Chapter 1 - A Murder in the Disco

As the Starfinders open the door to the nightclub, they are greeted by a haunting
scene. The room is enveloped in an unsettling silence, broken only by the
distorted remnants of the club music that permeates the air. The once energetic
beats now echo with a dissonant and eerie quality, the melodies warped and
degraded by years of neglect. Dim and flickering lights cast ghostly shadows on
the deserted dance floor. The holographic projections, once vibrant and
captivating, now glitch and flicker, displaying fragmented images that dance with
an unsettling cadence. The remnants of abandoned revelry lie scattered about,
frozen in time like echoes of a forgotten celebration.

In the center of the dance floor, a lifeless figure remains under the feeble
spotlight, a tragic centerpiece in this surreal tableau. The absence of other
partygoers heightens the sense of isolation and mystery. It becomes clear that
the Starfinders are the only living beings within Squengi's, caught in a haunting
and unyielding presence.

The discordant music echoes through the desolate nightclub, a spectral chorus of
distorted melodies that hangs heavy in the air. It adds to the eerie atmosphere, a
constant reminder of the fading echoes of past enjoyment, now tainted by
tragedy.

IF THE PARTY APPROACHES THE CORPSE

As the Starfinders cautiously approach the motionless figure on the dance floor, a
chilling realization dawns upon them. The body, already bearing the wounds of a
violent demise, begins to convulse with a sickening jolt. The torn flesh splits open
further, revealing a gruesome sight within.

With a mechanical whir and a visceral squelch, the metallic tendrils and wires of
the Anacite Wing-Bot writhe and slither through the host's mangled remains. They
pierce through decaying flesh, seeking anchorage in sinew and bone. Blood and
fluids mix with the oozing lubricants of the Wing-Bot's inner mechanisms,
creating a repugnant concoction that stains the floor beneath.

The Wing-Bot emerges, its wings unfurling with a sickening snap. The grotesque
fusion of organic matter and cold machinery comes into full view. Tattered
shreds of flesh cling to exposed wires, entrapping the mechanical components
within the grisly exoskeleton. Pulsating tubes of veins intermingle with metallic
conduits, pumping a vile mixture of synthetic and organic fluids.

The red glow of the Wing-Bot's artificial eyes pierces through the shadows,
glinting with a malevolent intelligence. Its movements are a macabre dance, a
grotesque display of twisted grace as it hovers above the ground. The revolting
sight elicits both fascination and repulsion, as if witnessing the unholy union of
life and death.

From the Wing-Bot's distorted vocal emitters, disjointed and distorted electronic
signals emerge, creating a discordant symphony of mechanical shrieks and
remnants of the host's dying gasps. The cacophony adds to the terror of the
moment, a haunting reminder of the horrific grafting process and the brutal
violation of both man and machine.

The Anacite Wing-Bot now stands as a nightmarish amalgamation, its abhorrent

appearance serving as a chilling testament to the twisted power of the hive-mind
it represents.

The lifeless body on the nightclub's dance floor belongs to none other than
Salvatore "Slick" Marconi, a notorious enforcer of the Aspis Consortium. Slick
was sent to collect the debt owed by Captain Thornfield but met an untimely
demise during a violent confrontation.

The debt collector, aware of the captain's financial struggles, saw an opportunity
to make an example of Thornfield by hiring Slick to exert pressure and retrieve the
owed funds. However, in a desperate bid to escape his debts and protect
Squengi's, Captain Thornfield fought back, resulting in a deadly clash within the
confines of the nightclub.

The murder scene serves as a grim reminder of the consequences faced by those
entangled in the debts owed to the Aspis Consortium. It also hints at the depths
of desperation and determination within Captain Thornfield, who was willing to go
to great lengths to preserve his passion project and resist the influence of the
criminal organization. Blood spatter patterns, erratic and wide-ranging, indicate a
fierce struggle. Thornfield's emotional and physical battle is evident in the chaotic
arrangement of the scene. Broken furniture, shattered glass, and overturned
objects bear witness to the desperate nature of the confrontation.

As the Starfinders uncover the clues surrounding the murder, they become
entangled in a web of intrigue and danger, discovering the secrets behind
Thornfield's debts, the true nature of Squengi's, and the motives of the Aspis
Consortium. Unraveling the mystery surrounding the murder becomes a key
element in their quest to protect themselves and the legacy of Squengi's from the
clutches of the criminal underworld.

• Popcorn Popper Hat: A hat with a built-in popcorn popper. Simply pull a lever,
and the hat starts popping fresh popcorn that cascades down onto the wearer's
head. The popcorn popper hats can be found tucked away in the nightclub for
movie nights, ready to shower popcorn on eager heads.