's radar for a bit. That latter goal is doomed to failure thanks to the Idol theme, of course, as it ensures he just becomes more and more (in)famous as time goes on.
For Robert: Click-Clack Club: Named for the trademark sounds of its mechanical clientele, this bar and VR parlor caters specifically to mechanical creatures such as anacites, androids, and cybernetically enhanced folks sympathetic to the Augmented cause. Sometimes called "C3" for short, the club is run by Tsalu (LN male dragonkin technomancer) and his bond partner Barnaba (CN male ryphorian operative), both heavily augmented themselves. Though the two are notorious for running less-than-legal betting on their array of VR games, they're quick to take augmented folks and anyone they see as social outcasts under their wings, and those who can best Barnaba in a game of Drift Racer or Infiltration X can win lucrative business contracts or favors from the club owners and their eccentric regulars.
Arcanamirium: Like Absalom Station itself, the Arcanamirium takes its name from a pre-Gap institution on Golarion, though whether it maintains a direct line of continuity with that ancient school is anyone's guess. The most prestigious magical university on the station, the Arcanamirium treats magic like the science its professors believe it to be, specializing in spellcoding and blending it with cutting-edge engineering to train some of the best technomancers in the Pact Worlds. At the same time, however, it also harbors an immense trove of ancient and alien magical artifacts in need of study, and a growing subset of magical scholars uninterested in technology-often derisively called "esotericists" by their fellow faculty-regularly provide the academy with new breakthroughs via the study of ancient magical arts.
Both sound interesting: the Arcanamirium certainly if/when we end up spending a bit more time on the station. To begin with, he might try and steer clear of academic institutions for a bit.
Oh yeah... have you considered whether we get more allowance or have to wait to buy more goodies? ;^)
Oh yeah... have you considered whether we get more allowance or have to wait to buy more goodies? ;^)
No more money now. :(
It will make shopping later more exciting. :)
Game on!
Home again and will try to get my character sheet finished later this evening.
Home again and will try to get my character sheet finished later this evening.
Welcome back. Your timing works as I'm thinking of starting this weekend...
We're still ironing out initial hooks.
Questions?
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My PC is the daughter of a Steward and a low-level AbadarCorp employee. Despite her parents' lawful bent (or, perhaps, because of it), she chafes against the rules and longs to see what's outside the order and sterility of Absalom Station. The first time she was ever outside its walls, she was forcefully returned home, an underage minor, from the Armada-based ship of a boy she met on the station. Since then, she has continued to make clandestine contacts with members of the Armada, using her hacking skills and her parents' security clearances to do various extralegal favors for crew of the ships that cluster around the station that she meets in bars and alleyways while her family thinks she's studying for her certificate.
The latest of these illicit jobs went a little south, and she once again used her parents' security codes quickly to clone an identity chip: explaining why she was leaving an archive exclusive to the Starfinder Society might get a little dicey, but the junior scholar whose name she 'borrowed' had every right to be there. She only has to cross Docking Bay 94 to get away....
I need to take a look through the available avatars before I settle on a name; I can't finalize a PC without knowing exactly what she looks like. I haven't made a character by hand in years, and there's no Starfinder HeroLab yet. I don't have time to get the profile set up tonight, but I'll do it as early as possible tomorrow so you can look over the mechanics.
My PC is the daughter of a Steward ...
This works nicely.
Game on!
Are kasatha avatars coming?
Sometime "soon" ... whatever that amounts to.
Okay, I've got the crunch up. Man, I haven't built a character and typed it in by hand for years. The analog method is a lot of work. Very glad there's only one book to page through as of yet.
I know I have to pick 3 more languages. I have some more credits to spend. I hope we're using the standard point buy method? I don't have her backstory typed up yet, but I figured I'd focus on getting the mechanics up for the GM to check first.
Okay, I've got the crunch up. Man, I haven't built a character and typed it in by hand for years. The analog method is a lot of work. Very glad there's only one book to page through as of yet.
I know I have to pick 3 more languages. I have some more credits to spend. I hope we're using the standard point buy method? I don't have her backstory typed up yet, but I figured I'd focus on getting the mechanics up for the GM to check first.
Crunch looks fine.
Game on!
Points buy works differently in Starfinder.
The requested document has been reformatted and attached.
John Anderson (PLLC) is ready to commence at your earliest convenience.
The requested document has been reformatted and attached.
John Anderson (PLLC) is ready to commence at your earliest convenience.
