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K’teskt opens up a communications channel with the rest of the group. ”Two hours isn’t enough to explore the whole ship. Doesn’t seem like we have any way to tell if there are more of those zombies on board, but that’s a risk we’ll have to take. I say we split up: I can go to engineering with someone else, and hopefully get the power back online. Everyone else can check out the life signature.”
K’teskt follows Kek, rifle still in hand.
I’d be down for continuing.
Anyone still here?
K’teskt takes aim at the nearest zombie to the hatch and squeezes the trigger once again.
Taking position on the derelict ship, K’teskt takes a moment to use his exocortex to lock onto the zombie nearest to the hatch, takes aim with his rifle, and squeezes the trigger.
Not completely discounting the something-weird-in-his-rations theory, K’teskt prepares to activate the environmental seals on his armour to disembark once the ship has docked.
K’teskt makes sure he has his rifle on hand before they finish docking.
K'teskt will keep an eye out for trouble on the sensor array.
K'teskt calls over from the science station. "I'm picking up a faint signal, but I can't quite pinpoint where it's coming from."
Now I’m just picturing the TNG crew playing poker.
K’teskt will join in on the cards, and also spend some downtime trying to fix bugs in some of his ongoing projects.
”I might need a minute to get adjusted to the computer systems, but I’ll be good to go before takeoff.”
”I should be able to help out with engineering, but piloting is not my strong suit.” K’teskt responds.
K’teskt stops by a store to buy a backpack for the expedition, then heads to docking bay 4.
"I should be able to handle any issues of that kind we come across."
If it helps, I wrote up a condensed set of what each role can do on google docs that I can share once we get into starship combat.
K’teskt twitches his antennae idly while examining the map, trying to memorize any sort of landmarks. ”How much time do we have before we leave, and will any sort of equipment or tents be supplied?”
K’teskt telepathically explains what “bring to the table” means to the newcomer before offering up ”Well, I’m pretty good with computers and machines and that sort of thing.”
"Oh, yeah. That thing's a beast." K'teskt then turns to Stagg and asks "I'm guessing you don't know why we're all here?"
A dark blue shirren wearing formal attire enters the room, his antennae flicking side to side and introduces himself telepathically. ”Hi everyone, I’m K’teskt.” He takes a seat, and muses ”So, if we didn’t screw anything up, seems like the Colonel has something special in mind for us…” He trails off.
I’m still interested.
Scene: "Alright, Tketh, let's run mark C-29 through the simulation again." K'teskt was slumped over his desk, trying to iron out the glitches from a new security drone by putting it in a HAC. However, just like the versions before it, three or four minutes in it glitched and tried to follow two entities at once and it crashed into a wall. He glanced at the clock in Tketh's HUD. It read 22:47. He was supposed to get off at 17:00. Tketh chipped in. «Kit, at this point, staying here isn't going to improve the drone. You can come back tomorrow.» ::There is that new Vercean place I've been meaning to try for a while now… ah, why not.:: K'teskt got up, turning off the lights and powering down the HAC. Twenty minutes and a trip on a crowded gravtrain later, he was standing in line at Kib's Vercean Sandwich. After a while, he sat down with his pulled pork sandwich. It tasted just like his old favourite from when he was little and he and his father lived on Verces. It reminded K'teskt of his childhood friend Tketh, for whom his AI companion was named. ::Good times.:: But those days were gone now. Saying a brief prayer to his father quietly, K'teskt walked back to the gravtrain stop. By the time he got back home, it was only a few minutes until midnight. Grumbling under his breath at himself about how he was killing himself with self-imposed overtime, he got into his bed and went to sleep.
Backstory and character sheet are finished on this profile. As someone who is carrying 5 + 8L bulk and becomes encumbered at 6, I hope there isn't too much heavy loot.
This is GM MacShack's submission. Would the Starfinder Defence Force be an INT, WIS, or CHA-based profession? |