June 15, 2018 recap

Mission #2

After brief rest the group went to look for Historia-7. The Lorespire Complex, home and heart of the Starfinder Society, is a striking campus dedicated to knowledge. Communal labs and historical departments study the Archives’ massive collection of artifacts and texts, gathered by generations of agents from across the galaxy. A quick search of the directory indicates Historia-7 frequents the Archives’ Cortex, a computerized matrix containing digital records of the Starfinder Society’s most prominent discoveries. The android reclines on a raised chair and is plugged into the local infosphere when the doors open. The neural cables detach themselves from her neck as she swivels in her seat to address the new arrivals. “Greetings, Starfinders,” she says calmly. “I am Historia-7. If you are seeking a mission from me, please be aware that my request requires both discretion and speed. Do not accept it if you feel incapable of working within these parameters. “I discovered someone recently hacked into Bluerise Tower’s computer systems and stole a large amount of sensitive data from the resident corporations. I wish to be privy to this information. I managed to trace the hacker’s location through many proxies and erased the trail so that station and corporate security should be delayed in their pursuit. This deception will not fool them for long, so you must move quickly to retrieve the data before they can recover it. I will leave you to decide what to do with the hacker afterward, but should it be feasible, I believe that person would be an asset to the Society.”

Some members of the group knew some information about Bluerise Towers but they all decided to to some digging. E.D. and Ben asked Historia-7 for a computer they could use. She showed them a terminal and assisted them in their search. They found that Bluerise is a private office structure maintained by multiple corporations and legally protected to the point that even the station’s Stewards have difficulty entering. Historia-7 would like to know what these corporations are hiding and she wants to Society to stay informed as much as it can it is current vulnerable state. She gives the group the address to a flat in Drifter’s End, a district in the station’s Ring known for for providing cheap housing to vagabonds of all sorts.

With the new information they head to Drifter’s End and easily find the apartment. They see a teenage boy out in front of building that resembles a cement cube. He is tending to a number of tomato plants. Around him are boxes of nutrient broth, gardening tools, and various cultural knickknacks clutter the open doorway into the house leaving barely any room for visitors to sit down.

Ben asks the group in a loud voice if their comm units are working? His is not. He cannot access the databases or the Infosphere. Others say that they too are having issues with their units. Ben asks the boy if he is having any problems. He checks his comm unit and it is working fine. They ask him if he knows who to work with these things and he says when I have problems I take mine to the closest Mr. Comm Unit which is just down a few blocks. They usually can get it working in no time. The group continues to ask about the comm units when suddenly Altos says he is not felling well and begins to faint. Ben and E.D. catch him and ask the boy if there is a place inside they can take their friend. An old lady comes from out of the house and the boy says this is my grandma. The grandmother has already made room at their small table in their living room for Altos to sit at. Instead he asks Ben and E.D. to help him to the bathroom. The rest of the group checks out the small house for any out of the ordinary tech while Ben and E.D. assist Altos. Ben casts Detect Tech but the only thing that stands out besides the comm units is the neural implants/datajack that the grandmother has and those are not out of the ordinary. The grandmother goes into the kitchen and begins to make tea. She shouts from the kitchen that her name is Ceren and her grandson’s name is Jubair.

Ben decides to come clean and sits down at the kitchen table and says “We have not been honest with you. We are investigating a data hack for the Starfinder Society of the Bluerise Tower corporations building and our leads all come back to this house.” The boy is surprised and sits there with his jaw dropped and mouth wide open stumbling over his words but never able to say anything. The grandmother sits back in her chair and the group can tell she is access her neural implants. “Damn” she says. “Well, it seems that I am the ones that took them but I have no idea how I got them.” She opens her eyes and begins to explain. When I was younger I was a hacker and a pretty good one at that. Some said I was the best of the best in my field. However, old age brought on a degenerative brain disease and I was forced to retire. I spent most of my savings on augmentations to my brain that halted the damage but I am no longer as capable as I once was. I must have slipped into a younger mindset, performed the hack and then forgotten all about it. Since I have no idea how I came across these I am more than happy to give you this data. But I am going to need your assistance. You see, Bluerise will be coming after me and I would rather not spend my last years in prison or worse leaving my grandson all alone. I am not sure he would be able to take care of himself. He only wants to take care of his plants, not that there is anything wrong with that. I know I cannot evade these folks for very long so I am thinking that I should fake my death to get me out of this hotwater I put myself in and then get Jubair protection from the Society. With your help of course.

