[SFS - PbP Gameday VII] 1-07 The Solar Sortie - GM bigboom (Inactive)

Game Master bigboom

Well, since I can use Profession (theatre)...

"...And the maverick who just doesn't fit in anywhere else, Hakarlo Gan!"

It only takes Aazanar a moment to remember that he is playing the part of Hakarlo Gan. When his name is called, he bows and then stands up straight and holds his spear high.

"Yes! I, Hakarlo Gan, am here to show you that the abyss dragons are... unstoppable!"

He twirls the spear in his right hand, then over his head, then in his left. Behind his back and under his arms, he spins the spear in a dizzying kata, until he flings it into the air! It sails up and circles around one of the floodlights, and returns miraculously to his hand! He flings the spear multiple times, showing off its magical
returning property.

Then finally, catching the spear in his left hand, he reaches up and grasps his solar mote. With a flash of light, the mote grows in size to a fiery ball more than a foot wide, like a miniature sun. He lets the ball fall, and a chain becomes visible connecting the ball to his hand. He spins the ball to one side, then over his head, until he brings it down with a resounding SMASH! Dust scatters everywhere, and when the dust clears, Aazanar is standing straight again. He holds his weapons high, and then bows once more.
Profession (theatre): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Can Eegar climb on top of a pillar?

You can certainly try. However, they're 30 feet tall metal pillars that are relatively smooth with occasional handholds. So they're quite challenging to climb.

So that 18 not good enough?

Bubbles thinks to the team, " A Crest eater!!! They are not as nice as they look! They can spit acid on you, so even staying away isn't safe! " With that said, the barathu still floats up until he is near near top of a column.

Is it immune to mind that effects?

@Bubbles, nope, not immune to mind effects.

So that 18 not good enough?

Well, it doesn't get you to the top of the pillar but this happens....

Tchisk, in a show of strength begins climbing one of the metal pillars, USING JUST HIS ARMS AND HANDS!! The crowd stares, amazed at this little ysoki's upper body strength. You get about 10 feet up but unable to hold on any longer, push off, do a little flip and stick a wholly impractical but cool-looking three point landing!

The crowd cheers, clearly pleased at your display despite your not making it up to the top.

@Tchisk if you want to attempt to climb up to the top of the pillar again during combat, it will require a DC25 Athletics check and a move action to climb 15 feet. So a double move and two successful DC25 Athletics checks will get you to the top.

Next, Aazanar digs deep into his acting skills and puts on an AMAZING display for the crowd! The cheers from the crowd can't possibly be any louder! One of the announcers states...

"Wow! Arratoi, did you see that? Hakarlo may not have fit in anywhere else but he certainly belongs in a gladiator pit! I'm on his side! I mean, my money is on him having no chance against that massive beast but I'm most certainly on his side! Maybe he'll just lose an arm or two instead of his life? I do hope so!!!

"Go! Go! Gan! Go! Go! Gan! Go! Go! Gan! Go! Go! Gan!"

And the arena audience chants along, "Go! Go! Gan! Go! Go! Gan!"

And just for fun, here's a bit more fluff that Bubbles knows about crest-eaters.

The clamps holding down the crest-eater are released. It shakes itself free from the now unclamped restraining harness and it charges towards you!!!

Map revealed in slides. Your characters can start anywhere to the left of the green dotted line.
@Flenn, you can retroactively attempt your crowd-pleasing performance or attempt something during combat - your choice.

Combat Initiated!!!

Round 1
The following characters in bold may take their turn:

Rez
Tchisk
Mec-01
Flenn
crest-eater
Bubbles
Aazanar

Eegar was doing flips off the pillar, so he'll be by the pillar. BTW Thank you GM Bigboom for that generous ruling and interpretation of my roll.

Ready an action to cast Grease (DC 16) in the way of the charging crest-eater.

Your roll wasn't enough to climb but was enough to please the crowd! :-)

For your readied action, I assume you will cast once the crest-eater enters a certain area. Can you please specify approximately which area your readying towards? Or do you just cast it under the crest-eater as soon as it is within range?

Within range.

Rez looks around at the barren arena, an seeing only the metal pillars between the crew and the crest eater, decides to put one of them between himself and the hulking beast.

He checks the charge on his new arc pistol. 100% capacity. He checks around the pillar, seeing the crest eater. 10% confidence.

