[GM Wolffauer] SFS 2-12: Colossus Heist (Inactive)

Game Master Wolffauer

Please dot in here and introduce yourselves.

You've been recruited by Radaszam, the leader of the Acquisitives faction, to address a delicate predicament — that three important and valuable relics were stolen from the Society and have found themselves in the guts of a rampaging Daimalkan tekenki — and his indelicate solution — that you are to find their way inside the monster, retrieve the relics, figure out which of the Society’s enemies set this mess into motion, and return unharmed.

You begin on board the Brass Clutch, a personal starship of Radaszam. The brash and gregarious vesk has invested significant resources into this mission and hung his reputation on its success in his excitement at the prospect of landing on Daimalko, confronting a colossus, and retrieving relics from inside the monstrosity’s gullet. When you accepted this task, Radaszam made it clear that he’d be involved in much of the operation—and that he considered it the adventure of a lifetime to have a shot at such an impressive accomplishment. However, beyond these basics, Radaszam has yet to provide many specific details about the task at hand.

A young human woman, maybe in her early 20s arrives at the briefing room. Dressed in short shorts and a tight "SMC #1 FAN" t-shirt, she looks a little out of place amongst the more serious Starfinders in the area.

Still, the natural grace with which she flips herself into a chair suggests that perhaps she does have something to offer a team.

On the other hand the way she bops her head along with some music while the briefing is going on perhaps indicates that her attention is not quite as focused as it should be.

"Hi everyone!" she smiles. "I'm Gunnz..."

"So... what is a Daimalkan tekenki? "

A rather brightly coloured vesk wearing a loud tropical theme shirt and a ball cap with a Bamford Tools logo on it sits with a big bright cocktail (with a fancy umbrella) and converses with a space goblin wearing a red bandana and a pirate eye-patch (with a hole in it). Arrayed on the table is a range of promotional materials and signed 6" x 8" photos of the smiling vesk and a range of power tools, as well as a shining hover truck ('The Big Jim Truckster'™) along with Buster the Quadbike and Buddy the Goblin (also noted as the on-set technical and safety adviser).

"Look it has been a while since we did a Jims Jams special episode, and I'm just sayin' Buddy, filming from the inside of a rampaging Daimalkan will rate through the roof, the folks at home watching the episode will love it!" he explains to the Goblin who seems to be having none of it "Radaszam hasn't given us a bad lead yet, and we might be able to do a collab with some of the other Starfinders for a crossover if they have their own show"

Jim looks up from the conversation whilst the Goblin continues to look through a datapad incredulously.

"Daimalkan Tekenki - great big construct, like something off an action movie, great on a big screen, not so great in reality"

Engineering + Library Chip + Take 20 = DC 41

"Pleased to meet you Gunnz, I'm Big Jim, star of Jims Jams - the high rating trideo home improvement and mechanical repair show. SMC huh? Met them once, great people" he adds, showing a genuine interest in welcoming Gunnz and making a connection "So what's your specialty? Can we get you a drink?"

DC10 Culture to Recognise Big Jim!

The door to the meeting room hisses open to reveal the large golden scaled dragonkin, Venizandrikal. Despite the best efforts of the Starfinder mechanics to have a modular design for their ships to fit many a species, they still did not seem to adequately size things for the sheer mass he is. The about twenty feet and over twenty-five hundred pounds of dragonkin dwarfs many aspect of the ship.

After scrunching himself a little to enter, a deep rumbling voice, like that of thunder from a distance, vibrates the room, "Greetings. I am Venizandrikal." He continues, though the common words seem to struggle through his reptilian mouth, "It is good to meet you." His scales seem to catch the light of the room and reflect a color like that of a newly risen morning sun. With his scaly radiance and rigid posture he has an almost regal appearance. He definitely seems every bit the Starfinder whose only job is being a Starfinder.

"Now THIS guy.." Jim frames Ven with his thumb and forefinger as though imagining a shot "instant star appeal"

Ven shifts his big bulk uncomfortably and rumble-mumbles, "I...uhhhh.."

