It Won't Be Long - Season 2
Roger Glipglorp: “Good evening my guys, gals, and nonbinary pals - it’s time for Roger Glipglorp! I’m Roger Glipglorp, your host, here with a shattering piece of news coming out of the Pact Worlds. Secret experiments, unlivable conditions, and a fight to the death! We have received shocking footage of some of the behavior taking place on Varos, the fiery death moon and prison of the Brethedan people, and the dastardly efforts of a group of criminals, attempting to tear down the man and settle the score once and for all!”
On the screen, you see flashes of your journey on Varos from Skiv’s perspective, including your traversal across the moon, the ambush from Skiv, your battle with the Warden, and so on.
Roger Glipglorp: “While some of the footage has been corrupted during the transmission, it seems that Captain Ohm of the Jasper has been implicated in an elaborate scheme to create a powerful competitor for G.O.L.A.R.I.O.N. - an illegal death match of which only one team could be a winner. While he was killed after one of the teams - known to us as Mining Team 6 - escaped their imprisonment, the Pact Council is transferring the blame to Confluence, and demanding answers about the status of the other teams. Meanwhile, Mining Team 5 and 6 are at large, meaning at least eleven felony-grade criminals now roam the Pact Worlds, and continue to elude patrols from the Stewards. The peacekeepers are asking for any information about these individuals, and recommend avoiding confrontation with them at all costs.”
The footage changes to an image of your faces, then flashing to Mining Team 5’s and shows a number citizens of the Pact Worlds can call to report any information.
Roger Glipglorp: “In other news…”
There is a warble in the transmission, and for a moment, we step outside the realm of Mining Team 6, and go somewhere beyond… Back into the land where the horizon is full of stars, and a bonfire rests between six individuals, enraptured by the light. While mere mortals see simple flame, the Storytellers see something more - a promise of what is to come.
Our camera pans over the vibrant planet of Verces, zooming down through the planet’s static atmosphere, to a small workshop along the Ring of Nations - closer to Brightside, where solar panels store massive amounts of energy to power the humble-looking home. Inside, a middle-aged Halfling woman tinkers away on a large starship, repairing a damaged thruster. The TV is on in the background - Roger Glipglorp. She gives it an idle glance, and pauses, and then drops the wrench in her hand. She dashes up to the TV - and thus, our camera lens - rubbing soot off of her face, revealing a woman that is a spitting image of Graham Cracker, but decades younger.
Qwen: “Chad?”
We shift now to the monstrosity of Absalom Station, passing through a mosaic of windows into the Lorespire Complex - home to the Starfinder Society, and the office of First Seeker Luwazi Elsebo. Atticus McCallow bursts in, snatches a remote off of her desk - all while ignoring her protests - and shifts to the same channel. Lockette Endrinmaster the 2nd flashes up on screen, and the First Seeker’s mouth drops open.
Luwazi: “She’s free?”
Atticus: “I’ve already sent out a squad, we’ll have her back to Aballon in no time.”
But the Director of Stewards Ops is facing the TV, and thus he misses the First Seeker’s expression darkening - a hint of refusal. With a slow hand she types something into the keypad on her desk, her face blossoming into a small, triumphant smile.
Rolling back out the window, we cut to another planet, deep in the trenches of Maro on Akiton. A stocky, light-skinned raider is sitting at a restaurant, discussing something with his allies, when all discussion stops. Balio’s face is emblazoned on the screen, and everyone at the bar is looking. A small woman to the man’s right speaks up:
Altraeza Rider: “Dom?”
Dominic: “Suit up. That mother fucker’s all mine, now.”
There is a din of cheering as the gang gets up from their seats, and dashes towards their hideout at the other end of the streat. Dominic stays behind, staring at the TV a little longer.
Dominic: “I told you, Mist. Dead.”
The man drags a finger along his neck, sneering at the screen, and then jogs away to catch up with his crew.
We follow him for a moment, tilting towards the distant Sun - and then we are there, deep in the bowels of the Burning Archipelago, where a Lashunta woman - Shalema - sits at a downtown cafe, watching the billboards flash by with the latest news. As Tesin’s face passes across the screen her expression is pained, but it vanishes as quickly as it comes. A man in blue robes steps out from the crowd, idling just behind her.
Hood: “Know her?”
Shalema: “Yeah. That’s my daughter.”
Hood: “Looks like she could use some help.”
Shalema smiles, tossing a small credstick onto the counter, and gets up to leave.
Shalema: “Looks like she’s got all the help she needs. Let’s go.”
We leave the Sun now, and then zooming out, leave the Pact Worlds entirely. With a swirling pan, we find ourselves hovering over the mechanical fortress known as the Forge. With a flash, we arrive in the Upper Mantle, where two sides take part in a grueling fight for territory - Androids pushing back against their corporate overlords, in a land with no law to speak of. Sliding upward, we find a small military installation on the planet’s surface, where Corporal Taxus sits in a bloodstained concrete chamber, watching a video on his holo feed. Isra’s face shows up on screen, and the Vesk growls. In the shadow behind him, we see an elderly Android chained to the wall, beaten half to death and covered in surgical cuts. Cromwell.
