Chapter 1: Seeds of Destruction

"No objection to that. We do owe her our lives," the hadozee concurred. "We also helped defend her ship against the astral elves, so we're squaring up nicely."

"I'm digging the groovy tentacle motif, but it's far too heavy for me."
"Yes, luv, that'll do nicely."

Having explored the mind flayer ship, you make your way back to the Moondancer and find Captain Sartell waiting for you, eyes still sweeping the skies for any sign of a threat. She looks at you as you cross back to the ship, "So... how'd it go? Find anything interesting?

We found trouble, and handled it.
We also found food and water to ease the burden of all these extra passengers along with an enchanted armor and some gems.

"We found out that we can't tell when a psurlon is a psurlon. Also, neogi raiders are somewhere nearby."

"And bugs!" says Imti, holding up her pouch of maggots. She sits upon one barrel of pickled brains that she scavenged from the ship, proud to have contributed to Captain Sartell's supply.

"That whole ship is like an angler, really. Maybe you can make use of it later."

Captain Sartell smiles, "Food? That's good news. You can keep the gems and armor, but we could definitely use the food," she says before motioning some of the recruited sailors to fetch the food.

A short time later, the food is on board the ship and Captain Sartell stomps twice on the deck, "Flapjack! It's time to go!"

Just as you are making ready to leave, a dark shape glides across the face of a nearby asteroid. It is another ship. The new arrival resembles a giant spider, complete with long, delicate legs and weblike rigging. Starlight gleams off its metallic hull as it creeps silently toward your vessel.

"A nightspider!" shouts Captain Sartell. "The neogi were using this hulk as bait, and we've flown right into their web!"

"Why'd they wait until we were done looting the wreck?" wonders Imti, hand over her eyes to stare at the neogi ship.

She walks over to the ballista she once manned. "Where's my crew?" she demands, a signal for those who first helped her to jump on the weapon again.

"Aha!" Quaxiver leapt up in glee at being correct, and gently floated down again. "Battlestations!"

"Huh. Audiences always want an encore."

I'm running on fumes, dammit!
This One quickly looks around and spots his helpers from earlier.
LADS! To me. Arm that weapon.