"Well you should be that's for sure" Jim looks at the dragonkins scales and then at his own scaly vesk hide "We could be related, perhaps you're a distant cousin? Anyhow, Big Jim from Jims Jams, pleased to meet you Venny, geez glad to have you around, putting up houses would be a snap with your size amirite? Ever considered a job in the construction trade? - no - you're more a demolitions guy" Jim winks knowingly.

Ven's large eyes widen slightly (I mean, as much as a reptile's can), "You mean...Oh! You are Big Jim!" Ven then proceeds to stumble over both his words and his reptilian mouth. After a few moments he straightens and regains his composure, "Excuse me Big Jim. I apologize for that. It is an honor to be on assignment with you."

"Hey you're too kind, but this is going to be great! Hey have you met Gunnz? She just got here too, not sure where the others are - they must be going over their contracts and negotiating with their agents"

"We were just talking about Damailkan Tekenekis - you heard much?"

Ven head snakes slightly to face female human. With a nod he rumbles, "Greetings Gunnz." His head then maneuvers toward a more rigid posture once more. "Ziyass should be here shortly. She..," his rumble trails off as if deciding not to continue. His large head shakes a little, "No, I do not know much about Daimalko at all."

"Why sure Big Jim. I'll drink whatever has the brightest colour" giggles Gunnz.

culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"Oh... Your The Big Jim? I think I caught re-runs of your show while I was doing time in The Drift on a recent mission. Monster trucks. Awesome! I just got to drive a sub recently. That was wicked, but I'd love to try your truck some time."

She tosses a drink to the massive Venizandrikal as well.
"Big Jim and Bigger Ven. Well, I tell you, with you two guys around, nobody will be paying any attention to me if the lasers start flying, and that is Fine By Me."

She gives them a wink, quietly adding. "Now, if we were on stage, I'd maybe feel differently you understand."

The door of the meeting room opens and a ... couch moves inside. On it, an elven woman in white toga lying lavishly.

Some vapors floats around her, coming from a hooka installed on the couch and the little sip she takes from it. The couch itself is well maintained, even if numerous cables, wires and circuits seem to come and go through it as well as some vines that seems to grow all around.

In a half asleep voice, she says May the Dreams be kind to us, May the Stars guide us in our next journey. I listen to the Stars, I look at the Voices and Here I am.
I'm Gil-Oloth, Dreamer of the Stars. I hope this mission will not be too tiring. I don't like when they are...

Ven catches and holds the drink. In his hands, the drink looks tiny.

The large dragonkin awkwardly maneuvers around the space to make room for the moving couch.

"It is nice to meet you Gil-Oloth, I am Venizandrikal. If you require assistance with traveling on the mission, I am able to carry you. This might keep your well-crafted couch our of danger."

Ziyass steps into the room, moving over to Ven, and nods to Gunnz and Gil-Oloth. "Greetings, I am Ziyass." She looks over at the vesk and scowls a bit before turning toward Ven.

From her couch, Gil-Oloth smiles at Venizandrikal and with a half sleeping voice she says. Thanks Venizandrikal, but I've build myself this couch. It will carry me anywhere in the universe, don't worry.

After another sip to her hooka and a puff of smoke she greets Ziyass. Greetings, I'm Gil-Oloth.

Big Jim notes the scowl from the Pahtra and can see the problem here. He gets the waitstaff to hurry back with a tray of brightly coloured cocktails for Ziyass, as well as a 6" x 8" signed photo of Buddy the Space Goblin - on the reverse it has written in shiny silver handwriting 'to my biggest fan' and a note use code #JIMSJAMS for 20% off your next order of Bamford Tools - if it's Bamford, it works!.

"I suppose we're due a briefing soon, Radaszam won't keep us waiting too long. In the meantime, how nice is this ship amirite? Radaszam is an inspiration to all of us vesk - as well as our distant relations" Jim gives 'Cousin Veni' a knowing wink.

"And to hosts everywhere!" says Gunnz as she samples another brightly coloured tube of liquid.