Ok, still hoping to start tomorrow but it's not a drop-dead date if some people aren't ready. [cough]Shari[/cough] :)
Game on!
I'm hoping to have her fluff up tonight by 10pm mountain standard time...
It may not be pretty but I have her fluff up in her profile. I'll start working at updating her crunch to match that of Oriana's. Hopefully her fluff will give you enough to start tomorrow if you're still wanting to.
It may not be pretty but I have her fluff up in her profile. I'll start working at updating her crunch to match that of Oriana's. Hopefully her fluff will give you enough to start tomorrow if you're still wanting to.
This is good! We'll have fun in this game as well.
Quick question: are you coming on the shuttle to meet the Starfinder contact or are you already on Absalom Station?
Almost ready to go...
Game on!
She'll already been on Absalom Station for more than a few months, settling into her internship. This will also allow me to make her profession as politician...at least politician in the making.
And it starts...
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
John walked calmly through the crowd, his eyes fixed ahead, the model of a professional lawyer save for the fact he carried a reaction cannon slung over his shoulder. Internal sensors rumbled warnings that nutrient levels were dangerously low. Covertly he eyed one of the food stalls by the side, advertising reheated noodles for a credit a bowl.
"Alice" he said conversationally into the air. "Please display the current balance of my accounts." A glance at his comms-display showed zero after zero.
John fixed his head firmly forward and walked on. "Alice, Please read me the file of my current client, over headset." he requested, mostly to distract himself. Alice's cheerful voice quickly summarised the comm-messages exchanged until now; First his initial request for a job with starfinder society, sent out among thirty two others the day his derelict drifted close enough to dock to be towed in and confiscated. An exchange of two formal messages confirming details and accreditations, and several hundred pages of forms, in a process that had cost John all his meagre reserves since stationfall. Finally the initial interview request, to be held at docking station 94 with Duravor Kreel in ten minutes. Attached as an addenda was the expected arrivals and departures from the docking bay, with the shuttle Okimoro highlighted.
It'd been two days since this meeting had been set up. John had burned through every credit he had getting to here - he'd walked for three hours to avoid paying a two credit fare. He needed this job, no matter what it was, but even his negotiation skills knew better than to reveal that.
Approaching the meeting place precisely on schedule, John took a minute to check his appearance in the polished sheen of a shuttle's mirrored window, running through a checklist in his mind. Suit: clean, pressed. Shoes: polished. Armor: concealed. Gun: stowed, ready for use, certificate present in left front pocket. Hair: combed and gelled. Tie: full windsor - Alice's suggestion.
"You look fine, John" Alice reassured him after a moment.
Reassured, John walked on, once again donning his armour of calm. It had been difficult getting used to all the life. On the ship there had been almost no sound. The occasional creak as the ship's hull contracted or expanded. Even those had been hard to hear, with the ship's atmosphere so thin as to be barely present. The noise here was like a torrent. He'd learned to just step outside it, to view it as a chaotic vid happening to someone else.
"Ninety-Four" he muttered to himself, as he finally reached the docking bay.
I took it to be the same ship that he was working on but it doesn't have to be. As long as you come in on the ship that lands in Docking Bay 94 I am good.
Questions?
Game on!
Excellent start guys!
Game on!
Action 1
'... the heretics who would deny the perfection, the inevitableness, of the conjoining of flesh and steel. The two sides of the same coin, joined in perfect harmony. Those people are your enemies, have no doubt. Ever now, they harbor...'
Robert flicked his fingers and the message ended in mid-sentence. Another gesture deleted the message from his anonymous profile's inbox. That one had begun with such a flash and bang that he had had high hopes but frankly, the NextStep's latest shotgun message failed to impress once the representative got into what passed for the body of the manifesto. Nothing new there; Robert felt certain several parts of the message had been shamelessly ripped off some earlier masterpiece and then inexpertly duct-taped together. More tiny gestures with his fingers and a cascade of icons flowed across his field of vision, projected on the lenses of his glasses, set to their maximum opacity for his viewing pleasure. Nothing else in his anonymous profile's stores had passed his filters; there were a few new scientific articles in his public profile's inbox that might be worth reading but nothing he had time to pursue at the moment. He didn't even bother considering any of the messages his filters had red-flagged. More hate-mail from die-hard faithfuls who couldn't bear to have their beliefs challenged. That, or the even more irritating encouragements from people who whole-heartedly accepted what they felt he had intended to declare but couldn't see the big picture. Two polar opposites, but united in their blindness to any point of view that wasn't their own.
