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Darshe blinks. "Uh, thanks. I think."
Darshe grits his teeth when the akata grabs him. It was more uncomfortable than painful, though his HUD's angry flashing indicates that his armor has sustained heavy damage. Seeing the other akata trying to slip by him, the soldier wrenches his arm out of the creature's mouth in an attempt to swing at it, but is far too slow.
"No heat. Got it," Darshe says, lowering his rifle when the akatas close in on them. He tugs his hammer off his belt and swings it at the tentacled creature in front of him, his autotarget rifle still clutched in his other hand.
"Door Number One is looking rather promising so far," Darshe remarks dryly as he plucks a grenade off his belt. Compared to the others, it looks rather haphazardly constructed... mostly because it was. "Anyone know what the hell these things are?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulls the grenade's pin out with his teeth and rolls the explosive into the room.
Following up on his initial offer of taking point, Darshe backtracks to the door indicated by Krevlor, rifle still drawn. As everyone else gets into position, he checks the door's controls and opens it if is not locked.
"Goblins. Lovely," Darshe remarks with a grimace. Suddenly losing interest in the corpse, he looks back toward Krevlor. "All right, let's do it your way. We'll check the doors before going down any of the halls."
Darshe grimaces. He did not have to be able to see in color to know what the pool of liquid was. Taking that as a bad sign, he double checks his weapon, making sure that it is locked and loaded. "Well that was fast. I figured we'd have to wander around for a lot longer before finding out that something went horribly wrong," he says dryly, though there is some underlying nervousness that he cannot quite hide. "Anyway, that's as good of a plan as any. I'll take the lead."
Darshe steps into the airlock, his heavy boots thudding as they land on the metal floor. As Artemis prepares to begin the pressure cycle, the soldiers draws his autotarget rifle in anticipation of hostilities. Hostility against what, he could not say.
As the ship prepares to dock, Darshe turns his helmet over in his hands, making sure that its newly-installed infrared sensors are functioning properly. Even though the Acreon apparently still had power, it couldn't hurt to be prepared. "Lovely. Well, we're probably going to want to get that closed," the soldier says as he lowers the helmet over his head. With a hiss it forms an airtight seal with the rest of his armor and pressurized. He taps the side of his head a few times, causing his HUD to blink on. "Hopefully we can get some mapping data of the interior - we don't want to miss anything."
Sorry for the delay! Here's everything for Darshe's second level: +7 HP/+8 SP
Cool! Unfortunately the Archives of Nethys don't seem to have the newer material up yet, but I'll have Darshe leveled up as soon as possible. Also, in hindsight, my last post came off as being more negative than I intended. Sorry about that. Last thing! We seem to be down to four players now. Do you think we'll be fine, GM? I know these adventures are typically written for that number of people anyway, but I just wanted to make sure.
Darshe releases the firing controls and flops back in his seat, his heart pounding. "Damn. Well, if they come after us again, hopefully they don't bring any friends. But yeah, you're right. We have a job to do."
"We've got it on the run!" Darshe says a little too excitedly, his aim becoming erratic as a result.
Hey guys. I just wanted to touch base with everyone and address the elephant in the room. We've been dogfighting this necroglider for over a month now. My extremely crappy rolls are not exactly helping. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to speed things up now or in the future?
Darshe pulls the triggers a tad too early, missing completely.
Darshe curses under his breath, but otherwise manages to keep his cool in spite of his miss. Exercising a bit more patience, he follows the necroglider with his reticle, waiting for an opportune time to open fire.
Emboldened by his success, Darshe chases the necroglider with his targeting reticle and fires another shot.
Reining in his mounting frustration, Darshe holds his breath as he pivots the turret, lining up his shot, and finally, finally landing a hit.
Frustrated by his continued missed shots, Darshe is overeager in his attempt to take advantage of the interceptor's sloppy maneuvering, and ends up missing yet again. The soldier has to physically restrain himself from slamming his head against the console.
Darshe opens fire yet again, and yet again his shot misses, hitting only the dark vastness of space. Groaning audibly, he looks over his shoulder at the rest of the bridge. "Anyone else want to give this a shot? I can't pin the damn thing down."
