I can’t wait to see the appears on their goofy little faces.
As my crimson and white interstellar sleigh streaks throughout the starry sky in the direction of Jemison, I stare out on the practice of alien reindeer – headed up by an Aceles with a crimson nostril – stretching out in entrance of my modded ship’s cockpit. My face is roofed in bushy white hair and my portly kind is draped in a crimson costume, as a result of Starfield has surprisingly few non-piratey crimson outfits.
I’ve received a cargo maintain chock filled with presents and I’m able to unfold some festive cheer among the many inhabitants of The Settled Methods. By God do they want it.
Getting so far hasn’t been simple. First, I needed to blow a whole lot of my ditzy house bandit’s hard-earned credit on two issues. The form of cosmetic surgery required to show a grizzled dogfighting and dungeon crawling veteran right into a pudgy, playful-looking previous geezer and the creation of a suitably merry supertanker with sufficient cargo house to hold all the loot required to provide each resident of every metropolis a present they might cherish.
With these completed – the latter because of a little bit of assist from DerekM17X’s ‘Derretech’ mod – I used to be able to start section two of Operation Festive Spaceprise. Figuring out I wanted a military of elves to assist me accomplish the daunting duties forward, I made a decision to attempt cloning the Adoring Fan as many occasions as I might get away with, giving the unique a gaggle of underlings to command from his new place of Elf-in-Chief. Sadly, I discovered that every clone I summoned refused to perform like a typical follower. As an alternative, they behaved a bit like cats, perching atop the furnishings of my ship’s cargo maintain in bizarre poses and refusing to speak to me irrespective of how a lot consideration I gave them.
So, plan B moved into power. The sport’s very un-rowdy band of vanilla followers must be pressed into service. I selected the out there members of Constellation to be the Fan’s lieutenants, and set off to discover a appropriate place to assemble the outpost that will function my north pole among the many nebulae – my lunar Lapland. Having ensured I had the suitable perks to construct a liveable residence-come-sweatshop on the icy floor of Bardeen VI – within the far-flung Bardeen system – and introduced sufficient sources, I set to work.
After I was completed, I’d erected a white base on my chosen ridge, accompanied by a watchtower and ringed by machines to mine copper and water – the planet’s sole two native sources. Since photo voltaic and wind energy weren’t choices because of the world’s excessive enivroment, the joice for my mining and maufacturing tools needed to be supplied by plenty of helium-3 turbines, every of which emitted a festive hum that drifted throughout the the planet’s frigid and desolate floor. Inside the principle advanced, I positioned a litany of workbenches and bedding, accompnying these areas with a break room filled with sofas, espresso machines and different amenties to assist hold my defintely not slave labour completely happy.
Quickly, we had been up and operating, step by step amassing a treasure trove of weapon and spacesuit mods, meals and medicines, and a wholesome inventory of uncooked minerals. These would function our presents to the joyless and beaten-down cosmic populace. I made the chief resolution to enhance this horde by raiding the close by pirate and spacer gangs, looting their gear, and attaching the precious modifications we’d made to every rife, helmet, and all the pieces in between. I used to be redistributing the goodies from the children on the naughty listing, to these on the good listing, like a barely fascist Robin Hood.
As soon as we’d constructed up a plentiful provide of toys, I stuffed as a lot as I might into the maintain of my sleigh and took off for New Atlantis, my first vacation spot, bringing alongside my prime assitants as crew to assist distribute the prezzies. I don’t know what the individuals of the United Colonies capital thought as they watched our weird craft contact down within the spaceport. I solely hope it was merry. As quickly as we’d arrived, I set about my deliveries. Since there have been no chimneys to come back down (regular, you), my unique plan was to dispense the reward I although suited every NPC from my bulging stock into theirs through a tried-and-tested Bethesda recreation staple – the sneaky reverse pickpocket.
Sadly, I’d forgotten that this function is among the issues that doesn’t appear to have fairly made it into Starfield, so I’d have to resort to different means. Given none of my topics would settle for a present by way of dialogue, I resolved to observe them again to their place of residence or work station, and easily drop the reward off there. This was simpler in some instances than others, with high-ranking army personnel for instance proving tough to cater to. Nonetheless, I persevered, ensuring to promote some presents to shopkeepers and deposit some in piles in locations across the metropolis the place people may congregate.
After I was completed with New Atlantis, I headed again to Bardeen to restock, then went on current distribution runs to the likes of Akila Metropolis, Cydonia, and Neon, earlier than stopping for a little bit of R and R within the latter’s Astral Lounge. It was right here, surrounded by a sea of our bodies awkwardly swaying to the pounding techno, that I took a second to bask within the glory of a job effectively completed.
I don’t know if the individuals of Starfield appreciated my presents. Their faces remained stoic, unchanging, unmoving. Then once more, I believed as I piloted by sleigh again to the galaxy’s frigid fringes, it doesn’t actually matter. The sport’s universe was already filled with junk earlier than I began my little quest, junk which different individuals had most likely had loads of enjoyable distributing.
Perhaps it’s that pleasure, the nice and cozy feeling you get from realizing that you just’ve performed a component in serving to make one thing good occur, that basically issues.
Perhaps that’s the true that means of Christmas, I believed – as my wildly impractical craft exploded into 1,000,000 items amid a barrage of Home Varuun laser hearth.