Starfinder Society (GM Amsheagar) (Inactive)

Game Master Amsheagar

"Got it."

"Good day. I am seeking someone who recently displayed some special skills. We want to set up a beneficial relationship, not hunt, punish, or stop. Care to talk?" Osuro reaches out to the young man telepathically.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Hopefully that's not too quick . . ..

The boy jumps in shock as he hears voices in his head. "Dad, is that you?" he asks to the air.

"No, but it is someone that wants to help. Do you hack, or does your father?"

The kid pauses in that moment. "Wait... This is a telepath. Get out of my head." he starts thinking of many different things to try and confuse anyone that could be reading his mind. "You won't get my mom's cookie recipe."

The young man looks around. "Show your self you creep!" he yells, since he can't see anyone.

Sorry. Between initial uncertainty about how to proceed, Honey-Do's and board weirdness, this reply has taken far longer than I expected.

"I'm right here." Osuro waves and moves up, switching to vocalization. "Telepathy provides for more privacy, but still requires that I know you are there and that I be close enough to hold the conversation. I didn't mean to scare you. I am looking for someone who lives here and is really good with computers. Do you know who that would be?"

The young man looks at Osuro. "You don't have any manors what so ever. My grandmother, Ceren, always says that people should introduce themselves before starting a conversation if they don't know each other." shaking his head some more. "Not to mention rudely barging into someone's head as if you own the place." looking a little bit upset, he stares at you. "Computers are everywhere and people are typically god with them. They need them for their daily lives." looking at you. "Don't you use a computer Creep?"

"'Should introduce themselves before starting a conversation?'" He leaves the question floating in the air.

The young man nods. "Yep, the one who starts the conversation should introduce himself."

"And who opened their mouth first?"

Having too much fun torturing this child. Somebody should step in.

Nodding, the young man looks at Osuro, "I see that you were indeed raised in a backwater part of the universe. I may have opened my mouth first, but you were the one who started the conversation." dusting off some dirt from his jeans, "Now, Creep, What do you want here?"

"Ah, but you demanded only verbal counted until you wanted to insult me and claim yourself blameless."

The young man picks up a shovel that was laying around. "Get lost creep. I've got work to do." He doesn't turn, he just keeps looking at you Osuro.

Just a fair warning... if I have to use combat in this situation, I'll be using the stats from my level 14 druid... not something that you want.

Everyone else. Now it's your time to shine.

The initial silence of the encounter when Osuro stepped forward gave Isho a momentary pause, but as the conversation went auditory the masked ysoki slowly lowered the hand holding his controller for Pointy and slowly raised his other in a deliberate face palm.

As Osuro turned the frustrated aggression back on the young lad, Isho stapped forwards and between the two, holding up his hands to warn them both back. "Whoa, whoa, clearly we've gotten off on the wrong foot here gents. My name's Isho Ishi, young buck, and I apologize on behalf of my compatriot here. Some of us are still getting used to life here on the Station," he glanced back at Osuro for a moment, though the white mask covered his questioning raised eyebrow. Slowly peeling the white glove off of his clawed hand, Isho continued, "I would offer to shake, but unfortunately touching folks is against my religion. Instead, let me introduce us with this."

Isho activated the implant in his hand, showing the glowing symbol of the Starfinders. "We're on a bit of a schedule here and we're looking to help someone out who may or may not have committed some serious espionage against certain powerful parties on Station. Any chance you know who that is so we can get to them before some mercenary thugs?"

Sighing slightly, the young man shoves the shovel into the group. "About time some civilized people show up." turning to Isho, "My name is Jubair. I am sorry, but I don't know anything about computers."

perception: 1 + 1d20 ⇒ 1 + (11) = 12
sense motive: -2 + 1d20 ⇒ -2 + (18) = 16 really an android who doesn't understand people passes this, wow
I really can't read people that well, but I can tell when someone is a computer nerd. It is okay, I myself am a computer nerd, it takes one to know one.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (14) + 4 + (6) = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"He's lying about his computer knowledge." Osuro silently shares with the team.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Isho sighed, glancing back at Z and Osuro briefly, before turning back to the young man. "Look, kid, you know about us Starfinders right? We aren't big fans of people who beat up the little guy, and I should know cause I am a little guy. Well, physically, I'm a pretty big deal, but I digress. Z here sees you as a fellow nerd, and considering he's a big walking biocomputer I tend to agree with him. Maybe the person we're looking for isn't you, maybe it's the person spying out the window there. Is it your sibling? Maybe your mom or pops? Adopted guardian? We're here to cut a deal with whoever hacked into Bluerise, but we ain't the thug muscle that's probably already on their way neither. You wanna trust a Starfinder or not?"

