Hero Meets Zero

She did it. She summoned a familiar! However she couldn't help but feel disappointed. A commoner? And one she couldn't understand at that. From the tone of his skin he must've been Germainian, but that wasn't the language he spoke. As she looked him over though, the features were more Tristainian in the face. "Where are you from, commoner?"

Kamvex looked over the girl, eyeing the rest of her peers and the older man standing to the side. By size she looked to be eleven or twelve though the children around her indicated a possibility in the age of sixteen. 'She's cute I'll give her that,' he thought, eyes wandering. 'Though it sounds like she's trying to be domineering here. And what did she mean by commoner? She some big wig's daughter or something?'

He was about to answer and ask some questions himself before he was interrupted by some of the students on the side. "What do you think you're doing summoning a commoner of all things with the 'Summon Servant' spell?"

"Well what else did you expect from Zero Louise? I'm surprised it took that long just to get the explosion!" All the students on the side, save one or two, began to laugh uproariously. The girl standing before him twitched, in anger or something else he didn't know, but the wand in her hand was shaking from the grip she had on it.

"It was just a mistake!" She yelled out in frustration. Couldn't they see and admit she succeeded in summoning a familiar? Even if it was just a commoner and not something more grand, she had preformed the spell correctly! But her pride was on the line so she couldn't be satisfied with just this. "Mr Colbert, please let me try once more!"

The young captain looked over the group spotting the likely Mr Colbert, dressed like an old time wizard, staff and all. By Eloritu all he was missing was the beard and conical hat. Maybe so more wrinkles. Tired though of not understanding what was said, he brought his right hand up and made the motion of rubbing his chin, before a discreet motion to his ear and throat.

"Comprehend," he whispered. Hopefully no one noticed, he didn't want to be rude. But with it he was able to catch the tail end of what the apparent teacher was saying.

"-ental specialty is decided by the familiar that you summon," he had been explaining something it seems. To hazard a guess, it was why Louise couldn't try again? "It enables you to advance to the appropriate courses for that element. You cannot change the familiar once you have summoned it,"got it in one! "because the 'Springtime Familiar Summoning' is a sacred rite. Whether you like it or not, you have no choice but to take him."

"But I've never heard of a commoner being a familiar before!" The class began laughing again. The more he heard it, the more he disliked it. It was mocking, not unlike those in their tall towers back home.

So, he spoke up. "I, too, have some questions. What the hell have I gotten myself mixed up in?"

Louise turned in surprise. Hadn't he been speaking in gibberish not a few moments ago? Her professor then stepped closer. "Ahh, a man of intelligence," he smiled, as though acceping of the question. "You are in the Tristain's Magic Academy, summoned here by Miss Valliere to be her familiar. And, before you say anything, you are correct Miss Valliere, there has never been a human as a familiar before to my knowledge."

"I see," the teen boy crossed his arms and closed his eyes. 'Familiar, huh? Didn't the old world's wizards, witches and druids use familiars and animal companions?' He looked around the field at the various creatures. Many were more exotic than the old tales he heard as a boy, but different planet, different rules. "Very interesting. I might be able to help with that lost knowledge when I get back home."

*Home?* She thought *He can't go home! I just summoned him, he just got here! What did he mean 'back home'!?* It was becoming hard to breathe, her downcast eyes had a look of panic. Not that she'd let anyone see.

But he did. Violet eyes traced over the barely trembling form, and recognition formed, but he said nothing. First he needed answers. Then he'd look more into this. For now his attention locked back on the shaking head of Colbert.

"I'm sorry, but that's not possible, if you're asking us to send you back," the teacher said. "And... I'm afraid if you do leave, it will also mean Miss Valliere's expulsion. The Springtime Familiar Summoning is a sacred tradition for mages here. It is for that reason she cannot simply summon a new servant, nor can you leave without consequence for her."

An annoyed 'hmm' came to the back of his throat, eyes hardening. Just what kind of consequence was there for not having a familiar? From what he read there were plenty of wizards that didn't have a familiar. Sure some mages required one to cast their spells, but the way they were inferring to this was that they could already CAST the magic on their own. His mind mostly made up, his curiosity got the better of him. "So what happens if I decided to leave? What consequence other than expulsion would there be?"

A narrowing of eyes behind his spectacles made for quite a serious face. "At least, Miss Valliere would be taken home, most likely to be married off. At worst, her family could cast her out to the streets." Ah, well that cemented it. That and the ramrod stiff girl next to him.

