>>5823682>>5823685>>5824004>ARCHONAL gives APPROACH CLEARANCEOn board the routine automated courier drone ship to Tyndareus Station, you discover a dishevelled and unkempt band of stowaways.
They are clad in primitive rags and coarse animal hides - you wonder if they are survivors or refugees from some feral planet, that reverted back to savagery during the dark age of the Crash
>>5817930>>5817933Many of these trembling and shuddering stowaways appear to be suffering from hypoxia and assorted sickness associated with the cramped deprivations of space travel.
Their leader steps forth amongst them and describes his plight:
- I am Morfran of the Gorsedd. Our homeworld was devastated by cataclysm, a terrible ecological catastrophe. It is no more. We ask merely for shelter, and we will move on if we are unwelcome. But some amongst us are suffering...
>Excellent, free space money first turn. Sell them to slavers (roll 1d100, gain ISD). Also, maybe confiscate that shiny courier delivery ship too...>Offer them medical assistance (donate Haemolymph. You have max 106 - how much to give?)>You don't trust this Morfran at all. There is a strange tattoo branded on one of his hands - it resembles some sort of branched comet or Star Tree. Perhaps they are fugitives or criminals... Turn this Morfran and his ragtag band of beggars away.>Ask Morfran more about this cataclysm on his homeworld. What was the cause of it?>Agree and let Morfran and his stowaways stay on your station>Agree and let them stay, but insist that they must work and earn their keep. But what sort of contribution can these primitive space outcasts provide? (QM: you can write in what sort of task you might employ them in...)>Something else? 