[Private] LoreMaster GM Dead Suns AP

Game Master vlaovich88

Since Dahlia put hers in a spoiler, I will respond in one.

Tool and Hux go out computer shopping together to go build there own desktop sized computer.

Alim stays back and guards the hotel room. While he does so, he spends the day meditating.

Lastly, Katara spends the day shopping buying up lots of good stuff. He comes back to the room with a new backpack that looks similar to Alim's and it is full of food. Kind of funny that you just bought a month of food and a gem that makes you not need to eat. I will update the gear tracker after I finish posting. Just so you know, you do not need to buy a comm unit. They are built into almost all armors. You only need to buy one if you wanted to upgrade the range.

A good first day guys! Starting day 2. Please post what you do for day two.

Before anyone else wakes up tool slips out of the room being vary quiet not to wake anyone.

The second day, Dahlia heads back out, this time going directly to one of the schools in the Spike.
Once there she patiently observes the teachers, looking for just the right prospect. Finally settling on an older man, she approaches him after classes.
"It is a noble cause you have sought. No doubt, there are other, more financially rewarding, choices for a man of knowledge. May I walk with you for a bit?" She begins.

With the encouragement of the grey haired mans smile, Dahlia strolls the grounds with him as the children are released.

"My name is Dahlia. I am a new member of the Starfinder Society, and a friend of those in need." She says, extending a hand.

"I am Cristo Siu. Teacher of children, and student of life." He replies warmly.

"There is a desire in my heart to help those in need, and although I am new to the station, I see need here. I would prefer to bypass existing methods of donating. I believe the resources would be best allocated here, with you. You see the need first." She continues.

"Most generous of you Miss Dahlia. But I get the feeling this is only the first of two parts...." Cristo stops and takes Dahlias hand in his, "Speak plainly, that we might know each other".

Dahlia takes a deep breath and lays out her proposition, "Not two parts, good teacher, but perhaps two arrangements. I intend to aid this school, through you, Cristo. There are no conditions to that. That is the first."
She looks him in the eyes and goes on,
"This is the second. The children are a part of the station. They see and hear all maner of things. Some of this information will be of interest to my associates and I. I will never ask the children to put themselves in harms way, but if you chose to pass along info they accquire, even if only rumor, I will be better equiped to bless your efforts here at the school."

As Cristo ponders her words, Dahlia produces a cred stick with 400 credits. "Use this where you see fit." She says, handing it over.

Cristo seems ready to speak, But Dahlia shakes her head. "Think on this tonight. I will return tomorrow and we will have another nice walk." And with that, she turns and leaves him in the throngs of playing children.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
hux never fails to nerd out

*taps feet impatiently*

You are going to hate Amanda when she posts... which should be soon. Austyn said either tonight or tomorrow and I texted Hunter but he has not responded so I don't know when he plans to post.

Alim stirs at the sound of Tool sneaking out. Alim turns to the window, and sees that it is just barely dawn. Pondering for a moment, Alim slowly sits up, and looks around the room. He sees Hux, Dahlia, and Katara sleeping peacefully… Well, for the most part. Dahlia has a slight stir to her, as though she might be dreaming, fighting something in her sleep. Hux makes soft breaking noises, and occasionally huffs out airs. Katara sleeps still, so still one might wonder if he was actually alive. Alim thinks for a moment, and gently pulls the ceremonial plate up from where he had hastily stashed it the night before. Looking it over, Alim feels the excitement once again brood in his veins. The plate is a vivid red color, quite similar to Alim’s facial scarf, with black accents. Wrapped around the plate is a navy blue… blanket? Alim picks it up, and takes note that it is a long piece of fabric, with red lines on it, seemingly geometric in pattern, but almost having a tribal-esque feel to it. Taking the piece of fabric, he wraps the plate within it, and ties it into a loose knot. Looking around at his sleeping comrades, Alim pushes the wrapped up plate to the foot of his bed, and rises to wash. Emerging from the bathroom, Alim again has a soft glow about him, and his crimson face scarf having been freshly washed smelled faintly of soothing spices and oils. Looking around the room, Alim takes note that the sun is now up, as it sneaks in through the closed blinds. He looks from one comrade to the next, seeing them ignore the sun as they continue to sleep. Shrugging, he decides that he will not wake them today… for it has been a busy last few days.

Collecting the wrapped plate into his upper arms, Alim walks to the door, when he notices his orb isn’t near him. Alim turns to look around the room, and finds his orb near Katara. The orb makes quiet turns around Katara, and makes its way to look at the new object that floats near Katara. The clear stone doesn’t seem to have much personality, but that doesn’t seem to bother the orb. The orb circles the stone, first slowly, as though giving it a once-over, trying to figure out if it has new competition. Suddenly, the orb makes quick circles around the clear stone, as though excited to discover it isn’t here to replace the orb. The orb then gives some sassy sways around the stone, and seems to be sizing itself up next to it, and though trying to prove to the stone that it is the better one between the two of them. Moving a bit too closely to the stone, the orb bumps the stone a bit, and the orb jumps back, in fear that the stone would be angry. Weirdly enough to the orb, the stone does nothing except readjust itself to be where it was prior to being moved. The orb relaxes a bit, and jumps as it notices Alim watching it with fixed amusement on his face. Alim motions it to come to him, and the orb makes one final turn around the stone as it comes back to Alim, making a quick circle around Alim’s neck, before coming to rest near Alim’s shoulder. Turning back to the door, Alim quietly opens the door, and closes it behind him, setting off towards the Freemarkets.

Alim swiftly makes his way through the tight, bustling streets. As he walks, he enjoys observing those he passes. A ysoki shouts after some young-looking shirren, a gathering of androids laugh over a human slipping on a slick spot, a dwarf couple walking as quickly as they can through the crowds, all the while holding hands. Alim smiles to himself, and makes it into Jatembe Park. Alim looks around and is in awe. The lush, rich green foliage is such a sharp contrast to the cityscape Alim has been engulfed in the last few… well, really since his arrival to the Station. The water running through the park just added to the ambiance. For a fleeting moment, Alim felt at home, and felt his center shift… His spirit was balanced, at peace. As he relished in this feeling, he again took a moment to look around and see those around him. As he did so, he witnessed what could only be described as harmony. Maybe not everyone would see it like that, but to Alim, the everyday life, the ups and the downs, fighting and apologizing, falling and getting back up, playing and napping, laughing and crying... This is what finding balance, harmony, is all about.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Alim pressed forward, and a short while later, he reached the Freemarkets. If Alim thought the streets and passages near the hotel were crowded, then these were almost suffocating. The pushing and shoving was intense, and bodies were forced well within personal boundaries. Alim was lucky that he was tall and of a stronger stature, for some of the smaller humans and dwarfs were being violently shoved around as larger creatures moved where they wanted to. The Freemarket is an area that is packed with vendors looking to sell their goods, and are placed in no particular order, as Alim quickly came to find out. As Alim looked around, he quickly saw what he thought he was looking for.

A sign that looked poorly made, perhaps by hand, read AREMORE GALORE. Stepping up to the booth, Alim saw a short dwarf shouting, “GET YA ARMOR HERE! BEST ARMOR IN TOWN! CHEAP, CHEAP PRICING! GET YA ARM-” He cut himself off when he saw Alim staring at him, standing on several crates stacked on top on another, to make him just about 6 feet tall. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?! DIDN’t YA MOTHER EVER TEACH YA IT ISN’T NICE TO STARE AT THE SHORT FOLKS?!” He fumed, not lowering his voice from his vendor voice. Alim quickly lowered his gaze, but struggled to not keep eye contact as he spoke, so his eyes were in a constant battle between looking at the dwarf and the ground. “Beg your pardon sir. I did not mean to stare. I have something, but I wanted to ask if you could help me before I pulled it out…” Alim’s voice trailed off, unsure of what he should say, since he really had never come into contact with a dwarf before. The dwarf was silent for a few moments, and Alim kept his eyes down during the silence. Finally, the dwarf spoke. “WELL?? YA GUNNA ASK ME WHAT YA WANT HELP WITH, OR YA JUST GUNNA STAND THERE?! YA TAKING UP SPACE AT MY BOOTH!” The dwarf yelled, and it startled Alim slightly, so Alim spoke a bit more hastily than he normally would’ve. “Yes,sorry,ofcourse. Iwantedtoknowifyoucouldhelpmeidentifywhomighthaveownedthispieceofarmour…. Sir.” Alim’s eyes flitted up to the dwarf, and then back to the ground. The dwarf rubbed his chin, and then spoke. “YA LUCKY I SPEAK IDIOT! YEAH, I CAN PROBABLY HELP YOU OUT. BUT HURRY IT ALONG! I GOT THINGS TO SELL, AND DON’T GOT ALL DAY TO DO IT!” Alim quickly lowered his upper arms to the table, and unwrapped the armour. The dwarf hopped down from his crates, and looked over the gear. He picked up the plate, and turned it upside down, sideways, and back to the front. He set it down, and then looked at Alim. “NEVERMIND. I CAN’T HELP YOU.” The dwarf hopped back up onto his crates and began yelling to the crowds again. Alim, still a bit shaken, works quickly to wrap the plate back into the cloth.