Rez snaps around, and squeezes two shots from the arc pistol, lobbing them downrange to the beast.

(-4 for full attack, -2 for 50' range increment)
Full attack, ranged (arc pistol, static): 1d20 + 6 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 4 - 2 = 17
Full attack, ranged (arc pistol, static): 1d20 + 6 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 - 4 - 2 = 3
Possible damage for first attack: 1d6 ⇒ 2

The android is looking is something else arrives and then - when the monster was free - prepares his rifle and shots on the abomination which they are facing in this arena. What will they not do for the Starfinder Society?

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Laser Rifle, Azimuth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4
Burn: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Flenn puts his helmet on, which covers his face, but leaves the respirator off. He bares his jagged, yellow teeth, contrasted against the piercings and tatoos on his face and neck, along with a cry of fury in an attempt to work up the crowd.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

The cry, unfortunately, is more of a startled shriek than a cry of fury.

Not getting an appropriate reaction from his attempted intimidating look, he closes up his respirator, and adjusts his gun, drawing a frag grenade as well. "Well, guess we'll just have to get the job done ..."

Flenn advances his full movement toward the Crest Eater, holding the grenade and ready to throw it when it gets closer.

Ready my action. I'll throw the grenade as soon as it's in 40 feet.

Flenn let's out a roar! But the crowd is cheering so much from your teammate's efforts their attention doesn't gravitate towards you.

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Rez fires off two long, difficult shots from his pistol, one of which hits for 2 points!
Mec-01 looks around and seeing no other threats aside from the crest-eater and seeing nothing else enter the arena, shoots and hits with his laser rifle for 4 points!
The crest-eater, predictably, charges towards the party! Once close enough, Flenn tosses a frag grenade, which misses but still lands close enough to hit the crest-eater! ; Frag damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 ; Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 ; It takes 4 points of damage!

The crest-eater continues to charge forward when Tchisk conjures up a layer of grease underneath it! ; Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 ; Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 ; Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 ; It manages to stay standing but in it's attempt to continue moving forward at a slower pace, the crest-eater loses it's footing and fall down! It stands back up, looking none too pleased! Tchisk's gambit has stopped it in its tracks!!
(Upon trying to finish its initial move action, it falls down. It then spends its standard action to stand up.)

(Greased area marked with an orange square)

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Round 1 cont'd & Round 2
The following characters in bold may take their turn:

Rez
Tchisk
Mec-01
Flenn
crest-eater (-10)
Bubbles
Aazanar

An announcer comes back onto the broadcasting system...

"And the action begins! Hey look at that! It seems the little people managed to slow down the great beastie! Perhaps they'll last 30 seconds rather than the predicted 15, amirite?"

"You certainly are, Raatchet!

"Now some of you newer employees to Arch Energy may be wondering why we have a gladiator arena on board a corporate space station. We'll, it's all about you - the valued people of Arch Energy! Seeing how Akitonian gladiator matches have been catching on, our Chief Procurement Officer, Envar Tamm, has spared no expense in constructing an auditorium of blood sports just for you! Consider it a perk of your employment here with Arch Energy!"

"Hit it while it's down. I'll try to keep it that way." Eegar readies to cast Grease (DC 16) again if the bone eater gets out of that spell area.

Bubbles, from his high vantage point, looks at the crowd. Perhaps it is best to not finish this quickly. Hmmm... Instead of touching the Crest Eater's mind, he picks up an abandoned box of popcorn and throws it at the beast.

Telekinetic Projectile@ crest: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
DMG@EAC: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Next round, next shot.
Laser Rifle, Azimuth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Burn: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Tchisk gets ready to put the monster down onto the ground again should it start to advance on the party.
Bubbles' popcorn box hits the crest-eater and does about as much damage as one would expect from a popcorn box...1 point!
Mec-01's shot hits for 8 points!

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Round 1 cont'd & Round 2
The following characters in bold may take their turn:

Rez
Tchisk
Mec-01
Flenn
crest-eater (-19)
Bubbles (30' in the air)
Aazanar

Flenn brings his pulsecaster up as his exocortex calibrates a firing trajectory for the acquired target.

Pulsecaster rifle attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Pulsecaster damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5 E nonlethal

@Flenn: That there's a crit!

Rez thinks it best to keep up the pressure, so he squeezes off a couple more charges.