The group thinks on it a minute and says “Yes, we can do this.” Good she says and then she and Jubair begin to pack the essentials of their house while the group decides what to do next. Ceren says you all do what you need to do and we will meet later today. say in 6 hours, to go over the details. Let us meet in Jatembe Park on a footbridge near one of the more forested areas of the Park. It is one of my favorite places to go and seem appropriate. With things agreed on Jubair and Ceren are ready to leave. She says to her grandson as they head out the door all of this business reminds me of my younger days!

The group splits into two parts: one to work in faking Ceren’s death. The to work on creating a new identity for her and her grandson. They all head back to Lorespire Complex to seek Historia-7’s assistance. Ben, Altos and E.D. sit down at one of the computers and soon they have adjusted files so that it looks like Ceren died of a brain hemorrhage. It took adjusting files related to another woman, hospital records and morgue records Meanwhile, Vash Te, Altronus, and Bob got to work on her new identification. Her new name would be Reshi Amond. She had been an astronomer when she was younger. Her younger brother and his wife died in a spaceship crash in their 30s and she took in her nephew, Verrin Amond. She is now retired but still loves to watch the stars. Her implant helps keep track of the star’s movements. She has been teaching her nephew astronomy after the Scoured Stars event peaked his interest in the galaxy as well as The Gap. She never married.

Once they had all of the information together they dead for Jatembe Park. As they arrived at the foot bridge they saw Ceren and Jubair standing on the footbridge but on the far side of the bridge Altos notices a number of gang members hanging around just in the treeline. One of them has a computer tablet and he is pointing out Ceren and her grandson to the other thugs. The group starts to approach Ceren when the gang leader shouts, “You just stay right there. We have business with these folks. Stay back and there will be no trouble. Looking at the thugs Altos sees that they have batons on their belts and pulsecasters in holsters, both nonlethal weapons. So far, they have not reach for their weapons. Ben says back, these people are our relatives. We are meeting them and are looking forward to spending time with them. The gang leader replies. Just stay back while we talk with them. They are in trouble and we need to be sure that they will cause us to trouble. This is none of your business. It is our business as they are family. Bob says telepathically, let us meet with our friends and puts his hands on his pulsecaster. As he does that all four thugs reach for their pulsecasters. The leader says We told you to not get in the way. Too bad it has to go down like this. And both groups attack.

It does not take long for the gangers to realize they are in over their heads. The leader keeps shouting This was supposed to be a milk run. A milk run. He soon falls from multiple shots from azimuth laser pistols. Bob cast Mind Thrust at one of the others and the thug’s head explodes. One of the thugs attempts to run away after dropping his weapons and failing to medpatch the leader. Soon there is only one ganger left standing and he seems oblivious to what has gone on around him and his stands there shooting his pulsecaster, missing over and over until he is finally taken down.

Ceren and Jubair emerge from their hiding place on the groups side of the bridge in a large shrubbery. Ceren looks unfazed about what just went down and hurries over to the group eager to receive her new identity. She loads everything up and then transfers all of the files from the Bluespire Tower. She thanks the group and says they must be off to start their new life. The two leave and the group heads back to Lorespire Complex.

They are about halfway there when they are messaged by Historia-7. She has heard from Ceren and is most pleased with her new identity and feels comfortable enough to sometime soon risking return to public life. Historia-7 says that Ceren repeated that this is the most alive she has felt in ages. And that if the Dataphiles ever need her require her skills she will assist in anyway she can. The group sends Historia-7 the Bluespire files. She thinks them and says I will start looking through these now and signs off.

