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Taerem looks at the control in their hand for the energy weapon and takes a moment to check it's calibration, turning to 5ym0n they shurg. "If you think you can achieve such, I would not complain - it is all about accuracy after all" After the Ysoki's 'ministrations' the Kasatha takes aim and fires at Lemgem.
"Hmm, not sure that worked..."
Frowning at the grimy nature of the pits, Taerem carefully goes through the scrapheap, looking for suitable parts for Laboni's laughable excuse for an 'engineer'. Seeing that most of their allies have looked to improve how well it handles, Taerem focuses their time on tuning up the engine and the weaponry.
Nodding as the thugs leave, a smirk beneath their cultural mask as the Ysoki scares them off. Heh, tails between their legs - probably for the best, tangling with Bluerise goons wouldn't go well." they ponder as Jubal and Ceren approach. "it is done, Ceren is officially dead. Details of your new life will be sorted by Historia I expect." they greet the woman, before escorting them to safety with the others.
Within Radazasm's office, the Kasatha rolls their eyes in disgust as the smooth Vesk lays out their issue with brash members. Casting a side eye glance at Helios they nod in acceptance to the leader of the Acquisitves. "I am sure it should not bee too difficult... sounds filthy though."
Taerem listens to the woman's proposal with a nod, it seemed sensible enough to fake her death - given how tenacious the corporate goons could be. At 5ym0n's request they nod. "I know of some Ysoki that operate a Gardens - they should be able to procure us something suitable I am sure."
Once they have performed some work on the cadaver to help, they also work on creating a new identity for Ceren, using their connections with some of the shadier folk in the SPire.
Taerem steps into the tiny hab-cube, their cultural mask hiding the look of distate as they try to avoid gardening supplies and the cramped nature of so many bodies in a living space not designed for such occupancy. As the woman talks, they eye them quizzically Mental deterioration causing periods of forgetfulness is not uncommon in advanced age - but to revert to an age capable of hacking is something worthy of further study. they think, using their usual clinical out look to break down the phenomenon before them. "As my colleague states - one of our leaders has declared the data - and the person that has acquired it, vital assets. We are at your disposal to keep you out of the interests of the Bluerise Corps." they add to 5ym0n's own show of support.
No spellcasting here, but I will keep my eyes out - seems pretty much like any other Station slum I've seen so far. Taerem pulses back to 5ym0n whilst Helios and Dawnfriend start talking with the boy, to varying degrees. As the old woman steps out, Taerem looks confused. Sure we have the right address? A juvenile botanist and their Grandma? Maybe Historia got it wrong. Not being renowned for their bedside manner Taerem keeps quiet for a moment, but keeps their eyes peeled for approaching Security or Street Thugs.
Frowning in disgust as the 'fans' rush the moment the doors open, Taerem manages to avoid the worst of them and wipes down their coat. Shaking their head they leave the Store with the others and make their way to the Dataphiles. Though they weren't a member of the faction - they approved of their work in collaborating any information no matter how menial. Listening to the Android they nod, "This can be achieved I feel." they accept with a shrug.
Hearing the others getting prepared to leave, Taerem gets to their feet, storing the vials full of samples inside a reinforced satchel made for just this purpose. Then, grabbing their rifle and reloading it they call over their Arachnid Bio-lab and leave the warehouse. "I never saw the allure of these 'Sugarpop Idols' - music is a distraction from my work."
Whilst Helios and 5ym0n get to making sure the warehouse is secure, Taerem takes their time in retrieving genetic data from the Feather stalker, pulling out a few syringes for fluid samples - whilst their Bronze Arachnid companion crawls over the beast to take scan readings fro later study. As they stood up and stretched - their bones creaking ominously, they wonder whether Zigvigix will allow them to take the creature back for thorough dissection. "Well that was thoroughly unpleasant - how fares everyone? ANy wounds that need sealing - I best check them to make sure they don't go sceptic."
Sorry missed this: Player Name: Sethran
Boons Slotted: Ally:
I have already posted for this round, before Dawnfriend. Usually in Play by post, in the interest of keeping things flowing - usually all the players go when it is not the Bad Guys turn then the GM can just make one post updating it ^^ rather than us all going separately which can stretch things out ^^. Just trying to be helpful, sorry if it comes off negative, definitely not intended that way
Wincing as Helios is struck by the feathered Harpoons - Taerem raises their rifle and spends a moment fiddling with the settings, their Bronze Arachnid injecting a solution into one of the darts before squeezing the trigger. for The Kasatha then darts back behind some of the crates, out of the monster's view
Stepping into the warehouse behind the others Taerem nods the affirmative to Helios. "I will indeed, it seems like an unique specimen according to what Zigvigix told us." As Dwanfriend becomes a one Skitter illumination they nod to them. "Thankyou, good illumination is essential for dissection,most helpful."
