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Why did your player character initially choose to join the Starfinder Society?
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An especially small Ysoki covered in fingerpaint, engine grease, babypowder, and what appears to be glitter answers the question.
"I come from a large family of starfinders. So I got brought along on some of the safer missions, field trips, camping trips, and the occasional "lets leave him out here and see if he finds his way back" excursions. Ysoki parenting, "we have reserves". I got pretty good at fixing things, looking up how the different fauna and flora of the universe try to eat you, and the occasional hacking. "
"The scoured stars was...not one of those safer missions. So I got left on the master of stars working in the Toddler's Pen. YES. Working. There. When the scoured stars happened I wanted to get my family out, so I applied to be a field agent. And got turned down, 3 times. After the third rejection I wasn't paying as much attention as I SHOULD have and SOMEONE shot me out of an airlock as a joke. Kirkath maintains his innocence. In the void of space I saw.. something. And it showed me .. language is so limited. How to look at the universe sideways I guess. After I woke up in the infirmary in much better shape than I should have been in I could survive in space, mend broken bones, and launch a disruptive quantum singularity unerringly at a target. My fourth application for field agent went a lot better."
He fidgets with his tail a little "That does feel a little bit like cheating sometimes, but I wanted to get my family out. Or well.. find something that would lead to a clue to get them out. So now I get occasional breaks from the toddler pen to go to forsaken planets with lava or robots or dinosaurs or robot dinosaurs that spit lava... you know. Somewhere SAFE. "
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A brightly styled halfling wearing mostly white (but a LOT of glitter!) acrobatically somersaults to the top of a podium to address a dense throng of costumed fans desperately trying to maneuver their comm units to take the perfect selfie.
"Hi-yee! My name's Lily! I'm the voice of So-Lily-Quy! You've probably heard my comm-cast 'How to cause play with cosplay!' Are you excited for StationCon '21!? Message me SoooLily@InfaMore.as! #youcanglittertoo!"
As the blinding barrage of comm flashes illuminate the area in anticipation of her departure a pair of angelic, feathery wings spring out from her back and she exits stage up! Once out of sight, her entire ensemble morphs to reveal a mundane halfling wearing a Starfinder Society uniform.
"Honestly, being a spy for the Society gives me the peace and quiet that the life of a celebrity needs! Infiltrating laser-trapped security hubs and dodging tentacled space monsters is WAY safer than walking the streets in full costume without a security detail!"
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"Why did I join the Society?" The attractive, athletic human woman sitting across the table puts down her drink and smiles. "Deal me in and I'll tell you."
"I was born into one of the mining clans that work the Diaspora. It's hard and dangerous work, and there's no tolerance for carelessness, or much in the way of fun. Check. I hated almost every minute of it, except for when I got to fly ships. That I've been good at for as long as I can remember, but I didn't get much opportunity to see what I could really do. I tried to find out a couple times in my teens, but I got caught and punished for joyriding. I left as soon as I could after that."
"Raise, 100. So, I bounced around the Pact Worlds for a while, taking whatever job I could that would let me fly a ship. I had to do a lot of shady stuff, for even shadier people, just to make ends meet. Eventually I crossed paths with some Starfinders who needed someone who could fly and properly maintain a ship. It was the best-paying job of my life up to that point. Turned out to be a bit riskier than they had expected, but I did some fancy flying and got them and their ship out of that hellhole in one piece. After that, they really started talking up the Society."
"Raise, 500. Seeing new stars and skies, and getting paid well to fly some pretty sweet ships? And maybe even get some real recognition for it? It sounded too good to pass up."
She grins crookedly as she flips over her cards and rakes in her winnings. "Don't feel bad, friends. I won quite a bit of money off of that first team, too. I'll give you the same chance to win yours back that I gave them..."
Captain Fuzzifuzz, a purple-furred Skittermander, joined the Starfinder Society simply because she wishes to help as many people as she can!
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An enormous (for a ysoki) black rat that could have been mistaken for a dark patch of wall before opening blood red eyes snorts.
"Hero?"
"If you like to fight there's only a few career paths for you. Soldiers good, but comes with way. WAY too much ellicoth spore like following orders and yes sirs no ma'ms and "No you can't just slip in and kill the general that's not how things are DONE, you need to kill all these people scooped up off the streets instead." Like they're any FUN to fight."
"Gladiators are a bunch of primadonas and half of its for show anyway. "Wah, it'll take a week for my liver to grow back." Learn to duck then. Criminals a possibility but tends to come with you vs. 500 cops and I can tell you from experience that's not a fun fight either.
"So that leaves starfindering. It was the family business anyway so a few..uhm.. gaps in the resume wasn't a problem. They usually find something FUN to fight like a rolling obsidian marble with jagged spikes and not just another vesk with a doshko. Yeah, sometimes someone wants to talk talk talk to the ambassador or the animal or the animal ambassador but believe me, eventually something will try to kill everyone. Patience is a virtue " Cracks open a pint sized can of Calden Caydens brand healing serum and glugs it. "And no one complains if I have a few on the Job. anymore... "
"Oh right, and don't believe the little runt about "working" there. We totally left him on the master of stars and bailed. Like Fitch was going to notice one more kid..."
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A short human with pointy ears considers the chat, then chimes in as she's looks up from the counter she's cleaning.
