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Keskodia looks at the black box in a courious way.
"If Pharasma, the Lady of Graves, had been an engineer, she would have designed black boxes. Installed at the birth of a starship, recovered at its death to judge its fate."
Keskodia pauses to look around the condition of the ship
"I don't think this starship will be traveling the River of Souls to the Boneyard, so it's up to us to judge its fate. Does anyone know how to read a black box?"

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The black box isn't actually black. It's a bright orange so it can easily be found in crash wreckage. It's easy enough to pull it out of it's rack mount by the handles and can be activated by plugging in a battery. Doing so activates a holographic projector on the top of the box.
The flickering green lights of the hologram come together to form the image of a middle-aged human woman, hunched over in the captain’s chair and scowling. She wears freebooter armor two centuries out of style, engraved with a sharp, stylized R.
Well, this is a mess, she mutters, disgust palpable even through the glitchy recording. Korryn, if you get this, I’m stranded. The Raven’s trashed. No idea what happened. We came out of the Drift, and half the electronics on the ship exploded. The other half just died. It’s a miracle I managed to land at all. She snorts. Some miracle. This place is the definition of backwater. There’s one little two-bit town, five miles north of here, and then nothing for the better part of a continent. Still, suppose it’s not a total loss. Spotted some interesting ruins on the way down that could be worth checking out.
I’ve gotten all I can from the wreck. I’m gonna head into town, get some help from the local bumpkins to get the Raven operational again. Find me there, and let’s clear out of this dive. With any luck, by the time your lazy ass manages to find me, I’ll have collected more than enough starmetal to recoup our losses. The woman smirks roguishly, exuding a youthful confidence despite the faint laugh lines adorning her face and the few gray strands poking out of her dark hair. Don’t make me wait too long, slug. Rasheen out.
coordinates for the settlement Rasheen was headed for, as well as the ruins that lie about eight miles further west past the village.

Keskodia agent of SFS |

"Why do they call it a black box when it's actually orange? I know someone's going to say, because you only need to recover the box when something bad happens, but why is black bad? Sleeping in the darkness of night is a good thing, I assure you, wait until you see me after not getting enough sleep. Orange could represent a sunset, that could represent the ends of the ship's days, or orange could represent a fiery explosion that ended the ship, there are lots of options for orange..."
Keskodia stops mid though and changes subjects.
"Who's Korryn?"

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I want to say Korryn's one of Rasheen's associates but the Search function isn't working for me. Had the same feeling about Raven's Flight.
Raia looks up from the orange box.
"You're looking too deeply for symbolism, Keskodai. Orange means 'find me'. I agree calling it black obscures communication."
She goes back to work on the recorder. A few minutes later she reports, "I've retrieved coordinates for the town and the ruins she talked about. They seem like the next most likely destination for us, or rather the most likely next destination."

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"I think it's orange, so you can find it easier. Not that it helps by calling it the black box. Maybe it's just the alliteration?" The skitter watches Raia easily hack into the box (whatever color it is).
"She obviously didn't get anyone to help her fix anything. Or there wasn't anything worth fixing. And Korryn didn't get her message, or didn't share it anyway."
Culture on Korryn?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

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Trouway nods and inspects the box carefully with his tool.
"It will be interesting to hear about their stories."
Computers: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

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Having retrieved the 'black box' you exit the ship.

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The safe can be opened with an Engineering, Sleight of Hand or Athletics check.

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Engineering: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22
That's one tough door.

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That is enough. Inside is a an old but functional tensor graviton pistol (Starfinder Armory 52) and a frag grenade IV.

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"A nice discovery for the combat-inclined."
Raia doesn't want them, but she'll take them if no one else does. They're just potentially too useful.

Keskodia agent of SFS |

"Although I'm not combat inclined, combat seems inclined to find me. That's an interesting combination of weapons. The pistol could be used to move someone in the area of effect of the grenade. I think the rest of the team has better attacks. Unless someone has a better plan, Raia, if you want to take the pistol, I'll throw the grenade?"

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"Excellent application of synergy, Keskodai. I accept your proposal conditionally, provided I will cede the pistol to a more proficient shot who wants it."

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Did Keskodai just jinx it? As soon as they said 'combat tends to find me' a shadow of massive wings passed over the group. Looking up, you see a Razor Roc in search of it's next meal - and you lot look really tasty.
Initiatives:
Borqw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Keskodai: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Qimok: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Raia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Thrym: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Trouway: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Razor Roc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Everyone but Raia is up.

Keskodia agent of SFS |

"I should have said combat is never inclined to find me."
Keskodia draws their pistol and shoots
Ranged corona laser pistol Range 90 ft.
corona laser pistol: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage Fire: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10
Then move so they are not standing out in the open.

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Trouway pulls his Corona Laser Pistol and shoots the creature.
Corona Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Fire Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5

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Thrym attempts to calm the animal down, using the mystic arts to slip a soothing melody into its mind.
Using my Ring of Astrozoology to cast Charm Monster (CL5) at it. DC19 Will negates.

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Qimok reacts to the threat by blasting with the laser cannon mounted on his power armor.
seeking corona artillery laser, full attack: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 10 - 4 = 23, damage (F): 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (2, 6) + 7 = 15
seeking corona artillery laser, full attack: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 10 - 4 = 20, damage (F): 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (2, 5) + 7 = 14

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will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

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It was charmed until Qimok hit it (-15)
Borq still to go.

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"I don't think your phrasing affected the arrival of this rapacious raptor."
ID creature, Life Scinence: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27