As Alim picks it up and goes to walk away, Alim senses someone is watching him. Alim slowly lifts his head, and looks about. The dwarf is still yelling, not heeding him at all… Alim turns to the right, nothing. He looks slowly to the left, and sees nothing. It’s then he feels a hand land softly on his shoulder. Alim gracefully spins about, orb in hand, ready to turn it into a weapon, when he comes inches from a Damaya. She is just a few inches shorter than Alim, but her presence and stance demand respect. Her skin was a dark brown, but she had yellow freckles across her nose and cheeks. The tips of her antennae were a bright yellow, that almost seemed luminescent. Her eyes were a captivating smoky blue color. Her clothing looked to be a military grade, but Alim’s eyes were drawn her lower mid-section. There, hanging out of her uniform, was the exact cloth that Alim had the plate wrapped in. She must have noticed Alim’s eyes, for it was then that she spoke. Follow me.

Alim, transfixed on this Damaya, followed her. She led him back through the Park, through some of the most expensive neighborhoods Alim had ever seen. Finally, they came to stop just outside of the Bastion. The Damaya turned to look at Alim for the first time since their meeting in the Freemarket. Her face was like stone- impossible to read any emotion on. I apologize for speaking to you like this. I know this makes most who are unfamiliar with the telepathic ways uncomfortable. But, it is safest here. She paused, and looked around. Alim noticed they were in some kind of back alleyway, and wasn’t sure if he should be worried, or intrigued. She spoke again before he could finish his thoughts on the situation. That plate you have… it is of some importance to someone most close to me. I presume, based on your words with the dwarf, that you do not wish to keep it…? Alim, still trying to get used to the telepathy piece, could only nod. I thought I had finally become comfortable with this mental-speak with Chiskisk… Maybe it’s her voice…? Alim wondered to himself. The Damaya smiled. Let me take you, then. She began to walk again, this time faster, since it was less crowded here.

They soon came to a building that looked a grey as anything Alim had seen his entire time on this Station. It was a stark in comparison to the beautiful park, or even the market that Alim had been in just a short time ago. The Damaya, looked back quickly at Alim, and then moved coolly to the door. She seemed to just stand there for a moment, and Alim shifted slightly, unsure of what was to come next. The sound of the door opening caught Alim’s attention, and his eyes were transfixed on the figure that was half-hidden behind the door. The Damaya nodded at the figure, and then motioned towards Alim, her eyes suddenly meeting his for the first time since they last spoke. Something in her eyes was comforting, even though her face was void of all emotion. Alim straightened himself, and walked closer to the door, lower hands open and at his side.

As Alim approached, he could finally see the figure plainly. The Vesk was huge, easily 8 feet tall, and was a brilliant shade of blue. His bright green eyes fell harshly on Alim, though his voice was surprisingly soft for such a great being. “I hear you have something that may be of interest to me… Is this true?” Alim looked to the Damaya, who gave Alim a short nod. Alim turned back to the Vesk. “Yes sir, I believe I do…” Alim slowly brought his upper arms down, and the sight of the cloth was enough for the Vesk. He sharply inhaled at the sight of the cloth, and his voice broke as he struggled to find words.”….That…. Is that… Kasatha…. How…” The Vesk turned to the Damaya, and back to Alim. “Please, come in.”

The Vesk led the two of them into a great living space, with a color scheme oddly similar to the cloth that Alim had wrapped the plate in, and that the Damaya wore. The Vesk motioned for the two of them to sit, and the Vesk sat across from them. In the middle was a table, and Alim slowly laid out the cloth and unwrapped it to reveal to them the plate it carried within. When the Vesk saw it, he rose quickly, and went to the closest window. The clock on the wall made audible noise, as though it needed to prove to everyone how hard it was working to keep time. The noise seemed to fill the whole room, and was heavy on everyone’s ears.

Finally, with his back to them and emotion thick in his voice, the Vesk spoke. “My name is Kazimir Hatchbuster, Chief and Head of the 127 Unit of the Stewards. I’ve been chief for about… Twenty years now. Before that, I was nothing more than an average enlistee. I enlisted when I was sixteen, because I wanted to be protector of all. I dreamed of putting my skills of strength to good use, and to not just be an intimidating Vesk, that all were afraid of. I wanted to be respected because of my rank, not just because of what I look like….” Kazimir pauses, and the Damaya shifts in her seat. Kazimir sighs, and continues. “When I was nineteen, I was dispatched to a local brawl in the streets, and since it was in the Vesk Quarter, they figured sending me and another Vesk would help to make it an easier thing to ‘tame’… Well, when I arrived, I found a dead Vesk, and several rioting humans, yelling and spitting at two female Vesks. The humans were yelling obsensties about how no one wants us here, that we’re just giant, ignorant mistakes. The other Steward and myself apprehended the humans, and we called in an undertaker for the deceased Vesk… Well, a few days later, one of the female Vesks that we had helped with the incident came to me and thanked me for saving them. She told me that she was the oldest of the three of them, and that the humans had killed her brother, because he was swinging his tail around and knocked one of the human’s friends off his feet. She was terrified, and didn’t think she was going to make it, until we showed up. She was appreciative, and very talkative…. Well, long story short, she and I ended up talking a lot, and eventually got married. Two years later, we had Vrokilayo, and two years after that, we had Zigfrids. On Vrokilayo’s fifteenth birthday, I was made Captain and Head of the 127 Unit of the Stewards. Naturally, the job was grueling work, and I made some enemies, but such is the nature of being respected… I unfortunately didn’t realize just how crooked some of the enemies I made were… When Vrokilayo was about seventeen… He was walking with his mother to get Zigfrids from a friend’s house. Before they got there, a rogue mercenary confronted them and…. Well, needless to say, Vrokilayo never forgave himself, and he turned to me to find justice for his mother’s gruesome death. We eventually found the one who was hired to kill my wife, but he never gave up the name of the individual that hired him. Vrokilayo came to hate me, because I didn’t turn the Stewards inside out trying to find who hired the hit, but my hands were tied… I came home one day, to find Zigfrids crying silently to himself, and Vrokilayo gone.”

Kazimir inhaled deeply, then loudly exhaled through his nose. For the first time since the plate was laid out, Kazimir turned around to look at Alim and the Damaya. He walked with heavy steps to where he had sat, put his hands on the back of the chair, and leaned on his arms. His knuckles turned a pale blue as his grip on the back of the chair tightened, and he looked up at Alim. “Ever since that day, Zigfrids has sworn himself to a life as a mute, and has become one of your kind, Solarian. He wrote me a note, saying that it was too much for him to stay in a house that was once so full of love, and that he needed to find a better way to cope with the loss of his mother than his brother did… He now stays in the Cosmonastery of the Empty Orbit, and writes to me occasionally, and sends little things that he thinks will help restore my balance…”

Kazimir releases his grip on the chair, and walks over to where a pile of envelops are scattered about. He searches through, until he finds what he is looking for, and brings it back. Kazimir holds the letter tightly in his hand, as his eyes drift to the unclothed plate on the table. He stares silently at it, almost looking through its dull sheen into what was, what had been. “I earned the right to wear this ceremonial plate when I became Captain and Head of the 127 Unit, and I remember how excited and proud Vrokilayo was to be my son. He would put this on, and say how much he wanted to be like me…” Kazimir eyes now seem to visually trace the outline of the plate, and the black markings on it. His voice again becomes heavy with emotion, though his face is as stone like as the Damaya. “When the man that murdered Vrokilayo’s mother’s was put to death, I remember telling Vrokilayo and Zigfrids that there would be no further investigating, that the department had decided that enough time and resources had been spent to find the rogue killer, and they would not look further into who had hired him.While Zigfrids handled this news in silence, Vrokilayo did not. He exploded, and stormed into the room where I kept my ceremonial plate on display. He ripped it out of the case it was in and threw it on the floor, telling me how I didn’t deserve to wear this, how I didn’t do enough to protect those I love… I never saw him after that.”

