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Keskodai nods in the direction of Navasi and Iseph. His fingers fly over the console redirecting the scanners towards the traction beam.

Scan + 5 Computers + 4 Scanners: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

"Switching to active sensors. Starting scan of enemy ship."

Scan +5(Computers) +4(Scanners): 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 4 = 14

"A signal you say,' Keskodai states smiling. 'Well, this should be interesting. But how are we going to get close without being targeted by the tractor beam? It seems we should plan the drift carefully.".

'Where you in contact with the surface team until communication stopped? Any reports from the surface that worried you?

Keskodai listens to his team mates and waits this turn. Meanwhile he gladly accepts the offered refreshment and seems delighted by the new and imminent experience.

"I am afraid I'm not much of an investigator, I 'merely' provide medical assistance and first aid if needed."

Keskodai smiles "But I am sure my colleagues have some good stories to share as was already proven."

Keskodai tries not to stare at the warden, but his curious mind gets the better of him.

Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Hmm, more than one barathu. They must have merged. Very interesting. Keskodai repositions the cradle-jar, so Chk Chk can get a better look.

I will be unable to post until Thursday evening because of travel for work. If needed, I have included a "Bot me" section in my profile :). Meanwhile Keskodai will follow along.

Keskodai looks at Bretheda and Varos during the approach. "Scanners indicate upward of 120 degrees Fahrenheit outside the structure. The prison though only registers lower temperatures. Very interesting."

Keskodai stores his armaments near the science console and gets ready to disembark.

Keskodai's fingers move rapidly between panels inputing commands while Navasi speaks. A friendly confirmation sound acknowledges Keskodai's input.

"Commencing scan of surroundings and the prison, captain. Sensors currently in passive mode."

Computers(5) + Medium advanced sensors(4): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

I hope this is right.

Science Officer sounds good.

Keskodai finally reaches the ships's quarters and places his equipment in one of the bunks.

"No time to sleep Chk Chk, let's take a walk."

Keskodai walks to the ship's bridge to familiarize himself with the layout of the science station.

Computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Hmm, interesting, quite different from the shirren layout."

Keskodai shows Chk Chk around the hangar and gives him a tour of the ship. Chk Chk seems to be impressed by what he sees.

Since no business was left to atttend to, Keskodai starts looking for the ship's quarters, but seems a bit lost.

What starship roles are suggested for Keskodai?

Keskodai walks around the ship with a certain awe-struck attitude in his step.

He looks at the symbol the lady just mentioned. "It is a beautiful ship that is for sure. But I have to agree with the lady...we would announce our intentions as soon as we're out of the drift. Not sure we could make the approach without being stopped."

Keskodai stands back and observes as the purple haired woman seems to close the deal. Chk Chk taps the glass of his jar, seemingly in excitement. Keskodai smiles.

Yes Chk Chk, the sights you are going to see!

Keskodai had remained silent while leaning back on the couch comfortably.

His ceremonial robes and the sign of Pharasma being projected holographically above his head left no doubt as to his profession or rather vocation as he would call it.

The same could not be said about the other people in the room. Keskodai felt at a disadvantage, for not knowing the people one is about to travel with could spell doom, often in an instant.

Introductions were definitley in order. But first, there was something else on his mind

Keskodai stood up.

"First Seeker, I have heard of the tragedy that has befallen the Society. I can feel many souls adrift in the river waiting for the current to take them to the Lady's final embrace. They will be in my prayers tonight, as they were in the days past."

Keskodai sat down again, a little embarassed for himself. It needed to be said, he thought to himself.

He looked down to a cradle-jar resting next to him on the couch where he had placed it carefully upon arrival. A small larva rested comfortably in the cradle-jar suspended in some kind of liquid. Suddenly it began to move tabbing the glass of the jar twice in the process.

Chk Chk approves. Keskodai smiled.

"I am sorry for the interruption. Back to business."