First Seeker Sarmak’s archaeological survey of the ancient city of Eternity continues, as the Starfinders explore a server archive created by the First Ones of Aballon, uncovering tantalizing information and long-buried secrets. When a mysterious and violent group known as Those Who Call makes an unexpected appearance, it’s up to the Starfinders to save the day!
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Irres is a rather small elf, clad in unmarked tactical gear under a black synthleather longcoat with something illegible scrawled on the back in sharp, neon blue letters. She has a plasma rifle slung over her shoulder and a scattergun strapped to her waste. She takes a seat and waits for the rest of the party.
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A Contemplative floats in backwards holding a camera and flashes her tech hireling badge.
"Never mind me just act normally"
Next, a large Shobhad dressed for a wrestling match with grim trophies hanging from their armored belt enters flexing all four arms overhand while using a voice amplifier yelling.
"I think I can do better let me try again.
GRIM*! goes back out of the room and repeats his entrance.
"That's a little better, I'll have to practice more."
Then GRIM*! takes a seat and in a much softer almost timid voice says.
"Nice to meet everyone, I like making new friends on new missions. Did everyone meet Xylavol? She has such a long name."
GRIM*! stops and reads her full name from her name tag.
"Xylavol Intellectual Cinema Verite Visionary, see I told you it was long, Xylavol's my camera person and tech help. I hope you don't mind if she tags along, I like to film missions for my video channel. I hope it's not a problem on the mission, according to Xylavol's union contract I have to give her a 10 minute rest every two hours, besides it's just a nice thing to do."
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"Nice to meet you Irres."
GRIM*! looks around at his belt.
"I must have forgotten to bring it to the meeting I normally carry a large leg bone to hit things with, but honestly, it's mostly for show. Most of the time when a fight starts really strange things happen to me and my right fist turns into a boney club like thing I can hit really hard with, my fans really like it.
GRIM*! holds up his top right fist although nothing happens to.
I don't like to use guns, I hit something with a gun once and it broke the gun. I guess I got a religious thing, I never miss watching a new Zo! video, I kind of have to since my goal is to out do Zo! someday and get more clicks on my videos than he does. That's why I hired Xylavol she's almost all brains and is smart too, I can't edit videos like she can, she's really good at it, she knows computers too, which is good because every time I try to use a computer it breaks."
"What do you like to do Irres?
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Twilight trots in. She looks like a miniature unicorn pony with large eyes, midnight blue fur and a black tail and mane. Some sort of arcane mark is on both sides of her rump. On closer look a few interference fringes betray the fact that this is actually a hologram of an inhabitant from Equis. Her height while on four legs would only come up to a halfling's waist.
Another trip to Aballon. I've been so looking forward to this.
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A small adorable feathered dinosaur peeks her head in the tent, eyes absorbed by the equally adorable unicorn. "Hi folks, I'm Henga." Her eyes go *very* wide as she looks up (and up and up) at the shobad. "WOW, you are very very tall! Color me impressed."
She grins, showing small sharp teeth at everyone. "So, what are we all doing here?"
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Irres looks extremely confused on seeing two unexpected creatures show up, and then start talking to her. She pulls a plastic baggie of pills out of her pocket, counts them, and with a shrug stuffs them back in her pocket.
"Aballon's a solid place to work, enough conflict you can always find something that needs doing."
On hearing GRIM*!'s story about breaking a gun by smacking something with it, Irres groans.
"Grandmother's cloak, was it some Eoxian trinket? They're pretty to look at, and their snipers are great, but get a little mud in 'em and you'll never get it shooting right again. You want something solid, get something from the Veskarium. Getting them through customs is a pain, and they are far from subtle, but a slug from a reaction cannon or a bolt of plasma don't give a f!#& about armor, and you can dump mud right down the barrel and it'll still work."
She excitedly rambles.
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When the miniature unicorn pony hologram enters the room GRIM*! whispers to Xylavol.
"Are they real? A hologram you say, cool that's neat I've never met a hologram before I should ask their name."
GRIM*! turns to the miniature unicorn pony hologram.
"What's your name? I am GRIM*!"
When Henga enters. GRIM*! replies a little confused
"Nice to meet you Henga, I might look like very very tall! but I am GRIM*!"
GRIM*! turns to Xylavol whispering again.
"No one has ever asked me to color them before, that sounds kind of strange, am I supposed to do something? Oh, ok it's just a saying. You have all the answers that's why I hired you."
GRIM*! looks impressed listening intently to Irres 's story about reaction cannons and bolts of plasma. GRIM*! whispers to Xylavol.
"I don't think she likes armor."
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Twilight Glimmer. Named after Princess Twilight Sparkle, and Arch Magus Starlight Glimmer. They were both instrumental in activating and reprogramming my core with the help of Princess Luna who found it in a pawnbroker's shop on this station. The pawnbroker said it originally came from Aballon so we think I may be originally First One's tech.
She is also sporting a shoulder mounted laser pistol.
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"Nice to meet you Twilight Glimmer. I heard about, I mean met Princess Luna when we were assigned to give her a tour of Absalom Station, I even got a video of her."
GRIM*! takes out his com unit and plays a video of Princess Luna entering a fancy restaurant, for everyone to see, although the camera angle is crooked and cuts off half of Princess Luna's head.
GRIM*! turns to Xylavol whispering again.
"She's got a gun too, I bet she also doesn't like armor."