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Glancing over at Thomagar ”Perhaps the smell is pleasing to the species that frequent this club? One should not rule out different perspectives brought about by biology in these matters. I’m certain for instance that there are smells you enjoy which I would find just as distracting. None the less.” Cestkion quietly activities his environmental seals and sighs presently as the scrubbed and recirculated air starts flowing and replacing the local atmosphere in his suit. Cestkion will continue to follow along and try to keep a watchful eye for trouble.
Cestkion will take a small taste of the liquid before returning it to the table top. After Jadzia has her say he pipes in ”Doing so was quite dangerous to those around. While Kreel was the first casualty the risk to others was certainly there, and of course your own people were lost in the fight as well. And I’m sure you’ve both felt some extra pressure from station security since then. All that to carry out one murder.” He will otherwise stay mostly quite and attempt not to offend their host for the time being.
”I agree that further research is needed before we attempt to contact the Dawnside Kings. But why not first speak to the Collective? The level 21 gang is unlikely to surrender leverage on enemies without some motive. And if they’re still employed by the Hardscrable Collective the Collective may be able to help us persuade them. And they may have relivent information we have not yet obtained.”
Cestkion will speak up ”I believe we should first confirm with Chiskisk. Then approach the Hardscrable Collective itself if they approve. We should seek authorization before dealing with any major group to insure we do not overstep our authority. And I would far rather deal with the company itself than their cover gang support. Said gang may no longer be in their employ given their earlier failure.”
Cestkion’s last update on Astral Extractions is followed by a note. I think it is becoming excessively clear which filthy group perpetuated murder, and this makes two from the same family! I feel we should do our best to bring some karma to them. Corporations like this too often escape true justice, perhaps we can cause them issues in regards to their claim on this rock? If they want it enough to kill I think it is worth insuring they never see a single dust mote from it! I don’t know that I approve of the actions that others have taken here, but even if both are gangs there’s a large difference between hiring protection and hitmen! The written speech seems rushed in comparison to Cestkion’s normal writing, perhaps in anger.
Cestkion will settle in with his computer, some water at room temperature minus three degrees, a ration bar, and several pieces of chewing gum. He will pull together the information others gather with his own research and send the results out to the rest of the party. While he would like to help gather information in person on the gangs he has found that his resemblance to a certain race that threatens the entire system and more is a hindrance in dealing face to face with others. However he will task his virtual personality to join several chat rooms throughout the station to try and gather what it can, reporting directly to Thomagar with its tidbits.
Culture take 20: 32
Cestkion will forward the information to the other’s comm units. ”Two groups of nasty customers. I hope they stay out of our way for the rest of the visit. I find myself no more forgiving and merciful knowing that these acts are how they willingly spend their days.” Cestkion highlights the trafficking charges on the holographic monitor of his wrist computer. ”It seems clear to me that station security could use some assistance in dealing with such groups as they deserve.”
Cestkion will nod, ”I believe we should head to the Lorespire Complex. Even if Chiskisk knows nothing of why Kreel summoned us someone else may. With a little luck we can get some direction and aid. And if not they can help us in returning to our homes until the Society needs us again. Cestkion will research the two gangs with the station’s infoshpere if possible. He is suspicious of their attack, and the Shirren scientist has a bit of a vengeful streak. A culture result of 32 on each after a few minutes of searching if possible, I have a tier one computer. If not then , .
Cestkion tosses a piece of trash left sitting on the crates and then dives out the other way as it clatters off a ventilation pipe, the sounds echoing from the station walls. Sliding to a stop behind some utility pipes he fires out at blue hoping he’s distracted by the noise. Trick attack at blue from behind.
Keeping low to the ground Cestkion moves toward one of the thugs. His compound eyes intent not on his foe, but the many polished surfaces around him. While the thug hides behind the crate his reflection shows Cestkion what he's doing and where he'll soon be. As the thug starts to raise up to take another shot Cestkion takes aim at where he expects him to appear and readies to fire. Trick attack at Orange, as I believe they're my clearest shot for that side.
I can't get the map to let me edit it. Even got the google doc app. Normally I can so long as I have permission, but the other games I've been in have used Google slides which is probably the difference. I'll keep trying and see if I can figure out why and fix it, would rather not spend the whole AP making others move my mini so to speak.
To those within 30' of Cestkion, so all but Tinker & Thomagar "But we should help quell this violent outbursts. It has already claimed one life and could cost many more. Their weapon fire could yet hit another bystander or potentially worse rupture the station's hull and kill a great many more before countermeasures and repairs can be enacted.After a moment's pause Cestkion's mind voice returns with an angrier tinge. Besides which, our comrade deserves some vengeance for his untimely demise."
Cestkion nods to Epsilon as he files away the sample. "Thank you, Epsilon. I shall notify your, parent corporation? Of the donation and the study I am doing. I have found that as my goal isn't monetization but freedom of a people and removal of a threat corporate entities seem unwilling to object publicly or in any substantive way. As such objections may seem to impinge on your own people's hard won freedom of self. But I shall include you in the discussion so that you may feel comfortable with their stance." After a moment's pause "And I am glad you find my communication pleasing. I find music quite relaxing and focusing myself. Though I find the common response to my own attempts at singing to be 'Never, ever, again, ever'. So I content myself now to simply listening in public spaces." In response to RZMR "I am not certain I follow, but of course such is your choice. I hope we can work well together in pursuing the Society's goal."
Cestkion' mandibles shift in what appears to be an attempt at a smile, albeit that's a charitable description which requires some squinting. "The society's records? It had not occurred to me that they had such records of their own agents. I'm afraid I haven't undergone Comencement yet, they agreed that a field test might stand in for their normal application and training period, this mission in fact. Understandable given their current shortage of personnel. I shall have to apply for access. My thanks for the suggestion."
If we don't have any healing spells, and perhaps even if we do, I should probably pick up a medical kit once the funds become available. Or maybe we'll get lucky and find one. We shall have to pick fights with anyone in a medics outfit. And I'm completely willing to blame the boards, it was odd. Thank you for running for us Wolfspirit.
"Triune's Triple Blend? I recall trying that, it was a most unpleasant experience. Though I will admit that I've yet to find a coffee type beverage that I could enjoy consuming. But one should keep trying new thing after all. New experiences are growth and opportunities to learn even when less than enjoyable."
A Shirren, dull in coloration and normally dressed in a lab coat with the symbol of Oras on it will approach the group. "Greetings, my name is Cestkion, though you may dub otherwise if it is easier on your tongues. I am a scientist, primarily working in the fields of biotechnology and genetic engineering. I have recently joined the Society, hoping to study more phenomena in person and acquire more varied genetic samples. Speaking of which," He pulls several tubes and cheek swabs from his pack. "would you care to provide a genetic sample? It may aid in my work if you have any unique traits. And having such a sample on record may aid you if you suffer undue genetic damage from radiation or any of the other myriad threats we face. Or to help identify your remains if we encounter a particularly messy demise." Cestkion will frequently work on his wrist computer if conversation runs slow, and shows a surprisingly broad base of knowledge on many different subjects. If the Swarm is mentioned unlike many other Shirren's he does not avoid the subject but embraces it with a great deal more emotional heat than he has otherwise demonstrated. He will offer that he has vowed to find a way to free them from their biological bondage, and often sidetrack himself speaking of various genetic markers and differences he has found between Shirren and Swarm, typically in a fashion that makes little sense to anyone else without advanced degrees in the subject. |
