Elai continues to lay down fire
Elai, your gun jams.
The goblins go for Heavy.
Plenty of guns on the dead guys. *You* go get one, shouts Chkchka.
Arthur seeing that quantity is at least is having some effect continues to fire bullets as fast as he can at the goblins. Were these people joking with each other?
Elai smiles for drone, (hey I assume it's recording), drops her gun and poses dramatically as her antannae twich and arc electricity to a goblin
"Anyone ever tell you you scream a lot?" says Iamb to Heavy.
And another goblin goes down.
Checking morale:
And the goblins start to move out, figuring that their lives weren't worth the four that lost theirs. They shoot two more volleys of lasers and then leave the cantina.
As the Goblins leave, Iamb immediately and subconsciously reloads his rifle. As he does, he will look at the bartender and say "Does this sort of thing happen often here?"
Chkchka knows that it might be in poor taste, but after the rest of the goblins leave, che goes over and starts scavenging from the corpses, desperate for supplies. Che throws one of the junk lasers to the Thri-Kreen.
They have some cred sticks on them, each numbering about 250 credits.
Cool. Adding to sheet.
Arthur ducks down behind cover and starts reloading... they just might come back with more friends he thinks to himself. He cal out "Everybory who is not a goblin going to make it?"
"That was odd." says Iamb as he stows his rifle, then also starts looting the Goblin corpses.
Responding to Iamb, who has joined cher in looting, Chkchka says Goblins are always odd, I think. They seem to have no fear of death... or rather, to value chaos more than they fear death.
Do you think that anyone would buy these Goblin boots, or should we just incinerate the rest? ... or, will the station authorities need to be called? I am not familiar with the procedure.
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Glory "holsters" the heavy weapon - shelets her cannon hang from the strap to her back- as she scans the place and jogs to the fallen gobbos.
"How can you be so damn calm?" says the heavy weapons operator as she grabs a gobbo pistol and its ammo "Gobbos aren't stupid... Well, they aren't so stupid to simply start a shoot out in a Cantina for no damn reason"
Holstering the gobbo pistol in her belt she stands up and readies the cannon again "They probably were an advanced force, part of a Scro strike squad for sure. So you guys who got the balls to stand and fire back can either make a run for the closest... "Unoccupied" and "Uncaptained" starship so we can escape this orbiting Scro deathtrap, or we can secure the perimeter, arm defensed and make sure no damn greenskin takes us out."
Heavy stands there, looking at the others with a mix of fear, excitement and eagerness.
"Whatever you guys decide to do, I'm Heavy and I'm in. Against the Green Menacr we stand united. HOO-AAH!"
"Alright, that's it," said the bartender. "I've had enough. The six of you, get out."
Are you certain that they are not stupid? In my experience...
Chkchka trails off, realizing that the woman is paranoid, not philosophical. However, perhaps she was right to be? This was an area of space that che was not familiar with. Were there rampaging, smart goblins here?
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Chkchka looks up at the bartender and sees that che has been included in the number of people that have been asked to leave. However unfair, che realizes che will have no luck protesting, and must seek work elsewhere. Dejectedly, che heads for the door.
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Heavy shrugs as the ungrateful bartender tells them to leave "No need to thank us for saving your watered-down-liquour serving cantina. You are welcome" she says before flipping the bird and walking outside with a wide smile, only stopping to checking if the goblins are truly dead -with the tried and true method of gently kicking them in the ribs-
Once outside she rests against a wall and starts going through her cargo trousers' many pouches "Dammit, I must have left my cigarettes at the ship... now I really don't feel bad for the toilet trap."
"So, are you all a group or something? Because I've seen squads less effective than you are, and with less magical hocus pocus, mind you." she asks the others as they exit while toying with the goblin gun. "The offer still stands in any case, my last crew ditched me here without a word."
Elai takes the time to unjam her weapon, now combat is over. "Well, I am currently looking for work, it's easier to find it as a team."
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Stik-Tik and his drone gather back up, he quickly retrives his knife and goes to grab one of the dropped junk-blasters. I wonder if I could make my own pistol, using the basic parts of this and several other weapons... Hmm... his drone beeps and takes the blaster from him. I'll need something that doesn't explode to put in your rig after all! he says to the drone. He then turns to the others. Greetings! I am Stik-Tik, this is my drone... She has yet to pick a name. I am so sorry I could not be more help, I have no pistols...
"I'm looking for my brothers, and I don't know any of you at all." says Iamb.
He starts to walk away, thinks for a moment, and then returns and says "Okay, how about this: I don't really have any leads on my brothers at the moment, and I could use the bits, so what say we find some mercenary work?"
After being tossed out, the six of you are left on the concourse. Nothing to do here but to look for work. After the mess you "caused" people just walk by you without any care. Iamb's suggestion about finding mercenary work is on the table. Stik-Tik still doesn't have a gun, and it's not too soon that station security will be there to handle the clean up. Oh, and Chkchka has all the goblin's cred sticks.
Elai shrugs, and hands the 'kreen her automatic, "You have a trustworthy face, if we part ways I want it back, in the meantime I have other abilities I can use. I'm happy to have an accord to work together, at least until something better comes up. No strings, eh?" Elai smiles at the others.
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Heavy shows the group a wide smile that might have been cute if he weren't covered in dirt and carrying an oversized weapon.
"Yay! New Squad! Now 98% Scro free!" she says with a little celebration dance "And I have some theories about what we'll find if we track the gobbos, wanna hear them? No no no, even better, I'll keep them to myself and watch your surprise faces when they prove to be true."
