This is a private Game.
test roll.
banana.
Dice
Combat
..... The Paizo threads automatically put this as the game thread... Way to go.
Yes. Can't figure how to in-link it. And this will get rid of this me constant (make this thread a campaign" question.
It's a joyous day as you gather outside of the Lorespire Complex. Waiting on your fellow Starfinder Society members to arrive and see what your handler has to offer you for your first mission for the Starfinder society.
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Joker has never been of the talky kind. He has a favourite catch phrase (well, one of many), that gos 'better to stay quiet and look like an idiot, than open your mouth and clear any doubts'. He usually stands by it.
Not that he isn't friendly... he's only not too talkative. That's what happening right now.
His team mates arrive one after the other, and he greets them. Or, to them, it seems like a greeting. Anyone else would see only a small nod, as if forced to do so but not willing.
When they're all together, he speaks his most recognizable and personal phrase. "Well..."
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Nalun Farksser, a native human of Akiton, dresses in loose fitting desert brown robes with Second Skin armor underneath. He carries no weapons aside from a worn looking tactical pistol in a holster at his side. His mote, a bright spot of light, winks in and out of existence as it orbits his body marking him as a follower of the Cycle, a solarion.
Nalun carries himself upright and waits patiently, his hands folded neatly behind his back. He seems to meditate while waiting.
As Isho arrives, 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. “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.”
Guidance waits for your decision.
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The willowy Lashunta watches the Ysoki's antics without comment until he asks that final question. "I don't know. They gave me this insignia previously, though, so I doubt it is even close to required." Osuro shows off the Starfinder's insignia he was so recently given. "Sample only for me, I think, then."
As Osuro falls silent, one of the swabs lifts itself from the receptacle and floats across the room into his hand. He breaks the seal, expertly collects a sample, and uses the inherent seal to protect the sample before he sends it floating back across the room to the deposit point. "No point in contaminating the sample."
Smiling as these strange people put their hands in his trust.
“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 Starfinder 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.”
Culture Checks
Gather Information
Guidance smiles "Sometimes it's best not to alarm the natives with talks of scary things. IT might become something that they need to worry about. He hands you a piece of paper.
THE ACQUISITIVES
Leader Radaszam “The Dealmaker”; Location Nyori Palisades
The Acquisitives represent the result of Luwazi Elsebo’s efforts to hold the Society together by hiring mercenaries to fill the role of missing Starfinders. Many mercenaries realized that the Society was a far more lucrative venture—both monetarily and in terms of popularity—than their old line of work. The faction’s current leader, Radaszam, is concerned with maintaining the organization’s public-facing reputation, as well as the reputation and fame of those Starfinders directly serving the Acquisitives’ interests.
THE DATAPHILES
Leader Historia-7; Location Lorespire Complex
The Dataphiles cherish information above all else, seeing themselves as the guardians of any knowledge obtained by the Starfinder Society. Their leader, Historia-7, promotes a belief in superiority through the acquisition and controlled dispersal of information. While cataloguing and data searching are necessities in this faction, the Dataphiles are known to employ less technologically savvy combat experts to procure information.
THE EXO-GUARDIANS
Leader Zigvigix; Location None (Downlow)
The Exo-Guardians are made up of Pact Worlds citizens who are concerned for the safety of their home, and who act to ensure that safety. They believe that the best defense is a strong offense, and they work to build up a stockpile of magic and technology to deter external threats. Most of the faction’s operatives were lost in the Scoured Stars. The Exo-Guardians utilize lower-grade installations within the Pact Worlds, having lost their headquarters and many of their operations in the aftermath of the disaster.
THE WAYFINDERS
Leader Fitch; Location The Armada (Master of Stars)
The Wayfinders are Starfinders who adhere to the Society’s primary mission of exploration. The most transitory of the Society’s membership, the Wayfinders are dedicated to exploring the Vast and maintain few direct ties to the Pact Worlds. Wayfinders specialize in both exploration and first-contact scenarios, thriving on the thrill of the unknown and the monumental task of meeting new species.
