Seeing Zigvigix slip over, and moving around: "Seems like you can move now, huh?".
The android is still trying to figure out why the Faction Leader said he could not leave the bench and get in line... "Just plain lazy" it thinks.
Beta raises an eyebrow, and tries to read the alien's demeanor.
Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15
Is this Faction Leader in love with the other one? What its mating habits?
"Affirmative, sir, purchase accomplished".
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"Well-fought my friends! As you can see, dear viewers, the Starfinders I've been assigned to don't even need my help, and can take care of such fiendish creatures on their own, without impugning my journalistic integrity!" Sebrir puts away the grenade he had pulled out.
"And with that, dear viewers, our mission is complete. Until next time, this is Sebrir, Feedbringer, bringing you the best feeds throughout the galaxy!"
"Now. Let me see if I can remove that filter that makes us all look like Vesk."
computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
"That should do it. Though it will be safer if you do the editing on your own."
"That was actually rather exciting... what WAS that feathery thing anyway? The worst part of it all was standing in that interminable line! I'm glad that's over with."
"Yes, please head back to Guidance, and then you'll have a well earned rest. Until tomorrow morning.!"
You return to the Lorespire complex and once again meet the hologram form - this time it takes on the appearance of a wizened male Koraska Lashunta. "Congratulations to all of you. Well done,
and thank you for all the help you have provided the factions today. With the Scoured Stars incident having claimed so many Starfinders, I'm sure you'll be kept very busy now you are full field agents"
Beta salutes Guidance, or, well, the new-Guidance: "Aye aye, sir, or ma'am".
"It was a fascinating series of unusual events... I'm glad the Society is pleased with our efforts."