Glory walks closer to Stik-Tik and gets slightly distracted by the drone before speaking "Now I don't mind you plugging into the security system but the Station's Security Corps -who I can't confirm are good guys or green guys- probably wouldn't appreciate it... so how about we all move to a quieter, less visible, preferably bunkered position so you can do it? That or we can simply walk around following their chaos and destruction trail, but your idea seems smarter and less likely to get me shot. And I appreciate not getting shot, Stik-Techie!"
Um... if I might suggest... salvage work is more interesting. Still risky, mind you, but with less people shooting at you. That might be another good idea, if you are amenable.
I suppose the Goblins might have a starship, which if we could obtain, would make us much more employable... but we should not just go in and murder them. That would be wrong. First, we find a group to hire us to protect people from them. Then, if they die during the course of the mission, it is a tragedy, but not wrong. This is human morality, correct? So, we find someone who wants to take out the goblins. The station authorities, perhaps, or do you have guilds here that might be threatened by their actions? Then we say we are willing to take the job for a reasonable price. Is that not how it works here in this area of space?
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Stik takes the automatic and makes sure it's loaded, quickly switching the safety on when he does. The drone hovers a foot above his head, it's camera spinning... No indication it's recording. Stik slides the automatic into a belt slot and turns to glory. We can go to the security, but it will take time for them to access records and do it all manually. Bring me to a terminal and I can get root access, skipping the paperwork and accessing the system directly. It's just a simple task of then following the goblins through the camera system... Once we locate their ship we can either take care if it ourselves or go to the security and let them know where they are... But once again there is much paperwork and the process will take time.
There is a good chance the Goblin will try to leave, we need to stop them before they do
"Well I don't want to get tangled up in any paperwork skipping activities but I'll have a word the local security forces. Most likely space goblins or from out of system. Although it's not impossible the Goblinoids of Eberron are some of the most reasonable running around the galaxy it seems."
"I should be able to get across the truth of the matter that we were merely defending ourselves and an actual bounty would avoid any legal ramifications. I know legal lines can get a bit blurry in interstellar void but we are still in orbit and I don't intend to get a bounty on my head."
"There's a bit more nuance to it than get hired and happen to kill them, it depends on the type of work and area but I doubt those guys have been too mindful of the local ordinances."
"As for teaming up, if we can find legal work I am up for it. If we are hired for protection work and happen to salvage some gear after fending off some enemies that's fine by me. My name is Arthur d'Cannith, Lord but thats an honorific granted by the accords."
Ah, yes, introductions. Hello Arthur. I am Chkchka, but you may call me Ka if you like. I have noticed that humans prefer short names.
Please do not call me Chuck. I do not like that name. Either call me Ch-k-ch-ka, like that, four syllables, or call me Ka.
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Stik turns to Chkchka and bows.
Then turning to the human. I have heard that goblins cause trouble everywhere. They are not native to Athas so I wouldn't know... But I do know criminals don't stay in one place too long. If we wish to catch the goblin we must be quick. I can contact security from a console as easily as I can the access their cameras. Infact, my custom Rig is a Com-unit... As well as implanted in my head.
The Thri-kreen indicates a plate of metal on the side of his head, where the ear would be on others species.
Iamb is about to introduce himself when a large floating billboard proclaiming Deathbowl's five greatest matches! Watch now! and a picture of him and a couple of other men with a strong familiar resemblance fighting a group of what appear to be minotaurs across a blasted urban landscape. The footage is clearly a few years old, but that is definitely him.
As it is floating behind him, Iamb will say "I am Iamb. Nice to meet you all."
Everyone roll culture checks.
This is to recognize Iamb.
Arthur listens to the group. "Well I'm not going to stop you trying to contact them if you like, I have no objection to that." He looked about, wondering how long it would be for security to arrive, if they did, if they didn't this part of the station was a lot rougher than he had originally anticipated.
"Pleasure to meet you all, I'm Elai."
You see security arrive. They come wearing light armor, and one is even a Solarian -- as you notice his stellar blade in his hand.
Arthur and Chkchka pass their culture checks to recognize Iamb. Elai hasn't. But she's an icon herself, so everyone, also I need culture checks to recognize Elai.
Arthur will approach the guards as they approach. "Greetings gentlemen, ladies and differently gendered respectable sentient creatures. I am Lord Arthur d'Cannith. Myself and the others you see here were in the establishment when these Goblins attacked seemingly randomly. I am quite willing to give a statement and co operate. The others and myself did discharge firearms and use magical means in defense against the goblins but ceased as soon as these goblins retreated."
Arthur is quite willing to elaborate more if they wish, he's rather keen on leaving the local constabulary with a good impression as it may well make things far easier in the long run and nip problems in the bud.
Culture (Elai): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
[dice=Cultures (other member of team Icon)]1d20+4
Glory tries her best to look unconspicuous when Security arrives.
Culture Untrained Iamb: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14
Culture Untrained Elai: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
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Stik-Tik doesn't mention anything. If he really wanted to know he'd just look it up later.
He quickly uses his Comlink to access the other's. If you don't mind, I'm making sure our com-units are all linked. If we want to be a team might as well make sure we can communicate with each other... he doesn't say anything to the security...
Elai... you remind me of something. Where would I have seen you before?
"I don't have a commlink. Mine broke the first week I was on Athas, and I had to use it's parts on the ship I found."
Elai allows Stik-Tik to sync up comlink frequencies.