Game Master S's "Year of Redemption's Rise" [1-4] (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

Enter the Infosphere

Life aboard Absalom Station is never dull.

You're taking a break from the action, well as much of a break as a Starfinder ever does, with your favorite libation at Castamir's. You got lucky tonight; fellow agent and hostess extraordinaire Eevee-34 filled in as your waitress.

You're about to order another round when she winks and playfully adds, "Sorry, cashing you out. You'll see in about 30 seconds."

Sure enough, your comm goes off. It's a summons to The First Seeker's office.

Life aboard Absalom Station is never dull.

Play begins Monday November 7th.

"How did you know that?" Magnok remarks. He picks up his gear and prepares to leave.

"Acknowledged. I'm on my way." The android mechanic replies into his comm link.

EV just winks...

First Seeker Ehu Hadif nods respectfully in greeting and gestures at the room’s comfortable leather chairs. “Greetings. Thank you for your time today, Starfinders. Give me just a moment—this computer is almost restored from a pre-Scourge backup.” He enters a few final keystrokes before bidding the technician farewell and settling back in his chair.

“I apologize for the delay. We’re still working on restoring the complex to full technological operations. Now that the Data Scourge has been resolved—thanks to the efforts of Starfinders such as yourselves—we’re able to re-install the equipment we locked away. The thorough inspections take a good deal of time and effort, but I think you’ll agree they’re worth it.”

“Before I begin today’s briefing, I have a question for you. Is there anything I can help you with? Any issues that have been troubling you lately or anything that you believe the Society needs to take a closer look at?”

Will use this as an opportunity for people to check in!

"Well now that you mention it, I think the Starfinder Society should look into more sponsorships of top athletes. Imagine seeing our logo on the unitard of a top class Ysoki wrestling champ? Think of how that would inspire the next generation of Starfinders!

"That.... that actually is not a bad idea at all. I.... may actually look into that."

"Heya, First Seeker. All good 'round here! The Vizzini's are always ready to step up and help the Society. 'Specially when there's a chance for makin' a quick buck, or makin' new friends and business partners, you know?"

As always the ysoki is decked out in his shiny new Lashunta Tempweave, which has a hefty (for his size) utility belts strapped over it.

"So, where we goin', Bossman?"

"Well, we're waiting on one more agent, but you can fill them in I suppose."

Ehu leans forward and clasps his lower set of arms on the desk. “While the threat of the Data Scourge is over, I must confess that all is not well within these walls. I’m not sure how much you keep up with current events, but public opinion of us is dire, to say the least, and many of our own agents have responded to recent events with concern, fear, even outrage.”

For the briefest moment, a trace of concern flashes across the normally stoic face of the First Seeker. “Historia-Prime has wronged the Pact Worlds, this station, and the Starfinder Society. With Prime destroyed, many direct their anger and grief at us. My goal is to ensure that we emerge from this crisis stronger than before. I’ve always believed in listening to all agents and providing an open door to any who wish to raise concerns, though I admit I’ve been rather occupied as of late. As such, I’d like to ask you to act as my agents today."

“In recent months, I’ve been made aware of three factions growing in popularity within the Society. I’d like your group to visit the leaders of these factions to speak with them, figure out where their interests lay, and see if you can aid them in feeling welcomed within the Society. My hope remains that inter-faction outreach can help spread understanding between factions and remind our agents that we’re all in this together. When you’re done, report back to me with information on how best to aid these factions and what their goals are. As soon as my computer finishes updating, I’ll send you the data I have on these factions. While we wait, do you have any questions for me?”

Will take a Culture roll to determine how much you already know.

For once, Giovanni thinks before he speaks.

culture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

"I am sorry to hear about Historia- Prime. I hope you do not hold anything against androids due to her behvaior."

Culture: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"We have other factions other than dataphiles? Why do we need to welcome them?"

Magnok's shocking confession is soon forgotten as Giovanni relays a LOT of information:

Members of the Starfinder Society typically choose at least one faction to support. A faction is a group of Starfinders dedicated to a particular goal or ideal. The factions work within the Society to help it align more closely with their values but rarely find themselves in opposition with one another. Minor factions occasionally spring up and either grow into full factions or fade into the background, depending upon the amount of interest they garner.