"Well then, we can't have that can we?" He smiled toothily at her. She glanced at him in astonishment. He'd stay? Even though he had no reason he'd become her familiar? She gave a small smile in thanks. He decided he liked that smile.

"Would you get on with it Valliere!" A student cried. "Some of us would like to go to our next class!" She blushed of embarrassment, realizing her class was still there!

"Yes, quite right. Miss Valliere, please complete the ritual if you would."

"What! Oh fine," she said in resignation. She'd put up more of a fuss, but the longer this went on, the more she'd be teased. She turned to Kamvex to address him, "You! Come here and kneel down where I can reach you better."

A quirked eyebrow. A bit of overcompensation with the attitude wasn't it? "Hmph. I have a name you know," he turned and knelt with an overdramatic flourish, "Kamvex Zamfi, at your service, Miss..." He gestured for her to continue.

"Humph, you have best count yourself lucky," she noted coming close to him. "You could go your whole life without a noble doing this to you."

In the same motion she had done previously, she crossed her arm across her chest, wand firmly in hand, and brought it up as she chanted.

"My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Pentagon of the Five Elemental Powers; bless this humble being and make him my familiar."

She pressed the tip of her focus to his head once the incantation was over. Then her face began to draw closer to his. "Just stay still..." She muttered cutely, her left hand going to the side of his face.

'So that's how this is going to go, huh?' Intense pink eyes met with mischievous violet, as a smirk played on his lips. "Heh. Nah." His right came to caress her chin as he finished crossing the distance. It was chaste, but for both parties, willing. Her eyes closed at the contact, perhaps it was a moment too long before she broke it and stood back in shock.

In the crowd, the busty heiress of the Zerbst chuckled in interest. "My, my how bold your familiar is Louise. I simply must find where in Germania he's been hiding."

He laughed lightly at the statement. "Nowhere you could find Miss. By the way," he looked up Louise with mirth before standing, "you should count yourself lucky. You could go your whole life without a celebrity doing that to you. I have a few thousand fans back home at least who will cry when they hear someone stole my first kiss!"

She looked at him incredulously, did he really just throw her words back at her? How dare he! Before she could say anything though, Colbert made his way to the two. "You have failed 'Summon Servant' a few times today, but you have managed to succeed with 'Contract Servant' in one try." Colbert said happily.

She brushed her hair back with her hand and made a dismissive sound."It's just because he's only a commoner."

"If he was a powerful magical beast, she wouldn't have been able to make a contract." Some of the students laughed again. He was really starting to get sick of this, and he'd been here for all of fifteen minutes.

Louise scowled at them. "Don't make fun of me! Even I do things right once in a while!"

"Truly 'once in a while', Louise the Zero." Laughed a girl with gorgeous curly hair and freckles on her face.

"Mr. Colbert! Montmorency The Flood just insulted me!"

"Who are you calling 'The Flood'? I'm Montmorency the Fragrance!"

"I heard that you used to wet the bed like a flood, didn't you? 'The Flood' suits you better!"

"I guess I shouldn't have expected better manners from Louise the Zero." That name again? What was up with that. More questions for later.

"Watch it! Nobles ought to show each other the proper respect." The middle-aged wizard reminded. So they were all nobles? That was odd.

"So is something supposed to happen?" He questioned. "You said Louise did the spell right," and no soon had those words left his mouth than did the burning sensation start. It ran like the hottest plasma over his body before settling on the outside of his upper left arm.

He threw his coat off, and clenched his arm before he felt something else stirring, this time in his mind. *A geas?* He thought. It made sense, as they spoke of the spells Summon and Contract *SERVANT*. Were he less experienced, even by a month or two, he doubted he could throw the spell off, even now he'd have to accept something.

Either way, he was contracted to Louise, and he was fine with it. The coice was that of a mental scar, or a physical one. And that was an easy choice.

"Get OUT of my HEAD!" He roared to the surprise of the class. "I accept the contact. But I am no one's slave!" He breathed deeply and raggedly, right hand combing through his hair. "My will is my own, and nothing will take it from me."

He pulled down the top corner of his shirt, displaying the Familiar Runes inscribed there. He couldn't see them fully, but what he did seemed familiar, pardon the pun. The aged mage came to his side and looked them over, noting that they were unusual.

