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

Game Master bigboom

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A quite charismatic Ysoki steps forward. "The name's Nole. I can help you shake off wounds before they become more than just bruises. Other than that, I like my big gun. I'm looking forward to working with you all."

A non-sexuated android, with yellow lights under dark synthskin, enters, a knife and a pistol on its hips, and several kits on its belt.
It wears simple light armor, carries a backpack and a coil of cable, and a clear spindle aeon stone spins lazily above its head.

"Greetings Nole. Greetings all. I am Prototype Android & Nanite Genesis Enterprise - Akiton PANGEA Delta model serial #101218-704, recently created on Akiton. I have decided to serve with the Acquisitives of the Starfinder Society as per the long standing link between them and PANGEA."
Pangea sends a little info' package to everyone's comm' unit.
"I am an avid archeologist, and thus love to explore ancient sites. So I can help you brush sand away, clear foliage, make imprints..."

Kitted out for colder climes and carrying a backpack loaded with gear, the lashunta was evidently prepared for an extended trip. Lean, but aged, Rin Jabo was clearly a pilot and a man of action and had spent his time in active pursuits. Tactical baton was stowed at his hip, along with a tactical pistol and several mags at easy reach. He listened carefully to the android and Ysoki, nodding to each in turn.

Turning to Nole, "Well who doesn't like a big gun in these days my friend. Nice to meet you and I look forward to only bruises.". Waving away the literature virtually, Rin had a more quizzical look. "That's a lot to take in for my head, what do you prefer to be called 704, Delta or Pangea?"

A 5'6 human clad in counselor clothes, and wearing a steel Holy Symbol of Sarenrae stands to the side of the door. He grasping his battlestaff in his left hand, he stands quietly as each individual speaks. Once the others have finished, he says..."I am called Tolmu. I am a Counselor and a Mystic of the Great Goddess, Sarenrae. I am pleased to join you all on this mission today."

Smiling at Rin Jabo: "I would rather not be named, 704, so impersonal. Pangea or Delta is fine for me. Thank you for asking. And you are?"

Nodding to Tolmu: "Greetings, Tolmu! And may Sarenrae's light be upon us. As I hope Triune's Coding will open our way."

Whispering to Rin Jabo: "What kind of Counselor is he? Like a camp counselor, or to help with our mental help after the mission, or is he some kind of big shot who runs a planet: Counselor Tolmu of Castrovel?"

"Oh great. A Sarenite. Just what I needed. Hope I don't STEAL you job or anything. Last mystic I worked with got ANGRY I kept healing people before they could. Ridiculous."

Nole stands upright, suddenly realizing the thoughts were coming out of his mouth. "My apologies. I shouldn't be saying stuff like that. Though I may think little of those who need to worship something to be good, the world IS a better place for it. And a better world is in need of innovation. After all, I am a salesman, inventor, and philanthropist. In fact, my sister, Tess, is working on a new form of transport. She calls it a TESLA, or Tess' Electrical, Skybound, Legal Automobile. Anybody wanna buy one? They're only 70% legal!"

Pangea raises an eyebrow, thinking that by my computations, that makes it at least 30% illegal. His sister must be interesting.

Smiling back to Pangea, Rin whispers back "Rin Jabo is my name. Just call me Rin though, Jabo was the neighbor's name and when I boosted my first grav sled, I thought it a better moniker than my own if you know what I mean." Continuing on, "Never got much church out my way, so I'm just guessing he's a mental health kind."

Waving to the Tolmu, Rin stands as well and extends a hand. "Nice to meet you Counselor. Always glad to have a man of the faith along, people seem to think they need a little faith when I'm piloting."

"Like all of you, I am here to help in any way that I can."

Still need Nole Musk to update his character sheet and both Nole Musk and Gamuzali to fill out their info on slides #2 and #3. But let's go ahead and get the briefing and questions started!

You find yourselves in a Lorespire Complex waiting area when an administrative staff member enters the room and says, "The Venture Captain is ready to see you now." He leads to you to the Lorespire Archive and ushers you in. The efficient hum of machinery fills the Archive’s Cortex. Projected images and text flit across multiple screens positioned around a raised swivel chair occupied by Historia-7, leader of the Dataphiles. Historia-7 swipes a finger to clear the feed and speaks without preamble.