Shortly after their conversation, a courier robot dressed like a butler approaches them and gives them a box. It bows and says this is from Historia-7. He then turns and leaves. Inside the box they find a standard datajack, credsticks for each party member with 200 credits each and a note from Historia-7 saying that the datajack is token of thanks from the Dataphiles. Also in the box is a a frostbite-class zero rifle and a note from Ceren. Jubair found the rifle while they were cleaning out the house and they have no need for it so they decided to give it to the group in thanks for all of their help.

Mission #3

The group decided to help the Exo-Guardians next. Since the Exo-Guardians do not have a headquarters on Absalom Station yet, the group would meet their leader in the district’s largest art park. It was about a 10 minute walk.

Garbage litters the ground around the district’s largest art park—a cement lot filled with undulating metal sculptures and covered in graffiti of grotesquely adorable creatures. The sounds of music and chatter drift over from the nearby clubs, chronically interrupted by the roar of the local gangsters’ engines. A heavily augmented host shirren is sitting on one of the park benches, eating a simple meal of cold grub-noodles and rice candy. Their antennae perk up at the tremor of approaching footsteps. “Welcome, new Starfinders! And congratulations!” the shirren’s voice telepathically projects. “My speech-name is Zigvigix, but feel free to call me Ziggy, if that would be easier for you. Have some rice candy to celebrate your graduation! Today is your big day!

“When you are ready, I have two assignments I could use assistance with. The first is to help me secure a new headquarters on Absalom Station. I’ve been in talks with our station’s protectors, the Stewards, and they were kind enough to give us ownership of a warehouse here in Downlow forthat purpose! The current owners no longer want it because a vicious alien took it over and kills anyone who goes inside. Once the alien is gone and the warehouse cargo has been returned to its owners, we can start installing desks and computers, so please go in and incinerate the creature!

“My second assignment…” Zigvigix twitches their tooth barbs for a moment and then holds out a credstick. “Please buy the brand-new Strawberry Machine Cake album, Star Sugar Heartlove!!!, which is out today, and give it to Historia-7 when you see her. She is the head of the Dataphiles, so you should meet her today! I wish to do it myself, but I… I have trouble standing for long periods of time. Thank you very much!”

The group figures that getting Ziggy’s headquarters squared away is more important but Ben wants to see if he can get a copy of the album off the Infosphere. He looks around but cannot find a copy of it. He does find out that they are selling hard copies of the album on CD format and then releasing a digital version in about a week. He also finds out that there is about a 6 hour wait to pick up the CD. They check their gear and then head out to the warehouse Ziggy gave them directions to. On the way there, Ben and Altos check the video footage of the feather stalker to see if they can learn anything about. They find that is a ferocious fighter that seems to revel in its kills. It uses it feathers that have razor claws. It also adapts to its surroundings meaning each feather stalker one would encounter will have different offensive and defensive capabilities. The video of the beast does not give enough detail to determine what this specific beast has. They also saw that a group of Stewards were guarding the warehouse and had put a force-field around the building keeping the beast inside.

They arrive and Vash Te tells them who they are. The Steward responds, I need to see your credentials. They all show him the Starfinder Society implant they had received. He tells them thanks and gives them all the information he has on the feather stalker. He then says once you are ready I will signal for the force-field to come down and you can enter. Message me again once you are ready to leave. And let me know if we need to be on the defensive as you are coming out or not.

The group enters cautiously.

The doors to the warehouse were forced open and no longer lock. The warehouse ceiling is 30 feet high, and a catwalk runs 15 feet above the floor. The crates and vehicle are approximately 5 feet tall, while the cylindrical containers and the crate-filled scaffolding are 10 feet tall. A pit in the warehouse floor is 10 feet deep. The scattered junk on the floor creates an area of difficult terrain. The lights on the catwalk are not bright enough to illuminate the area, leaving the warehouse in dim light. The group looked around and found a scattering of items, medpatches and flares mostly with a few batteries found here and there. But not sign of the creature.