"Come on, damn it, throw me a bone here..." Darshe mutters, evidently speaking to the ship. He takes another shot at the necroglider with the Hippocampus's coilgun.
"Damn. Well, how about this then?" Darshe mutters as he switches over the coilgun and opens fire.
"I've always wanted to do this..." Darshe remarks as he manipulates the targeting controls, attempting to line up the reticle with the assistance of the ship's integrated control module. His heart pounds with excitement as he fires on the necroglider with the Hippocampus's laser cannon, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically.
"No transponder or ID codes? That can't be a good sign," Darshe grumbles, sitting up from his relaxed position. He flips a few switches on the weapon controls, having not expected to actually use them. Not that he wanted to... though the prospect was a little exciting. "Well, let's figure out what they want."
Darshe shrugs, not caring much one way or the other. "I've always been more of a follower than a leader. Sad but true."
Darshe waits until the ambassador has left before truly stopping to appreciate the ship, letting out a low whistle. A real starship, all to themselves. On loan, of course, but the prospect was still exciting. As they're discussing what positions to take on the ship, the soldier cracks his knuckles, the answer fairly obvious. "Just put me where the big guns are. If we run into any trouble, I'll show them what for."
Darshe peels off his patch's backing and it onto his armor's left breastplate. He felt a little uncomfortable about having a tracking device on him, but it was all part of the job. He nods to the creepy Eoxian ambassador. "I think I'm good," he remarks, indeed quite eager to set out. In a sense, this was their first real mission for the Starfinder Society.
"I guess that makes us VIPs," Darshe jokes as they approach the shuttle. Installed with its new mods, his armor has once again been polished to a sheen.
Darshe grimaces at Krevlor's tact (or lack thereof) again before nodding. "If they're alive, then we'll bring them back. Promise."
"We'll do what we can, Captain," Darshe says with a nod, setting down his empty mug. "If we can find any excuse to deny Astral Excavations' claim, then we'll make sure we get it on camera."
"Hey, let's not assume they're dead just yet," Darshe interjects, a tad put off by Krevlor's kindhearted but morose words. Truthfully, he felt the same way, but saying it out loud just felt defeatist. "But uh, like he said. Anything you can tell us about the ship would be of great assistance. Any access codes, security systems we should be worrying about?"
"Yeah, don't get us wrong. We're not exactly huge fans of Astral Excavations ourselves. But in the interest of representing our own organization in the best light, we've gotta be as neutral as possible," Darshe says, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. Or maybe that was just the coffee. "That said, if we find good enough cause to honor your claim, then that's what we'll do."
Having made up his mind, Darshe ultimately purchases a radiation buffer and some infrared sensors for his armor. They struck him as things that could come in handy while exploring a derelict spacecraft. The meeting with Ms. Joss had left him in a bad mood, but he was fairly optimistic about speaking with Captain Serissi.
Darshe nods off slightly during the presentation, the sale pitch striking him as very familiar. It takes him a moment to realize that he'd seen it before - back on his mining colony, during his orientation. He was fairly certain that he almost fell asleep back then, too. The soldier is at a bit of a loss for words after it ends, squirming awkwardly in his seat. "No, thank you, Ms. Joss," he says, flashing the lashunta woman a forced smile before stepping onto the elevator. He waits until the doors close before remarking to his companions, "Well, that was... interesting. I thought they'd try to bribe us with a bit more than just employment opportunities."
Darshe is not terribly surprised to receive the message from the Hardscrabble Collective, and is more than happy to let Krevlor reply on their behalf. The anticipation of meeting them in person only makes their current wait even more unbearable... even if it did only last a few more seconds. He tries very hard to maintain eye contact with the lashunta woman that greets them, her dress inviting a few awkward memories of his past visit to Castrovel. He shakes his head at her question. "This is our first time working with him. Today was my first time even seeing the Eoxian embassy actually, let alone someone from the planet."
Great, more waiting... Darshe thinks as he sits on the couch. Somehow, he was even less comfortable here than he was in the Eoxian embassy.
As far as purchases go, I have my eye on a radiation buffer and some infrared sensors for my armor, which would cost me a total of 400 credits. He'll also see about getting that Society subdermal graft that Krevlor mentioned a while back. :)
"That'd probably be for the best," Darshe admits, clearly disgruntled by the invitation. "My history with them makes me more than a little, uh, biased." He folds his arms over his chest and huffs. "Still, I suppose we'd better see what they want."