“My sources indicate that you are the most efficient and capable team the Starfinder Society currently has for my mission. I sincerely hope you do not prove this claim erroneous. I recently detected a discrepancy in the Society’s data logs. As you may be aware, my primary objective has been decoding information regarding the Scoured Stars incident. Before the incident, my predecessor, Historia-6, and other Society members extensively investigated several corporations as well as the Scoured Stars system. Much of their knowledge was lost to us. A recent ally, a skilled hacker named Ceren, uncovered multiple data links from what remains of my predecessor’s research leading back to a corporation known as the Arch Energy Consortium. When I compared these findings to our records, I found no mention of this corporation, and all data related to Arch Energy Consortium was somehow deleted from our records. My worst-case scenario is being realized: our data has been tampered with.”

Historia-7 unhooks the neural cables from her neck and massages the attachment sites. “I require additional information about this corporation. Arch Energy’s CEO, Ilia Tamm, has enough security resources and paranoia at her disposal to make a direct infiltration inadvisable. The weak link in this proverbial firewall is her son, Envar Tamm. His proclivities make him very suggestible, and I hypothesize that resourceful individuals could convince him to provide the information I seek."

Historia-7 touches a control and an image flickers up on the screens.

“Envar routinely attends gladiatorial fights on Arch Energy’s corporate space station, Brilliance. It will take you some time to reach Brilliance from here. During your journey, I want you to create false identities. Meanwhile, I’ll make sure that you’re entered into one of these gladiatorial matches as contestants. From there, you’ll need to get Envar to grant you access to his mother’s computer records. Acquire any data related to the corporation’s board of directors. Above all, this mission demands subtlety, as Envar has quite the media presence.

"For this mission, you may choose either a Drake or Pegasus starship for your journey to Brilliance but remember, avoiding discovery is key. Now, are there any questions?”

Images unmasked on the slides!

"Greetings, Venture Captain. Efficient and capable I am sure we are, but, gladiators... though I love oil baths, I am not sure I am a great gladiator. However we shall work something out.
Do you have any more information on Arch Energy, Brilliance, and the Tamm family, namely Ilia and Envar?"

To its companions, Delta says that: "Personally, I prefer the more maneuverable and fast Pegasus frame..."

"Yes, I'll share with you what I know." Says Historia-7.

“Arch Energy is a minor subsidiary of Resurgent Technologies, which is a larger Aballon-based corporation. Analysis of Arch Energy’s finances suggests its CEO wants to keep it that way. Ilia Tamm has made multiple business decisions over past fiscal cycles that stunt company growth. I therefore conclude that the company is a front—for what, exactly, I don’t know. I suspect that Resurgent Technologies is still unaware of this.

"As for Envar, my research led me to discover that Envar has an addiction to transdimensional pesh, and while he’s impaired he may be highly suggestible. Additionally, Arch Energy PR constantly edits his info feed, suggesting he may already be prone to leaking sensitive information to the infosphere. This is an unenviable task, and I fully intend to ensure that Envar receives the help he needs—after we get our data.”

A smallish, but powerfully built vesk follows the other Starfinders from the waiting area into the Archives to receive the briefing from Historia-7. He remains toward the back of the group until the Dataphiles leader completes her initial discussion of the mission, then steps forward. "I, for one, will take my place in the gladiatorial ring, and show that Gamuzali the Light-Spider is a worthy combatant for any who might stand against him." He pauses a moment in consideration, the continues, "Though I understand that I will fight under a different name in order to maintain the clandestine nature of our mission."

The vesk agrees with Delta that, though the firepower of the Drake-class ship's weaponry is impressive, the Pegasus is a highly capable ship due to its maneuverability and technical systems.

"What can you tell us of the boy's media presence? Is he some sort of...party-boy?" the vesk asks with a look of disgust plainly written across his reptilian features.

"May we get some pesh to feed his craving?"

I'll get stats here hopefully by the end of the day tomorrow. Busy day today. And, well, the weekend too.

"Did you just ask a venture captain for drugs? What on earth has this world come to. We can just get some the normal way, I know a few...." Once again, the Ysoki finally relizes he's speaking aloud and adjusts his frame.

"Gladitorial combat, you say. I have to say I'm not too good at being flashy, but I can definitely rile up a crowd if needed. I have no preference for the ship, just that I get either the science officer seat or the captain's chair. After all, I am a natural born leader and brainiac!"