I should have added "Completely" in that spoiler... Oh well.

Seeing the new person(?) walk into the open, Jubair turns to her."I take it that you're another Starfinders. But as I said, I know nothing about computers."

For those of you who noticed the curtain moving, you see it go still. "I am not a computer nerd. I'm just here, minding my own business, tending to my garden." You can tell that he's a little pissed about the early conversation.

The door opens behind him on the porch. An elderly woman walks out onto to porch. "Is everything alright Ju?"

Turning his head to the elderly woman, Jubair responds "Some Starfinders are hassling me."

tutting, "Non-sense, they look harmless." she turns to the three that she can see. "Why don't you come in." pausing for a moment.

"But grandma. They this one is an uncivilized creep. He doesn't even have the manners to introduce himself before go barging into other peoples heads."

The elderly woman smiles. "Don't worry Jubair."

still smiling she turns continues. "Osuro is harmless." turning back to the group, "Now, before the tea gets cold." she walks into the house.

picking up his shovel, Jubair walks to the door and places it beside it. Before entering he dusts himself off and leaves his boots by the door. "Osuro, don't be a savage, leave your shoes at the door."

Joker is surprised by the mental engagement, though he quickly project a mental idea specifically for his 'guest'.
"I'm not spying, as you can probably read. I just know when to let the others do their job." He comes in for tea anyway.

Super sorry, the Board issues have played hell with my posting.

Nalun finally speaks up after contemplating the situation. He bows to the woman.

Indeed Madame, we would be delighted to join you for tea. and he enters the home.

'Just some Starfinders, Isho muttered to himself under his breath as he took up the controls to Pointy and flew him back over, catching the drone in one hand and hanging it back on the side of his backpack. 'They look harmless.' Isho wasn't harmless, at least he didn't feel harmless. Sure he might not like killing things, or touching people, or people arguing with him, but that didn't mean he was harmless.

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Isho headed towards the door and looked down at the slowly growing pile of shoes. "Ah, it's against my religion," he said, then pointed down at his pristine white-painted leather boots. "They're clean though, I promise."

Walking in, Isho spotted a comfy looking seat slightly out of the way of wear most his companions, the old lady and the lad were milling and eased his way around the group to get to it so no one would accidentally bump into him. Hopping up onto the seat, he looked around. "You probably heard, Missus, that I am Isho Ishi and these are my Starfinder companions. Is there any chance that you happen to be a retired hacking genius who took one wild ride down memory lane the other night? Your grandson is pretty set that he isn't a computer jockey and we really need to find the hacker. They'll be in significant danger pretty soon."

Seeing Isho's reluctances to take off his shoes, Jubair opens a draw and hands him a plastic wrapped pair of booties to go over his shoes. "Please." he says.

The elderly lady sits down in her seat and listens while Isho speaks. "Well, he's right. He knows how to do the common stuff, but He's not like I was."

Joker takes his boots out and enters the house, not saying a word. He lets the talkers do the talking and looks alternatively left and right, in case something appears weird, while having short sips of tea and an occasional cookie.

Isho hesitated when the lad pulled out the plastic booties, but eventually took them with a reticent nod and awkwardly pulled them on while also avoiding touching anyone.

Once he was sitting down and asked his questions, he almost leaped back up again when the elderly woman answered. "Ah, so did you go on a bender or get a flash of inspiration? Because you've taken on half the credits in the station by hacking Bluerise."

Leaning back into her rocker, the elderly lady closes her eyes. After a moment her wizened smile slowly drops and becomes a frown. ”Well, I don’t remember doing any hacking recently. hesently she gets up and goes to an old computer, sitting against the wall.
Dispite it’s age, the computer quickly booted up. She pulls out a cable and plugs it in to an external port on her neck. ”There are some files that I don’t recognise. she does some stuff on the computer.

Getting back up, she turns to the group. ”I’m... she pauses while getting her words together. ”I’m old. And am forgetful sometimes.” she starts to walk back to her seat. ”It turns out that my mind has taken a trip down memory lane and has went on a trip itself.” she is looking worried at this point. ”That won’t work” she mutters to herself.