Kazimir then turned his gaze to meet Alim, whose eyes were soft with understanding. Kazimir continued,”I presume you bringing this to me means my son is no more… Yes, I suppose that is what it must mean. I had assumed long ago that he had died, but to now know it is true… Well, that is a bit different, now isn’t it?” Kazimir lowered himself into the chair, and picked up the cloth that had been holding the plate. He wrapped it around his two hands, as though trying to pull his son’s memory closer to him, if only for a moment. Once he had finished wrapping his hands, he nodded towards the letter that hand been clutched in his hands, that now rested on the table. “Kasatha, would you please pick that letter up? Hold it in your hands, but please do not open it until you get back to where you stay… That is the piece of my son that I keep with me, but I believe it will be better in the hands of someone who both appreciated the history of what was, and the balance of what has occurred. While I can never repay you for bringing this back to me, maybe giving you a piece of him… and me… we can at least show our gratitude.”

Kazimir goes to stand, but the Damaya quickly rises and puts a hand on his shoulder. For the first time that Alim has been in her presence, she speaks aloud. “Dear Kazimir, rest. I will escort this Kasatha outside.”

Kazimir looked to Alim, and nods. Alim, standing as the Damaya moves towards the door from which they entered, clenches his lower right hand into a fist, and brings it across his chest. He bows slightly towards Kazimir as he speaks. “Kazimir, you have lost much, and I cannot even begin to suppose the pain you have been through. I hope that, by bringing you this plate that it will restore some balance to you and your household, and that you may begin the process of grieving your loss. In time, may your pain subside, and may you find solace in knowing that your son died defending his leader, as I am sure he learned from you. Understand that, while he may have been in pain from the death of his mother, that Vrokilayo fought and defended those he had sworn to protect with every ounce of his being, as I am sure he learned from looking up to you, and because of that, his leader, Ferani, has been spared and she lives now. I am sure she is safely in a jail cell somewhere now, and should you ever wish to hear of how your son spent his last fifteen years, she would love to tell you at least what she knows… May the universe be kind to you, and may it help to restore the balance that your soul requires.” With that, Alim stands and looks Kazimir in the eyes, both understanding each other plainly. Alim nods, picks up the letter, and gracefully leaves Kazimir alone, with his plate in hand.

Once outside, the Damaya walks Alim to the end of the short walk to the house, and holds out her hand. “The name is Mai. I am Kazimir’s second in command. Have been since… Well, just shortly before his wife was murdered. Kaz has told me many things, but only opened up about how his son left once, so I made sure to take in as much detail as I could. See, the plate you had? I knew it was his because of the colored cloth, and the one black marking looks like a lightning bolt. Kaz had that put on there, because everyone called him ‘Thunder’… His hammer slam is deafening.”

Mai thought for a moment, then shook her head. “Thanks for being okay with not hearing the conversation I was having with Kazimir. He’s a bit private… with just about everything. He needed to get it all out, and he knows the Solarians are good ones with this sort of stuff. And he’s stubborn… that’s why he has me around. To help him hear the sense in things when he won’t hear it from himself.” Mai smiled, and Alim was almost positive her antennae were glowing. “Kaz really has been holding onto that for a long time… Hopefully between you bringing that plate to him, and him finally telling that story out loud to someone that won’t be harsh and pass judgement on him… Maybe that’ll be enough…” Her thoughts wandered for a spell, then she turned her attention back to Alim. “Well, this is where I part with you. I wish you the best here on the Station, and as a Starfinder. Should you ever need anything from the Stewards, just let me know!” Mai reached out her hand again, and Alim shook it, both smiling at one another. Alim parted ways, and walked back towards the hotel, worn, but at peace.

Getting back to the hotel room, Alim found that most of the others were mostly keeping to themselves, so Alim quickly shared a greeting with his comrades, and then excused himself to his bed. Once settled in, Alim carefully opened the letter that Kazimir had given to him. Unfolding the letter, something fell out, but Alim had already begun to read.

Dear Dad,

Vro

Alim looked down, and gently picked up the fallen White Solarflower. It had seven brilliant white petals, and had a mostly white center, with a few black speckles. As Alim looked at it, all he could do was smile. He gently tucked the Solarflower into a pocket on his armour, and curled into bed, drifting to sleep as he reflected on all he had seen and learned that day. As he fell asleep, an image of Vrokilayo appeared in Alim’s mind. In the fleeting image, Vrokilayo is standing on a pathway, with his mother at his side. He looks to her, and smiles with a smile that can only be described as pure joy, and they walk on, hand-in-hand, until they fade out of sight.

Katara wakes up at around noon after having decided to sleep in today. After showering and getting ready for the day Katara realizes he doesn't feel any hunger or thirst. He looks up at the stone orbiting his head and remembers that Kaira said the stone would cover those things. Katara heads out for the day to search for a restaurant on that is on level 21 of the station.

Upon reaching level Katara begins his search for the Rivira Tavern on foot. Unable to work those crazy mechanical contraptions to find a map he doesn't have any clue where the place happens to be. After many hours of walking through some of the shadier parts of the level he stumbles upon the entrance to the Rivira Tavern in a back alley.

Entering the Tavern he is greeted by the smell of alcohol and unclean bodies packed in tight space. Managing to walk to the counter without stepping on too many peoples feet he orders some drink he can't even pronounce and takes a look around. He sees many people with scars and bruises as well as the bulge of what he can only assume quite a few guns. Knowing one shot could set off quite the firefight he decides to be extra careful when interacting with any drunks here. After finishing his drink he walks over to the bartender and slips him a credstick with 100cr on it, a slip of paper attached to it, discretely while ordering I think I'll take another one of those whatever it is I just drank.

The bartender nods and then turns around to mix the drink while pocketing the credstick and taking a glance at the slip of paper. Having finished the drink he turns around and hands over the drink while saying This one is on the house newbie, also should you come back I can hit you up with a special that would satisfice someone of your stature.

Katara takes the drink and downs it in one gulp, a small burning sensation greets his throat but it is nothing compared to what he's had on his homeworld. I think I'll just have to come back tomorrow to give this special a test run. Good luck with the patrons today, I hope this special is everything you say it is. Katara then leaves the tavern and heads back to the hotel after picking up a small meal from a food stand.

Katara eats his food and is pleasantly surprised that while the stone above his head keeps him from needing it he can still enjoy the great tasty of a food after a long walk. Before going to sleep Katara has one last thought Tomorrow is going to be a rough one.

Hux wakes up last and goes lethargically to his new computer perking up as it powers on. he then setts about paroosing the darker corners of the interplanetary web searching for illegal downloading sites and trying to gauge what is popular and how he can skim money. After a bit he begins formulating as many schemes as possible to gin up a few shady credits. leaning tward numerous small time schemes wrather than a single larger one.
computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Dahlia: The teacher will have a positive reaction to your offer for when you meet him next. You may roleplay the conversation however you would like, but he accepts the money and accepts the idea of passing info along to you.

Alim spends the day investing the armor he bought out of the part fund and finds the rightful owner. In case anyone was wondering, it was clear Amanda read the Pact Worlds article on the station so if you are interested in getting a better taste of the Eye and Ring of the station, there is a lot of detail in it about those areas as well as the group "The Stewards". I think it is a worthwhile read, even if it takes awhile.

Katara takes the opposite route was Alim and investigates a bar in the Spike. I am not sure what the note says so I guess run with what you are doing and I will let you know if it is problematic at all.

Hux finds his way on to the darkwebs as soon he gets his new computer. I hope he found a good VPN and virus protection first!. He begins researching options. He then works towards hacking and similar activities. I have a few questions that I will discuss over text and I will post how much credits you make once all of that has been decided.

[ooc] Okay, that moves us on to day three, please post what you would like to do till the evening of that day. Please try to post by Friday if possible.