Cromwell: “Ha ha! Yes! She’s coming, Taxus, she’s coming to kill you.”
The Vesk snarls, throwing his holo pad at the wall, and turns on Cromwell.
Corporal Taxus: “I welcome the challenge.”
And then the chamber goes dark once more, and Cromwell begins to scream...
On the screen, you see flashes of your journey on Varos from Skiv’s perspective, including your traversal across the moon, the ambush from Skiv, your battle with the Warden, and so on.
Roger Glipglorp: “While some of the footage has been corrupted during the transmission, it seems that Captain Ohm of the Jasper has been implicated in an elaborate scheme to create a powerful competitor for G.O.L.A.R.I.O.N. - an illegal death match of which only one team could be a winner. While he was killed after one of the teams - known to us as Mining Team 6 - escaped their imprisonment, the Pact Council is transferring the blame to Confluence, and demanding answers about the status of the other teams. Meanwhile, Mining Team 5 and 6 are at large, meaning at least eleven felony-grade criminals now roam the Pact Worlds, and continue to elude patrols from the Stewards. The peacekeepers are asking for any information about these individuals, and recommend avoiding confrontation with them at all costs.”
The footage changes to an image of your faces, then flashing to Mining Team 5’s and shows a number citizens of the Pact Worlds can call to report any information.
Roger Glipglorp: “In other news…”
There is a warble in the transmission, and for a moment, we step outside the realm of Mining Team 6, and go somewhere beyond… Back into the land where the horizon is full of stars, and a bonfire rests between six individuals, enraptured by the light. While mere mortals see simple flame, the Storytellers see something more - a promise of what is to come.
Our camera pans over the vibrant planet of Verces, zooming down through the planet’s static atmosphere, to a small workshop along the Ring of Nations - closer to Brightside, where solar panels store massive amounts of energy to power the humble-looking home. Inside, a middle-aged Halfling woman tinkers away on a large starship, repairing a damaged thruster. The TV is on in the background - Roger Glipglorp. She gives it an idle glance, and pauses, and then drops the wrench in her hand. She dashes up to the TV - and thus, our camera lens - rubbing soot off of her face, revealing a woman that is a spitting image of Graham Cracker, but decades younger.
Qwen: “Chad?”
We shift now to the monstrosity of Absalom Station, passing through a mosaic of windows into the Lorespire Complex - home to the Starfinder Society, and the office of First Seeker Luwazi Elsebo. Atticus McCallow bursts in, snatches a remote off of her desk - all while ignoring her protests - and shifts to the same channel. Lockette Endrinmaster the 2nd flashes up on screen, and the First Seeker’s mouth drops open.
Luwazi: “She’s free?”
Atticus: “I’ve already sent out a squad, we’ll have her back to Aballon in no time.”
But the Director of Stewards Ops is facing the TV, and thus he misses the First Seeker’s expression darkening - a hint of refusal. With a slow hand she types something into the keypad on her desk, her face blossoming into a small, triumphant smile.
Rolling back out the window, we cut to another planet, deep in the trenches of Maro on Akiton. A stocky, light-skinned raider is sitting at a restaurant, discussing something with his allies, when all discussion stops. Balio’s face is emblazoned on the screen, and everyone at the bar is looking. A small woman to the man’s right speaks up:
Altraeza Rider: “Dom?”
Dominic: “Suit up. That mother fucker’s all mine, now.”
There is a din of cheering as the gang gets up from their seats, and dashes towards their hideout at the other end of the streat. Dominic stays behind, staring at the TV a little longer.
Dominic: “I told you, Mist. Dead.”
The man drags a finger along his neck, sneering at the screen, and then jogs away to catch up with his crew.
We follow him for a moment, tilting towards the distant Sun - and then we are there, deep in the bowels of the Burning Archipelago, where a Lashunta woman - Shalema - sits at a downtown cafe, watching the billboards flash by with the latest news. As Tesin’s face passes across the screen her expression is pained, but it vanishes as quickly as it comes. A man in blue robes steps out from the crowd, idling just behind her.
Hood: “Know her?”
Shalema: “Yeah. That’s my daughter.”
Hood: “Looks like she could use some help.”
Shalema smiles, tossing a small credstick onto the counter, and gets up to leave.
Shalema: “Looks like she’s got all the help she needs. Let’s go.”
We leave the Sun now, and then zooming out, leave the Pact Worlds entirely. With a swirling pan, we find ourselves hovering over the mechanical fortress known as the Forge. With a flash, we arrive in the Upper Mantle, where two sides take part in a grueling fight for territory - Androids pushing back against their corporate overlords, in a land with no law to speak of. Sliding upward, we find a small military installation on the planet’s surface, where Corporal Taxus sits in a bloodstained concrete chamber, watching a video on his holo feed. Isra’s face shows up on screen, and the Vesk growls. In the shadow behind him, we see an elderly Android chained to the wall, beaten half to death and covered in surgical cuts. Cromwell.
Cromwell: “Ha ha! Yes! She’s coming, Taxus, she’s coming to kill you.”
The Vesk snarls, throwing his holo pad at the wall, and turns on Cromwell.
Corporal Taxus: “I welcome the challenge.”
And then the chamber goes dark once more, and Cromwell begins to scream...
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