The plain white doors of the office slide open to reveal a stark, dimly lit room. The chamber is bleak and expressionless in its emptiness—no vanities line its smooth black walls, and no signs of use mar its smooth black furniture. The only occupants of the suite are a bug-eyed tadpole wriggling in a glowing blue aquarium and a reptilian vesk seated behind an onyx desk. The vesk gestures to a number of chairs in front of him, his features sharply illuminated by the light of his desk’s green holoscreen.
“The new graduates,” he greets, in a low and pleasant voice. “Good day. I am Radaszam, though since you are here, I should hope you already knew."
“I trust you are aware of our Society’s traditions, so I will cut to the point. I have a minor situation that needs resolution. One of our members, a human named Laboni, had a rather public altercation with a junk scavenger from the Spike. You might be more familiar with the scavenger than I, actually; he is a ysoki who fancifully calls himself Ratrod. I am told he runs a popular racing competition that has, hmm, several hundreds of thousands of viewers on the station’s infosphere. For some reason, Laboni felt the need to tell him that any ‘real’ mechanic could easily beat the garbage that Ratrod and his associates slap together. Now that Ratrod has issued an infosphere-wide demand that she race him and prove it, Laboni doubts she can back that claim up."
“Embarrassing, isn’t it? Not really the sort of troublemaker that suits our Society. Perhaps she would be better suited to the bottom of a trash compactor... Well, we cannot afford to throw her out, not after so many Starfinders were lost in the Scoured Stars. Besides, we can’t let people think we are so weak that we can’t control our own members, or that we cannot stand up to a scrapyard junker. No, I would like you to assist Laboni in winning this race. Show our detractors that even the least of our Society is not someone to be trifled with.”
Radaszam smiles, "While you can do many things in the race. The one thing that you mustn't do is fire into the crowd. Firing at other racers is encouraged." he says with a wink. "If you have any more questions, I'll try and answer them. But you should head to the junkyard to get ready."
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Answering Osuro, Joker adds: "Well, I take it Mr Radaszam here wasn't very fond of the fact, so I guess this Mrs Laboni will... get a warning, to call it some way."
While saying this, his silicon mind is already thinking on what to do to save the day. "So, we'll need some basic info... when is the race happening? ANd if we sign in for it, do we get access to a proper vehicle?"
He looks to everyone's face. "Because I guess signin in is the best way to help, or does anyone have a better idea?"
Radaszam gives you directions to the race's location and then hands you some badges. "These will mark you as part of Laboni's Crew. She will answer any questions about the ship and what not." as you stand there waiting for more he turns away. "Now, Go. You're wasting your time."
As you arrive at the pit you are not too stunned to see this lady in her bright white lab coat. Laboni, the human mechanic, is waiting on you. "Finally, you're late."
Improve Laboni's Junkracers You can attempt to make her junk racer better, upgrade some components and so on.
Investigating the Enemy There are other crews around you and as such, you can do a little bit of sneaking and learning about these guys.
Sabotage Not all things are advice, but it's just best to do it and not get caught.
Socializing While others may cause trouble and damage other peoples things, you are not always that hard. Sometimes talking is better than trickery.
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Joker gives a cold blood look to the one putting the whole Society into ridiculous trouble and then demanding haste. Wanting to say something about how Mr Radaszam would be pleased to hear Laboni's complaints, he instead directs his speech towards more interesting goals.
"Well, now that we're here... Joker's the name, by the way, pleased to meet you. What do we know about the other competitors? Some of us could talk to them and... arrange... some things, while others might try to have the ship in perfect shape for the race." After finishing, he adds some more words. "Oh, when was the race happening, again?"
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Nalun agrees with the assessment Radaszam gives the others, its best not to allow some hotheaded racer to beat the Starfinders.
As Nalun arrives at the pit, he decides to wander through the crews, gathering information on the coming race.
Hello there sentient beings. I am Nalun. The Cycle Respects All. What would you say our chances are?
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Seeing that everyone is doing what they see fit already, Joker decides that's not a bad idea after all. He goes with Nalun for a while, just to see what the competitors are about, and selects a few of them who haven't been in good terms with the human. Then he comes back and helps them... fix... their engines.