Port Newton, Northern Ridge, Askarian | 233d/3008AD | Von Hapsburg System
Askarian Shores
Snow (Low visibility. Actions toward distant objects incur a small penalty based on distance)
Freezing Wind (-1 to all actions when exposed)
"This is a mind controlling android who is wanted by the authorities for several murders. And guess what, the police don't really mind how this fucker feels if ge plans on killing more people."
Try to tie Orion down with something and investigate the switch on his head. Also, check whether is he still alive.
"Didn't seem like that bad a guy until you showed up..." says the fisherman.
One of his crew points out, "Okay then, get his body off the ship or else inspections are gonna go rough."
"I'm not totally convinced, but given that the boy
did manipulate me to fight this stranger... I will let it slide. Toss the body into the ocean."
You head down to the next level. The massive, exposed gears in this room are turning slowly, and you almost trip over an axle! Having dodged an unfortunate accident, you locate Orion's body and flip the switch repeatedly.
Nothing happens.
You stick the body in a bag. It doesn't seem like an android, to be totally honest, and if it were he would have to be made of very light materials. His skull is the only part that happens to be extremely hard.
The ship sways a bit in the waves.
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Habitat Ship Gamma, Askarian Orbit | 233d/3008AD | Von Hapsburg System
Urban Station
City Manners (-1 Diplomacy during first impressions)
Is one of the landing positions close by? If so, then head there. If multiple are, the closest OR the one that exploded are preferable.
They are in fact on the petal opposite the ship. The ship is subdivided into five large, petal-like structure such that it opens up while thrusting. This is used to maintain standard gravity, although during periods of thrust the gravity does become noticeably higher near the front of the ship where all the petals are spread out from each other.
You head up to the crash site using the Guild's official shuttle taxi, designed to get around the inconvenience of separating the ship into five divisions.
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Crash Site
Confusion (-1 to your first initiative roll)
The site is not pretty. The second shuttle landed, but currently hasn't let its passengers descend. The first shuttle, the one that exploded, is strewn about its landing site, having undergone explosive decompression of some sort. There is a patch of red goo in front of you, although you care not to step on it.
Law enforcement and Guild associates alike are investigating the area, weapons prepared. Medical personnel look for injured beings among the debris.
You tune in to the radio channel currently used by the one dropship that is still together. It seems that, as usual, people are trying to shift the blame onto each other. Humanity, why!
There are three major voices present.
A law enforcement officer of some sort
A guild official, probably a tactician
An alien, speaking from the landed dropship
"Much oxygen do you breath!?" The alien's patterns of speech are confusing to you, and the broken English does not help.
"As much as any other oxygen-breathing race. Yours is an outlier."
"No warnings!"
"Well, the standard atmosphere for starships is 75 kPa, with about a third oxygen. It's so well-known that even the races that don't breath much oxygen tend to run it on their ships for the sake of human passengers. Look at Chlorans, for example."
"Its standard for you. Look at what you've done. Ignorance!"
"I really don't think this discussion is getting anywhere."
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Hilbert Station, George Orbit | 235d/3008AD | Von Hapsburg System
Lawful Station
Quiet (+1 Intellect, -1 Stealth)
Some of the freelancers immediately respond through laughter. Good for them, if they enjoy themselves and you finish your objective that is fine.
[1/5] The woman with the lens on her eye, on the other hand, makes sure to remind everyone that they are not to associate with you in any way.
"Okay look you red-haired brat, stay away from us after we get off the elevator or I'll deal with you myself. You're not screwing up our plans."The elevator arrives at the center of the station. Now in free fall, its passengers float out. You, on the other hand, leap out right away so that you can get to the Excelsior. However, while you stay put and right yourself so you can look at the signs (you flipped upside down as you launched yourself out the elevator), you notice the party of freelancers heading to Pier 31. The billboard reads: Pier 31 -- Excelsior -- 13 min.