Knowing this would be the penultimate session of the game, the party decided to use their newfound wealth to dig into a mystery they’d wondered about from earlier in the campaign. Who sent the Robot Assassins that came after them in sessions 11 and 12? It actually didn’t take much digging to start putting the pieces together. They were even able to find their own bounty listing pretty easily. It was Space Donalds, a megafast food conglomerate whose space station the party had looted and scuttled back in session 3.
These guys are big. Like…”their corporate office is a whole solar system” level of big. Upon learning this the party sets upon the absolutely bizarre plan of defeating them by bringing the sun of their solar system to life. Then it turns out they’ve actually got a reasonable shot of making this work, because they’ve still got a stockpile of that goo which turned Dr. Sneed into a demigod in session 5.
To start their quest off, the party traveled back to the Ring world from Session 4 (because hot dang this is just a session full of callbacks). Per the resolution of that adventure, the place is now controlled by a group of Anthropologists from the University of Rhyshk, who are studying the way the adorable little civilization down there develops. The party learns that, due to their interference, they’ve drastically altered the course of development down there. The peoples who were exposed to Gown have set him up as a sort of deity. The older folks devoted themselves to religious artworks, but the younger generation is becoming ever more warlike with the intent of spreading the religion.
The party pretended to have no interested, and negotiated with the researchers to take some of the bioengineering equipment left behind by the original owner. The researchers weren’t using it, and so agreed to let the party dock with the outer surface of the ring and haul the stuff away in exchange for a modest fee.
Then, while leaving, the party did some fancy flying to sneak their way down to the planet. Gown presented himself to the tribe that worshiped him most fervently, and brought some of them with him on the ship as a sort of holy quest. He took 50/50 artists and warriors. The party then managed to sneak out again with some very fancy flying rolls, leaving the researchers non the wiser for the moment.
From there the party went to Port Rhyshk to spend 400,000 Darics on additional materials and equipment, then went off to some random bit of empty space far from the spacelanes to do their work.
Gown used his skills and his magic to create what he called a “Godseed.” A delivery mechanism which would be able to get a high quantity of the deifying goo into a star’s corona.
Magnus Robot Fighter used his magic to fill many of the ship’s empty fuel canisters with Tridium, in the hopes that a sun might take the offer of such an energy-rich material as a friendly gesture.
Zamorna (still in the body of T’let) spent the time working with the adorable creatures Gown had taken off of the ringworld, learning their language, getting them used to being around technology, teaching them how they would be expected to behave and work.
With their preparations complete, the party popped into the Space Donalds system. They claimed to be there for a tour, but security was alerted when the Godseed was launched. It was too late, though. By the time the security forces reached the Bosco, the sun was alive. The party sent a signal showing the sun where the tridium was floating, and watched as the sun’s gravity altered to draw that treat directly into itself–along with the security ship that had been coming to apprehend the party.
A bit of tinkering enabled the party to communicate directly with the sun via radio. Turns out sentient suns are kind of full of themselves? I mean, everything revolves around them for real, so it kinda makes sense, but still lame amirite?
The sun wanted to find others like it, to travel to the nearest sun and give it life the same way it was given life. It began moving off, moving at about 1/10th the speed of light. It’s entirely possible that the party of set the end of all the galaxy into motion, so that’s nice.
As the sun moved off, and everything in the Donalds system was thrown into a chaotic and destructive maelstrom, the image of the Space Donalds CEO–a giant cockroach person–appeared on the party’s view screen just long enough to shake its fist before the space station it was on was shorn to pieces.