Zigvigix was the leader of the Exo-Guardians faction before being taken captive during the Data Scourge. During their captivity, Ziggy’s cybernetics were infected with a vicious code. These cybernetics served as a vector to infect critical systems, including Guidance, throughout the Lorespire Complex. The revelation of this infection—heartbreaking to Zigvigix—was followed by painful operations to remove the cybernetics. Since then, they’ve formed the Advocates faction to advocate for a Society that ensures all agents are taken care of physically, mentally, and emotionally.

During the Data Scourge, Royo was one of the loudest voices speaking out against the Society’s overreliance on technology. A group of Starfinders interested in exploring the possibilities of low-tech, natural, and magical solutions to problems formerly solved by technology coalesced around him, becoming the Cognates faction.

"There is an Advocates faction that ensures that all agents are taken care of physically, mentally, and emotionally?! Does this society really need a faction that pampers our agents? I thought our agents were tough and had grit!"

"This Cognates faction is not impressing me either. I can see them wanting to ban androids from all missions before we know it. The only good thing is that without technology, they won't be able to accomplish much."

"Hey, now. While we all think the Dataphiles are the bomb, not everyone is a cool as we are. Sometimes folks get left out to dry, or get hurt, or what have you. Sometimes you get drow death metal daemons in your comm units. Good to have someone lookin' out fer ya'"

He ponders things for a moment, and then turns to Ehu. "So, Bossman, who should we talk t' first?"

"Ziggy is right down the hall. Perhaps there?"

Everyone nods and excuses themselves to walk down the hall. Hitting the button to alert your presence, you're invited inside.

The door slides open to reveal a room stripped of its personal effects, which now fill boxes lining the walls. A shirren in a power chair turns at the sound of new arrivals, their face lighting up in recognition as they wheel that chair out from behind a stack of boxes. “Greetings, Starfinders!” Zigvigix projects telepathically. “Come in, come in! Watch the clutter. We’ve kept a path clear this way. I assume Ehu sent you? Delightful! For those of you I haven’t yet met, my name is Zigvigix! You may call me Ziggy. It seems I find myself once again leader of a faction. Isn’t that exciting? We call ourselves the Advocates, and we—”

Camellia interrupts, saying “I voted for ‘Heartloves,’ but apparently there’s a copyright issue.”

“Yes, well, I quite like that name too,” Ziggy admits. “But not everyone shares our love of sugarpop! At any rate, our goal is to ensure that the Starfinder Society supports its agents and to promote community and kindness among our membership. The past few years have been difficult for the organization, and we think it’s time we learn to cooperate and uplift each other again!"

"One of our first tasks is to find a new headquarters. We’ve been granted permission to use an old wing of the Lorespire Complex. It’s been abandoned since the Scoured Stars incident. We’re hoping to turn it into a place for agents to spend time together, with a recreation room, a lounge, training rooms, medical facilities, and even living quarters for those who want to spend more time in the space. Won’t that be lovely?”

“We’re almost finished here, but we could use your help clearing out the central room in the new wing so we can use it as a place to coordinate renovations from, and turning on the breakers to restore power to the wing. Would you mind helping?”

"Rowdy Randy is all about the love, boss. Happy to clear out some space for you and evict any undesirable weirdos."

”Yo, that sounds great. I’ll fix th’ power up, and maybe set you up with some second hand gaming councils. I am sure I can scrounge a couple up, and some big screens. Damned things are always fallin’ of th’ back of a truck!”

Excitedly, the party heads off to the new area. The entry is a grungy space, illuminated by weak yellow emergency lighting. Numerous halls lined with closed doors lead deeper into the wing. A wide stairwell descends to another floor of the Lorespire Complex. Map updated.

Randy strides in and takes a look around for any dangers.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

"“We’re almost finished here, but we could use your help clearing out the central room in the new wing so we can use it as a place to coordinate renovations from, and turning on the breakers to restore power to the wing. Would you mind helping?”

"Yes, I have been instructed to do just that. What does this job entail? When you say clean out, is this the work of a blaster or a broom?"

