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!
Crew Personal Logs
- Red-Red-Red Alert. Red Alert. Red-Red-Red Alert. 7 Lamashan, 326 AG
- woo! 29 Rova, 326 AG
- I’m outta my head without you 26 Rova, 326 AG
- I pity the fool! 12 Rova, 326 AG
- Be afraid. Be very afraid. 29 Arodus, 326 AG
- I’m drivin’ all night, just to keep the rat in the race 15 Arodus, 326 AG
- You got no line in an eight-bit town 28 Erastus, 326 AG