"Well, a bunch of Starfinders came into our section of Absalom Station a couple of years ago and helped out my great-aunt with a failing cybernetic. When the Starfinder Society offered us better jobs at better benefits than the Abadorks were offering, we kind of bought in whole-hog. Really nice to be appreciated for our hard work for a change, y'know?"
"Of course, there's been a bit of a learning curve -- I mean, I'm a maintenance worker and I've been sent on a mission to recover family heirlooms and to help a new ambassador-contact make nice with the Society. It's kind of daunting, going from being a janitor to 'bigger things'."
She then glances over at the tiny Ysoki. "Y'need me to clean that glitter up over there? Won't take too long, even with it gettin' into everything. Oh, and before folks go getting ideas, I'm no hero, I'm just a sentient doing a job here."
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The white rat hops out of their armor, strips down to their fur, shakes the glitter off of it the best they can and holds his arms up. He seems to have been fingerprinted by at least 3 independent artists. "Oh wait..." he adds a pair of earplugs from the cheekpouch and continues a little loudly "alright now try vacuuming. Don't bother trying to get the green gunk off. I put a chem-analyzer to it and it exploded."
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A lanky ryphorian wearing dented but clearly well-tended Skyfire armour steps up to speak.
"I will admit - well now, anyways - that when I signed on, it was with a death wish. Back then, the Scoured Stars had just eaten the majority of the Society, and everyone thought that signing up with 'Unproven Elsebo' was a one-way ticket to some meatgrinder out in The Vast, right? For a frustrated Skyfire washout who'd just lost a part of himself," the Ryphorian pauses to look at a black armband with a Draconic sigil tied around his arm, "it seemed like the easiest way to blaze out, maybe doing some good for the galaxy on the way, y'know?"
"But a funny thing happened. Somewhere, between learning about pain and loss from the morlamaws on Arniselle, and then seeing what holding on too tightly to an unchanging past did to Kadrical and that cursed system, my grief and self-blame stopped gnawing me raw. And, instead, it gave me a kind of determination. A need to channel that loss and grief into something good and meanigful. And that led me to the Mourning Storm, who teaches that there is a kind of quiet inspiration to be found there."
"These days, I work with other Starfinders who may be on that same path I was on. Many are - just at different trajectories and different points of the same path. I have come to find that, if we can not only pull ourselves through that path, but help others to, as well, the Starfinder Society is made much better by our presence."
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"Vacuuming? Vacuums are expensive, cranky and typically run out of battery charge just when you need them to do the heaviest jobs. Well, except for the vacuum past the airlock, but it'd be kind of rude and dumb to vent atmosphere to get rid of a little bit of glitter and gunk."
The short human pulls out a duster with a lot of fibers on it. "Fortunately, an electrostatic brush gets glitter pretty well.. if you don't mind your fur standing on end, that is." she offers as she works on cleaning up the glitter disaster.
As she works she glances over to the Ryphorian. "I am sorry for your loss and hope that you never have to deal with something like that again."
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"Depends on the model some of those can be... " There's a loud and the rodents fur shoots out, rending him a three foot tall cottonball of fluff with a barely visible nose, whiskers, and ears. The glitter practically flies off though. He waddles back to the corner in like a kid in a snowsuit with a muffled "Thanks.. need to try that trick next time..." emanating from somewhere near the center...
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"I am of the House of Tartarus. I am the house of Tartarus. For eons, my lineage has watched the stars, and passed knowledge that most mortal ancestries cannot comprehend. Even among the Naur, my line is ancient and timeless," speaks Septemus, after a small pause he continues looking into the eyes of who would hear his message, "Can you imagine the weight, the burden even, of cataloging and remembering everything with the passing of the stars; while others, even those of my own kind, go joyfully into the tomorrow, unchaffed with the knowledge of yesteryears. Human, dwarfs, even the 'long lived' elves, forget what passes in time immemorial, but not the Naur, and not House Tartarus," Septemus gets off his seat, to stand before you, his towering figure rising up to meet the ceiling, "No. House Tartarus does not forget, we do not permit it," Septemus's voice grows with energy matched only by the spirit of the thumping of his own heart, "But it was stolen from us. The ancient rite. The sacred knowledge. It was taken, with out permission, with out remorse. The gap has sapped most of your kind and those around you of the knowledge of your past, and that of your kin and clans. But House Tartarus always vigilant, prepared for any library to burn, for our mighty labyrinths to crumble. For even though gap has brought us low, stolen from us. Stolen our heritage and birthright. Our minds, yes our spirit remains. And you cannot so easily separate a Naur's spirit and his past. While others could not remember their own parents names," Septemus stops, looks all around the room, gazing into the souls of all the patrons, "House Tartarus, remembers their lineage, House Tartarus can recall the millenniums of generations that have lead the Naur."
Septemus, pulls out from his pocket a single small saphire. Everyone's eyes grow with large with wonder, for while a only a handful of these precious data crystals have been recovered to date, all know they contain information, records, history of the pact worlds before the gap.
Gently laying the crystal on the holo-projector, Septemus speaks with a soft tone, that you would almost mistake for a whisper, "Behold the line of Tartarus," and suddenly thousands, maybe tens-of-thousands of names, race across the room, each carrying the insignia of the House of Tartarus. There is no con, the words of Septemus have been proven true, no lineage to date in any know histories has gone this far back, nor dared to dream of it.
"You ask, Why?" Septemus says with a low whisper, "because I Septemus house of Tartarus, must recover what was stolen, and record what has yet to be."