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Niobrar swoops down low to whisper into Tuek's ear. "Hey, mate, I don't think these beetles know how their guns work." he whispers, "I think they might be putting on a dog and pony show, yeah."

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Luckily, Klarima steps forward to defuse any potential conflict, explaining to the guards that you are her guests.
After a few moments spent conferring with the guards, Klarima turns to you and says, Good news! You are going to be allowed to speak to the Most Elevated!

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"Lovely to hear that!" Xeno perks up at the good news.
"Who is the Most Elevated again?" he asks Klarima, slightly embarrassed and whispering. He might have missed some details along the way while his mind wandered elsewhere.

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The Most Elevated are the city’s council of rulers, the wisest and most learned membrane ghibranis who work in harmony to ensure the safety and comfort of the city’s residents.

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"We look forward to an audience with the Most Elevated, then," chimes Tuek.

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You are led to the tallest, fanciest building in the center of the city. The guards flit their wings and fly toward an opening in the structure 40 feet off the ground. Klarima appears to be about to do the same, when she suddenly realizes that some of you probably don’t have the ability to fly. Using her datapad, she summons forth a table-sized hovering drone for those without flight. These drones are clearly meant to only haul cargo and have no real safety measures for carrying living creatures as demonstrated when one nearly crashes to the ground when it is stepped on as the hoverjets fail. It powers back on just in time. In the end, though, the robots slowly but surely raise you up to the height of the entranceway, where you can step inside.
The guards continue to usher you, leading you to a large central chamber with vaulted ceilings. A large table occupies one end of the room, behind which sit five membrane ghibranis dressed in elaborate robes. They stand, bow to you, and beckon you to approach.
It is soon apparent that the Most Elevated are as eager to learn about you as you are to learn about them.

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Niobrar makes a wide sweeping bow, his head nearly touching the ground, and then pops back up to eleven feet in stature.
"'Ello, we're not from around here." He says, and then looks at Xagyg "Well, for the most part, I think."
"How did you get something like your orbital defense platform up there?"

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Oh, this is my kind of ride Top Down says as he looks at the unsafe cargo hauler, but then immediately gets disappointed by the slow speed and its inability to do corkscrews.
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In the chamber, Top Down approaches when beckoned, and makes an elaborate bow that involves swinging all four arms backwards. Well, hello Arkeost! Thank you for the warm welcome! As Niobrar said, we're not from here... and also looks at Xagyg ...at all!
I think my friend is asking about your orbital defense platform because we had some communication difficulties with it. But no worry, that's fixed now! And we still come in peace!
I've got no diplomacy to speak of, so crossing my fingers somebody has better?

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Xagyg has had a rather faraway look on his face the entire time the group has been travelling through the city.
Intermittently, his wings buzz, and he lets out a barely perceptible trill, as if he is humming to himself.
It looks so familiar... and yet so different to what I remember.
When the time comes meet with the Most Elevated, he puts his hands together, and bows politely, before greeting them in Ghibrani.
"Greetings from beyond the City, Most Elevated. I came, once, from this great city... but I fear that it was some time ago."
He looks at one of the Most Elevated quizzically.
"Did you have a great-grandparent named Xencho? No matter for the moment. I have brought some aliens from beyond the sky. They have much to share that will be of great value to all of you."

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"As you can see, we are as curious about you as you appear to be of us." Tuek chimes in, hoping to find some common ground.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

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The defense platform? Erm. Our ancestors put that there to protect us
So ... tell us your story? Where do you come from? Who are you? Whom do you represent? .... and in some cases ... what are you?

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Imyathravolif, Top Down says, mentioning his true name for the first time, Callsign: Top Down!
I'm a kasatha, just count the arms. Most of my people live on the Idari in the Pact World, but I live in the DRIFT he explains, leaning sideways are if to indicate taking a tight curve if you want to go fast, I'm your man. He fails to add that if you want to have soft landings, he's not.
So we're with this club called the Starfinder Society. our motto is Explore, Report, Cooperate. I think the reporting part is a boring, so let's just move straight onto Cooperate, shall we?

