That other thread not being what I expected, and being unable to keep in what I had hoped to post there, I offer the following installment in what I would like to make my first Starfinder character. He was inspired by this piece on Deviant Art and is the guy on the left.
I realize I may be taking some liberties with Absolom's inner workings, which is why I asked this question. Until it is answered, I hope the liberties will be taken for what they are.
I also have no rationale for some of the slang as it relates to SF lore. It just seemed to sound good at the time. ;)
Baxder Burns, pt. 1 wrote:
The huge access panel creaked open, the sound echoing through the empty shaft. Baxder and Ami winced from the loudness, then from the tension. After a moment of nervous silence, Baxder chuckled.
Ami’s expression went from terror to incredulity. “How is this funny,” he whispered harshly. “Shafty, this is crazy. You is crazy.” His head must have whipped back and forth half a dozen times as he spoke and looked from the nearby secure access panel back to Baxder. Baxder had to keep from laughing outright at his companion’s antics. Instead, he disguised his mirth as a nervous huff and ran a hand through his unkempt black hair to hide his smile.
“Hey, Ami, Why do you call me shafty?” Baxder raised one arm to gesture to their surroundings and placed his other hand on Ami’s shoulder. The smile was still on his face, but it took on an assuring character.
“Because of where we live, Bax,” Ami replied, a little smug and not so comforted. “Not because of what we’re doing.”
“Well, maybe to me it means both.”
Baxder, Ami and their fellow impoverished “shafties” lived in the in-betweens of Absolom. They were the unwanted; the children of the downtrodden; the outcast. They made their homes in and found their way through the maintenance and access shafts of the station, and as long as they stayed out of the way were largely overlooked. It was this last caveat to their way of life that had Ami so distraught. They’d seen it violated a time or two, and punishment had come in the form of partial depressurization.
Nonetheless, Ami’s persisting troubled expression got on Baxder’s nerves. “The f$*$ you so uptight for, eh?” The hand on Ami’s shoulder turned up. “You asked to come with me, shafty, but now that we’re up to what we came for, you think a couple creaks and bumps are gonna get us vented? You think I’d be doin’ this if I thought so?” The upturned hand tapped the side of Ami’s head. “Relax, Ami. I got this.”
Ami grimaced and looked a little wounded at his friend’s reproach, but he had to relax a bit. Of course, the shafties made noises in the tunnels, and the infractions that had drawn their past punishments were more overt and threatening to the domers than what their supposed prank against one of their own would amount to.
“S!**, Bax. Gap me, alright? I just ain’t used to this kinda thing.”
Baxder grimaced back and rubbed Ami’s bald head. “Yeah well I am. Who’s hooked you up with all that clean water and power, off the grid for so long?”
“Only because my ma’s so good at cookin’ for you with it.”
“Yeah. So how you gonna earn your keep?”
“Keep savin’ your scrawny ass from the damn ratters. And bringin’ it home for supper.”
Baxder had to give Ami that. He was twice his size, though they were the same 13 years old. Baxder had always been picked on for his size and had become a favorite target of one particular Ysoki gang. Ami, though, was able to handle several of the “ratters” at a time. He had indeed saved Baxder’s ass on several occasions. They were here, though, because the ratters had ambushed Ami in retaliation for his protection of Baxder.
“Alright, then. This is how I get your back,” Baxder said, motioning to the open hatch and retrieving his datapad. The display showed the service shaft’s innards in various color-coded runs of cables and pipes, controls and sensors. Ami looked on with anticipation as Baxder looked back and forth between the two. “Okay. Yeah.” he confirmed to himself as he began to grin.
“We’re gonna run a little tap from the greenwater to the ratters’ section fresh supply, and bypass these sensors.” Greenwater was each sections’ reactors coolant. The domers used the term for the water that kept their environment green. Baxder loved the irony, though he had no particular hatred for the dome. The ratters were another matter altogether.
Ami’s eyes went wide. “Won’t that kill them? Wait, won’t that kill us?”
Baxder shook his head. “They’re f*&~in’ ratters. It should just make ‘em sicker than s&&$, but if a couple die…” He made eye contact with Ami, wearing a grim expression. “It’s gotta stop, Ami. They’re gonna end up killin’ us both if we don’t make a stand.”
Ami returned the somber expression, but nodded. “So what about us?”
Baxder reached into his pack and pulled out some rad gear. “We just needed to be prepared.”