Chapter 1: The Commencement

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Sep 27, 2024 2:28 am
Xiordin looks at them both in some disbelief. "This is hardly the way one disappears. You look like you're moving. People around here will recognize you and say, 'Oi Tish they didn't die in a shuttle crash, I saw them on Thursday going on hollies.'
Sep 28, 2024 6:28 am
"You're right, to an extent, Xiordin. Packing for a trip is a good cover for removing belongings, and if we can fake such a thing, it might work. But, we'll need to figure out something to protect their identities going forward. The station is populous, however, and it is a problem we can work out once we get them safely back."

He looks at the woman and her grandson, "Ready? We should be going."
Sep 28, 2024 8:07 am
Just a moment. We need to conceal her face and other identifiers before we go. Can't have that she is spotted on a camera today when she is supposed to be dead.

Xiordin let her borrow your coat. Those shoulder pads will disguise her build. And her taste in style she mentally adds.
Sioux looks around and finds an almost transparent green bag, and with the aid of her nanobots conjures up an Environmental Field Collar to which she secures the bag. Within moments the collar has filled the bag with breathable air and her face is concealed.

Now, we are ready
[ +- ] Minor Form : Environmental Field Collar (Medium)
Sep 28, 2024 2:38 pm
Xiordin nearly draws his blade, but it would be in jest. His eyes flash with uncharacteristic mirth. Removing the outer layer of his Lashunta ringwear, he drapes it around her shoulders. "Sorry for the weight, you can lean on my arm if it gets too much."
Oct 2, 2024 12:46 pm
Ceren takes the outer layer of Xiordin's armor and puts it on. She looks out of place in it, but definitely not like herself, which is the goal. You make your way through the Station, trying not to stand out. You aren't bothered on your way and you make it back to the Lorespire Complex. The receptionist approaches you as soon as you enter, "Welcome back, Starfinders," he says, "I was told you might be coming back with a visitor. Why don't you leave them here with me and head on down to the cortex?"
Oct 3, 2024 3:39 am
Xiordin is a charismatic sort of fellow for a dark hearted warrior. The older woman may be discombobulated. He takes his armor shell back and asks, "Will you be okay here, Miss ..." he pauses thinking of a good secret name, "Truthseeker?" He's not sure that's all that great, but goes with it.
Oct 3, 2024 5:16 am
Reclaiming her nanobots, Sioux gives their hacker a final handshake. Good luck
Then she heads for the cortex.
Oct 4, 2024 5:48 am
Ceren gives you a smile, "I'll be fine," she says, waving off your concern as she follows the receptionist away to a side room.

Historia-7
You make your way back down to the cortex and find Historia-7 in much the same position as when you left, hooked up to a bunch of different machines, "How did it go?" she asks without even looking in your direction.
Oct 4, 2024 10:32 pm
Xiordin leans against the wall, in a dark and bridging way likely lost in the automaton. "Soryn made contact and sussed out the perpetrator. We've recovered the data and brought the perp back. She wishes to fake her death and work for us."
Oct 5, 2024 12:14 am
Historia-7
Historia-7 doesn't respond for so long that you wonder if she hadn't heard you, but then finally responds, "Good. Have you written up the death certificate and assigned her a new identity yet?" she asks, not looking up as she works.
Oct 5, 2024 12:38 am
"Well, truthfully, I was not aware we had clearance to do such things," Soryn says, looking to the others. "Do any of you know how to do such a thing?"
Oct 5, 2024 8:37 am
No not yet. Our priority was to make a believable cover story - that she was on this ship, that recently was presumed lost in space. We have added her to the manifest, and then we brought her here under disguise.
Sioux transfer the information they have already planted and the steps they have performed.
Death certificate should attend itself as officials process the ship manifests. Her new identity, should be solid enough to be scrutinized, and that amount of computing power is not available on this wrist computer. And since she is missing and dead, we could not use her rig.
Oct 6, 2024 6:15 am
Historia-7
Historia-7 sighs, "Fine. I'll do it myself," she says, then under her breath, "Just like everything else around here."

"You're dismissed. Guidance should be reaching out soon, so be ready for your next task."
Oct 6, 2024 2:30 pm
Xiordin leads the crew out of the room and when they get a ways away, asks, "That was easier than I expected, how about you all?"
Oct 8, 2024 2:18 am
Soryn is about to interject, but stops himself. The dismissal is clear, yet he finds it frustrating they might have accomplished more within the scope of Historia-7's expectations of them. "Yeah, easier than expected, but I feel like we performed below expectations. I hope they got what they needed from the data and that it is put to good use in helping the people of the Station. I...think a drink is in order, if anyone might join me."
Oct 16, 2024 12:07 am
About an hour later, you receive another communication from Guidance.

The Exo-Guardians' leader Zigvigix has requested your assistance with a few different tasks. Please report to the art park in the section of the Station known as the "Downlow". They will provide you with additional information upon your arrival
Oct 16, 2024 3:48 am
Xiordin claps his hands. "Now this is more my speed. The Exo-Guardians are likely to need us to do something heroic!"
Oct 16, 2024 8:34 am
Like cleaning up after a major battle, recovering undetonated ordinance or something similar starfinder-like.

Sioux does not feel satisfied with their last assignment. Nevertheless, she calls forth the directions to the Downlow.
OOC:
Did we miss something, or is Historia-7 just an asshole?
Oct 17, 2024 10:49 am
"Hmm, it seems that could be the case, though I question what kind of heroics might be found at the 'art park'. Still, our missions have been nothing short of surprising thus far. Let us go see what Zigvigix has in store for us, shall we?" Soryn by this point is already prepared, and is ready to leave with the others.
Oct 17, 2024 9:05 pm
OOC:
Historia-7 is just kind of an ass :P
Zigvigix
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 local 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!" their 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!"
OOC:
Host Shirren: Shirren have three genders. Male, female, and host. A male and female get together and deposit genetic material into a host shirren, which then grows a child
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