So, I suggest we leave the club, since Ash and S’resaka weren’t looking too good. Darn robots managed to follow us outside, and they were still shooting! It took us a while to take out both, but we got help from a pair of ysoki up the road. We of course ran to them, only to find Cornpuff and Jasmine were, somehow, helping us. I kinda feel like they don’t recognize us (even if we are sort of related!) though. I’m not even sure how they found us.
Crew Personal Logs
Diaries of the crew on this mission.
It’s a trap!
So, we go to the Undercarriage Club. It’s not a nice place to be today, as we are nearly to the front entrance and we hear gunfire. We run towards it. Of course we do! Not one of the dozen patrons are left alive to talk to, unless you count the assassin-bot.
Oh, wait, there’s a second one. Time to regroup!
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Well, station security doesn’t seem to move quickly, but they seemed to believe we fought in an ambush. Apparently, when you loot the bodies after a skirmish, it makes them look like victims. Widget had recorded everything, which helped, as did mentioning Venn. When they finished up their reports, we headed to Reli’s Remedies. That was… enlightening.
We managed to pick up what amounts to be a rumor. Some Vesk called Zil is claiming we have her AI. We don’t. Unless it’s some inanimate object on our ship that I’ve never met. If she gets too close to the ship, we’ll scan her and see if she’s a doppelganger.
Anyway, we proceed down to Level 42. Lots of twisting, narrow passages and alleys. We bumped into a meek, dented utility bot named Vic. He did not wish to be liberated from the area. He’s trading information for recharges, maybe? At any rate, Vic knows the area, and was able to tell us which of the many pubs Knuckles is likely to be in.
You and that stupid rat dream.
Venn suggested visiting Reli’s Relics on Level 19 in Fulsom Alley. We saw a lot of cool things — I think Widget bought something. There are a lot of outsiders on this level. Hmm. Anyway, Reli suggested that we go to Level 42, where we can hopefully find more clues talking to the Station Rats (not ysoki!), specifically the leader Knuckles.
We said our goodbyes and thanked him, then left to head to that level. I noticed a lone cab waiting nearby. This didn’t seem like the best neighborhood to wait around, or to pick up passengers– we hadn’t actually called for a cab yet. Ash decides to forge ahead, or at least past the cab. Not wanting to split up, we decide to follow. Lexx kicks a rear tire on the cab as he makes to go past, when it explodes.
He’s mostly okay, but the boom brought a few people out to check on us, with guns. We are immediately attacked by two vesk, a technomage, and an ysoki who had been hiding behind a dumpster. A quick, and probably nosier skirmish ensues. We have some new vesk weapons now, at least, as well as a healthy/healthier distrust of cabs. We also now have something Widget calls an “emotional therapy toaster.”
Looking for Clues
We still have a few days before our ship is completely upgraded, so we are looking for the information the Stewards need to figure out what is causing all the “issues” in the maintenance tunnels. The two names in the note we found, Johdore and Arctaurus, were easy enough to look up. Arctaurus turns out to have a 10,000 credit bounty on his head. But, he’s an android. And an evil scientist, which, for some reason, reminds me of all those vivisected aliens– I think the Greys did those, but I don’t wish to research that further. We were able to find a Johdore Michael, but he is listed as working for Access Shipping. Looks like our guy.
We waited a day to go check out Johdore’s apartment, hoping he still owned it, since his bones made it rather obvious he hadn’t been showing up to work for at least a week. We did find his paycheck from Access Shipping in his mailbox. We easily found his apartment, and no one batted an eye when we took ourselves upstairs.
That was anticlimactic. It doesn’t look like anyone has lived there recently. However, we did manage to scare ourselves, when I sensed some people walking towards his door. We psyched ourselves up for a skirmish, but they walked on past.
Note to self: if it’s “quitting time,” expect to see a lot of people returning home to their apartments. At least that made it easy for us to slip out of the building.