Bob and Altos went north of the entrance and looked among some of the containers and crates. Unfortunately there were not as quiet as they would have liked so it was very possible that the beast knew that it had company. Ben and E.D. looked at the computer terminal but it was not working and it would need parts that they did not have available in order to fix it. They moved on towards the vehicle and the catwalk that rose above it. Vash Te went to examine the makeshift nest. It was empty but there were many down like feathers indicating that something with feathers had slept there recently. Bob used his Blindsense and felt some kind of movement up on the platform with more crates. He telepathically messaged folks and they all headed towards that area. As Bob was the closest the feather stalker leaped up on a crate and fire a feather harpoon at him. He then jumped to the next crate over as Altos jumped up and grabbed the floor of the platform and began to pull himself up. The feather stalker focused its attack on Altos as they others in the group fire their azimuth laser or cast spells at it until it finally fell. They gave a quick search around the warehouse and then signaled for the Stewards that all was clear. The head Steward came in and gave the okay and soon workers were carrying out crates and barrels and containers, emptying the warehouse in preparation for the Exo-Guardians to move in.

The group then went to stand in line to buy the Strawberry Machine Cake album. There was a large crowd and several of the group became fatigued during the long wait. They were able to get the album for Historia-7. She decided to get herself a copy and then realized that as excited he was about the album Ziggy had not asked for one for himself. The group pooled their money and bought him an album also. They all spent 50 credits to their own copies. Leaving the crowd was a pain and several of them were roughed up a bit. As soon as Ben got his copy he went to see setting up a torrent of the album. He found that four had already been created!

Ziggy meets them and thanks them for removing the beast from the warehouse. He presents them with a set of basic iridishell armor, a pair of incendiary grenades I, and 400 credits. They apologize for the lack of credits they can offer but excitedly warns them, “Have fun with the grenades, but don’t blow yourselves up—I like you!”

The group headed back to the Lorespire Complex to get some rest and see what they could learn about the Inquistives and their leader, Radaszam. Their office was in the Nyori Palisades, a luxurious neighborhood located in Absalom Station’s transparent central dome. They headed over to introduce themselves.

The plain white doors of the office slide open to reveal a stark, dimly lit room. The chamber is bleak and expressionless in its emptiness—no vanities line its smooth black walls, and no signs of use mar its smooth black furniture. The only occupants of the suite are a bug-eyed tadpole wriggling in a glowing blue aquarium and a reptilian vesk seated behind an onyx desk. The vesk gestures to a number of chairs in front of him, his features sharply illuminated by the light of his desk’s green holoscreen. “The new graduates,” he greets, in a low and pleasant voice. “Good day. I am Radaszam, though since you are here, I should hope you already knew. “I trust you are aware of our Society’s traditions, so I will cut to the point. I have a minor situation that needs resolution. One of our members, a human named Laboni, had a rather public altercation with a junk scavenger from the Spike. You might be more familiar with the scavenger than I, actually; he is a ysoki who fancifully calls himself Ratrod. I am told he runs a popular racing competition that has, hmm, several hundreds of thousands of viewers on the station’s infosphere. For some reason, Laboni felt the need to tell him that any ‘real’ mechanic could easily beat the garbage that Ratrod and his associates slap together. Now that Ratrod has issued an infosphere-wide demand that she race him and prove it, Laboni doubts she can back that claim up. “Embarrassing, isn’t it? Not really the sort of troublemaker that suits our Society. Perhaps she would be better suited to the bottom of a trash compactor… Well, we cannot afford to throw her out, not after so many Starfinders were lost in the Scoured Stars. Besides, we can’t let people think we are so weak that we can’t control our own members, or that we cannot stand up to a scrapyard junker. No, I would like you to assist Laboni in winning this race. Show our detractors that even the least of our Society is not someone to be trifled with.”