I'm just about to try and pull off an important negotiation in Starfield. After arriving in the Astral Lounge in the bustling city of Neon, I put my persuasive skills to the test to get security details from a bartender, hack into a computer to rig the door to the forthcoming meeting spot, and got a secret passphrase from Walter Stroud. All that remains now is to locate the seller holding a suitcase to set things in motion. The music thrums as I make my way through the club, searching for the fellow in question. Purple-hued lights fill the room with a fluorescent glow as I pass by dancers high on Aurora. Having successfully pulled off every step of this quest without a hitch, I feel oh so suave, and I'm more than ready to see this through to the end.
Suddenly, though, two familiar figures stop me in my tracks. No way. This can't actually be happening can it? I stare in disbelief for some time before I eventually inch closer just to make sure my eyes are not, in fact, deceiving me. There, standing on the dance floor, among the drug-fueled revelers are dear old mom and dad. You've got to be kidding me. Here I am, about to pull off a major deal in a nightclub, and my parents have decided this is the perfect place to visit on vacation? Well, you know what they say: it doesn't matter how old you get, how successful you are, or how far you travel through space, your parents can always bring you right back down to earth by embarrassing you during a cloak and dagger mission.
