Let's Hear About Some Society Nanocytes

[Gustar Cort]

While I see that Tech Revolution isn't legal for play yet, I do know that there has to be some folks chomping at the bits, bytes, and other tech words to start their nanocytes. Let's hear about them!

I am Gustar Cort, a hortus from the Azlanti Empire. I stowed away in some bags of fertilizer brought with my good friend and fellow farmer, a brakim named Lubo Oxa, when he fled the Azlanti Empire with the help of some Starfinders.

The fertilizer wasn't so bad... as a fungal hortus, fertilizer is practically my natural habitat.

Anyway, I knew I had to leave the Empire when I got infected with some sort of experimental Azlanti tech, and my spores started replicating themselves as nanites. I... well my spores... may have absorbed some confidential Azlanti schematics, and you know how much they love their tech being copied.

Luckily for them, I barely understand how to turn on a dataslate, much less perform complicated interplanetary espionage. So the Starfinder Society is helping me learn how to use and control my nanite spores so we can get at that juicy Azlanti tech. In the meantime I guess I'll stand in front of monsters while other Starfinders shoot at them. Most monsters do not like the taste of hortus, so I reckon I might be pretty good at it.

I'm also raising a lil' supenga sprout that I found in an Azlanti greenhouse. I haven't thought of a name for it yet... thinking about... Gustar Junior!

Anyway, nicetameetcha!

[MurderHobo#6226]

Inspector Gizmo.

Missed it by that much.

Enough said.

[Xenocrat]

Let's hear whether your GMs let you use a gear array at full level if you try to use it as a secondary array starting at level 7.

[Dr. Joui]

Like most of bantrid-kind, I just woke from stasis in 314 AG with no memory of what had come before. And apparently, my bloodstream was full of these little hangers-on from the start.

Didn't know that right away though. Only found out in the first year of my doctorate when some punk from the Unbroken Sphere pulled a knife on me while we were quite literally butting heads over the meaning of a recent archaeological find.

Anyway, my little helpers kept me alive enough to knock out that little fascist and get proper medical help. Best the doctors could tell, they'd been dormant in my bloodstream ever since before I went into stasis.

Once I finished my doctorate in xenoarchaeology, I got word First Seeker Hadif was hiring qualified folks, so I left Hibb behind to study other worlds, in hopes they'd give up their secrets more easily than Hibb.