wererat – Mission Log: Hugh's Starfinder Campaign

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.

I feel the need… the need for speed

Posted on 17 Rova, 325 AG - 25 Rova, 325 AG by wererat

The Celi ambassadors love technology. We are going to build a device to translate their thoughts to words and vice versa. Should be fun! For now, it’s interesting to watch the Celi interact with our bots. Neither group can understand what the other says, but some form of interpretive dance seems to be happening. Of the four Celi, one wants to be on the bridge, two in engineering (one wanted to observe driftdrive specifically), and one in the tech lab. They seem to be sharing info with each other, which makes for odd questions.

We are about halfway through our two-day planned trip to Absalom Station, when we encountered a Vesk ship, the Valiant. It’s a Norikama Dropship, which normally carries about 30 soldiers, and is similar in size. We sent a general greeting, heard nothing back, and continued on.

Brock, piloting, says they have basically turned around and are following us. Still no hails. No way to power down to leave drift here, so we find ourselves attempting to evade them in an asteroid belt! I’m sure the Vesk would prefer a battle, but I’m hoping we can show the Celi we don’t have to always resort to weapons. Or at least, we won’t shoot first. Unless we are assured a good, crippling shot, anyway.

Water. . . . I can smell it from here.

Posted on 8 Rova, 325 AG - 17 Rova, 325 AG by wererat

So… I found out the Office of the Directorate considered updating the Please Don’t Shoot Us by changing out our cargo hold for the delegation’s tank of saltwater was our payment. Or at least, I got the impression from Widget that we weren’t getting paid. I couldn’t find Lexx, so I took care of it. We divided up 20,000 credits right away, with 100 credits per diem! Now I’m wondering if Widget meant *he* wasn’t getting money. Ooops.

Nearly two weeks were needed to get everything ready for our would-be ambassadors. And another three days to get to Vakpod Station. We had to get the old cargo bay-turned-ocean-habitat filled with water from Vakpod. It would take about three hours, at which point, the four Celi would come up to the station. I maybe agreed we’d make some nice, animated aquarium ornaments?

Then we saw Derrick. I thought we were past the, well, past, but he smirked at me. So, I yelled at him for a bit, with the warning I’d yell at Ark7 if we saw him. Widget and I went off to spend some money at that point.

We were back in time to greet the Celi Ambassadors. I made the grave mistake of asking what they preferred to be called. Triune save me! They have names with twenty syllables, all with popping sounds in them! So glad we’ll be using telepathy. Although, I’m stuck translating some of what Widget says to them, even though he’s very easy to understand. They can’t understand his thoughts– the Celi coninsider Widget a more advanced creature and hope to someday be able to speak directly to him.

We are taking the Celi back to Absalom Station first, then they want to see Aballon, Castrovel, and of course, Akiton.