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In the upper levels of Downlow, a transitionally disreputable neighborhood of Absalom Station, there is a warehouse. It was secured by a team of Starfinders on behalf of the Exo-guardians shortly after the first, failed, Scoured Stars expedition.
You've been summoned there by Zivigix, the shirren leader of the Exo-guardian faction.
A smell of ozone wafts through the conditioned air of the warehouse. Makeshift offices full of equipment and furniture are in the process of having more permanent walls erected around them.
A heavily augmented host shirren is conversing with a vesk when they glance over and notice the new arrivals. The shirren wears a pair of shoulder speakers playing upbeat music that fades in volume as the shirren telepathically greets the new group.
“Welcome! I am Zigvigix. Thank you for answering my request and coming to our headquarters, such as they are. This old warehouse is turning quite nicely into a functional place. I dislike being so brief but an important figure to the Starfinder Society is missing. Hurondo, a shobhad who left us after his rescue from the Scoured Stars, started a center in the Lorespire Complex called the Respite and has disappeared since. The Respite provides treatment and services to other survivors of
the Scoured Stars and any who have suffered trauma.”
The volume of the music pumping from the shirren’s shoulder speakers further lowers to a barely audible level and the shirren’s telepathic voice takes on a wistful tone, “I have also been to the center, and joining such a close-knit community can be essential to the healing process. Please go to the Respite and talk to Hurondo’s partner in operations, Jiwalla Zarvim.
She’s a ysoki who has many connections and a keen mind. She may have clues as to Hurondo’s latest wherabouts.”
Zigvigix produces a datapad with the picture of a tall ysoki female in one corner and a map marked with the route from the warehouse to the Respite’s location in the Lorespire Complex.
“I thank you for this!” Zigvigix projects telepathically, just as the shoulder speakers begin to blast sugar-pop music again.