Previously, "Should be the work of big muscles moving boxes!"

Randy sees nothing dangerous here, though part of the problem is that there's no power here, and you're stuck with your flashlights. Randy moves up to look at the main room. Moving boxes is correct... This crowded lounge is dimly lit by emergency lighting and piled high with boxes and crates. Narrow pathways have been cleared through the room, the stacks of abandoned crates leaning over them precariously.

Athletics check to move a box from point A to point B. you just need to get them out of the main room.

Randy sees the coast is clear, so gets to work.

Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

"Lifting? Carrying? That seems so... mundane."

Giovanni looks around for some robot or something that he could hack to make do his work. Failing that, he just starts hauling.
athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"I once spend an entire afternoon moving liquid fuel canisters into the back of a Pegasus. How hard can this be?"

Athletics Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Rowdy moves into the room to start moving crates. He discovers that whoever left them here didn't much care about how well they were stacked. One stack wobbles and tips over on the ysoki! DMG: 1d6 ⇒ 4. REF DC 12 for half.

As soon as the crash stops echoing in the heretofore quiet chamber a high pitched voice from inside screeches, "GAH! WHO INVADES MY ANCESTRAL HOME?"

Rowdy moves into the room to start moving crates. He discovers that whoever left them here didn't much care about how well they were stacked. One stack wobbles and tips over on the ysoki! DMG: 1d6 ⇒ 4. REF DC 12 for half.

As soon as the crash stops echoing in the heretofore quiet chamber a high pitched voice from inside screeches, "GAH! WHO INVADES MY ANCESTRAL HOME?"

"The clean up crew hired to tidy up this mess. Who are you?"

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"Oww!"

"Yo, yeah, we are the Starfinders. Comin' here to clean stuff up. Ancestral home? Didn't think anything on the station was really ancestral.

"You wanna come out here and talk? We're all about talking. "

A well built and armored Vesk comes flying into the room, ignorant of the screeching. Panting slightly as he speaks, he voice booms even though it's apparent he's trying to be polite/quite. "I've been running all over this station trying to catch up. Even missed my chance to talk to Ziggy, but Camellia set me straight. Sorry I'm late to help. I'm Sorros!"

"I am your better rat-man! I'll teach you a lesson coming into my ancestral home. I'll teach you by kicking your ass with my loyal subjects!" The speaker reveals itself at the end of the threat. It's some kind of small furry... thing.

It's "loyal subjects" are a pair of human-sized xenomorphic creatures.

The "leader" is a Mysticism check to ID. The minion is life science.

Leader: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Magnok-704: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Minion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Giovanni: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Rowdy Randy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Soros: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Roll Leader: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Soros: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Round 1:
Rowdy Randy: Go
Giovanni: Go
Minion: TBD
Magnok-704: TBD
Leader: TBD
Sorros: TBD

"Why did you have to go there, bug? We could have been friends."

Giovanni quickly pulls his laser pistol out of his cheek pouch, and moves to cover while flipping a little distracting strobe gadget out to the floor.
trick attack (engineering): 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 4 = 20 tricks nothing. Why do you do this to me RNG?
He then shoots, though the little guy wasn't distracted.
Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
fire: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Giovanni wings the thing with a shot. "AH! NEVER! Not friends! You invade MY KINGDOM!"

Round 1:
Rowdy Randy: Go
Giovanni: Hit
Minion: TBD
Magnok-704: TBD
Leader: TBD
Sorros: TBD

Randy heads straight for the leader and lays some smackdown!

Smackdown!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
bludgeoning: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"AH! WHAT? NO!" The smackdown nearly kills the thing.

His antennae then twitch a bit as he orders the minions to attack.
Bite v. Giovanni: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 MISS
Bite v. Magnok: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 for DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Round 1:
Rowdy Randy: Hit
Giovanni: Hit
Minion: ATK
Magnok-704 (SP: 7/14): Go
Leader: TBD
Sorros: TBD

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" Magnok swears.

Magnok steps back to draw his pistol and commands his Tarkus Unit to attack the blue insect beast.

"Take that thing out, Tarkus!"

A semi automatic tactical pistol emerges from the unit's insides and fires at Blue.