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Before you can ask too many questions about the city, a gentle tone rings throughout the room. Klarima visibly perks up. Dinner! she explains. It feels like ages since I’ve had a proper meal. The guards, who had been standing at attention near the door to this room, pull chairs up to the table and a handful of hovering drones enter from previously hidden hatches in the walls. The drones place ceramic plates and utensils in front of each person; the utensil each person receives is a flat piece of metal with a slight indent at one end—almost like a spoon. Each person is then given a serving of a thick, light tan liquid in which floats irregular chunks of protein. The food has a smoky, cheesy odor. As the ghibranis begin scooping up their meals, Klarima explains this is a traditional dinner of “kahlgee,” a word that doesn’t really translate into Common.

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Xagyg finds the food delicious. To the rest of you though it looks very unappetizing. Niobrar tries some and quickly discovers that the taste and texture of the kahlgee is revolting to most life forms. He must make a Fort save to avoid immediately spitting it back up.

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Not wishing to offend the hosts, Tuek also tries to stomach a bite of the alien cuisine.
Fort: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

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Fort: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Top Down knows when to fold 'em, and knows when to hold 'em, but today, that is probably not going to happen. He sees the writing on the wall when Tuek chows down, and follows suit.
Nothing in Top Down stays down, it seems, and the writing is not the only thing on the wall.

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Xagyg nods excitedly.
"Oh yes! Most definitely! The alien cuisine of the Pact Worlds took some getting used to; at least, until I managed to program a food synthesiser to make a rough approximation of what I normally ate. Having the *real* thing for once is positively nostalgic..."

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Niobrar and Tuek manage to keep it down but Top Down ends up spitting the stuff back onto his plate. At the same time the power suddenly goes out. The lights snap on a moment later and the ghibrani don't seem to be too worried about this, saying “the Mainframe acts up occasionally, but it always self-corrects after a few seconds.”

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"You may want to have that checked." Tuek suggests with some concern. "My colleagues have some knowledge of technological equipment and systems." He adds, offering the expertise of his fellow agents as he pockets a piece of tableware.

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Top Down known an opportunity when he sees one, and when the lights go out, he make sure the aliens don't see him disposing of the disgusting food.
Do you ever do any maintenance on your mainframe? Because that boat is not going to keep upright forever.

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The Most Elevated explain that the Mainframe is the heart of the city, constructed by their ancestors to provide continuous power and to house the many drones that cater to their whims. Unfortunately, they can’t say much more about the Mainframe, as it is taboo for ghibranis to enter the area of the city where it is housed. They don’t seem very concerned by the implications, and have rarely questioned the tradition. The council thanks you for your generosity, but lightly comment on nothing being wrong.
This statement is punctuated by dinner chime ringing once again, followed by drones placing clean plates on top of the dirty ones and inaccurately squirting kahlgee across the table. The ghibranis smile awkwardly and attempt to act as if nothing is amiss, although no one eats a second time. A minute later, the drones sweep in again to clean up the mess.

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Xagyg does the Ghibrani equivalent of frowning.
Things were not quite this bad back in my day. Sure, there was the *occasional* outage, but not like this; not so many in quick succession...

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It is self sustaining

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"How long has it been sustaining itself?" Tuek inquires.

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Many ... many .... generations. The Ancestors built it for us

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Many ... many .... generations. The Ancestors built it for us
"You mentioned, 'The Ancestors'. Were your ancestors not also ghibranis?" inquires Tuek. "If so, how then did it become taboo for ghibranis to enter the area where the mainframe is housed?"

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The Ancestors were Ghibrani. As for your other question ... They actually go into a huddle. ... it is the Way

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(To the other Starfinders.)
"I think that this is what you would call cultural drift - I seem to recall that only technicians and those associated with the computers were allowed in there; I guess, with time, and a lack of understanding, that shifted into a general taboo, since no-one amongst the general populace knew how they worked...?"
He then shrugged.
"I mean, *I* was never a tech person, so I don't know the details."