"Ohhhh.. you have to try the purple."

Ven instinctively takes a step between Ziyass and Jim while a claw rests on her shoulder. "We thank you for your generosity, Big Jim," he says quickly. His eyes dart to Ziyass and then back to the vesk.

Jim entirely understands the issue!

Ziyass refuses to turn around, but picks up one of the colorful cocktails, avoiding the photo as if it would bite her. She looks at the drink in her claws and gingerly takes a first sip.

Ven closes his eyes for a moment and seems to relax as he exhales a deep breath, his nostrils flare in the moment. He gives Ziyass' shoulder a soft squeeze and then releases.

Afterward he looks at Jim hopefully, "While Ziyass paints a broad stroke when it comes to vesk, she does not do so unwarranted. We have had to go on society missions with more..," he pauses as if trying to find the right words, "..orthodox vesk. I believe that this mission will not be like that. I look forward to working with you Big Jim, and watching you exemplify the best qualities of the vesk as you normally do."

Ziyass sighs again and mutters under her breath, repeating, "Pulonis will be freed."

Jim continues on, ignoring the snub "When I started Jims Jams it was to show the Pact Worlds that vesk could bring more than just brawn, might, and High Despots - that there were plenty of us who wanted something else - from home decorators, through to humble mechanics. I made it a family-friendly, to ensure we had the widest possible audience, because I knew there would be other vesk hatchlings out there who wanted to pick up a wrench and build, not break. I got all sorts of guests on the show, from ysoki junk traders fixing up their scavenger ships deep in the drift through to smaller bit parts where we had segments on nutrition and good eating. That's the point of the show - encourage kids to experience something different" Jim pauses "To ward off ignorant prejudices and encourage people to build a better world - to show my vesk fellows there were other options"

"Perhaps they aren't getting episodes on Vesk 6"

"I suppose I do not know if they get episodes on Pulonis," Ven replies diplomatically. "But it sounds as if we all wish for the best for everyone's future. Such a shared goal cannot help but cause collaboration." The dragonkin carefully grabs one of the drinks and raises it, "To the mission!"

"Hey, you should totally do a segment on Interpretative Dance. But to be honest... that's not really my thing. But you know what they say.. release your body and your mind will follow."

Gunnz gets to her feet, perhaps a little unsteadily, and does a wiggle before sitting down again. She lifts her empty test-tube to her eyes, defocusing slightly as if she is not too sure where the contents got to.

"Or even better, an SMC tribute show. Hey... get some of their performing bots on. Did I tell you I danced on stage with them once. It was The Best Show Ever!!!!!"

She eyes up the bar wearily before looking around the room, spotting Ziyass. Her eyes light up as she springs to her feet with an almost cat-like grace, all trace of drunkenness vanished.

"Ohhh, do you know Gsaszzah?" she asks. "She had the smoothest fur." her hand starts to reach out toward him before she catches herself.

Ziyass stares at the hand until it stops. "While I am proud of my luxurious fur, I do prefer not to be petted, thank you." She smirks a bit, showing off one fang in the process.

"Ooopse... of course... Gota get to know you a bit better before we try something like that. But.. so pretty..." sighs Gunnz. She does take a wary step back from the Hard Stare.

Snagging another test-tube of an iridescent blue she settles back down onto a couch. "Drink anyone?"

“Excellent! You’re all here!” exclaims Radaszam as he enters the room. He parts his scaly lips to reveal an exceedingly sharp-toothed, uncharacteristically childlike grin of glee. “I can’t believe we’re about to land on Daimalko. Can you imagine? Colossi everywhere! Terrible things—with tongues and teeth and gun turrets for heads, capable of destroying entire city blocks with one swipe of their horrific claws. This is going to be great!”

The mercenary leader takes a deep breath, clearly calming the excitement that’s gotten the better of him. He closes his eyes, and when they reopen, the steely demeanor of a veteran Starfinder Society faction leader returns.