The morning of the third day Hux rises a bit earlier than the previous day and moves again to the computer returning to the freelance hacking site he discovered the previous day. He begins by looking around and seeking to get in contact with the site's frequent users. looking to develop a bit of reputation and credibility. He creates a new hacker handle, sticking to his Ysoki affinity for monosyllabic names he settles on jig because he has always seen his work with computers and engineering as an expression of art and fineness. Using this alias he sets about gathering information on who the major players in the hacking scene are and if any organizations or alliances exist and what it would take to join them.
diplomacy : 1d20 ⇒ 5

Following this Hux returns to working on whatever work he can find and that he thinks he can handle seeking to pad his resume for future contact with his shadier virtual peers.
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Once he finishes his work on the computer he proceeds to open up the hatch on jib and once again seams to tinker with him endlessly alternating between aimless probing for abnormalities, to deliberate tasks of taking apart and reconstructing particular components.

engineering : 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
He does this until hunger overtakes him and he goes down to the restaurant in the hotel inviting any of his comrades who are available to join him for a meal. In the restaurant he is sociable and bright unlike his previous self. He appears to finally be adjusting to his freedom and accepting his place with the group, on the station, and in the star finder society. after the meal he returns after a short bit of conversing and socializing in the restaurant he returns to the room and checks for any responses from the lines he threw out on the deep web. and goes to bed.

diplomacy : 1d20 ⇒ 4

When your aliases have aliases but still only have friends they built themselves

Alim wakes with the first light. His eyes are slow to open, but fully awake once he sees the sun. Alim rolls into a seated position, and takes a deep breath of air. As he turns to the rest of the room to wake everyone, he is shocked to see Tool and Hux up already, working on their newly invested computer. Alim looks to Katara and Dahlia, and sees that they are also waking from their sleep, so Alim heavily exhales the giant gulp of air he had taken in.

As he gracefully rolls out of bed, he walks over to see what Tool and Hux are working on. They don't seem to pay him much attention, clearly enjoying their new purchase. As Alim looks on and listens in, he realizes just how out of his element he is. Their talk sounds as though it is all in code, while still speaking in Common tongue. This amazed Alim, and he wondered to himself if he would ever learn anything about this foreign speak.

After Alim had freshened up, he looked around his comrades. He noticed that Tool and Hux had hardly moved at all, and presumed they would be there for a while. Katara and Dahlia both seemed quiet, so Alim figured they had other things on their minds. He bows slightly to his comrades, informing them that he plans to go spend some time walking around the Station, and that he would meet up with them later. With that, he turns and leaves the room.

Once in the streets, Alim walks absent-mindedly. He is still trying to process and wrap his head around all that had happened the day prior. Before he realized it, he found himself in the Park. Again, Alim was brought into his center, into complete balance with himself. He lowered himself to a grassy patch, and watched those around him. When the wind would blow, he felt a gentle touch on the back of his neck. At first he dismissed it, but as it persisted, he turned around to examine the source of the movement. His eyes came to land on a small patch of White Solarflowers. Alim couldn't help but smile, and looked up to the sky. He closed his eyes, and again saw Vro and his mother. Alim's spirit was lifted, and he felt a surge of happiness well up from within him.

As the feeling subsided, Alim rose from the grass, and walked towards the Cosmonastery of the Empty Orbit, more out of curiosity than anything else.

Before reaching the Empty Orbit, Alim's attention was drawn to a small Solarian shop near the base of the Cosmonastery. It has a scent rising from it that Alim found soothing, and was drawn to it. Upon entering, Alim noticed a beautifully hand carved sign that read SOLARIAN SUPPLIES & SOOTHE SHOP. Walking into the shop, Alim was overcome by beautiful scents, natural oils, various items for mediating, some jewels, and a few Solarian-based weaponry.

As Alim gazed over the items, a soft-spoken Kasatha emerges from the backroom. Her soft-spoken voice with a touch of Kasatha intrigues Alim.

"What brings you in today...?", she says, airy. She seems well-balanced to Alim, and that in turn, helps him find a deeper balance within himself.

"I smelled the wonderful oils you have from out on the streets, and felt called to explore it further." Alim explains, moving slightly closer to her.

"That is kind of you. I am glad it found your spirit in good company. Come, tell me, are you here to study under the great High Sola Tabishad Oseo Markol? She is truly an inspiration... It is one of the reasons I opened up this shop... To serve my fellow Solarians better. I find my balance in serving others, and this was one way I felt I could do that well." She walked around the countertop from where she stood, one hand trailing on the surface of the table delicately. She seemed so graceful, as if every movement had a purpose, and Alim was at a loss of words. She seemed to take note of this, and seemed to almost blush, though it would be difficult for a non-Kasatha to notice, because of her light blue scarf covering most of her face. Alim, however, did take note, and attempted to clear the room by clearing his throat.

"Umm... well... no, to be honest. I was interested in meeting her, but... Meeting you I think has been more than sufficient for me." Alim returned the blush, and for a moment there was pause in the conversation. Alim took a step closer to her, as she leaned on the counter where she stood. It was then that she notices Alim's orb.

"OH! Look at your beautiful orb! It has such a fantastic glow about it... Tell me, how have you been trained to use it?" Alim, taken aback and out of the moment he though he was in, stumbled to regain a more clear head.

"I, uh, this... Yeah. Thanks... I have been trained to use it as my weapon.", Alim attempted to quickly recollect and recompose himself. He sighed at just how un-like him he was being.

"That is wonderful!!! I have trained mine to be my armour." As she spoke, Alim noticed a beautiful soft blue-ish white orb float out from behind her. It sauntered around Alim's orb, before returning to her. She softly closed her hand around it, and in a blink of an eye, the orb encased her in a soft white glowing armour. She giggled a bit as Alim's eyes grow wide, and as soon as it had consumed her, it was gone. She opened her hand back up, and the orb floated away, back behind her.

"Well, since you've trained yours to be a weapon, can I make a suggestion to help make your orb even better?" She asked, and as she did, she waved Alim over to the countertop where she stood. Alim, so incredibly unsure of himself at this moment, walked slowly over to her, until he was standing beside her.

Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of black I have ever seen... Like the depths of the universe are somewhere within them... Alim thought to himself. Her eyes turned up, so she must have had a similar thought.

She broke their gaze first, and pointed to a small table just behind the counter where they stood. There were several gem-like crystals behind the counter, all various shades and clarity. She pointed towards the one on the far right.

"See that one there? That is the least of all the crystals. Since you are still young in your ways, Solarian, this would benefit both you and your orb, and the connection you two have. It costs a bit, but I believe it will help make you a better Solarian." She looks to Alim, then walks swiftly to the crystal, picks it up, and brings it to the register. Alim stares after her, and meets her at the register.

"...My name is Alim..."

She looks at him, and tilts her head slightly to the left. "Alim? As in Alim of the Qawiu Aldhihin Clan? Wow, I am honored to have had an opportunity to meet someone as noble as you, good sir!" She extends her lower left hand. "My name is Naziha! It's unimportant what clan I am from, because nothing is as nearly as impressive as being from the Qawiu Aldhihin Clan!... Well, okay, maybe if you were from the Great Family, but I mean you basically are, and, wow."

Naziha bubbles, and Alim is again thrown off guard, but for a different reason. He didn't realize people outside of his home spaceship would recognize his family name. He had gotten so used to being treated as just another individual that he forgot what this felt like. Alim humbled himself, and spoke. "Please, Naziha, don't. I am no greater than you. My family has a great history to it, but I am here to learn more, to take back some of the histories I have learned out here... Of the people I have learned about out here. For the next year or so, I am just Alim." His eyes perked up, and Naziha could tell he was smiling at her. She returned the perky eyes. "...Yes... Yes of course." Alim looked down at the crystal, then back to Naziha. "I will take this crystal, please."

Naziha visibly jumped with excitement. "You will?! Oh, how exciting!! I am so excited I could help serve someone of the-..... Well, I am honored to have served you, Alim. May I show you how this works?" Alim smiled at her again, and nodded. She quickly picked up the crystal, and motioned for Alim's orb to come to her. The orb hesitantly floated towards her, then drifted back a bit towards Alim. Alim motioned for it to go to her, and so it did. Reaching Naziha, it landed softly in her hand. She picked the crystal up, and turned back to the orb "This may tickle a bit..." And with that, she pushed the crystal inside Alim's orb.

The orb quickly jumped up, floating several inches about her hand. As it floated there, the crystal activated, and little lightning bolts came from it, but all staying within the orb. It almost looked like a mini lightning storm was going on within the orb. Once the lightning subsided, the orb's once golden color turned a bit to a brighter yellow. It shook itself off, and then floated back to Alim.

"There! Now your little one should be all set! The crystal should help you to do more damage, and it can turn your hits into electricity! Also, if you call upon the crystal, it will turn your hits into non-letal damage... if you feel you need to keep your inner Solarian training in balance." Naziha had a smile in her tone for the last part of the sentence.

Alim nodded, and paid her what was was owed. "I will not forget your kindness, thank you Naziha." Alim smiled back... and realized he had not smiled this much in a very long while.

