<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ff/f2/13/fff213e638267735006aea4fcd811023--character-concept-concept-art.jpg)</div>The receptionist gave Tinalia a little disk. "Frethai Cavhlen" she said indicating herself. As she listened to the envoy speak, her face turned more serious. "Kreel is.. dead?" she pressed a button "Sorry to disturb you ma'am. But you need to hear this." A garbled sound came from the other side of a comm line and a wall in the back of the lobby slid open revealing a large office. Inside sits a lone figure about 7 feet away from everybody. A shirren.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Before anyone can say anything, a voice is heard inside everyone's head. "“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 none 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 bows their head momentarily, then looks up, their compound eyes glittering. “What puzzles me is the reason behind the attack.” Chiskisk taps 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.’ Good luck.”<br/><br/>The words just pour themselves into the party's heads, and even for those who are used to telepathy, this avalanche was a little disconcerting. The Shirren sits still at her desk, although her head is slightly tilted as if she's expecting a response.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/dd/23/be/dd23be04ab34c78e1fc1a1b2eb80c5ac.jpg)</div>