Ceren NPC's page

"Whoo!" says Ceren happily. "That was exciting! I haven't felt this young in years!"

After you fill her in on her new identity, she pulls a data wafer from her handbag.

"That sounds wonderful! Here's that file you wanted. I'm afraid it's encrypted. I hope it's worth as much as you seem to think."

"If you folks ever need help from a..." she looks at her ID again. "... humble baker, just give me a ring!"

“I’m pretty sure we can disarm her, buy you wouldn’t want to be here if things go BOOM!”

At first Ceren stares at Navasi uncomprehendingly, but after a few moments, she recovers and smiles.

"That's right, sonny!" she says, patting her handbag. "One false move and I take y'all with me! Heh heh heh!"

Will Ceren stay long enough to be declared dead with this fake-death serum?

Sadly, no. Ceren is leaving as soon as she answers any questions people have.

Wait, are you trained in Medicine?

Senko has a point. Medecine is a trained-only skill. Interesting idea though.

"Perhaps we could create a fake crash site with a starship or a junk racer for that matter--I know where we could get some parts." Navasi suggests.

"Whatever works..." Ceren says, thinking. "But don't forget... you're not trying to fool the Stewards. Just a third-party that will use the Stewards' records. So getting a phony death certificate into the system somehow will probably be enough."

"When you create a new identity for me, I'd appreciate it if you don't make me a garbage processor or former prostitute or anything like that. I'm going to have to pretend to be the person you invent."

With that Ceren heads for the door. "Good luck! I'll see you in the evening." Ceren leaves you alone in the apartment with Jubair.

- If my colleagues agree... Then we plan to help you escape - in exchange for full cooperation with your organization....

"My organization? I'm on my own, unless you count Jubair here. And he's no hacker."

"You haven't come out and said it, but I'm guessing what you want is the file, yes? Your Society wants a peek at the secrets the corporations have been hiding, hmm? I can't say I blame you... I must have thought it was interesting when I grabbed it!"

"You're right that I'm in trouble here. A lady my age doesn't have much of a chance on her own. But I'm not willing to move into a closet in the Lorespire Complex and never come out again. So I'll be happy to turn over that file to you if you can throw those Corporations off the scent."

"The way I see it, that will require two things. They have to think I'm dead, and I need a new identity. If you Starfinder Agents can handle that, then the file is yours."

Ceren claps her hands together.

"This is so exciting! It's like one of those Daredevil Darla shows!"

"Oh, and one more thing. I'll need you to look after Jubair here. I have a place I can lay low for a little while until you've finished your work. We can meet at Jatembe Park at 6 PM tonight."

"Oh, I could hack the 'sphere like blazes when I was younger. I thought I had put all that behind me, but... well..." Ceren thinks for a moment.

"I must have forgotten I was retired... slipped back into an earlier version of me, back when I used to do that kind of thing. Frankly I didn't think I still had it in me!"

She looks the Starfinders over.

"You're right... hacking Bluerise Tower was dangerous. The companies that have offices there don't play around."

"But why would you want to help me? What exactly do you mean by 'where I should be?' Do you plan to turn me over to the Stewards?"

"Starfinders! Really? Now that's exciting," Ceren says.

She then frowns and seems oddly uncertain. But after a moment she looks up again with a smile. "But where are my manners? I can't have you stand around on my doorstep! Come in and we can talk there. I just put a pot of tea on. Jubair, go and get the nice china out, will you?"

As the Starfinders come inside she brings them to a homey kitchen and has them sit around the table as Jubair sets the table and she pours the tea.

"I had to retire from all that... I have a... condition. It's a degenerative brain disease. Just caused by old age, really, but I couldn't continue as I had when I was younger. I had some implants put in that halted the damage," she shakes her head. "But the ol' cracker barrel ain't what she used to be." She taps the side of her head with a wink. "Without my headware memory, I'd forget my own head I imagine."

"But... that's strange," she continues. "I... I seem to have a file in my headware memory. I cannot recall for the life of me how it got there."

An elderly woman comes out, adjusting her hat as she exits the apartment.

"Hello there! What's all this about?"

When you explain to her the situation (for brevity I'm assuming you give her exactly the same information you have the young man) she also looks confused.

"But why would you think that there's someone like that here?" she asks. "And which company do you work for?" she continues.

"I used to so that sort of thing when I was young, but I retired a long time ago. There are some things that don't get better with age." she winks.