As he turned to leave, Naziha stopped him. "WAIT!" She ran into the back room, where audible noise was made as she searched for whatever it was she was looking for. Naziha emerged with a small cloth all tied up, and handed it to Alim. "These are a few of the sample oils we carry. I was mixing a few of them to create something special and... well... I would like you to have them. They should last you for quite a while, if you use them as needed." She spoke softly again, and her eyes darted from Alim to the floor. "Please, take them. And take care... I hope to see you again, whenever you need supplies."

Naziha dared to look deeply into Alim's eyes, and as he held her gaze, it felt as though time had stopped, and that they were the only two in the universe. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and a small group of Solarians walked in a few moments later. Naziha broke her gaze to greet the newcomers, and bid Alim farewell. Alim took the small wrapped cloth into his upper hands, and bid her farewell. Daring one last glance with one another, Alim stepped back out into the streets.

Once again, Alim found himself on auto-pilot. Walking back into the hotel, he bumps into Hux, with Tool just a short stride behind him, going to get lunch. Alim joins them, enjoying the conversation and the bonding. He reflects on just how far he has come in this group, and how much he appreciates that, to them, he's just another Kasatha. As strange as it was for Alim to admit it, he enjoyed getting to see what it was like to just be a 'someone'.

Returning to the room for the evening, Alim finds himself to be quite tired, and so he soon retires to his bed, where he again finds sleep quickly.

Early in the morning, Dahlia rises and heads down to level 21. She makes her way to Mamma Fats and enters.
Greeting the Halfling warmly, she asks how business has been.
"I hope life has found you well these last few days, I know you are busy, so I will get to the point. I think this station could use some cheering up, and you could always use some positive PR." she says with a sly grin,
"As a solution to these issues, I would like to buy 400 of your apple turnovers to take to school children. If possible, I will pick them up at 2pm today. Thank you for your time, I know you will want to get started with this big order........Oh, right, payment! If your willing to donate, that's great. I would see to it that you get all the credit/good will. If not, I can pay up to 150 credits." Dahlia says, extending a credstick.
After leaving the bakery, Dahlia gets brunch at one of the small cafes, and returns to the hotel for a nap.

At 1pm, she starts making her way back to Mamma Fats. Even before she enters, the smell of pastries greets her. When she walks in, 2 large wheeled carts are filled with the tasty treats.

Mamma Fat is covered in flour and looks exhausted, but smiles when Dahlia walks in. "I'm gonna be out of synthetic apple filling for a week, you know. Still, those little buggers are gonna be pretty happy." Motioning to two gruff men against the wall she continues "Laze and Harker here will help you deliver the goods." she says slyly, making it sound like an illicit deal and then laughing at her little joke. "Wish I could go with you, but I'm a mess and I got tons to do yet today. Be well, Dahlia Morgandanger."

As Dahlia leads the men to the school, she wonders if, in some other universe, Mamma Fats gets to be just a baker.

When they arrive at the school, classes are just letting out for the day. Dahlia quickly uncovers the carts and starts handing the sweets out. She is quickly mobbed by children, and the two thugs sent by Mamma Fats are no help, looking idly on. But after a minute or two, Cristo see her and between the extra help and Cristo hollering for the kids to behave, the treats are soon all distributed. When the carts are clear, Laze and Harker take them without a word, and make their way back to the bakery.
Cristo laughs as carts and the crowd both abandon the frazzled woman and says, "Not used to children in such large numbers are you? Come with me, I'll show you a little secret."
They walk together to a small cafe on the edge of the station, both ordering tea and he leads her to a table.
As they approach the back corner of the dining area, he slips behind a large support piller, into a small alcove. There is a single, small table in the tiny room the piller and exterior glass create. The noise of the station vanishes completely, by magic or accustics Dahlia does not know.
The two sit in silence, sipping hot tea and watching the stars and ships move outside.
Dahlia tries to think of a more peaceful time, but is unable.
What seems like hours pass, and when Dahlia rises, Cristo does also.
"Thank you for sharing this with me." She says, her voice made softer by tea and zen.
"Thank you for being worthy of it" is all he replies.

As she walks back to the hotel, she thinks about that alternate universe she imagined for Mamma Fats, and wonders what it might have held for her.....

Upon waking Katara gets ready and heads out for Rivira Tavern. Noticing Katara’s entrance the bartender begins to pour a drink. He hands the drink over and points to a door in the corner of the marked with an employee’s only sign and says This one should suit your likings more than yesterdays and it was even paid for in advance by a Vesk from earlier.

Katara thanks the bartender and enters the door he was pointed towards, upon entering he sees a large figure topped in armor and holding a very large rifle. The guard says Third door on the right .Nodding his head Katara heads down the hall filled with doors and stops at the one indicated by the guard. On the way Katara downs the entire drink in one go and feels the harsh burn of strong liquor This one is definitely like from back home, wish I could have these more often but that would be one expensive bill.

After a momentary pause Katara opens the door and enters a small room with two chairs and a table. As he expected there is already someone in the room, an average sized Vesk sitting calmly. He doesn’t appear to be wearing any armor, whether that is merely a façade or not Katara doesn’t know but he does know that this man wouldn’t need it to kill him anyways. Strapped to his back is a rather large looking rifle that he assumes could kill with a single blow easily, after that he appears to be unarmed but Katara knows he is likely to have at least a couple knives and a pistol hidden somewhere on his body.

Lets start this out right, do you have the credits? says the seated Vesk. Katara hands over a credstick containing 400cr. Good to see you too Vorin, have they caught on yet? replies Katara. With the credits pocketed Vorin appears to visibly relax and takes a swig of the drink in front of him before speaking Have to get the formalities out of the way early, it’s good to see you’re dead yet. No, he is still oblivious to our agreement but the due date for your assassination is coming up soon so you better start earning some credits fast. I noticed you hanging around some people and saw you meeting with some organization.

Katara smirks at the mention of his imminent demise Don’t worry I know fully well how much time I’ve got to pay you for my fake death. I decided to join the Starfinder Society in order to make some credits and those people are some friends I made slightly prior to joining the society. While mentioning the Society Katara shows off his implanted Starfinder badge. How is the family doing? Katara asks.

Vorin smiles As cavalier as always I see, I can still remember every battle we fought side by side protecting each other. Those were the good old days, I wish it could go back to the way it was. They’re doing well, Otig fired his first rifle a couple weeks ago. Soon I fear he’ll overtake me and I’ll lose my job as primary assassin.Vorin lets out a laugh as he talks about his son. He looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. Looks like our time is just about up, best of luck with the Society and try not to die. Maybe someday I’ll join you and we can fight together like old times, of course I’ve gotta save up some credits first so I can move the family too.

Katara stands and shakes Vorin’s hand It was good seeing you again, best of luck with your hunts. That sounds wonderful but it sounds more like fantasy than reality, if we weren’t friends from way back I’m certain I would have been gunned down long ago.

After saying goodbye Katara exits the tavern alone with just a quick nod to the bartender as he exits the back section of the tavern. As he makes his way back to the hotel Katara ponders everything he had talked about with Vorin and wishing he could have spent more time catching up with his old comrade.

Hux rakes in 75 credits from his day of hacking the day before and all the money is in his account. He spends the day hacking again, and well he was just as successful on every job he grabbed, he spent less time on it today so only pulls in 50 credits. Tool is able to help him get through some challenging firewalls. He is also able to make Hux's account look more professional. While they are hard at work hacking, Alim tries to watch and understand what they are doing. It is probably a good thing he can't because if he probably would not approve. Both Tool and Hux work on Jib (though mostly Hux and Tool watching).

While they work, Alim, Dahlia, and Katara hit the town. Alim meditates in the beautiful gardens and then goes to the shop buying a powerful upgrade for his ball of light. After being uncharacteristically flirty, he makes it back to the hotel just in time to meet with Hux and Tool for dinner.

Dahlia meets with Mama Fats and asks her to make to make 400 apple turnovers. She works like a mad woman to bake the most pastries she ever has needed to in her life. But when she is done, Dahlia suprises the poor kids of the station and has gained a hero status (for the next week at least) with the kids. She then meets with the teacher again for lunch. She then heads back to the hotel as well.

Katara has a meeting with a shady Vesk from his past. A large sum is paid to help him escape his past life and it looks like he is finally free from the savagery of the Vesks and his prior life.