-4, full attack:
1st Attack, ranged (arc pistol): 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 4 = 9
2nd Attack, ranged (arc pistol): 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 4 = 17
Possible damage on 2nd attack: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Botting Aazanar

Aazanar, hearing Tchisk say that he'll try to keep the beast immobilized, moves up to within throwing range of the monster and throws his spear while in photon mode!

Tactical Spear vs KAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Flenn's crit damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Flenn's rifle shot hits the crest-eater right in the face for a critical hit, while Rez's second shot also lands and Aazanar's spear embeds itself into one of the crest-eater's legs before it magically returns back to Aazanar's hand. The beast lurches a bit to the right... then a bit to the left... then fall!!!

Combat Concluded!!!

The crowd just goes absolutely wild!!! And the announcers' voices come back online...

"Wow, I did NOT see that coming! These upstart gladiators too that thing down in less than a minute! I mean, it didn't even have a chance to bite one of their heads off! Once that team put the crest-eater to the ground, it was all over!!

"This was the easiest, shortest part-time gig I've ever had, ain't that right Arratoi?"

Right you are Raatchet! Thank you everyone for joining us during today's main event! We're Raatchet and Arratoi, your guest announcers for today. Your normally scheduled announcers will be back next week!!"

The announcers obviously cease speaking into the microphone but you can still hear them chatting, the two of them thinking their broadcast has already ended.

Arratoi says, "Hey don't a couple of those guys look familiar to you? I feel like I've passed them in the halls of the Lorespire."

Raatchet replies, "Nah, watcha talkin 'bout! A team of real Starfinders would be smarter than to have found themselves in a gladiator pit facing that thing!"

"Hmmmm....true.... But remember that time Ziggy sent us to...."

And their feed cuts out....

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As you bask in the cheering and adulation of the crowd, the gate opposite you where the crest-eater emerged from opens up and an attractive, muscular korasha lashunta with reflective glasses struts through the northern door. He casually walks over the remains of the defeated crest-eater, stepping over the carcass with a skip. He lowers his sunglasses to reveal dilated pupils and flashes a toothy grin.

“Stellar,” the lashunta man slurs. He glances at the floor and his smile changes to a look of disgust. He takes an exaggerated step over the bare ground as though trying to avoid an object there and trips, falling face-first into one of the metal pillars on the arena floor. He immediately springs back up and dusts himself off.

“You killed two of those things? That’s amazing!” The man holds out a hand in greeting. “I’m Envar—Envar Tamm, you’ve probably heard of me. I know, I know, I’m way more handsome in person. It’s a pleasure to meet me, I’m sure. Now, tell me all about you; I want to know all about my new best friends.”

Image of Envar unmasked in slides.

"Envar Tamm! We're the Abyss Dragons. You looking to sponsor a team? Then We're the team for you."

Thanks for botting me... that's basically what I would have done. A lot of weekends I can't post very much.

"Tamm... no, I don't think I've heard the name before. Are you a gladiator too? This was my first bout so I'm afraid I don't really know who-s who yet. But it's a pleasure, to be sure."

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Aazanar grins and offers his hand.

"Name's Hakarlo. I've always been a fighting-man. To be honest these things," he points to his solar mote, "Well they're not much use if you want to be an accountant."

"I was a mercenary for a while, but I never found a gig worth keeping. Too many know-nothing officers out there that expect their orders followed even when they make no sense. Never found an outfit that was worth riskin' my life for."

"I tried skip-tracing for a while, but I'm not much of a detective. So I figured, why not try out thinks in the arena? You can do things your own way there. Nobody can get you killed except yourself."

The new man is special.

The android is unsure. Did they really killed two of those things? He thought they had to fight against only one beast. Did it duplicate?

Further the new one is the kind of people who speak "Me, me and me." Oh, he's asking about them.

Well, I'm their manager, a manager on duty.

He closes mechanically his eyes a second.

Flenn nods, fully encased in his armor, including the faceplate and rebreather mask. He switches over to the group's internal comm channel and says quietly, so only the group can hear, "My pulsecaster rifle does nonlethal damage, mates, so that thing likely isn't dead yet."

Bubbles floats up to the fancy man and glows. "Hello, there! I am Un Named! We sure did kill two of those! Yepp! The best merc's around! Did you find our fight entertaining?" The barathu spins a little, taking in the arena.

Rez holsters his pistol and meets up with the others, letting them talk to Tamm.

Apologies, hopping on a flight. Will post the follow up as soon as I can later on today!