From behind the scandalised Skittermander, Taerem merely rolls their eyes at their assessment of ‘sugar pop’ music, making sure they catch Vyn’s eye as they do so. ”Yes, let us be off then, danger and heroism awaits to those willing to help.” they reply to Dawnfriend, their insincere smile hidden behind their cultural mask.
Taerem studies and performs initial scans on the alien recovered from the hold and waits eagerly for the test data gathered by Fitch in the future. Leaving the Master of stars they shrug as the party seem to toy with the idea of gratuitous violence in the near future. They nod to the Exo-guardian warleader and smirk at the mishap befallen the warehouse owner, hoping to get another creature to study under the knife. Their second request however gets a frown Seriously...pop music?! they think to themselves.
"Let us take down this beast without wasting anymore time? I'm sure the album can wait..." they suggest, clearly bored.
At the Ysoki's suggestion, Taerem steps back and lets the Ryphorian and Half-orc through first "Make sure you don't break anything." they warn as they step into the chamber and take a moment to examine the objects kept in stasis. "Hmm, very interesting - it would seem these have been forgotten." Having their Arachnian take some notes, Taerem turns their attention to finding the lost species.
”Hmm, crude but effective given the materials available to them and that they were in the pitch dark...” Taerem observes as they assist 5ym0n be reaching the high points on the trap. With it removed they squeeze through the doors and into the next chamber, their senses peeled for sounds of this missing ‘pet’.
At the mention of a pet with a fairly unique description, Taerem's interest is peaked and they listen to the children's explanation. Seeing 5ym0n checking the supposed location of the 'trap' set up by the children, the Kastha moves over to help them disable it so they can move to the next room and find this pet.
As the other agents busy themselves with handling their smuggling problem, Taerem spends some time examining the contents of barrels and boxes, seeing if they can find the purpose for this storage room. They have no interest in the children and instead wish to get on with this laborious task now they know the mysterious 'issue' was poor parenting.
Simply following the others into the room, Taerem keeps their eyes peeled, trying to spot that which their allies had noticed. They kept their lower arms folded whilst their upper arms continued recording various data upon a wrist mounted device. "What have we seen hmm? Sabotuers or loose experiments?" they enquire over the comms.
More comfortable as light is returned to the deck, Taerem takes the offered torches from Dawnfriend automatically in a daze. Coughing softly as they realise what has happened, they return them to the Skittermander with a shake of their head. "No, you are not at fault little one. It is either malfunction or sabotage" They finish as they step into the storage room and fans out, still with no rifle drawn and searches the area for clues of what caused the issues.
With power back on, Taerem follows down the ship's corridor, keeping their rifle slung for now. The Kasathan didn't seem the need to being actively armed in their own flagship - if enemies had snuck aboard they'd likely go after much more crucial targets than those gathered here. "Hmm, best activate the emergency lighting, otherwise those of us incapable of seeing in this darkness run the risk of walking into struts."
Stepping out of the lift, much closer to the rest of the agents than they would like, Taerem also activates the light embedded into their armour, sweeping it around they look for a method to try and reboot the power to this section so they can get on with their job as requested. ”Hmm, lousy maintenance. The flagship is clearly too large for the faction to manage
Taerem greets Fitch's image with a nod, also uploading their recent report to the drone's data banks to get back to the Wayfinder's illustrious leader. Rolling their eyes at such a menial task for their supposed 'acceptance' into the Society they nonetheless without any verbal complaint. As they go, the bronze arachnid crawls around their shoulders taking periodic scans of the Master of Star's hulls, to try and use them in their current Copi research. "I have yet to modify my genetic structure to see in the night." Taerem replies to '5ym0n's question. "The middle is sufficient, i fire a rifle if needs be." they indicate a sleek black rifle slung across their shoulder.
Bringing up what information they can, Taerem the takes a moment to study the list of challenges given to them by Guidance. They seemed all fairly...banal to them for someone who had been investigating foreign cultures. But no matter, if this is what they would be paid to do then good, their research was suffering. "I agree, Fitch should be found on the Master of Stars. I also represent her faction and need to giver her my latest report on the Copaxi."
