wererat – Mission Log: Hugh's Starfinder Campaign

The ice cream man is coming!

Posted on 27 Neth, 325 AG by wererat

Well, you haven’t experienced life to the fullest until you see a bot and four sponges headed towards food trucks at top speed, for stuff none of them can eat. We are still in charge of our Celi ambassador delegation. They overheard(?) us discussing breakfast, and which was better, pancakes or waffles, and now want to experience both. We have meetings in Lorespire Complex and the Arcanamirium this morning, but ultimately, they determine what they want to experience, and if it’s not terribly dangerous, we give in. I think, by the end, I was the only crewman not severely ill. We definitely need to design some food/telepathy interface for them ~~, so they can experience getting sick without us~~. I mean, so they can enjoy tasting things anytime.

We will be late to our meet ups. After much excitement about ice cream (why yes, those are waffles cones), we finally dragged ourself to Lorespire to see Amber and Mez’chef, who are set to give the Celi a tour through Starfinder Society headquarters. Thankfully, we made sure they’d fit through the hallways. As we wander along, we occasionally hear someone greet Widget, and he zips over to visit.

I am, for once, not looking forward to lunch.

The taste is gonna move you!

Posted on 18 Neth, 325 AG by wererat

We entered the Plenara and found a table. Widget moved off towards the Eoxian ambassadors (they are very clever, always somehow knowing they might bump into Widget, and carry crayons for him). The Celi appeared to be quite curious and went around to visit each delegation’s table. They ate whatever boring plankton was prepared for them. Ash and I were asking them if it tasted OK (I was paranoid about a skittermander server that I thought might be stalking them). They admitted they have no sense of taste, just filters, really. We offered to taste different foods we liked at the banquet and provide them with telepathic, um, tastes. They were surprised that it was even possible (and so were we). We aimed for foods we liked, though I suppose any new sensation was exciting to the celi. We plan to build them something that allows “tasting” if it’s at all possible. We’re not sure their bodies can accept graphs, and we certainly didn’t was to alter the water they float in. And we aren’t sure if they get the same “flavor” if we eat something we hate.

But we will try to create something so they can understand taste. Also, this might help give the impression that the Pact Worlds are the best to join. Of course, we would do it anyway. Especially if we can somehow involve Widget. I’m not sure he can taste much, but he can smell stuff. Something to work on, if this banquet ever ends. It’s been three hours….

Talk to me, where are my detonators?

Posted on 30 Lamashan, 325 AG by wererat

I admit, I don’t know how long we dealt with the kidnappers. I thought we were doing OK, until I saw the explosives by the front door. And a few detonators. I spent a lot of time making the detonators malfunction, right up until the alarms finally started to go off. I think Lexx must have managed to get all the passersby to keep moving, as it was just the two fake security officers at the door when Widget brought security. When we could finally reach Brock and I-9, they were out at a robot club. We got them to go back and keep watch on our ship. I suspect we’ll have to bring them something back as a peace offering.

We got the Celi to their celebration in time. We did have a minor issue at the door where I was taking Widget in, as the Celi wanted him there. The security made me remove Widget’s only weapon. While I did that, he managed to convince them to give him a box of crayons (with a sharpener on the back!). They’d better make sure his bots’ menu has a maze on the back. Or dot-to-dots. He’s not picky.

Cause I’m radioactive

Posted on 25 Lamashan, 325 AG by wererat

After a bit more healing, we departed the AbadarCorp ship and returned to Absalom Station without further mishaps. Then the mishaps showed up in groups! First, a security detail came to escort the ambassadors and us to a meal in the celis’ honor. I finally noticed we were in an elevator going down instead of, well, not down. And that their uniforms were not quite right, or matching. Thank goodness we have telepathy (and I have shortwave for speaking with bots). When we got to floor 30 and were led out into a small business district, we attempted to go shopping. We also attempted to use radios to call Venn– jammed. Widget had similar problems, but was close enough to me to trade thoughts. I told him when the chaos started to go back to the elevator and find Venn, or alert security if he was within radio range with a clear signal. He managed to sneak away as we all pretended to look for… a… fabric store! Yes, we got the ambassadors inside, and would have got the actual shoppers out, but “security” came in with us. Well, four of six. I managed to lock out two, although apparently regular thugs followed us, so looks like six out there? We made short work of the four inside. I hope the weapon-phobic celi understand that we were only using deadly force on villains who started this!

Let me fly, far away from here, Fun, fun, fun, In the sun, sun, sun.

Posted on 2 Lamashan, 325 AG by wererat

The Vesk shot at us, even managed a hit, as we zipped through the asteroid field. As we move through the asteroids, we managed to attract about a dozen teleliths. We evaded the Vesk ship and our new rocky friends long enough to power down and drop out of driftspace. Hope the Valient enjoyed their new hungry hangers on. We ended up in some rather empty space, which gave us time to fix our shields. Ash decided he wanted to pilot. I tried to argue against it, since we’d just been in combat, but he insisted. Brock slid over to manage the other computer stuff. He’s good at both, but has the attention span needed to go for hours piloting without a break if needed. Anyway, we recalculated a course that unfortunately added three more days to our trip, and dropped into Drift. Ash said a ship was coming right towards us and immediately dropped out of Drift. That did not go well at all! We ended up inside a neutron star. I know more about radiation than I ever wanted to. At least this time, Sresaka and I faired well enough to keep conscious. When we got back out of drift, Brock was piloting again. The good news was, he calculated a course back to Absalom Station that would take about half a day. Bad news was, Lexx was unconscious, and Ash was conscious, but in no shape to do anything. Thankfully, Sresaka had a healing serum to give Lexx. At which point, we learned all Celi (none of whom were the least bit harmed by our visit to the neutron star) can heal others. So, Lexx got a bit more health back. This ability to heal should maybe not get out, at least not until they decide which group to join. The other news was not too bad. An AbadarCorp ship was hailing us to see if we needed help. They had seen us blink out of Drift, and reappear a minute later, a bit…. radioactive. Ash and Lexx went over and, for 3000cr each, got lifesaving radiation treatment. Ash paid for both. I guess he’s not so bad after all. Don’t want him to pilot again, though.