The pink haired Noble strode up to him. "What was that?" She demanded. "No other familiar has ever acted like that during an inscribing, certainly not enough to start howling in pain." Despite the haughty tone, she sounded concerned to him. Such a conflicting tone and personality, it was strange to say the least.

He considered his answer, before whispering so only they could hear. "Thank you for your concern, but I think I can answer you better later. If you don't mind," he smiled at her.

"Well then class," Colbert called after backing away, "everyone back to the school. As noted you do still have a class to get to." He turned on his heel and gently rose in the air, along with the rest of the class.

That... Is not the easiest spell to cast. And yet there were at least a dozen sixteen year olds doing so like it was nothing. Sure for the most part it was trivial where he was from NOW, but a place like this? Not a single bit of technology and they're flying like it means nothing!

The spellcasters of Old Golarion would have been red in jealousy and rage seeing this. During his gawking though, it looked like his master's classmates had taunted her again. It didn't surprise him at this point that she couldn't fly.

She took a deep breath and turned to face him. "Alright then, just who are you?"

He blinked owlishly and picked up his coat. "I thought we already established this. Though, I have a question or two." He pointed at the now far off students, "is that normal? The older gentleman I can understand, but the kids my age are a different story."

Now it was her turn to be stunned. Most full grown men were shorter than her familiar, and he's saying that he's her age? "What do you mean, 'is that normal?' of course it is. What backwoods place were you brought up in? And what was that, trying to pass off as sixteen? You're nearly as tall as my father."

"Well it's true," he replied. "Was born just after the new century an-"

"It's only two years past the new millennium!" She interrupted. "Who are you trying to fool?"

He simply stared at her before it clicked again. "Right, different planet, different system. Need to check a few things.." he started mumbling.

"Hey, who do you think you are, ignoring your Master?" She challenged. "I asked where you were from."

He stopped and chuckled nervously. "Well, you probably won't believe me, at least right away, but I'm not from this world."

"Huh?" Came the annoyed reply. "Really? Another world?"

"Well I mean," he pointed at his headband, "if the helmet and skin suit didn't do it for you, I've got more proof." They began to walk back now. No use just standing in an empty field. "Now that I think about it, I'm technically not from a 'world' at all per se. And even then-" he was rambling again.

"Ugh, be silent until you want to give clear answers," She sighed. "Why did I have to wind up with a commoner for a familiar?"

"That's another thing," he switched mid ramble. "Commoner and Noble, you all keep saying those words. Is that how things work here, an aristocracy? And what constitutes one from the other?"

A heavy sigh. "It seems you're really not from here," the pinkette relented. "Yes that is exactly how thing work here. It's how it's always worked in Tristain at least, " she lectured. "As for what makes someone a Noble or Commoner, it is usually shown by magic. Though some nobles can be... Cast out," now she was out of steam for her impromptu lesson.

*She must've come close before summoning me* he thought. "You must be proud of your heritage. Where does your family fall?"

It brought a smile to her face, "I am the third daughter of the Duke and Duchess de la Valliere, my mother being the most powerful wind mage in Tristain's history. My father is an excellent strategist and diplomat for the crown as well."

He was impressed, and gave a whistle to show it. "The Duke, huh? That's quite an honor." He put a hand to his chin in thought. "If I remember my titles correctly, that puts your family just below the Royal Family, right?"

She looked at him in surprise, he claimed not to be from here, but knew the titles that well? "Are you sure you are not from here?"

"Haha! Language gets around, and titles are about the same when you look at them," he explained. "In fact, your titles are the same as the Old World my family comes from. If I recall correctly, an ancestor of mine was a Marquee at one point."

"What?" Stunned, that's what she was. "You're from a noble house?" Oh no, what kind of trouble was she in now!

"Relax," he calmed, "that was probably over a millennia ago. The society I'm from is based on merit and what you do for the most part. There's some old royalty, but it's not based on magic."

She was confused now. A title that meant nothing to his family anymore? Aristocracy based on something other than the Founder's gift? "How would one know if they were a noble without magic then?"

"Bloodlines, family trees and the like. Going by magic would be pointless since anyone could learn it."

She stopped. Anyone, learn magic? "Preposterous." It was birthright. "To preform magic you must be born as a decendant of Holy Founder Brimir! You can't just study formulae and start casting spells!"