"My Copi experiments are currently proving unfruitful, but I am convinced there is something there that can be harnessed. You have been... well?" The Kasatha replies to Helios before focusing on Guidance. Examining the holographic creation with a crucial eye, Taerem acquiesces to the genetic swab - having already used the Starfinder labs, he was sure they already had access to his genetic data if they needed it. They then place their lower left hand into the machine for the implant. "Don't worry, I believe the Society has much more pressing issues than cloning you..." Taerem retorts to the half orc before turning to '5ym0n' and Vyn. "No need to stand still or fopr me to take a sample, my creation needs simply scan your unique signature so that it can treat you as needed."
Entering the room a tall painfully thin Kasathan man in a long grubby coat that has clearly been stitched back together on several occasions, showing damage from experiments and combat experiences alike. Underneath the coat, atop their scratched and oft-repaired armour rest several bandoliers festooned with various ingredients and vials filled with a variety of glowing liquids and specimen samples from several creatures. They wear the traditional mask of the Kasathan people with lanky blank hair rsting down one half of their face - which doesn't display much beyond their fierce yellow eyes that seem bored as they watch the juvenile display of their 'allies' in the room. A Bronze Arachnian contraption rests upon their top-most right shoulder blade, soft pulsing lights showing it in a resting state. Moving to the refreshments, Taerem begins to help themselves before nodding at the gum-chewing android and giving them a nod. "Helios" they say before addressing the others. "I am Taerem, if you would permit to having your biology scanned I can assist you in the field with various boosting concoctions that enhance a somewhat lacking performance"
"I have worked as an engineer in my Starfinder training and a previous mission but have not had much experience with constructing them i'm afraid. The Starstone is invaluable to Absalom Station which causes the beacon though scientists and Mystics still don't truly understand it." Taerem explains, giving them some information they have stored on the Starfinder's schematics. "I must take my leave, the Captain informs that we are to go back now." Back on the ship, Taerem supplies he data collected and compiles it into a report for the Pact Worlds - a list of advantages from having access to the Copi and examining the tech on their floating Islands. They do not omit anything about the attempts to divert their investigation and supply some of the coins they found in evidence.
”Hmm, you raise an interesting theory - I wonder if it has to do with the distance of the Copi from the planet’s core, or to do with the cycle in which it began to be formed.” Taerem ponders as they compare notes with the Copaxi ”The harnessing of gravitational properties is an interesting one - how do you think they go these vehicles to move? They may help with your future ship designs.”
"I could attempt to distract Bryanisis by discussin some of my finds here, they are a biologist and would undoubtedly allow me to gain a better insight into the genetic samples i've taken." Taerem suggests, their emphasis on the Copaxi's profession an indication of their feelings on the field. "Once aboard the Captain merely needs to radio me back and I can disengage with them. They seemed most cautious of our Android companions." If Taerem's suggestion is accepted:
Taerem listens to the group deciding what to do next and shrugs their four arms as they check out the initial sample readings of the Copi. "You are correct, I feel this Copi will greatly benefit the Pact Worlds. Most civilisations have atrocities in their past and Wars have happened between most of the Pact's members at one time or another. We are not friends but allies and so the Copaxi too can become allies." they surmise, pausing again before continuing."There are always fringe elements such as the stragglers who claim heavy handedness by their government - we should take their words with a pinch of ash."
”I agree with Helios’ assessment - these transport engines surely used the Copi to travel, perhaps using gravitational forces not unlike those harnessed by a Solarion?” Taerem muses as they too examine the remnants, taking scrapings of Copi for further experimentation. ”Hmm, it would seem like we have seen all there is to see. What say you Captain?”
Seeing the reveal of the Mechanic Taerem is less apprehensive about the Copaxi regarding their intentions, but still their guard remains up. "Hmm, all this occurred Hundreds of years ago - whilst we cannot lie to the Pact Worlds committee, as Analog mentions it may hinder you based on the complicity of your Government."
”I think we should meet Theresis before the last spot in case they have... pertinent information that will aid us piece facts together as each finding only gives more queries.” Taerem suggests as Helios rests. ”We can invite them here to see if they can find something and they can share without their allies’ intervention.”
Going through the battlefield, Taerem is clearly occupied in taking biological samples of the deceased Copaxi to notice much else that is going on. however upon seeing the graffiti they are able to make out most of it's meaning based on the texts seen previously. "Interesting... it says 'those who died of the Message of Madness are forever a part of this great city, their contributions forever a part of our memories.' and 'Your lies cannon silence the Signal! Long live the First to Listen!' they read out to the group when they have finished. "Seems there was a war over Triune's signal - matches with what Less than three mentioned." |