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Xeno nods silently, Makes sense, makes sense, agreeing on his mind on what the ghibrani operative has shared to them.

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If you ask, they will tell you how to get to the mainframe.

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Tuek glances at his fellow Starfinders. "Shall we see if we can investigate the mainframe?" He squeaks quietly to the others.

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"I think that will be a good idea." Xeno whispers back.
He then turns to ask about the mainframe. "So would you mind telling us on how to get into the mainframe?" he then looks to his allies to see if they find that he is asking the right question.

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Not a bad idea. Guess some cables must have rusted over time, no? And these guys have no clue what they're doing, so we'll probably get a hint of who built it in the first place. Top Down says, and then taps on his radiation badge Just don't press any red buttons.

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The Most Elevated are happy to point out where the Mainframe resides and, after a moment of discussion among themselves, note that nothing in the tradition mentions anything about non ghibranis entering the area, so you won’t be stopped if they wish to go there.
As the meeting wraps up, Klarima informs you that while you were eating, she requested some drones convert a few ground-level warehouses into sleep quarters for you. She offers to lead you there so you can rest for the night.
the membrane leaders present you with a dark blue metal crown embossed
with silver thread that acts as a mk 1 mindlink circuit. Along with this, Klarima offers you her membrane holdout pistol to help with your expedition into the Mainframe.

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"oooh, good idea, Top Down, I was totally thinking why this would be our problem, but yeah, that makes sense." Niobrar whispers.

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I love their style Top Down says to Nio strangers not allowed near the mainframe, but when they are, give them a potentially malfunctioning cannon to bring along.
Top Down, of course, doesn't say no to another gun. It has a nice heft to it he says, sizing it up and checking it there's anything fancy about it Do we expect any cats down there?

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What's a cat? Klarima asks.

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Those big things out in the desert that jump... Top Down starts then stops himself ... I suppose you city folk don't get much of those here.
Ready to go

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Oh. We call those Sand Brutes ... and no .. the ground is too dense for them
Next day ...
The building housing the Mainframe is near the outskirts of Arkeost, on the opposite side of the city that you entered. You see an increased concentration of drones and other hovering robots in this neighborhood, though none seem to pay any attention to them. A large doorway leads into the structure and a ramp descends a bit into open garage-like space where thousands of drones are stored. Many are powered down and others are being repaired by other drones, leaving you to walk through patches of dead silence followed by stretches of frantic activity as you descend on curving ramps farther and farther below.
As you continue, you spot the several signs in Ghibrani that read “Taboo Area,” “Keep Out,” and other warnings with similarly grave images to accentuate the point. Eventually, you reach a hallway that branches off from the garages.
The hallway opens into a rectangular room of white plastic, a stark contrast to the smoky, grease-stained garages that led up to this place. Fans whir quietly overhead. Track lighting along the floor illuminates much of the chamber. Several white coveralls hang on the wall behind a bench to the north. A door leads to the east.

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"I suppose, we should put these on to prevent from dirtying the mainframe in some way?" Tuek asks of the more technical Starfinders. However, he does not wait for an answer and begins to don a set of white coveralls, instinctively checking its pockets.

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Those that put on the coveralls discover they are designed for ghibrani anatomy, though they can be stretched onto any humanoid body. Nothing has been left in the pockets

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Hey, that's cool. Even has the right amount of holes for limbs. Better than those diasporan flight suits, always have to fold two arms for those. Glad they're stretchy, though... it's a bit tight on the crotch.
Top Down wears the coverall Am I pulling this off? The answers is a clear no, the coverall looks ridiculous on him...
Let's also check for traps a bit while we're at it
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 Seems the holes for the eyes are a bit tight as well

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Xeno follows Top Down in wearing one of the coveralls, finding it fun to do so. "Too many limbs..." Xeno imagines himself being a ghibrani.
He then Searches his way to the door that leads to the east.
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

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Niobrar is almost comically too tall to put on a ghibrani cover-all.
Don't forget that its a new day, so you get back Resolve and spells and other things
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25