Back to the hotel, goes to talk to the secretary for a moment. When he gets to the lobby, he sees a clocked figure exiting the building. The worker has an uncomfortable look on her face till she realizes Tool is right there. Before he can talk, she turns to him and says, That... messenger... just dropped this envelop off for your group. Take it... please. She hands him an envelope made of paper that is as black as the void of space. She seems to be relieved to be rid of the thing.

Tool brings the envelope up to the room just as everyone is getting home for the evening. The group opens it together and inside is an invention, also printed on pure black paper.

Dear Starfinders,
I invite, and ask you to attend a meeting with His Excellency Gevalarsk Nor, the ambassador of Eox. His schedule is open from 8AM to noon tomorrow. Please attend. The meeting will be held in the Eox embacy

The group is aware that Eox is the "dead planet". It is a member of the Pact Worlds, but it is a planet inhabited almost entirely by undead creatures.Its dominant species, the humanlike elebrians, were forced to transform themselves into undead to survive an ancient cataclysm that almost destroyed their world. Although many sentient species find them disturbing, the elebrians are not considered “monsters,” at least in polite society.

Okay, this wraps up end of your free days! Thank you all for getting so into the roleplay and writing strong stories for your characters. What I need from you now is to decide if you are attending the meeting. I will move us forward once I get 3 votes in either direction.

Dahlia seems to have her interest peaked by this message,
"I am both interested and terrified. I think we should attend."

Tool waits to everyone is back, I was walking by the front desk earlier tonight when the lady at the desk gave me a envelope. Tool holds out a pitch black envelope. The massage reads "Dear Starfinders,
I invite, and ask you to attend a meeting with His Excellency Gevalarsk Nor, the ambassador of Eox. His schedule is open from 8AM to noon tomorrow. Please attend. The meeting will be held in the Eox embacy" Tool looks at each of them looking for some kind of reaction to the note. Tool dose not know much about Eox.
I think we should go meet with him but we should let Cheiskisk know seeing that we represent the starfinders.

After hearing what Tool has to say about the meeting Katara nods his head I agree. as long as we can meet with Chiskisk before the meeting occurs I'd say it's a good idea to let him know.

here are some video about space combat we didn't play it right when we did it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CHblfcG56Y, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QX-Y2r6rXRs

To make it easier, I am going to make those into links. Please watch them soon!

Video #1 (1 hour)
Video #2 (an hour and a half)

you hit the goblin ship 33 times so now it get -2 to maneuverability!
space combat will last forever

Typical goblin ship will have a maximum of 22 HP (including shields) and if you do average damage with a level 1 ship (basing it on the ship you will fly at level one) you would deal 10 damage. So its only 3 hits to destroy the ship at level dealing average damage and if your engineer doesn't boost the weapons. Seems like a reasonable thing for a level one encounter. Especially because you have 2 gunners. (That being said, your first space combat is not against space goblins)

After returning to the room with a full stomach, Alim feels groggy and read for bed. As he turns in for the night, he hears Tool return to the room. Not recalling him wandering off, Tool's return interests Alim. He rises, and finds the others circled around Tool, and Alim notices that he holds a black envelope. As Tool opens the letter and reads it, Alim's interest is peaked. He looks around as his comrades speak, and absent-mindedly rubs the White Solarflower that is tucked away in his chest pocket as they speak.

As Katara finishes his thought, Alim speaks up. "I have great interest in hearing what business this ambassador has with us. Though, I do agree that informing Chiskisk that we are meeting with Gevalarsk is a wise move."

Alim moves away from the group, and can be heard calling Chiskisk. After three tones, it goes to an audio setup in which a pre-recorded Chiskis greets Alim, and instructs him on how to leave any memos or anything worth notifying him over with an audio recording. Alim pushes a few buttons, and lands where the pre-recorded message instructed him to. Alim softly inhales, and leaves his message. "Chiskisk, this is Alim, from the new group of Starfinders that had investigated Kreel's murder. We are calling to inform you that we have received a message from Gevalarsk Nor, the Ambassador of Eox. He has requested a meeting with us tomorrow, and we intend on attending to hear what he has to say. If there is anything we should know about this meeting that makes you uncomfortable, please let us know at your earliest convenience. We look forward to hearing back from you. Please contact us if you have any questions, concerns, or if there is anything you wish to inform us about."

After leaving the message, Alim returns to the group. "We should go see Gevalarsk first light tomorrow." With that, Alim bows to his comrades, turns, and gacefully leaps into bed. He is out before anyone can say anything more to him.

When you wake up bright and early tomorrow, you have an email from Chiskisk.

Hello again friends! Sorry for missing your call. I try not to make work calls from home and wasn't around my work phone. I am impressed with Ambassador Nor's fast work. I do not know the nature of the meeting, but yesterday he asked the office about how to hire a group of starfinders for a job and we sent him a list of people who are available. I was going to fill you in on this procedure but I was not expecting such fast work. When people want to fire Starfinders, it is generally because they believe the job will be of interest to the Starfinders or are trying to make contacts with in the society. It is a rare situation and normally we only allow these sort of things to happen with trusted people. He is a high ranking person in the government, so we allowed him the route to hiring you directly.

It is completely up to you if you want to go to the meeting or not or if you take the job. I would advise you here him out and put the society's best interest at heart. If he asks you to be involved in political assassination, tell him there are better places to hire for that than the society. If he has a ruin for you to explore, then that sounds like a job for the society. If you are uncomfortable making the choice, we can discus it after. Actually whether you accept it or not, can you let me know what the job is? Thank you and good luck.

Most people said the go for it after Chiskisk so I will begin the meeting as well.

The meeting takes place at the Eoxian embassy in Absalom Station’s wealthy Parkside neighborhood in the Eye. The embassy is normally restricted to Eoxian citizens and foreigners with official business, but with your invitation you are authorized to enter. The Eoxian embassy has been decorated in a style reminiscent of traditional Eoxian architecture—black marble and bone-pale limestone, vaulted ceilings, sepulchral furnishings, and disconcertingly organic architectural details.Inside, a pair of undead skeletal attendants lead the PCs to a spare but well-appointed office that feels something like the inside of an ancient mausoleum.

In the office there are two undead creates. Both have elongated cranium that marks them as an elebrians, a native of Eox, and they are clearly undead—their skeletal countenance displays no scrap of flesh, and an eerie light burns in their otherwise empty eye sockets. One is sitting at the desk and is wearing elegant garb while the other is standing and wearing a purple suite. I will text a picture of both of them and put the pictures in the slides for future reference.

The one sitting at the desk offers you a seat. Once seated and comfortable (well as comfortable as you can be in the presence of two undead), the seated one begins to talk in a dark soul less voice. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I’m certain you’re aware of the recent interest in the prospecting ship Acreon and the asteroid being referred to as the ‘Drift Rock,’ and I believe you’re also acquainted with the dispute between Astral Extractions and the Hardscrabble Collective over both the ship and the asteroid. Both parties are currently awaiting legal arbitration, but the wheels of justice often turn quite slowly. As a result, I have offered my services as a mediator in hopes of finding a solution that is equitable to both factions. "

He continues “The first step in this, of course, is learning the specifics of the opposing claims. Reports of your recent endeavors in dealing with some of Absalom Station’s most notorious gangs have led me to believe that you might be useful in this undertaking as well. You’re new to the station, you seem to possess a wide range of skills and abilities, and you certainly appear capable. In short, you’re perfectly positioned as a neutral third party that could cut through all of the red tape surrounding this issue and get to the heart of the matter."

He finishes, as if this last part is unnecessary, “I would like you to go to the Acreon, find out precisely what happened to its crew, and ascertain the value of its asteroid cargo, as well as determine whether this Drift Rock is truly as ‘mysterious’ as the media claims.”

He then looks at the group, waiting for either a response or questions. Please post any questions you have and I will answer as often as I can. Once you are done asking questions please let me know you have no more questions. Once questions are done, decide if taking this job is something you are interested in.

One roll. If you make it above both, open both

"Do you have the legal authority to grant us access to the ship and rock in question?"

culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

After hearing what Gevalarsk has to say, he ponders for a moment. It is then that he notices Zo!, standing and listening in on the conversation. Alim knows that Zo! is attempting to bring reality TV to the Pact Worlds in a more humane way than what is typically featured on the planet of Eox.

While most would see the undead as an uncomfortable kind to be around, Alim feels more at peace with them than he was with initially meeting Chiskisk. "At least this offical's manner of communicating doesn't involve him being in my head", Alim thinks to himself.