"Envar Tamm! We're the Abyss Dragons. You looking to sponsor a team? Then We're the team for you."

Envar responds, "Sounds GREAT! Although I personally love it, mother probably won't want to sponsor a team named Ass Draggers! But what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right??? Donna!" He looks over his shoulder at blank space and continues speaking, "Donna! Can you please get the usual sponsorship paperwork ready? Thanks, you're the best!" Envar flashes a thumbs up at nothing.

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"Tamm... no, I don't think I've heard the name before. Are you a gladiator too? This was my first bout so I'm afraid I don't really know who-s who yet. But it's a pleasure, to be sure."

Aazanar grins and offers his hand.

Envar steps over to Aazanar and reaches out to shake Aazanar's hand but misses. Envar says, "Woah, I see how you won... That's a neat trick phasing in and out like that!" After three more attempts, Envar finally connects with Aazanar's hand and shakes it.

"Name's Hakarlo. I've always been a fighting-man. To be honest these...."

At this point, Envar stops paying attention to Aazanar and he pulls out a datapad, then starts scrolling and typing into his info feed...

"...things," he points to his solar mote, "Well they're not much use if you want to be an accountant."

"I was a mercenary for a while..."

Envar then meanders over to the fallen crest-eater and takes a half dozen selfies with the carcass, striking multiple poses. "Oh! Gotta get the second one too!" He walks over to an empty patch of ground and takes more selfies with an empty patch of ground.

"...but I never found a gig worth keeping. Too many know-nothing officers out there that expect their orders followed even when they make no sense. Never found an outfit that was worth riskin' my life for."

"I tried skip-tracing for a while, but I'm not much of a detective. So I figured, why not try out thinks in the arena? You can do things your own way there. Nobody can get you killed except yourself."

As Aazanar continues talking, Envar looks around, walks up to each of you invidvidually and takes a few selfies with every one of you. However, in his selfies, you can see that he framed the pictures with himself front and center while you are all halfway cut out of the frame.

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Well, I'm their manager, a manager on duty.

"Nice! A manager who doesn't know how to delegate and gets into the pits with his employees!! Pleased to meet you!!"

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Flenn nods, fully encased in his armor, including the faceplate and rebreather mask. He switches over to the group's internal comm channel and says quietly, so only the group can hear, "My pulsecaster rifle does nonlethal damage, mates, so that thing likely isn't dead yet."

"Oh???" says Envar. (real or hallucination: 1d2 ⇒ 1) He walks over to the crest-eater corpse and kicks it a few times. It doesn't move. "Heeeey!!! Check it out! It's got rainbow colored blood spilling out!!"

You look at the carcass and no, it doesn't have any blood spilling out.

Envar continues, "Seems pretty dead to me. Hmmmm, I think I'll have its bones rendered down as a trophy for you guys, my new champions! Doesn't that sound faaaar oooout fellas?!?!? How many gladiators can say they own a trophy made up of monster bones???"

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Bubbles floats up to the fancy man and glows. "Hello, there! I am Un Named! We sure did kill two of those! Yepp! The best merc's around! Did you find our fight entertaining?" The barathu spins a little, taking in the arena.

Envar says, "Guys, hey guys? Do you see that? I think it's a talking balloon with party streamers hanging down from it! That's crazy! And I'm not even trippin out right now! No wait, am I?" He then snaps his fingers and says, "I just had a great idea! You, talking balloon, I'm going to call you... get this... Un Named!! Because who would name a balloon???"

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Rez holsters his pistol and meets up with the others, letting them talk to Tamm.

Having met everyone else, Envar turns his attention to Rez, clearly waiting for Rez to say something. Their eyes lock onto each other in silence. They stare at each other... one second passes... two seconds... their eyes narrow as they eye each other... five seconds... things begin to get awkward... ten seconds...

A full minute passes when Envar bursts into a big smile, throws his arms out and hugs Rez! "Now that was a good talk! I really feel like you touched my soul, lil man!!!"

(Unless Rez resists...) Envar picks Rez up and puts Rez on Envar's shoulders and begins walking towards the arena exit swaying drunkenly left and right as he moves forward.

He doesn't actually hold Rez steady and once he starts walking, he seems to forget Rez is on his shoulders.
@Rez: DC15 reflex save to stay balanced on Envar's shoulders or you fall off but no injuries from falling, except maybe to your ego. Regardless of whether Rez falls off or stays on, Envar keeps walking...