“As exciting as this mission is,” Radaszam intones, “I realize I’ve provided scant details so far. You may be wondering whether you’ve walked into what may sound like a suicide mission. And I realize that seeking out a murderous Daimalkan colossus, retrieving relics rattling around in its guts, and escaping alive and unharmed might seem like a fool’s errand. I assure you, it’s not. I’ve taken every precaution for our success. And it’s vital that we undertake this task, both to reclaim the Society’s property and to secure its future against those who would see us destroyed. I’ll explain more.”

“Less than a week ago, three powerful and mysterious hybrid items were stolen straight from the Safe in Lorespire Complex, without anyone from the Society so much as noticing. These relics were more mysterious than any the Society has recently recovered. What’s more, if they fall into the wrong hands, they could pose a real threat.”

“Worse, the Society didn’t discover the theft until the Aspis Consortium contacted us with some troubling news. Their agents had intended to purchase the items from the mercenaries who stole them from us. They met the mercenaries on Daimalko for this purpose, but a tekenki—a tech colossus, one of the gun-headed ones—rolled up. It rampaged, killing and consuming everyone except a single Aspis survivor, including the mercenaries with the relics.”

“Now, you might think that this would be a total loss, but our research indicates a silver lining. Tekenkis are technological constructs, meaning they’ve got no stomach acid to break down the things they consume. Our preliminary research indicates that it’s entirely possible to access the interior of a tekenki, meaning it’s also entirely possible to retrieve the relics and escape. Maybe even more importantly, we may get some clue about who attacked the Lorespire Complex and stole these relics in the first place. So that’s the plan here—we’re going into the belly of the beast!”

Radaszam’s beady eyes start to gleam and his throaty voice becomes louder and louder. After another deep breath, his steely composure returns.

“I’ve researched this plan to Aucturn and back,” he says, “and I’m confident it will work. I’ve already reached out to New Valor, our destination on Daimalko. Their guardians—think like mayors, but more protecting people from giant monsters— have assured me that our ship is welcome and our mission is sanctioned, as long as we don’t draw the colossus toward town. They’re used to off-worlders landing in New Valor looking for some extreme hunting action. They say we’re more responsible than most, so we won’t face any hostilities from the locals.”

As serious as he’s been this entire time, Radaszam clenches his jaw and nods gravely.

“Of all the Society’s agents,” he says, “I believe that you together have the best chance of pulling this heist off. It’s a daunting task we ask, I realize. What questions can I answer before we touch down on Daimalko?”

In one corner of the room the air starts to shift and shimmer for a moment and then with a small pop and a wave of air an older dwarf appears where there was nothing before. He seems dressed for conflict carrying a massive weapon in the shape of a canon filled with a variety of what look like ancient vacuumn tubes, but arranged in a way that any shot from it would likely hurt as much as a modern equivalnet gun. He seems to be dressed in a living suit of plants covered in sheets of paper.

The bald man scans the room through his tny glasses, and frowns. "Andgradd's flaming droppings be dammed! I missed my target again!" He peers off into the distance for a moment, fingers twitching slightly as he seems to stare at something. "Last day of Neth, 320 AG... That was no where near where I was shooting for. And Torag's dusty anvil knows where I am for that matter... At least no one has started shooting yet, that's an improvement."

He finally takes a moment to take in the room and the people in it. The happy-go-lucky human in the small clothes, the gruff and brash vesk with his merchandise, the elf looking elegant in her toga and moving couch, and finally the golden-scaled and diplomatic dragonkin seeming to try keeping the much more standoffish pahtra from isolating herself from the group. He gives a puzzled look, before piping up. "This wouldn't happen to be some... uh, Starfinder operation, would it? Can't think of any reason this many different people'd be gathered in one spot in 320... But anyways, can someone point out to me where we happen to be? I get this is some kind of space ship, but where exactly?"