Darshe waits until they have departed from the embassy before commenting on the terms of the contract. Not that there was any guarantee that the Eoxians wouldn't hear them anyway. "Huh, how about that," Darshe says, having missed that glaring detail completely. "I guess he wants to keep that bit of business under the table. Though, now that I think about it... could this package be the reason they got involved in the first place?"
After the disaster that was his last contract, Darshe has the good sense to read the thing thoroughly before signing it. "Well, it doesn't look like they're trying to screw us," he remarks to the others with a shrug. "It's a pretty reasonable arrangement, all things considered."
"I doubt that moving the package will be an issue," Darshe says with a shrug, figuring that a ship that carries heavy cargo would have the means to move it on board. He hoped so, anyway. "But I guess I should ask now, before we're in the thick of it. Seeing as six armed Starfinders are being sent on this mission, is there any kind of trouble we should be expecting on the ship? Pirates? Mercs? Scavengers?"
"Or if removing it from the ship is even legal," Darshe adds, raising a brow slightly. Up until the topic of the package was brought up, the reason for Eox's involvement had not been entirely clear to him. "I mean, if we have the authority to breach quarantine like that, then I don't see why we couldn't grab your package. As long as it doesn't contain like, a bomb or something."
"Uh, thanks," Darshe says with a nod. It takes him a second to realize where the couches are, after which he hastily seats himself. He could not help but to stare at the skeleton performing mundane clerical duties. "This is bizarre..." he murmurs to no one in particular, squirming in his seat slightly.
Darshe is content to let Krevlor get their new team members up to speed, both because the kasatha had a penchant for succinctness, and because he was still somewhat bummed out by Kreel's death. Bringing his killers to justice and becoming a Starfinder were a big deal to him, but the unfinished business with Astral Excavations still left a bad taste in his mouth. And now they had to meet with an undead politician. The soldier grimaces when they step onto the threshold of the ominous structure, and outright bristles when the guards step forward meet them. Words like "intimidating" and "unnerving" were not quite adequate enough to sum up his feelings. Still, he would be damned if anyone called him a coward. He retrieves his gaudy invitation from a fold on his armor and presents it to the bone guards. "Uh, it's our understanding that Gevalarsk Nor has requested our presence," he says calmly, his accent clashing with the formal tone he is attempting to emulate.
Darshe had heard of the undead people of Eox, usually in the context of horror stories or unflattering gossip. He'd never met an elebrian before, but the very idea of them gave him the creeps. But it is confusion, not fear, that shows on the soldier's face. "I don't get it. What does this guy want with us? I hate to admit it, but we're just fresh recruits."
Darshe leans forward on his chair as the newcomers introduce themselves, flashing a smile at each of them. The rugged human has tousled brown hair, and stubble around his mouth and jaw that likely grew over the time it took him to reach the Lorespire. He wears a suit of heavy metal armor that, asides from a few amateur patch jobs, looks shiny and new. And of course he has his weapons - his trusty assault armor at his belt, and his brand new autotarget rifle strapped to his back. "Darshe. Just Darshe," he says, nodding to their new friends. Eyeing the android, he smirks. "I grew up around asteroid miners. Never did learn Dwarven, but if I can tell you one thing, it's that they can curse up a storm. So I doubt I'll find anything you say offensive."
Despite having an abundance of free time, Darshe does not spend any of it relaxing. One day is spent patching up his armor, while the next is spent filling magazines with the dozens of bullets they recovered from the Downside Kings. When he isn't hitting the firing range or exercising in the gym, he is (rather precariously) tinkering with explosives in his room. Fortunately, there are no explosive episodes; Darshe is alive and in one piece when he gets the call days later. The soldier throws on his freshly-polished armor, quickly gathers up his belongings, and heads out early.
"Will do," Darshe replies, snapping an informal salute. He was all too willing to jump on anything that involved the treacherous mining company. "We won't let you down." When he sees Cree and Herald waiting outside of the office, Darshe frowns slightly, having hoped that they would all be working on the same team. Still, he returns the ysoki's smile and nods. "We'll see you soon, guys."
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