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As he walks, Envar casually states, “While you're here, do you wanna check the place out? My personal tour covers all the hot spots. If you want the VIP treatment, come with me. Just watch out for the space worms - they pop up now and then on the station. If you don't touch them, they'll eventually go away. The ones with three arms and one leg tend to stick around a little longer but they eventually disappear too."

Feel free to say or do anything before I continue. You can take a 10 min rest as you speak with (and follow?) Envar but I believe no one needs it.

Bubbles stands very still for a moment. A balloon? I guess.. whatever makes him happy! But, balloons don't talk! Whatever will I do? I, suppose, I could be quiet for a while... A full three seconds pass. HA!I couldn't do that! The barathu then begins bobbing along behind Envar, trying to mimick the movements of a child's balloon. "Hello, Envar. This is me. Your balloon. We balloons love VIP areas. But also boring areas. Like offices. And computers." He continues to float, slowly pestering. " Would you happen to know anywhere quiet like that? Perhaps you have an office? Or a family member has an office we could go to?"

This guy is drugged out even now, Tchisk thinks to himself. "A tour would be wonderful. Will we get to see the inside of your office?"

Rez is bombarded by a barrage of scents and aromas wafting from Tamm when he comes in for the sloppy hug. Whether it's his cologne, a daliance's perfume, or any number of spices both culinary or hallucinatory, Rez's olfactory senses are tingling. The overload is such that he is taken aback and can't chain words to speak.

Just grin and bear it... befriend the dolt, and with that comes access...

"Now that was a good talk! I really feel like you touched my soul, lil man!!!"

Rez starts to stammer out a reply. "Uh.. ye-!" Before he can get a second syllable out, he's whisked away by Tamm like a child, and absent-mindedly placed on his shoulders.

DC 15 Reflex to maintain balance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

He promptly falls over like a sack of potatoes, crashing to the dirt floor before even reaching the vomitorium of the arena. Pressing himself up from the ground on his elbows, Rez sees his Tamm carry on, talking to at times everyone and no one in particular.

Gods, I hope this is worth it. Rez kips up to his feet, and dusts himself off, catching up with Tamm and the rest of the crew.

So that's the plan. This guy will drive them to the data. That's perfect for now.

The android put his weapon back in its wallet and comes with the others.

"Oh yah, I've got the BEST office in the system! We'll head there now!" says Envar.

Envar leads the party out of the arena and down a hallway to the elevator. A holo-projection of Ilia Tamm pops up in the hallway as you pass, reciting a canned message: “Security is important to Arch Energy. Remember to reset your computer passwords once a week. Use a 16-character password that does not contain any recognizable words or patterns to increase its security.”

Envar rolls his eyes at the projection and sighs, “I told you, Mother, I can’t remember all those letters and numbers. That’s why it’s still— Wait, where’d she go?”

Envar shrugs and walks up to the elevator door and says to you, "We don't let just anyone into the VIP areas." He then swipes his key card through a reader and an apparatus on the wall scans his retina before opening. Envar then clicks his tongue and points finger guns at you all before entering the elevator.

The elevator is composed of gray metal with a glass window through which you can see employees at work as you descend. A holo-projection of Ilia Tamm announces each level as you pass, and a chime sounds as the glass doors slide open to reveal a dimly lit hallway ending in glass double doors emblazoned with a crescent sun and the word “Eclipse.”

Envar steps out of the elevator and beckons you to follow him. As the party approaches the doors, another holo-projection of Ilia Tamm appears and announces, “Your rest cycle and mental health are important to your productivity. Please enjoy your recreation time responsibly during your noncontracted hours.”

You walk through the doors into a small foyer which leads to a large open room furnished with hovering black marble tables and dark-orange leather booths. A semicircular bar occupies most of the eastern wall, its multiple tiers backlit in blue and purple neon where glowing, flaming, and frothing drinks are served. A small holoscreen above the host stand in the foyer broadcasts an image of a scowling shirren in a white chef’s hat accompanied by the text “Chef Ghornak personally endorses Eclipse with a five-nova review!”

Envar spreads his arms out wide and grandly proclaims, "And this.... is my beloved office!!! NO ONE ELSE can claim to have a five-nova office!"

A male android clad in a white suit and orange tie standing behind the podium says, "Welcome to the Eclipse. May I check your coat and weapons?"