Alim gives his full attention to Gevalarsk." Before agreeing, I have a few questions that I would like to have answered, if I may be so bold.
Who has appointed you to be the mediator?
Do you have a contract or some official document stating that both sides are in an understanding that you are mediating this?
What authority do you have to then appoint this mission to us?
What is the time frame we have to complete this task?
What is in this for you?
Will the crew know that we are a mediating party when we board their ship?
Is there any known danger or risks for taking this job?
Do you wish for us to speak with both the Hardscrabble and Astral Extraction, as well as the crew? Or just the crew...?"

Alim then looks over at Zo! for a moment. He makes eye contact with Zo!, holds his gaze for a moment, and then returns to Gevalarsk. "Also, what does Zo! have to do with this? Are we to give him some sort of 'insider' peak to the Drift Rock? Is his presence contingent on us agreeing to take this assignment on? "

Alim looks around at his comrades, and then back to Gevalarsk, waiting for anyone to add in questions, or for Gevalarsk to reply.

Nor looks at the inquisitive 4 armed alien, not used to living people being so talkative. I was not "appointed" as a mediator. I volunteered. Of trusted politicians, they asked for volunteers and I agreed to take the job. I had no ties to either party so they agreed to take my help.

When asked if he has a contract, I do not have an official contract. I have no real authority over this situation. I am supposed to investigate as a 3rd party and give my argument to whether the situation should be ruled in favor of Astral Extraction or the Hardscrabble Collective. My ruling doesn't need to be obeyed, but will have high impact on the case. Which leads me to the human's question. I do have the power to allow you to investigate on my behalf. Both parties agreed that I have access to both the Acreon and the Drift Rock.

He looks confused at Alim about the time frame question. As with most jobs, the sooner the better. The legal process will take years, but I would like my end taken care of as promptly as possible.

He stares at Alim in the eyes with his glowing lights. Well, if you are implying I have a bias on which side wins the legal battle, I do not. I could care less which way this goes. But, there is one additional detail that I’d like to ask your help with, Nor says, steepling his bony fingers. Among its other cargo, the Acreon was carrying a package destined for the embassy. Of course, with the ship being quarantined, the package has been undeliverable. I’ve been eagerly awaiting its arrival, and I’d consider it a personal favor if you could find the package and bring it to me when you return to the station. It’s clearly marked, so I don’t imagine it will be too difficult to find.

He once again looks confused at Alim. I may of presumed too much about what you know about the Acreon. I assumed everyone was following story. It is presumed that the crew of the ship is dead. So they do not know you are coming to investigate. No one knows what happened. The ship returned from the drift a week or so ago with a large asteroid tethered to it. There have been multiple attempt have been made to contact the crew and there has yet to be an answer. It seems something happened to the crew and the ship followed through on its trip to through the drift.

He huffs for needing to explain everything to you. The conflict comes from that the Acreon is a ship owned by a member of the Hardscrabble. The Collective was hired to mine something for Astral Extractions. It is assumed that on the way back after completing the mining job, they encountered the Drift Rock. From there we know nothing. Why they took it, what it is, and more importantly, who has rights to it. The Hardscrabble claims the ship and the rock because the ship is theirs, and the rock because it was taken by their ship and was not taken while on the job. Astral Extractions believes the rock is theirs because they chartered the ship to go mine and while the ship was chartered, they gathered the rock. But nothing can be known for certain till both are investigated.

Of course there is danger! We have no clue what is up there. Something made the ship go ghost on us. I do not have any more information on what kind of danger it will be.

You are not required to talk with either Hardscrabble or Astral Extraction. I am sure once it is known to both organizations that you are working for me on this task, they will reach out to you and try to meet with you and try to sway you to side with them. But you meeting with them is up to you. I just ask you do not accept any bribes.

When you bring Zo! into it, he looks shocked for a moment but quickly recovers. Woah, woah woah, I am not some "news reporter". I am not here to give insides scoops. No no no, but I am here to make you all BIG!!! So here is the thing, I have been throwing around this idea... it is brilliant. You gotta keep this quite for now though, you are some of the inside people now. He puts a finger over his big smile. I am thinking of doing a show called "LIVE EXPLORATION EXTREME!". But to make money, you gotta spend money, that is how this business works. But I can't put lots of money into a dud project. I know its brilliant, but is the Pact Worlds ready for it? Well that is for you to help find out! So I want to pilot this idea but it wont be live. I will be air the show on a delay so I can cut the feed if something happens. But if they works, I will start the show up! And as a special deal, I will work with the Star finder Society exclusively for future episodes!

Ambassador Nor interjects, or else Zo! would of talked for another hour. You would be video taped whether Zo! did his show or not. I would need to watch to be able to give my support. So there is no harm in letting Zo! get his show in. It would save me resources in not needing to send my own camera, Zo! gets to pilot his new show, and the Society gets a chance at getting exclusive rights and a great ally.

He looks at the group, expectingly.

Alim thinks over everything he has heard. While he doesn't get the warmest feelings from Nor, and believes some of the questions he answered with a bit of sass, Alim understands him, and isn't one to go against those in higher positions.

Alim looks to his comrades, to Zo!, and then back to Nor.

"I do not know what my comrades think, but I am up for such an adventure. As long as the video is delayed, and should something happen, we have the right to not have it aired. I wish to keep intact the integrity of both my comrades and the Society for which we serve." Alim clenches his lower right hand, and brings it up across his chest. He bows slightly to Nor. "My services are yours."

"It seems like we are getting ahead of ourselves, we have not yet spoken of remuneration. It seems as though a task of this level of danger might be worth about 2,000 credits a piece." She says to Nor

Then turning to Zo!, she adds, "And since our dealings with you, sir, are separate, I think a 30% share of all proceeds from the footage is more than fair. Along with final approval of the aired footage, of course."

Both Ambassador Nor and Zo! laugh at Dahlia's offer. It is an uncomfortable sound to hear an undead laugh. Ambassador Nor starts I will thinking along the lines of 600 credits for the exploration and if you do my side task, I will give you a bonus of 500 credits.

A bit of meta game since we haven't played much, but this is an average offer for a mission at this level. Your original was a lot higher then you think you could talk him up to. If talking him up is something you are interested in attempting, include a skill check.

Zo! comes in with Look friend, I am not making any money off this. Its a test video, its to see if the show has anything worth doing. So I guess I can offer you 30% of 0 because that is all I am making. But I will make you HUGE! Plus if this goes over well, you will have a hefty investor in the society. Now the clause of final approval... this needs to have the feeling of being live! It needs to be uncut, and the reproductions of your exploration can't be known before it airs! It would ruin the whole show! The whole thing! I was thinking a 5 minute delay of the feed so I can cut if needed! But I can't agree to it if I need to wait till you get back then come and watch the film to make sure you like it. Sorry, but no can do.

"so, the request of fair compensation elicits mockery from you. That's good information to have going forward." Dahlia says, unmoved by the ghoulish laughter.

[B]"You ask us to step into the unknown, face dangers, gain you valuable information, provide you with tasteless entertainment to further your career in smut peddling and you generously offer us about what the teachers on the station make every month?" So far, your business accumin is as impressive as your skin moisturizer."
The offer and response seems to have rubbed Dahlia the wrong way. And she seems ready to leave, but waits to see what the others have to add.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Now that I have a better understanding of the offer, "who says the dead have no sense of humor? This offer is quite the joke."

Tool isn't in it for the money but the video tapeing stuff he isn't so sure about that should be up to Chiskisk I don't think we have any power to make desitions for starfinder we haven't be apart or it vary long or even know there veiw on this sort of thing

Ambassador Nor is visibly upset upon hearing Dahlia's insults. You can see him actively trying to hold back either attack or insult back. Zo! places a hand on his shoulder. He looks at Nor as if to say, Step back, let me handle this.

He looks back at the group in a serous way that is uncharacteristic of him. He is normally all smiles. We did not intend to mock you but your request was outlandish. That being said, your racist comments had no purpose besides attacking. So, please let us get back to level heads, leave uncalled for insults off the table, and have a discussion. My laugh was not intended to "mock" your offer, it was just comically high for an asking price. But I will attempt to carry myself in a more profecitonal manner from now on to avoid that. I apologize again.

He takes a deep breath. I am sorry for not asking for introductions but if we are going to have a formal meeting, I will need to know what to call you. Ignore the rest of this post if you do not introduce yourselves and we will pick it up from here

He smiles his big show man smile, Well I am Zo!. I can tell that I am not recognized by most of you. Alim, Substitute whatever name you gave him, if you gave him a fake. you seem to know me. I understand that my people have a bad wrap for the "TV" if that is what you want to call it, that we produce. But that is not me. I am looking to make entertainment for everyone! Look, I willing to give you an off the record explanation of whats going on with me, but you need to sign a paper saying you can't go giving this scoop to anyone. Sound good?

