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Twitch walks up to the Starfinders working on the bikes. "No handlebars, seats on backwards, and you have the directional exhaust flange mounted incorrectly. Come on! Are you trying to kill yourselves?"
After setting the bikers straight he turns his attention to the scholarly Starfinders. "Come on. You know that some of the greatest minds, scholars, and religious leaders have all made inquiries to gods and demons which reveal that it still exists somewhere unreachable by magic, along with everyone that once lived on it."
After debating with the scholarly types he finally turns his attention to those having the picnic. "I wish I to could feel the wind on fur or smell the flowers with my sensitive nose but these things that you say you can feel and smell do not exist for anyone but yourselves. They are only in your minds and not real."
Twitch shudders at hearing the recorded message and barely manages to contain his bile when the egg is sliced open. Twitch brushes at his armor and looks like he wants to tug on his whiskers but is unable to while in his armor. Following the rest of the crew he assists with moving the impromptu barrier and also assists with looking over the wreckage that is the elevator controls. What a mess. This would take far to long to get up and running again based just on what I can see. Twitch levels his rifle as they enter the bridge and scans it for signs of hostility. "I wonder where everyone went?" Seeing no active threat at the moment Twitch turns his attention to the computer. I think I can get this repaired and running again.
After getting it operational his fingers begin to fly across the keyboard as he works to gain access into the terminal.
Twitch moves carefully into the airlock with his rifle in a ready position. He signals to the rest of the group to follow him in and quickly indicates to move to the blocked corridor. "Don't mind the long dried Vesk blood and whatever else the other blood came from. Whomever or whatever it is from isn't here at the moment and we have work to do." "A few of the stronger among us need to clear the barrier while the others maintain themselves in a ready position to provide covering fire if needed."
"What do you mean, like am I actually here or am I like you, a hologram?" Twitch gives a shake of his head and adjusts his rifle grip. "We are here in search of members of our organization who came this way about a year ago. Have you seen anyone with this symbol within the last year?" Twitch holds up a starfinder insignia to show the hologram.
Twitch keeps his head on a swivel as he moves into the library. He also gives his head a shake as the incredibly bland music bites into his
"These folks were quite advanced both technically and culturally. We need to flag this place for future exploration and data mining." Following Ceolor out of the library and to the nearby homes Twitch keeps watch. He scans each home, street, and alleyway for potential threats as they move. He also takes a defensive position at the door when Ceolor goes inside. Twitches eyes get big as he spots Ceolor quickly exiting the home with a pale green nauseous look about him. "That bad?"
Analyse the incoming communication Twitch hooks into the ships on board computer and combines his technical know how with the computers processing power to analyze the communications received.
The ship’s sensors indicate nearby gravitational anomalies, and the ship starts gently shaking. Twitch quickly analyzes the data from the sensors. "This is bad. This is all bad."
The ship starts shaking uncontrollably and barely responds to controls "I'll be damned if we are going to become another piece of space junk." Twitch says as he tears into the wiring and hardware of the ship to get it to behave.
The ship’s engines stop working altogether, and the ship starts rapidly losing altitude. "Oh, HELL NO!"
The ship’s computer issues the following message: “Landing gear functioning at 50%. Collision imminent, brace for impact. Twitch begins violently kicking the landing gear mechanism.
(Crash) Landing This is bed. This is bad. This is bad!
Twitch stands around listening to the Venture Captain speak and plucking at bits of his fur that bear scorch marks. "This sounds like it will either be a death trap or quite the story to tell upon our return." He then hurries off to the the hanger bay to lend his aid in checking ship engines. Upon his arrival at the hanger bay he immediately leaps into action and begins pawing his way through an open engine.
Player name: Big Joe
There is nothing to off or odd about Twitch that having taken enough voltage to light up Absalom Station wouldn't account for.
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