He blinked at her, stunned. This world was using four different principles of magic in one? Oh dear, this was interesting. "Curiouser and curiouser. Let's work on that another day shall we?"

She tsked annoyedly, "fine. You still haven't told me where you're from by the way."

He smiled as the walls of the school came into view. "You sure? It's quite a tale you plucked me from."

"Hmph. Humor me Familiar."

And so with a shake of his head, he told her where he came from. A place known as Absalom Station, a sprawling space station in the orbit of the lost planet Golarion. He was born in 301 AG, and had grown up in a middle class family with his mother, father and 4 younger siblings. He was actually Kamvex XXVII, the first having been a Bard and hero centuries ago.

He walked all around the Station, from the crisp high society to the lower slums, learning all he could in hopes of becoming and adventurer like his parents and namesake. He always got into and out of trouble with his mouth, and when getting out proved difficult, he could always run. That got him set in the sights of the Starfinder Society, a organization dedicated to finding the mysteries of the universe.

And just after he turned sixteen, he got his chance. Since then he commandeered his own ship, a lost explorer ship known as the Sunrise Maiden, and had been flying about the Galaxy for the last year and a half, looking into the superweapon known as the Stellar Degenerator.

"Stellar... Degenerator...?" It was a ludicrous story, what he was saying. Finally, having been back in her room for almost a half hour, she decided to question more. Already he'd shown her his 'Datapad' thing as proof of where he came from, but this was insane. "What could this weapon, forgotten by time, even do to warrant such a trip?"

He looked up at her, having taken a seat on the floor and going through his backpack. First thing drawn out was a water bottle, as all that talking made a man thirsty. After a quick swig, he sighed in content. "I'll admit that I've omitted quite a bit of my story," he explained, "but there were two dangerous groups that wanted the weapon to be used on The Pact Worlds as a start. It was nine of us against fleets of these two groups."

"The first we encountered and later defeated, was the Cult of the Devourer. Their reason for wanting it was quite simple: they wanted to end everything."

"Everything?"

"Every. Single. Thing." He emphasized. "In all of existence. Their dark God the Devourer is nothing but destruction. And so they wish to see what lies at the end of all that destruction. Fortunately the cells of the cult go dark after a couple of decades. No actual structure to them, so they just destroy until they're stopped. At which points a new cell will rise up somewhere in the universe and begin to cycle all over again."

She scoffed. "Of course worshippers of a heathen god would never work. Brimir would see them brought to their end."

Ah, a woman of unshakable faith. "Well, needless to say, where I'm from, I have never heard of Brimir, though you have never heard of my gods." He raised a hand before she could start, "I will learn while here, but you will respect my beliefs as I will yours, and I'm sure we'll have a discussion some other time. But for now, yes, The Devourer is a god, and yes you heard right and we have a polytheistic pantheon."

How dare he silence her and speak of, of false gods! Well, at least he said he'd be willing to learn. With a tense nod, she motioned him to continue.

He too nodded in thanks, "anyway, the tougher and more put together enemy was a splinter group of the planet Eox's armed forces, the Corpse Fleet. And they're called this for a good reason, as Eox is a planet of the Undead."

A planet, full of undead monstrosities? It sent chills through Louise's frame. "How did that happen?"

"Magic, technology and war," the young captain replied. "Thousands of years ago they fired their own magic superweapon at two planets they were at war with. They got the desired results of destroying them, and turned the remains into a belt of asteroids. But it also burned up the atmosphere of the planet, and the mages there used necromancy to survive, some even to this day."

She was taken aback. If something like this was capable of doing that, then what was the weapon her familiar was sent to destroy capable of?

He saw the question plain as day on her face. "The Stellar Degenerator, since you had asked, could give the Corpse Fleet a universe they could rule completely." He looked out the window at the setting sun. "This planet, and from the time past, I'd say your days are similar to mine, so I'd estimate your sun somewhere between 140-150,000,000km away. It heats your world, provides the energy it needs. Without it, this world, and any other in your system with life, would die."

She understood what he was saying. If that thing came here... They'd never know. Maybe a streak of light would be all she'd see before everything went dark... Forever. "Did you do it?" She questioned.

"That we did. I made sure my crew got away first, then I took control of the flagship we infiltrated and flew it headlong into the thing. And that should've honestly been the end of the story." He smiled at her. "But someone called to me, and gave me an avenue of escape."