He peers out of one of the windows on the ship for a moment before turning back to look at everyone. "Oh, right, I guess I should introduce myself. I am Threzlomn Cinderfall, Head Librarian of the Sealed Library Ark of the Committee of the Eternal Quest for the Sky, or at least will be in another 200 years or so. Had a bit of a problem happen with trying to recreate an experiment in a book we had and, well, I'm a bit lost. Mind if I stay here, at least for a few days, as the energy I need to try jumping again rebuilds?"

and EDIT because I missed the GMs post:
Threzlomn gives a small huff as his questions aren't immediately answered and pauses getting a far off look in his eyes, his right hand turns as if tuning a dial on a radio, shifting quickly one way or the other, before slowly moving to very minute motions. After a moment that took almost as long as Radaszam's briefing, he blinks and comes back to reality. "Ooooh, Daimalko! My library has almost no books from there in it's archives. Also I don't have much in the way of materials on the Starfinder Society, at least since the proir-prior head librarian purged their chronicles. Would it be a bother if I tagged along for this, uh, mission, was it? I can sign any sort of NDA you might require of me though I also give you my word as a dwarf that none of the details of this mission would be heard from my lips by anyone from this and the next century."

Before Radaszam gets to answering questions, if anyone wants to roll Culture or Diplomacy to see what you know or can find out about Daimalko, New Valor, and the colossi that roam the planet.

Using my Library Chip for and take 20 for a 35 in Culture

From her half-sleep, the elf smiles at the wonders they could discover in this mission! So much to learn and to see... she also worries that it will be a lot of work for her.

She don't seems to be surprised by the sudden arrival of Threzlomn and says with a strange voice. I've foreseen you arrival master dwarf, welcome. You're presence will be necessary for the sake of the mission.

Then she closes her eyes and think about what she could ask Radazam, but falls asleep.

culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
"Uhh... so... like..How do we plan to get inside? Climb inside their mouths? asks Gunnz.

"And what do these artefacts look like?"

culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

At the sudden appearance of the time traveling space dwarf, Ven's wings spread to cover his allies and his large head darts to look at the newcomer. He stays tensed like that until Gil welcomes him. After her words, he slightly lowers his wings and snakes a head to look at the Venture-Captain, clearly awaiting a confirmation.

Comparing notes with Gil-Oloth, Jim grins "So we just need to get it to fire at something and when the plates move we duck inside? Jeez"

"What do we know about the relics? Are they easily portable? Do they present any sort of danger to us - like radiation or strange magic?"

Jim looks at the newcomer with interest.

Ziyass stares wide-eyed at the dwarf, but quickly switches to listen intently to Gil-Oloth and Jim as the knowledge about these monstrous constructs is shared. "Since they're territorial, that means we will know which one to go after, right, assuming we have the exact location of the original attack? And do we have a safe way to get to that one territory, or do we kill all those we come across?" And Ziyass smiles widely.

She's eager to fight something that she won't be nagged at to not kill even if it's done evil things, glancing sideways toward Ven!

She don't seems to be surprised by the sudden arrival of Threzlomn and says with a strange voice. I've foreseen you arrival master dwarf, welcome. You're presence will be necessary for the sake of the mission.

Threzlomn looks over at the elf for a moment, somewhat surprised she responded like that and then gives a small sigh. "Blazing anvils, is this one of those things fated to happen? Ugh, I hate walking into fated events, always messes up my schedules. Though I have learned to not try fighting them. Last time I nearly lost my knees."

He reaches up and taps a small circle on his left arm, a small portal opens in the opening and he reaches in, pauses for a second and then pulls out book and a small chip. Opening the book proves it to be a data pad with physical pages, he plugs the chip in at the top and swipes around some on the cover of the book. "Right, AG 4th century Daimalko... Ooh, we did, uh... will have a copy of some external sketches of a tekenkis. Seems the chest portion opens up when it readies to fire... but you'd need some way of flying up into it, and I sadly don't have one myself."
Take 10 on culture with a library chip gives him exactly 30. Also I never thought about needing to be able to fly or jump jet into something.

The dwarf gives the vesk an interested look back for a moment before he gives a snap of his fingers. "You're Big Jim of... Jams Jims, was it? We had to study your show in a 4th century cinematography class. Your masterful use of continuity editing was... IS masterful. Not to mention the heart and humor you put into each show. Uhhh mind if I get a digital signature for the library?"