Tactical Pistol: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Aim first and then shoot!" Magnok admonishes his droid.

Magnok's aim is pretty poor, and the minion doesn't even move off course.

The leader is furious at the insolence of the invaders on his ancestral grounds, "Hey rat-face, BACK OFF!" The words carry magical weight as they hit Randy's ears. Will save DC 14. Command is technically "flee."

Round 1:
Rowdy Randy: Hit Will Save
Giovanni: Hit
Minion: ATK
Magnok-704 (SP: 7/14): Miss
Leader: Command
Sorros: Go

Round 2:
Rowdy Randy: Go
Giovanni: Go
Minion: TBD
Magnok-704 (SP: 7/14): TBD
Leader: TBD
Sorros: TBD

An oversized claws of whirling matter and energy forms around Sorros's main and and he swipes at the creature while growling "Not the intro I was expecting.."

Basic Entropic Strike: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Basic Entropic Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Sorros quite easily connects with his cosmic training. The creature, whatever it is, reels backwards a bit. The vesk is confident that he can drop it with another solid blow. You didn't specify a target out of the two you can reach, so let me know which one.

Round 2:
Rowdy Randy: WILL + Go
Giovanni: Go
Minion: TBD
Magnok-704 (SP: 7/14): TBD
Leader: TBD
Sorros: TBD

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Hey hey what the hell is this thing? Gaaaaaaaaa!"

Randy flees in an undignified manner.

"That's right! I am your better you antenna-less cretin!"

Giovanni pulls another trick out of his sleeve, literally, as a tiny disco ball is rolled across the floor to distract the red minion bug next to him. He backs off and shoots.

trick attack (engineering): 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 14 + 4 = 21
sigh

Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
fire, precision: 1d4 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (8) = 13
precision only if that somehow was a success

Randy pants as he snaps out of it.

"Who are you calling a crouton? I am the whole damned SALAD!"

Giovanni takes a clumsy shot, but somehow hits the creature clean in the face! The minion rolls over and dies with nary a sound!

The remain minion hesitates until the sovereign ruler of the storage room shouts at it to bite Sorros:
Bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 for DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Round 2:
Rowdy Randy: Flee!
Giovanni: Kill
Minion: ATK
Magnok-704 (SP: 7/14): Go
Leader: TBD
Sorros (SP: 3/10): TBD

Magnok-704 fires his Azimuth Laser Pistol at the blue bug and directs Tarkus to move back and do the same.

Magnok's Laser Pistol vs. EAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Fire Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Tarkus Tactical Pistol vs. KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"What kind of ammunition are you using Tarky?"

Magnok's aim is off, but thankfully he's a better mechanic than a shot. Tarkus wings the minion.

The glorious monarch of the storage room moves a bit west to get a clear line on Sorros and then magically hurls a piece of unattended equipment (something ancient and unused, a crimson-colored device used to make smake straps of metal designed to lock pages of primitive paper together.)

Projectrile: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14, but he only succeeds in hitting the wall.

Round 2:
Rowdy Randy: Flee!
Giovanni: Kill
Minion: ATK
Magnok-704 (SP: 7/14): Hit
Leader: Miss
Sorros (SP: 3/10): Go

Sorros winces from the bite, but gladly returns the favor, using the energy from the bite returned into his own attack.

Basic Entropic Strike: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Basic Entropic Damage: 1d3 + 3 + 2d4 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (3, 3) = 10

Entropy Pool: 0 (spent 2 this round)
Entropic Strike: Bludgeon & Acid

"Oh No!" The leader is heartbroken as Sorros kills the only remaining minion, and likely last subject of the sovereign ruler. The energy is overwhelming and it's death is... messy.

Round 3:
Rowdy Randy: Go
Giovanni: Go
Magnok-704 (SP: 7/14): Go
Leader: TBD
Sorros (SP: 3/10): TBD

Randy moves twice toward the remaining leader, ready to get some revenge.

"Well, no is the moment of our reckoning, I wager."

Giovanni moves up, all while throwing out various sparklies and such. "Did someone order a rave?"

trick attack (engineering): 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 4 = 28 Finally!

Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Of course.
fire, precision: 1d4 + 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (1) = 3