Even as they reached the Starfinder Society's building at Lorespire, Trey felt butterflies in his stomach. She had kissed him in such a wonderful, sweet and erotic way. He was happy that his dock had shrunk from it's previous average size to what it was no. Even with the second skin armor containing everything, he would have sprouted a boner that would be hard to disguise in the skimpy clothes he wore.
The receptionist was shocked to hear the retelling of the events at the docking bay where Krell had met his too early demise. After a few minutes wait and a few calls, they were secorted to a cluttered but clean office deep within the complex.
In the office they were greeted by an insectoid humanoid, sitting behind a plastic desk. Neither Alice nor Trey were familiar with the species, but they had both seen several of this particular kind on their walk towards the Lorespire. They wore understated business clothes and was flexing their antennae from side to side. "Welcome. Please have some refreshments." They pointed at the two chairs opposite themself on the other side of the table. On the table were bottles of filtered water and wafers of indistinguishable edible material. The insectoid's voice was slow and hard to understand and it was a relief, though a bit of a surprise, when they shifted to telepathic communication, talking directly into the minds of Alice and Trey.
"I'm Chiskisk. I'm very sorry to hear about the fate of dear friend Kreel." They paused for a few moments, with their antennae swinging from side to side. "I am sorry that I cannot welcome you to Absalom Station under better circumstances. I assure you that such attacks are not a daily occurrence, though I realize that is likely small comfort to you. I am pleased that nither of you were seriously hurt, but I grieve for Duravor's death. He was a valued member of the Society, and a friend. May the Lady of Graves be kind in her judgment of his soul." The shirren bowed their head momentarily, then looked up, their compound eyes glittering."What puzzles me is the reason behind the attack." Chiskisk tapped a few commands into their computer. "According to the incident report just released by station security, two gangs were involved in the attack: the
Downside Kings and the
Level 21 Crew. Gang wars are not uncommon on the station, but they usually confine themselves to the more lawless sectors like the
Puddles. It is rare for street gangs to battle openly in public areas like the docks. I cannot help but wonder whether all is as it seems. There must be a reason why those two gangs were at Docking Bay 94 at that time—the time of your arrival, coincidentally. But was it coincidence? Were you and Duravor just innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire, or might you and he have been specifically targeted? And if so, why?"
"My understanding is that you are interested in becoming Starfinders, and since you were witnesses to the attack, I would like to ask you to investigate the incident on behalf of the Society. Find out exactly what happened and why. It may simply be a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time—I have no doubt station security will rule it so—but if Duravor was murdered, I would like to find justice for my friend. At the same time, this will give you the opportunity to demonstrate your own skills and abilities and show the Society that you are worthy of the title 'Starfinder.'" They looked at their guests.