He then turns to Ziyass asking about killing all f the colossi that might get in there way. "Doubt they'd still be a problem here if a small band of people, even highly trained ones such as I'm sure all of you are, could just kill them willy nilly. They're also what, massive beyond all belief? Otherwise their names would be a misnomer."

"Why sure that would be swell!" Jim lights up "You know, at the end of the day we strive for wholesome family entertainment with Jims Jams, except that single episode with some mature themes 'Jim Jams it up the Jinsuls' when they came to invade - but I'd love to get you some promotional material and a digital signature for the library"

"Look as to the jump jets, I have some on my armour - and you can ride on Buster™ who also has jump jets and can really get a move on!'

When Threzlomn arrives, Radaszam looks pleasantly surprised. "Excellent! Whisperer of Solar Winds told us that you would be joining us, but we were not sure when you would arrive. You are welcome to join us and just in time for our mission briefing," he adds with a toothy grin.

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"Uhh... so... like..How do we plan to get inside? Climb inside their mouths?" asks Gunnz.

Radaszam averts his eyes for just a moment before answering. “Well,” he drawls. “Maybe. A tekenki doesn’t eat, because it’s technological. But they are well known to consume people and things, so there’s got to be a way to get inside, as well as a way to get out. We’re just going to have to sweet-talk the damais into telling us. They’ve spent generations researching and hunting colossi, so they’ll know.”

"And what do these artefacts look like?"

“The relics are identical, and each is the size and shape of a human femur. They’re covered in alien script that not even our best experts can identify, let alone decipher. We don’t know what they do yet. The Society had been planning to seek experts from across the Pact Worlds when they were stolen—it’s possible that these pieces are powerfully dangerous. In any case, we need to get them back. And we need to find out who breached the Lorespire Complex so easily and stole them.”

"Since they're territorial, that means we will know which one to go after, right, assuming we have the exact location of the original attack?"

“The reports we received from the Aspis survivor made it clear we’re looking for a tekenki—one that typically roams territory about 60 miles northwest from New Valor. The town’s guardians and its colossi trackers keep tabs on all known colossi within 100 miles. Even if they don’t know exactly where the thing is, they’ll be able to point us in the right direction. Then it’s up to us to get back the Society’s stuff.”

"or do we kill all those we come across?"

Radaszam lets out a thunderous belly laugh. “Kill! A colossus! Good one, Ziyass. You know they’re practically bigger than an Absalom Station district, right? And they’re walking murder machines? No, we’re not killing a colossus. Get in its belly, grab the relics, and get out. That’s about as much as we can hope for—although if we can maybe dent the thing’s gullet on the way out, that’d be quite the story to tell the First Seeker, eh?”

Radaszam grins again and slaps Big Jim on the back. “What an adventure we’re looking at, eh?!” he exclaims.

Any other questions for Radaszam? Please select you boons and post them in the discussion. There are no recommended boons for this scenario.

Opening an eye, Gil-Oloth in an half asleep voice asks Which Damai do we need to convince to give us their most secret knowledge about this creature?
Do we have something we can give them in exchange of this information or any leverage?

"I've arranged our arrival with New Valor’s leaders, but we are on our own beyond that. I don't believe anything we need is considered a secret. Still, the best we can hope for is some guidance about where to find the thing, and maybe some tips for not getting eaten once we get close to it. Maybe some guidance about how to access the thing’s belly. Anyway, as long as we remind them that our highest priority is to keep the tekenki as far away from New Valor as possible, the locals won’t chase us out. Some of them may even be excited to meet Starfinders, though since they’re a population of colossus hunters, they’re probably not so easy to impress.”

"Oh jump jets? I've always wanted to try them." smiles Gunnz.,

"I think maybe I'll head off to the stop."

Thought where she would fit them on her outfit... is questionable.