"You saved me Miss Louise. And for that, I cannot thank you enough." Finally he stood, and bowed deeply toward her. "Never forget how much power you have, for you broke laws of time and space to bring me here, and so I will stop at nothing to help you."

She blushed at the compliment, at the praising of her unseen power. Never before had she been praised for her magic, never been thanked for it. Honestly, she didn't know how to feel. "R-raise your head, fami- ahem... Kamvex."

A smirk, "as you wish Louise." An awkward, but calming silence washed over them. The sun had finally set, and now the night began. The pinkette started originally for her dresser before she was stopped. "If I may, Louise, can we head outside for a bit?"

She turned her head questioningly. All he gave her was a coy smile. Oooh something told her she was going to love and hate this look. She then immediately pushed the thought down. How dare he be handsome enough to make that look work. "F-fine! But only for a bit!" With that she strode out.

He blinked in surprise at the aggressive nature of her answer. Well hopefully what he was going to check would wow her a bit, so he took off down the stairs with her.

There were a few classmates they past that paid attention to them on their way down, but only to whisper and gossip it seemed, at least till they got down a few flights.

"-ow, I've been told I'm very good at baking souffles," spoke an earnest young girl. Around her neck was a brown cloak, and around her waist was the arm of a black cloaked blonde with a more frilly open shirt.

"Well then," he started, his voice that of practiced suave, "I would most certainly like to try one sometime."

"Oh Lord Guiche, do you truly mean it?"

"Of course dear Katie. My eyes would never lie to you."

"Either get a room, or get better lines, cause I can smell the cheese from halfway up the stairs," the bronzed Familiar states coming from the stairwell, his mistress not three paces away.

"Huh, the Commoner Familiar? Louise, haven't you taught this peasant manners yet?"

"Quiet Gramonte, your flirting is almost as annoying as Zerbst's constant stream of lovers."

He stood there stunned, "How- how haughty you must feel, Valliere, after your first and only success." He turned and shrugged. "Though remember this attitude tomorrow whe-"

"Um, Lord Guiche," Katie spoke up, "they've already left."

He turned and it was true, he could see the barest hints of the Zero's cloak slip down another hallway. *How dare they ignore me when I am speaking!* He thought as he chased after them.

Further down the corridor near the exit outside was Kirche von Zerbst and her date for the night. Though seeing her rival and familiar, she bid her date an early goodnight. He wasn't making things nearly interesting enough. "Yoo-hoo, Louise!"

She stopped a moment before Kamvex ushered her forward. She scoffed at the Germainian cow. "What do you want Zerbst?"

"Oh nothing much," she said keeping pace, "I just saw the two of you and had to come say hello." She sized up the male of the duo, and had he been a noble she'd have snatched him away from the petite Valliere in seconds. "So taking your new familiar for a walk before bed are you?"

"If you must know, I asked Miss Louise if we could come out,"he said evenly. "Should the sky be well enough, I have something I'd like to check. If you'll excuse us." With that he walked past her like it was nothing.

And for him, it was. He'd seen skimpier clothing on women before, so flaunting her body like that was doing nothing special. For Kirche though, it was different. She saw his single glance up and down her body. She knew he appreciated the view, but unlike every other man, he walked away. And it stirred something in her fiercely. She didn't even realize when she started following Guiche after them.

Louise's eye twitched. She too saw the appreciative glance her familiar gave her rival, and she didn't like it one bit. "Did you enjoy the view you.. you dog?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that the girl you compared Mr Fop to? I did notice another guy leaving the other way."

"Yes," she answered, annoyed she now had to talk about her rival. "Kirche von Zerbst and her whole family are on the opposite side of the border to Germania as the de la Valliere's. We have been, and are destined to be rivals throughout our time here." She closed one eye and glanced at him, "you didn't answer my question."

"Ahh I see," he replied. "I appreciated the view yes, but honestly, I'm not attracted to the type that loves flaunting their looks. I've seen her twice today, and can safely say that while physically she could get me and probably whomever elses she pulls into bed going, I'm more attracted to personality."

That was rather... Blunt of him, but thinking on it, she realized had he stammered though something, her temper would have likely gone off. "Well, j-just don't make such a display a habit!"

He shook his head as he stared at her from behind, going over her face in the night's light. There was an etherealness to her face, her eyes sparkled like diamond. He shook his head again as they made it to the middle of a courtyard.