I will place this in a spoiler because it will take a lot longer to wait to have everyone agree. If anyone is against signing, then we will need to act like none of your characters have this info.But if no one disagrees with signing, we will assume that everyone singed. All the NDA says is that you can not tell people the content of this conversation. There is no fine print hidden stuff.

After listening carefully to all the information being presented and Dhalia's attempts to get more money out of Nor Katara decides to speak up. Hello Zo! my name is Katara, and I have no problems with the payment amount being offered. I have no qualms about allowing the airing of our expedition at a brief delay and would be happy to sign your confidentiality agreement. As for whether or not we will go through with the broadcasting deal I would like to run it past a superior since it will affect the Society as a whole. In terms of the mission, I'm sure we have the authority to accept and I for one am totally up for it since I am also curious about the Acreon and the Drift Rock. I'm also willing to retrieve your package for you.

"I am glad that we are in agreement about mutual respect being a wise path. I have no problem with a non-disclosure agreement. This has the feel of 'cloak and dagger' to it, but I am trying my best to.....'see the world in a new light' of late." Dahlia responds, looking at Alim.

"We have your terms, and will contact our superiors, Astral Extractions and Hardscrabble Collective for more pieces to this puzzle. Then we will get back to you with our response." She straightens her jacket as she stands to leave.
"Thank you for your time."

she waits at the door for the others to finish their questions, then exits.

Tool isn't happy about the TV show part he came to the station to blend in not become a TV star. they reassure they can hide his identity. but he still feels they should check in with Chiskisk. but he has no problem with doing this mission.

Katara having said his part walks over to where Dhalia is and waits for the rest to finish up their questions.

Alim shifts uncomfortably as Dahlia exchanges words with Nor and Zo!. He has an internal struggle, trying to figure out if he should intervene or not.

After Zo! says his part, Alim speaks up.

"Yes Zo!, I do recognize you. My grandfather used to do dealings with different markets, and I recalled him mentioning an up-and-coming Elebrian individual trying to re-create how the Eox people view TV, and bringing it to the larger Pact World scale. My grandfather spoke highly of your personality and your more vibrate dress, so I figured you must be he." Alim looks him once over, and continues, with his lower right hand extended. "My name is a lengthy one, but you may call me Alim." After shaking hands with Zo!, he continues. "I will of course sign the contract. Secrets are kept and honored as sacred histories to that individual, and are only for those individuals to share with others. I will say that, us working with you will again be up to our supervisor and what he has to say. Once we have spoken with him, we, or at least I, will return to give you our answer to the undertaking of the task you request us to complete. "

Alim nods with respect at both Zo!, and then turns to Nor. "We will depart now, and consult Chiskisk. I ask that you kindly accept what Dahlia has said as our apology, and we receive both your words as an apology for misunderstandings on your behalf. Next time we arrive here, we will be in better understanding of one another. Thank you for this opportunity- we will return promptly after discussion with Chiskisk." With that, Alim turns and leaves with comrades in tow.

Arriving at Chiskisk office, the desk receptionist warmly greets the explorers, and intercoms Chiskisk to alert him of our visit. Getting the go ahead from the receptionist, the group arrives in Chiskisk office. Chiskisk seems chipper, and excited to see the group.

Alim steps forward after short greetings are exchanged. Alim balls his lower right hand into a fist and crosses it across his chest, bowing slightly, as he addresses Chiskisk. " Chiskisk, we have received an offer of employment from a highly regarded ambassador of the Eox planet. Ambassador Nor has requested that we further investigate the Acreon and the Drift Rock. After having done such a thorough investigation in Kreel's death, we are well versed on the politics around this ship and rock. However, the job also involves bringing along Zo!, which means we would be broadcasted live, for all on the Pact Worlds to watch. Since we are new to this status of being an explorer for the Society, we wanted to get your permission to accept this job. Zo! has explained to us that the cameras would be on at least a five minute delay at all times, and ideally this job wouldn't take too long to complete. Do you have any objections or concerns about us undertaking this job that we should know about? Do you know anything about Nor, or any concerns around him or Zo!? We will not take this job on if you have objections to it. We wish to respect your wishes, as our overseerer in the Society, and we only wish to portray the best that the Society has to offer." Alim returns to an upright stance, and lowers his arm, as he waits for Chiskisk's response, or to hear of any other comrades concerns or things they wish to add in.

I believe we are bringing along cameras, probably on drones, not Zo! Himself. Correct me if I am wrong.

Dahlia does not seem like she is in a better mood when they arrive at Chiskisks office.
"I have a few simple questions. Does the Society require a commission from jobs we take? Are you opposed to this job? Can you contact the companies involved and let them know what we are doing? If yes, please let them know we will submit a report to them with all pertinent information included. I have no further questions at this time."

Tool goes to see Chiskisk stands at attention like usual. But didn't add to the Questions he was there but a million miles away at the same time.

When you get to Chiskisk's office, there is a bit of a wait but they are happy to see you when you enter. Alim promptly explains the situation and Dahlia corrects a detail (You are correct, Zo! plans to send a remote controlled drone to record your work).

I am so excited to hear that! I have been working on trying to learn of ways we could have rights to explore the rock after we learned that Astral Extraction was willing to kill to keep us off its scent. Lucky us, an opportunity just landed in our lap!

They pauses a moment when you mention the involvement of Zo! to consider what that brings to the table. Well, the Zo! aspect is largely up to you guys! From a society stand point, it would be wonderful to make an ally out of him. But at the same time, I can not require you to take a job that you wouldn't feel comfortable taking.

They then begin to address the questions that the group has. I am not opposed to you taking the job at all! This sounds like a great thing for the society. We could make a wealthy ally and get more popularity among the people. Plus gets in on the Drift Rock and what is happening there.

When asked about Nor and Zo!, they reply, Nor is new to the political scene and has been attempting to make allies in as many factions as possible. He seems to understand that the best wealth to collect is favors rather than credits. So he could be a good ally to both the Starfinder Society and to you personally. Zo! is also a new development. I have concerns about TV shows because of Eoxian TV is rough but in his first show, he has gone out of his way to make the participants looks good so I am not too concerned with him. He would make another great ally and would do wonders if he could support us financially.

Then Dahlia asks her question of commissions. No, we do not require you to give us money for a mission you were asked to do! The society is not a mercenary guild or anything. We just ask that you do your best to represent us well when doing these types of jobs. Also, we ask that you give us a report of what you find as well!

She then asks about contact information. I do not have any contacts in either company so I can not do that for you. But I am sure they will be very interested in you.

Once you finish with you meeting with Chiskisk and have his seal of approval, you go back to Ambassador Nor and Zo!. They are very happy to hear that you are willing to take the job. Katara and Tool bring the point of wanting to hide their identity to Zo!. Well I can not understand why you would want to do that? But I do have a wonderful makeup artist. She will do wonders to hide your identity. But its a missed opportunity my friends! This could make you HUGE!

Nor informs you that he will send out a message to both parties involved that you are going to explore in my proxy and that they will have access to the footage. But, do not be surprised if you get contacted by both companies. Its up to you if you will meet with them or not. Either way, let me know when you are ready to head out.

Sure enough, within a few hours, you have a message inviting you to a meeting with Astral Extractions. The message says the woman at the desk will be expecting you and security will let you through.

You also receive a vid call from Otal Serissi, a red skinned human. He is a captain from the Hardscrabble Collective. He asks if he can meet with you as a group before the investigation.

Okay, I need you to decide if you are meeting with both, neither, or one or the other company. So either post or text what you are thinking here.

"I have no desire to meet either group, but I will if others do. They may have something interesting to say, but I doubt it."

Alim is surprised when he hears that both companies contact the group. He looks to his comrades. "I personally do not wish to meet with either of the two sides. In my opinion, we have been hired to do a job, and to be fair and balanced in our findings. I do not want our discoveries to be swayed. If they have anything of importance to say to us, I would trust that our silence to them would say enough, and that they would pass along any information to Nor. He is the one that has hired us, and the one who, in my opinion, we should receive our direction from."

Once the group has made its decision, Alim is ready to begin this adventure.

I have no will to listen to either group before we head to the Drift Rock, we are meant to be an impartial group and so steering clear of them for now seems like the best option