Ven relaxes completely and bows his head to Threzlomn. "Please forgive my caution, head librarian," the dragonkin rumbles respectfully, "In these times of secretive and hidden enemies, caution is a necessity."

Ven nods at each of his teammate's questions for their foresight and intelligent questions.

"I agree, the safety of the citizens of New Valor should be our first priority. Followed by our team's safety, and then the acquisition of our relics..." He trails off for a moment and then speaks up again, "Which leads to my question, are you joining us Venture Captain?"

He also speaks up after Gunnz, "Should any of you need, I am capable of carrying a couple into the air. His face pains slightly as he continues, "Ziyass...has managed to find my old skyfire...riding saddle...so..that is an option..."

"No offence Venizndrikal.." says Gunnz.

"And while I am sure you would give a wonderful ride.... " she adds respectfully.

"Jet Packs!" she almost squeaks in delight.

Ziyass snickers under her breath and mutters to Ven,"Yep, just hop right up and ride yourselves a dragon today, folks!"

I will need a new weapon, but except for that, I'm ready to go.

Says Gil-Oloth from her couch.

Ven sighs a deep breath of relief at Gunnz's enthusiasm for jet packs.

"Which leads to my question, are you joining us Venture Captain?"

Radaszam grins and strikes a heroic pose in his high-backed starship chair. “Of course I am!” he roars, laughing with delight. “Do you think I’d let the opportunity to go inside a colossus pass without getting my own claws a little dirty? I’ll accompany you into New Valor and on the safari—I mean the trip!—to find the target tekenki. After that, you may be on your own. Depends on how hard it is to get into the belly of a colossus, know what I mean?”

I will need a new weapon, but except for that, I'm ready to go.

"We should be able to pick up some supplies at New Valor if you need anything. We expect to be leaving the Drift later today."

Gunnz is already tapping away at her elegant wrist-band, that it appears doubles as a mico-computer.

"I've put in a shopping list, including some heavier stuff to wear. Not that it will make that much of a difference if a giant construct turns a plasma missile on me but... well.. they also accommodate additional extra like jet packs!"

"Look as to the jump jets, I have some on my armour - and you can ride on Buster™ who also has jump jets and can really get a move on!'

Threz gives the first hit of a smile you've seen on the dour dwarf and holds up his data pad. "Oh, the underlings will be jealous I got to not only meet a celebrity, but one they'll never get to! Also, nothing like the ageless reliability of machines to get you places, I'll definitely take you up on your offer."

When Threzlomn arrives, Radaszam looks pleasantly surprised. "Excellent! Whisperer of Solar Winds told us that you would be joining us, but we were not sure when you would arrive. You are welcome to join us and just in time for our mission briefing," he adds with a toothy grin.

The small smile fades as the etched in frown reminiscent of the strictest of librarians returns. "So not only a fated event, but a prophesized one? Ugh those are the worst. Makes me feel like just a pawn in some cosmic game." He grumps for a moment or two longer and then shrugs and decides to give up the issue.

Ven relaxes completely and bows his head to Threzlomn. "Please forgive my caution, head librarian," the dragonkin rumbles respectfully, "In these times of secretive and hidden enemies, caution is a necessity."

He also speaks up after Gunnz, "Should any of you need, I am capable of carrying a couple into the air. His face pains slightly as he continues, "Ziyass...has managed to find my old skyfire...riding saddle...so..that is an option..."

Threz looks over and then up, and up at Ven and waves away the apology. "You didn't try to shoot, bite, maim, hobble or kill me immediately. I know appearing like that is disconcerting, but it speaks volumes to your character you waited to see if I was a threat first. Please pay it no mind."

He then takes a very uneasy look at Ven's back his face turning ever so slightly green and quickly adds, "More than glad to ride Big Jim's construct. But thank-you for the offer."

Finally the dwarf pauses and stops to think, "So do you... we have anything readied in the way of vehicles or transportation from New Valor to wherever this colossus is, or do we need to look into getting something readied for that? And no I can't make another jump for a few days at least and I haven't ever tried bringing people with me and it's terribly terribly inaccurate."