Turning back to the group, ”You say that your honorable Starfinders. It seems that I may need your help.” she goes into detail that she does in fact have the stolen items but doesn’t remember the act of hacking. In her elder state, she can’t combat the company like she use too in her younger days. She asks if the Starfinder Society could help her disappear in exchange for the files.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Isho watched as the woman slowly made her way around the apartment, frowning under his mask as she jacked herself in to the old computer and silently interfaced with it. She was clearly transferring files, though it was impossible to tell if she was downloading or uploading. Once she had unjacked and turned, Isho let out a bit of a sigh as she admitted what had happened.

"Missus, first of all I would suggest not sleeping while jacked in as a general rule for anyone. Bad things can happen. Second, we are certainly here to help." As she explains what she believes happened, Isho nods politely but internally celebrated that this had been so damn easy.

Once she was finished Isho, nodded more firmly. "We would be happy to help you out of this. In fact, we were sent here by a very important Starfinder who is interested in both the information you have and your skills - I'm sure she would be more than happy to take care of you and any close relatives of yours who the companies might target." Isho glanced pointedly at Jubair. "Once we get you to the Lorespire we should be able to take care of all the necessities, but we really don't have much time. If you have any particular valuables, heirlooms or emotionally important items here we can help you collect them quickly, and then we should head off. We covered our tracks but as I've been saying, the Bluerise companies are fat with creds and if they get you to the Tower they have their own jurisdiction and can do pretty much whatever they want to you and those you care about."

The old woman's talent quickly becomes irrelevant to Osuro, as her declining health and impending problems demand more active empathy.

"Please, grab only the most important things, little enough that you can carry it. We'll retrieve the rest after you and the boy are safe. Your lives are worth more than the keepsakes. Truly."

The elderly lady smiles. "Thank you."

The two go off to collect their most precious belongings. You are told that the best way to keep her safe is to fake her death. To do this, you need a body... somewhat fresh is good, but any old back of meat will do. Luckily, being in the modern era, you know of these buildings that people take their dead to dispose of them. They are called morgues. Some shady coroners will sell you a body to do as you please with it. Alternatively, you can hack into the medical system and change Ceren's records to match a corps. You could try and fool a coroner and claim a body that isn't Ceren's and act like grieving relatives.

That is if you want to try and be sneaky. You can always try and bribe a mortician to file a fake death report. It only costs 100c. No body, no fuss, and nothing to worry about.

That will take care of Ceren's old life. But she will need some new paperwork. No one gets anywhere without the multipass. You will have to reach out to those childhood friends, the one's who didn't take the straight and narrow path that you followed. They might be able to help you.

Need 3 on the last 4

As the old woman, whom is apparently named Ceren, takes Jubair off to begin gathering their belongings and someone checks in with Historia-7 and gets the go ahead for faking her death, Isho opens up his datapad and rolls his neck, cracking it a few times. "Alright, time for some sneaky stuff," he says to no one in particular.

"Might as well start off with the body. Easiest thing is going to be editing some records before we start looking at physical stuff, right? Well, let's see if I can get into some medical records..." Isho started tapping away at the datapad, plugging Pointy in with a small wired adaptor to help with some processor power.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 to hack government system and change body records.

Once he was finished he looked up from his 'pad, picking at one of his back teeth absentmindedly with his gloved finger. "That should probably do it. There's a body down in D3 of the Spire that's got the same genetics on record as Ceren now and it's already headed for the incinerators. Let me see what I can do about a new ID for her and the short one now."

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27 to forge new IDs and medical records.

Since he was already in the medical records of the morgue it was only a quick hop and skip through the connected systems to break into the immigration-related files and set up a Grandmother/Grandson combo who had immigrated in a week ago to see.

"Alright, that's all I can take of here folks. I can probably offer some help with the other stuff but someone else should take point."

profession architect: 7 + 1d20 ⇒ 7 + (5) = 12 that's not dangerous right? Unless the injury rate on that job is high. And Data can't teach them anyhow.

Isho was able to easily hack into the governmental computers, bypassing the outdated software designed to keep honest people out. He killed Ceren... or have it seem like she had died. But, that body is going to be burning so. Soooo, all is well on that end. He fixed her up with a new identity. She will keep her old name, but a new last name of Shinsei to celebrate her new life.