Map revealed in the slides.

The android replies simply:

I beg your pardon. We're invited by Envar you know.

Flenn watches Envar, inscrutable behind his armor's helmet and rebreather. He considers this bizarre individual before him, running through a mental catalog of his medical background to try to diagnose what could possibly be going on with this being. Perhaps a drug reaction? Or a side effect of his psionic abilities?

Medicine: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Upon stepping into the office, he walks past the male android without notice, not handing over any of his weapons. "Nice office, Envar."

Oh, in case it wasn't clear, the android meant 'check in' your coat and weapons, as in store them away so that you would be more comfortable in the lounge without having to carry bulky items. The android didn't mean it wanted to 'examine' your possessions. Sorry for the confusion.

Flenn has been observing Envar's behavior and physical condition this entire time. Based on your observations and the fact that Historia-7 mentioned he's got an addiction to transdimensional pesh, you conclude that he's been tripping out since the moment you met him and he's showing no signs of coming down from his high.

"That is some tough security. How depressing. If it were me, I'd have to write down my pass code."

"No one else? Not even your mom? That is definitely elite."

Rez holds a paw up to the male android. "Thanks, but I travel pretty light. No load to take off."

Envar rolls his eyes at the projection and sighs, “I told you, Mother, I can’t remember all those letters and numbers. That’s why it’s still— Wait, where’d she go?”

"That's your mom?" Aazanar asks, feigning surprise. "Seriously? You got a hologram of your mother following you around? And I thought my folks were uptight."

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

A male android clad in a white suit and orange tie standing behind the podium says, "Welcome to the Eclipse. May I check your coat and weapons?"

Aazanar removes his spear and Doshko and hands them to the Android, without even lookin at the man. He neglects to hand over the weapon crystal in his pocket.

"That's your mom?" Aazanar asks, feigning surprise. "Seriously? You got a hologram of your mother following you around? And I thought my folks were uptight."

Envar replies, "What hologram? I dunno what you're smokin' but it must be some gooood stuff! Can I have some?"

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"Nice office, Envar."

Envar says, "I know, right?? Feel free to order anything once we're inside! On me! Well, it's on the corp but same difference!"

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"That is some tough security. How depressing. If it were me, I'd have to write down my pass code."

"No one else? Not even your mom? That is definitely elite."

"This is even better than passcodes! I just need to carry around this card and my eyes! And I can never lose my card, right? Or wait.. I mean my eye! I can never lose my eye! No wait... card...? Meh! At least I don't have to remember passcodes!

"Mother's office? Oh yes, of course she has an office! But look around you! The Eclipse has earned a FIVE nova rating! Have you ever been to a 5 nova establishment? And you're all my very special guests!

"Besides, mother is in her office right now and she always seems annoyed with me. Not like you guys! I'm very perceptive and I KNOW you guys love me! And I totally understand why cuz I love me too!"

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When Flenn walks past the android host, it bows obligingly. In response to Rez, it says, "Very well, sir." To Aazanar, it accepts the spear and doshko and carefully stores it away. It turns to Tchisk and Mec-01 asking, "And would either of you like to check in your coats and weapons?"

Tchisk and Mec-01 can let me know retroactively if you want to check in anything with the android host while you visit the Eclipse Lounge.

As you proceed in, you see an all-android waitstaff and a kasatha bartender catering to customers. The kasatha bartender has two additional cybernetic arms - she mixes and serves drinks to patrons with all six arms. She turns to your group and says, “Welcome back, Mr. Tamm. Everyone, my name is Tolara. Would you care for a cocktail, or perhaps service at our premium gas bar? We carry oxygen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen — whatever suits your pleasure.”

I've moved everyone's tokens up to the bar area. Feel free to move your token elsewhere if you want to explore around.

Bubbles shakes a little to the man. "No weapons here! I am Un Name, the gladiator! No need for weapons for this guy!" The barathu goes up to the bar.. Ooh, tall hairless skittermander! "A round of your purest oxygen, please!"

Can my 24 on medicine give me any other information about transdimensional pesh?

Flenn nods. He removes his helmet and rebreather, revealing his heavily tattooed and pierced face, before saying to the bartender. "Sure, I'll take a whiff of O2, if you wouldn't mind, Tolara. And as far as a cocktail, I'll take an Off-Kilter Ysoki, on the rocks, with a splash o' Veskarium gin mixed in."