Six passengers aboard the Okimoro dock into Absalom Station, the space-station capital of the Pact Worlds. Their trombone-toting android, Mark One Trombone Player, writes about their arrival. (-GM)
2nd Day of Rova, 317 AG
As I look around the crowded starship a few people stand out to me. There is one guy, Hector Hottie, who looks a little familiar combing his hair while using his phone as a mirror. Another, Chappy, is snapping his fingers, making little purple puffs of smoke. He is clearly a magic user. I notice a figure like me, cloak concealing his features. The primary difference between me and Chee Kee is the bulges in his cheeks and the big ears he has. I do not know much about other races but I think the term for people like him is Ysoki. I myself, for a little bit of background, am from The Burning Mother *religious crossing and mumbling*. Another person on the ship is a strange looking guy, XI, with all sorts of machine parts strapped to him like he had rolled through a scrap yard covered in superglue. Next to him is a similar looking creature but this one is obviously a machine. The last person on the ship is Nikolai, broad-shouldered, muscular looking, gray haired, ugly, and just plain stupid. He is one of those people where you could tell they were dumb just by looking at them. His nose is pressed up against the glass in a childish way and he has a big ol’ grin on his face.
We finally arrive at our destination, Dock 94 at Absalom Station. The doors to our ship open and the cold (but fresh) air blows in.
The idiot reaches into a Dora, the Explorer backpack (he must have found it in a dumpster and liked it) and pulls out a huge spiky stick. He places the weapon over his shoulder and walks off the ship. I look down and pat my trusty trombone case. I hoist the weapo… I mean trombone onto my shoulder and step out onto the loading dock. Hector Hottie is greeted by a bunch of fans and I have some distant memory of him being an Instagram star or something like that.
I notice a dwarf waving to us to come over. Some say he is with the Starfinder Society and are here to look for them. I have nothing better to do so I walk over to see what is up.
I had just gotten up to him when I hear a loud PEW and watch in horror as a laser bullet goes through the dwarf’s head.
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