[SFS/Outpost]1-25 The Beacon Code Dilemma (Inactive)

Game Master Kludde

perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

Liftt helps with the searching, but spends most of his time checking out the pilots console to see what he can learn.

perc(aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Rattus looks around the area with Liftt. He fiddles with a dried piece of cheddar in his pocket.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

what did these guys do?

Rayva goes about investigating the bridge.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

The group sifts through the various consoles and items on the bridge, until Celly discovers a hidden panel under the captain's chair. After opening it up, it reveals a hidden compartment, that contains a metallic sphere, about 2 feet in diameter and covered in a layer of grime. It is heavy and emits a low, soft hum. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that this is the relic the team was looking for.

Mission success! You are still free to explore the rest of the derelict ship, though that may be anticlimactic after uncovering the relic. One you are ready to move on and spacewalk back to your ship, I'll post the conclusion

Can you all please roll day jobs, should you have them?

Well hello ... whatever you are Celly says as she carefully extracts the sphere. Oh goodness you're heavy. I so wonder what you are

dj exotic dancer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Liftt grins as Celly finds the artefact.
"Well done!" he says. And then pointing to his CAAMC "And no deaths!"

On the way back he is more than happy to provide pointers to others wanting to improve their piloting skills

day job, driving instructor: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Celly listens to the tips

I know someone who could benefit from your expertise. Although she really needs traffic confidence. Apparently she freaked out in a traffic situation with her shirren instructor .... oh wait .... that might have been you.

Profession: Actor: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

no day job

"Ah. Well, I guess this was the best outcome we could hope for.."

Apologies, Saturday was my daughter's birthday, we had a full weekend and a lot of yard work also got done. :) No day job for Boris. Great group! Thanks as always for running, Kludde!

Let's give this place a good going over. If we can't return the bodies of the crew, we should, at least, return their personal effects for their families ... erm ... descendants.

She looks for the Amber Reconnoiter's dedication plaque (assuming it has one) to return it to Absalom Station.

Could someone download all the logs please?

After leaving the group Rattus heads to a local bar.

I got a 21 Profession smuggler rolled in Discussion

Rattus bows and whines before the Abazobari leader and the female vesk says

"I've no use for a smuggler who dumps his cargo at the first sign of a patrol cruiser"

"Listen...Sabatra even I get boarded sometimes! I'll pay you double!" replies Rattus.

Chronicles are up! As ever, please let me know if there were any mistakes.

The team makes it back out of the debris field with relative ease, having smuggled out both the relic and the ornate dedication plaque.

Back at the complex, Naiaj and MP-8 listen with full attention to the debriefing of our heroes.

MP-8 wheels up to the artifact and examines it, feeling around its sides. Its eye dims in concentration for a moment, and then its eye reactivates with an air of disappointment. “Strange. This artifact has been lost for so long, one would think its technologies would be rudimentary at best, but there seems to be some sort of advanced, multilayered encryption protecting whatever is inside. What could it be...?”

MP-8 backs away from the artifact. “This is beyond my capabilities to handle. I suppose we will have to table the analysis for the time being.” It turns to Naiaj. “I trust that the church will be able to count on the Society on this matter again in the future? It is a bit disturbing to me that a Society vessel on the brink of death would be so cavalier as to simply vacuum up such an important relic without a thought.”

Naiaj bristles but then closes her eyes and sighs. “I find it disturbing that you would disrespect the memory of the crew without a thought, given that without their sacrifice, we wouldn’t even have this relic in the first place.” She reopens her eyes and bears a tight-lipped smile. “But I suppose that’s neither here nor there at this point. We have the relic now, and believe me, we are just as interested as you in this find, if not more so. I suppose we have no choice but to work together again. The Society will keep the relic safe in the meantime.”

MP-8 nods. “Until we meet again."

Thank you all for playing!

Let's give this place a good going over. If we can't return the bodies of the crew, we should, at least, return their personal effects for their families ... erm ... descendants.

She looks for the Amber Reconnoiter's dedication plaque (assuming it has one) to return it to Absalom Station.

Could someone download all the logs please?

"Absolutely. We shall gather any personal items and return them!Good thought."

Thanks for the game! Was fun!! Chronicle looks fine.

Looks good. Many thanks Kludde and my fellow players.

Thanks for running - Chronicle looks good

Thanks for running! Chronicle looks OK

Jancrest bids a sorry farewell to Celly. "It was so nice to meet you. All too often these Starfinder expeditions seem to turn to violence. It was good that this time, apart from those void-cuttlefish, we managed to avoid anything being killed."

Liftt pointedly ignores her.

Nice to meet you properly too Celly replies. And yeah, I try to do my bit to prevent it but .... sometimes one has to. It's a rather unforgiving universe out there

She hands Jancrest her card. Here's my details. If you want to have a chat or anything, call me. I work from home - or at the Starlight Club where I do my ... erm ... other job. Pop by sometime. We could always share a drink.