She's not out of the woods yet. She still needs contacts and a job. Don't want the old lady to starve now do we?

Joker feels he is not quite helpful with the options discussed, so he steps aside. Most he can do is help one of the others do the more tedious job, like introducing data, do the photocopies or bringing up some coffee.

Does Help Ally still exist here?

Bluff 7/Culture 6/Disguise 3, Diplomacy 7

Osuro sets about helping Ceren and the boy look like someone else. He starts with the easy part, altering their clothing and hair cuts to obviously be from somewhere . . . else.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

And the dice don't like nobody.

My order... she might do well to focus on the Balance. I will place some calls. Nalun says as he turns away to make vidcalls.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Oh. Wow. IS there assist ally? Because if so...

Nalun begins making calls to various members of his Order, attempting to find someone to take in the now indigent Ceren.

Just checked. Aid Ally is still in the rules. So 10+ assists your allies.

Joker tries to help Nalun by taking notes and organising data, something an android is quite used to. Basically, a personal assistant.

Diplomacy, Aid Ally: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

However, it's been a while since he last did paper job, and he's a bit rusty...

Feck!

Data not being good at diplomacy will try anyway, after all he is just helping diplomacy aid: -1 + 1d20 ⇒ -1 + (17) = 16

And being and Android he is hard to read bluff: -1 + 1d20 ⇒ -1 + (5) = 4 does the dc lower by 2 cause he is flat affected, dc to sense motive me is increased by 2 and bluff is opposed by sense motive. He is going for the first bluff at the top

You all can try two more times before I will have to call it. Though, there are penalties for failures... Just to be warned.

As his fellows began reporting in their... mediocre successes in establishing the background elements of the new lives Isho had developed for Ceren and Jubair, Isho realized he was going to possibly get his hands dirty to help out and get things done.

Putting his skills to work, Isho hunted down some easy-to-manipulate cultural traditions to reconfigure the pair with traditional Maka-la'ki Kahuani facial paint.

Attempt 1: Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 to establish their new faces.

Unhappy with their efforts to recreate the facepaints he showed them, he made them wash it off and more thoroughly directed them through the same process.

Attempt 2: Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 to establish their new faces.

All of you were busy as Ceren and her grandson gathered their items. You guys were sent away after an hour of your work and some of you had to leave to talk to your contacts. You were smart enough to set up a meeting time in six hours at Jarembe Park.

As you arrive, you see a band of thugs approaching Ceren. You can tell that this might not turn out well.

Init Round 1
Players (except Data Z)
GM
Data Z

You guys are up first, How will you handle the three thugs? The map will be up in about 10 minutes. Place yourself on it how you see fit. Map is up

Placed Data in his starting position. By the way, I see 4 on the map.

the Gray bordered one is Ceren... The one you're helping.

Isho wrinkled his nose as he surveyed the scene in front of him. The first thing he noted was that while Ceren was surrounded, young Jubair was nowhere to be seen which was either good or very bad. The other thing was that there were only three toughs and, as far as he could tell, they didn't have backup.

Striding forward, Isho cleared his throat as he manipulated his custome 'pad to send Pointy flying up high. "Hey, you, leave that lady alone," he called out. Yeah, that'll show them Ishi. Of course, what he really wanted was the toughs to turn and give him a good look at their faces and uniforms - were they stupid enough to wear some Corporate IDs or a corporate logo? Even just a logo would let him and the Starfinder know who was after Ceren.

You don't know they are. But you can tell that they are not here to drink some of her tea. Give me an intimidation check

Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11 Roar am a Lionman not a Ratman.

Joker is not a good intimidator, nor is he a good negotiator. But there's a thing that Joker can do Hellishly well, and he's doing it now.

Hiding 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

From this spot, he can see withouut being noticed, and if there's any problem the thug won't know what hit him.

Joke, you get the sense that they are quite aware of your presence before you go to hide. But, you get the sense that they are not really paying too much attention.

That is enough for Joker to catch them off guard if they try anything mean. Insert evil laughter here.

Nalun strides forward. Good beings. It would be wise for you to carry on your way. Know that we seek not trouble, nor to upset the Balance, but violence is not unknown to us.

Diplomacy?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 If that's more of an intimidate, my mod is +3