A last series of small motions to instruct his personal processing unit to clear the trash and raise his privacy filters for the moment, then a gentle tap caused the lenses to retract. Blinking his eyes to readjust to the shuttle's harsh artificial light, Robert glanced around to take in the other passengers, noted their eagerness as the cabin attendant's voice over intercom announced the imminence of their arrival to the Absalom Station. Honestly, it was enough to drive a man into despair, being passively exposed to all those small hopes and dreams. Yet it would hardly do to object; oh no, the shackles of society forced him to bear with it, to suffer in silence.
The shuttle landed with a final clang that, Robert noted, caused a few passengers to flinch - the first-timers, the ones not yet grown used to the innumerable metallic groans of a space-faring vessel. He smiled slightly, the gesture hidden by him stroking his beard, as he saw the attendant hurrying over to reassure the faint of heart that the sounds was all part of the procedure, nothing to be alarmed for. As the first passengers were hurrying to line up at the hatch Robert took his time; they would still be plenty of waiting as the new arrivals were processed, their biometrics compared to their traveling documents, the needless helpful advice offered. Yes, he had a license for his weapon - that's the one in your hand, dear Mr. customs official. That's the bit at the end of your arm - the hand, not the papers, in case you were wondering. No, he wouldn't be interested in a flyer about the station's many services - he was fully capable of downloading the relevant information directly from the station's admirable datasphere. He had seen it often enough to know what to expect and be bored of it already; after all, there was no reason to expect this station would be any different, less so because it was so popular a destination for hopefuls and a stopping point for the transients.
Once the initial rush for the hatch was over Robert rose to his feet and took his place in the line, hands deep in his bomber jacket's pockets.
Action 2
He had to give the place its due; the bloody thing was packed. Robert had wasted little time heading towards the agreed-upon meeting spot, the only detour having been to purchase a large plastic bulb of coffee - or what the Ysoki stall-keeper had claimed was coffee. After his first sip Robert had had to admit that the liquid was certainly hot, black and strong, the flavor that of burnt lubricant. All in all, a perfect blend as far as he was concerned - he could feel his nerves tingling with caffeine and whatever else gave the brew its edge.
Squeezing out sips from the recyclable container, Robert followed the station's map's directions towards the Docking Bay 94. The lenses of his smart glasses were deployed to hide his eyes, struggling to deal with the multitude of light sources as they superimposed his route over his field of vision. As he walked his wondered at the possible motives of a Starfinder finding it worth his time to invite him for a meeting. Certainly, he had tagged his public profile as 'looking for new opportunities' once he took his sabbatical from the Praxis. True, also, that his name had certainly hit the media in a big way, possibly singling him out for this Mr. Keel's attention. But he had to wonder whether anything gained from that kind of media attention would be of long-term benefit to his career. He had of late heard all about the ages-old maxim of all publicity being good publicity. He had had pleasant idle daydreams of coming across the bloody idiot who originally coined the phrase on a dark alley some night, but of course the saying's original author had long since turned to dust.
But the Starfinder society... surely any association with that particular group could only benefit him.
Absalom Station is 'big'; it is home to over 2 million people and it has streets.
Read Navasi's story for some inspiration.
Game on!
Action 1:
Kamiya was late. This was not unusual and it was a good thing that she was usually moving at lightning speed. Even though she preferred to do so in a vehicle, she was rarely seen strolling. She had spent almost the last of her credits paying into a ride-share program for the week which gave her access to a plethora of vehicles without having to own them. She had treated herself because she was hoping that the trajectory of her life was about to change when she met the contact from Starfinder. Currently she was using a hovercycle to weave through the crowded streets of Absalom Station on her way to Docking bay 94.
Things hadn’t exactly gone as planned since arriving at Absalom Station almost six months ago. It turned out that her internship was only one step up from slavery. Sure she was learning some valuable knowledge about the political environment of the Pact Worlds but she spent more time as a go-fer than anything else. She’d even been given a dedicated comm unit so that she could be at their beck and call at any hour of the day because apparently politics did not have regular work hours. There were many days where she wondered how getting coffee and memorizing lunch orders had anything to do with politics. The good thing was she knew where to get a good coffee at any hour of the day in Absalom Station.