"So," she started, turning to face her servant, "what is it you wanted to see? It's just the sky."

He strode forward, catching every detail of the night skyline. The two moons and every star. He reached into a pouch on his belt and withdrew a small turquoise box, with royal blue accents showing the intricate design. Atop the box was what looked like a brass compass rose with a glowing blue stone in it.

He moved his coat slightly, and removed a pin of the same symbol. "This, is the symbol of the Starfinder Society," he began. "And this," motioning to the box, "is a Wayfinder. In the past, the Pathfinder Society would give one of these to each new member to join. Now-a-days however, the Wayfinder is given only to the captain of a ship. It's like a badge of office for Captains."

Now she was confused, as was their audience, though neither Kirche nor Guiche interrupted. Louise paid them no mind, and asked, "what do they have to do with anything?"

The captain grinned. "This contains a piece of the Starstone, the great magic rock that holds and powers Absalom Station. It's also a beacon to the entire universe, that we are no more than a week away if you know how to get there." He opened it, and sitting inside, was a clear floating spindle jewel. He fit the pin over the jewel and it began to shine. "Now, let me show you," he closed the lid and the symbol began to shine.

"What?"

"The Vast. The void of space," he set the box down gently, "Everything." And quick as a flash, a beam of light shot out of the stone, hurtling into the night. Louise's eyes shined as she watched the light fly into the northern sky.

Then, an orange glow sprung from the box. In one corner was a glowing red dot, and a blue light seemed to stretch from it. She stared in wonder at the orb as it grew smaller, and the light traveled further, and it clicked. "This," she pointed in amazement, "is us, isn't it?"

He nodded. "Yep. And that light will keep traveling, tracking what it passes till it relays with the Starstone." He watched the light fly, "but damn that's a long way away. Further than anyone else seemed to get."

The two newcomers were stunned by this light show. A map to the familiar's home, how insane, and yet, here they were watching the light go by. Soon the picture shifted slightly and seemed to get even smaller.

"Wow, up to a galactic level and still nothing recognizable." The light kept moving till shapes began to form, one by one, until the entire opposite corner was lit, before it zoomed in on a collection of worlds.

In the middle was a star, The Pact Worlds Sun, it read. In the middle of the collection of worlds, was a belt of asteroids labeled, The Diaspora. The rings around the sun had ten planets : Aballon, Castrovel, Akiton, Verces, Eox, Triaxus, Liavara, Bretheda, Apostae, and Aucturn. The light past by what looked like a ruined ship, and labeled it Idari.

Finally it hit the third ring and lit up the stone, the label read [Absalom Station: 90322 Light-years]

She was amazed. This was the distance she summoned him from? She couldn't believe it! Then something popped up back at the beginning, next to her world.

[Akashic Record Found...]
[Planet Name: Anveiria]

The lights shut off, leaving only the stars and moons. She was startled by the abrupt end, but her eyes quickly refocused, turning to Kamvex as he picked up the case and retrieved his pin. "So that was it? That was the universe on display?"

He chuckled tiredly, "nah Mistress, just the Galaxy. The universe is a bit too big." He sighed and replaced the pin upon his shirt. "I actually almost thought it'd be too far away, but it's only the other side of the galaxy."

"So..." Kirche voiced, what was all of that? That map and everything."

Ah yes, the Succubus and the Fop. "That, was the approximate distance that Louise summoned me from."

"What was that number then, the Light-years, it said?" Asked the younger man.

"That'd be the distance traveled for me to get back home in a straight line." The space captain explained. "As a reference for the three of you, your sun is a fraction of a fraction away in comparison. Do remember that next time you torment her."

With that he ushered his master back inside. It was late, and they both needed sleep. It was finally the end of a horrible, wonderful, long day.

AN: Hi. So I'm back it seems real quick like. I hope I can keep this up. Not this quick but I do have a skeleton for this whole story at least up until the army of 70000.

Anyway I do hope that you all like this story so far, with the setup now almost complete. We still have a little bit to go but next time should be a little more personality driven rather than half of it being a rehash of something that needed to happen. of course being a work of fanfiction you can't help but have some of that most of the time but we'll get through it. Though I do have a question for you: should I give small Captain's Logs to further flush out Kamvex's background? Let me know if you're interested.

Also, for those that know what Starfinder and some of this stuff is, I am 100% taking some liberties on the tech and lore, but it's all for story sake. Catch you all later!