Being on call at all times had made finding time to pilot vehicles a challenge to say the least. That and Mahina, Kamiya’s enabler, was a world away because her friend had stayed back on Castrovel. Without being supplied regularly with vehicles and barely having enough credits to feed and clothe herself, Kamiya had to get more creative with finding things to drive. She also no longer had her videographer so she had to find a way to rig a camera to tape herself while she drove. She had previously left the videotaping to Mahina and was going to stop when she left home but her friend had told her to keep taping and send them to her so Kamiya complied. The guise of Tort-Ace proved to be helpful when she ‘borrowed’ vehicles. She had been pleasantly surprised to discover that there were a fair number of vehicles left unlocked in some of the better neighborhoods and one of the first things Mahina had shown her when they were young was how to start a vehicle without authorization. She always returned them to where she found them but they definitely had more mileage on them when she was finished.
Action 2:
She swerved as an unobservant human engrossed with their comm unit stepped into the street - but only enough to barely avoid him. She watched with satisfaction as he jumped back in fear at his supposed near miss.
She was looking forward to meeting Duravor Kreel. Work had asked for a volunteer to be lent out to the Starfinder Society and she had jumped at the chance. She had been looking for a more exciting path where her talents could be of use but where she’d also be able to learn more about piloting. The Starfinder Society seemed to fit those requirements. If this went well, maybe they’d ask for her to stay on. However, being late would not make a good impression. She revved the engine and zigzagged her way through traffic. She arrived in the area of the dockbay she needed, found the ride-share drop off point, and abandoned the hovercycle. She then gracefully dodged her way through the crowd. She enjoyed coming down here when she could to watch all the starships coming and going so she knew exactly where she was going.
Good stuff! I feel my knowledge of Starfinder has already expanded.
We'll wait for Zadie before moving things along since not everyone can post on Sundays.
Game on!
I'm working on a post now; should have it up within the hour.
Zadie tried to hurry without looking like she was hurrying. That is, hurrying-to-meet-or-catch-a-shuttle would have been fine; hurrying-to-get-away-from-breached-security was the look she wasn't going for. She tapped the display on her comm, as if it were displaying the time or flight info on her glasses; instead, she was double-checking the identity she'd cloned in case she was stopped and asked to present her ID chip for scanning.
Vladlena Kanji, female, human, age 22. A little old, but she was pretty sure she could pass for twenty-two. Junior researcher, Starfinder Society. Starfinder -- she knew the type: earnest, ambitious, a little boring. Act like you care where the damned planet went, she reminded herself. If you're questioned, throw in something about possible pointers to the coordinates of Golarion that have to be reported at once. No Steward wants to get sucked into the black hole of another conspiracy-theory-fueled conversation about the location of a lost planet. According to her dad Ralston, at least twice a weekend someone got drunk and decided to call the Stewards to report a missing planet; thought no one had ever been clever enough to come up with that one before.
Docking Bay 94 was busy. Good. The more coming and going, the less anyone was likely to notice her going. On the other side of the bay, she could catch a pod back to her dads' apartment in the Ring and be nowhere near the security breach. A man in front of her almost stepped on her toes as he dodged a lashunta on a hovercycle, and she glared lasers at his back as she took a last cautious look around for security before she attempted to cross the bay.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
Excellent start!
perception DC 15
INITIATIVE
Can Zadie take Robet's Binary as a language as well? Ysoki and Vesk will be her other two.
Action 1:
Seeing her contact in the crowd, Kamiya raised her hand in greeting and smiled in relief to know that she wasn't too late. Tort-Ace's speed saved the day yet again. Jogging up to the dwarf, she introduced herself. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Duravor Krell. I am Kamiya Opunui - but I'm sure you know more about me from your computer than I could possibly tell you." She laughed lightly. "Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity. I'm very much looking forward to being an asset to the Starfinder Society."
Action 2:
Sounds of combat weren't commonplace for Kamiya but she manages to keep a cool head and assessed her environment looking for the threat. She could see two different groups of people with nefarious intent taking up positions on either side of them. She along with the others were in the middle and that was not the best place to be at the moment. Hoping this was just a misunderstanding that could be diffused, her calming voice rang out over the chaos. "Peace, friends. Surely this is something that can be resolved with drinks rather than weapons. Absalom Station is a civilized place after all. Then once we all have a drink to enjoy we can discuss what issues you may have with each other."
As she spoke, she tried to get Krell's attention and motioned for him to get down just in case the thugs preferred shooting to drinking.