”I love the Pegasus Frame, perfect for the old get in quiet routine.”. Rin pauses to think further, considering his words for the Venture Captain and his companions.

”What style is the gladiator combat? We have a few toughs here,” nodding to his compatriots, ”but should we have anything prepared? Guns, swords, what’s the tally on the fight?”

Understood Nole. In the meantime, we'll keep proceeding until we get to a point that requires some rolls.

Replying to Gamuzali, Historia-7 says, "Yes, indeed. Billionaire drug-addict party-boy would be a blunt but accurate label describing Envar."

Facing Pangea, Historia-7 says, "You may if you wish. There are a variety of thugs, drug dealers and medical distributors (licensed and unlicensed) here on Absalom station from whom you can purchase drugs from - legally and illegally. I would, of course, suggest you do not break the law and get yourself thrown in prison. At least, not until after you've completed my mission."

Then she turns to Rin and closes her eyes momentarily, during which you can see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids. Her eyes opens again and she replies to Flenn, "Based upon the data of millions of arena matches stored in the archives, it appears anything goes. There are occasional 'specials' where specific rules apply. But by-and-large, contestants may bring whatever their resources allow. Non-sentient participants, such as beasts or monsters will, of course, use whatever natural abilities they possess to kill (and usually devour) their opponents."

Historia-7 blinks, then adds emotionlessly, "Try not to get devoured. That would not be conducive towards completing your mission.

"Any other questions?"

"Should we end up being discovered, will the Society assist in our recovery or defense?"

"If you're talking about that event in the Downlow, I was not thrown in prison as much as infiltrating the penal system..."

Pangea shuffles its feet and is ready to go.

Addressing Tolmu's question, Historia-7 says, "As always, should any member of your team be caught or killed, the Starfinders will disavow all knowledge of your actions."

Historia-7 falls silent and blinks a few times. Then in her usual monotone voice devoid of any emotion, she says, "Curious. You did not laugh. That was a joke. Zigvigix said I should introduce more humor into my interactions.

"The Pegasus will be ready to depart once you are. Good luck Starfinders. And just one more reminder - please try not to fail."

On that note, she turns her attention back to the various monitors and data feeds which spring back to life.

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At this point, feel free to make any purchases and please slot your boons if you haven't already. This scenario is associated with the Dataphiles faction and there is starship combat so slot those starship boons if you have any. In addition, if you have the 'AbadarCorp Annoyance' boon from '1-02 Fugitive on the Red Planet' then I encourage you to slot it.

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Everyone may also roll Culture to recall knowledge or Diplomacy to gather information about Envar Tamm:

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And lastly, I'll need everyone to obscure their identity. I'll need one roll for each PC. No assisting is allowed. This is done with either a Computers check to create a false identity or a Disguise check to alter your appearance.

Any PC can do the check for someone else but for each person beyond the first will take a cumulative -2 penalty. For example, Rin Jabo can roll Computers for himself and Gamuzali with no penalty. But if he then rolls for Tolmu, then it will be at a -2. If Rin Jabo then rolls again for Pangea Delta, then it will be at a -4.

So everyone, please describe your newly created false identity or how your appearance is being altered, then give me the relevant Computer or Disguise roll!

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Tolmu will purchase a Disguise Kit for someone to make him look like an old man with white hair/beard. He does not have a CHA modifier or the skill himself.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Sounds like Tamm is a piece of work," Gamuzali reports to his fellow Starfinders after going out to procure some supplies to obscure his identity. "Typical spoiled brat that was handed a job by his mother. Never had to earn a thing in his life. Should be easy enough to get on his good side if we can put on a good show in the ring, though."

As he talks, he begins unpacking a disguise kit and sets about changing his appearance. The bulk of his effort is spent on applying a spray-on scale varnish that changes his unusual, pale white scales to the more traditional bright greens and reds of his species. He finishes off the changes to his physical appearance by attaching a set of prosthetic spikes over his own, changing the appearance of their pattern.

He then dons a newly purchased reconfigurable outfit and tests out the various selections to make sure they all fit appropriately.

Purchasing a Disguise Kit and Reconfigurable Clothing
The Reconfigurable Clothing contains the following options: Athletic Clothing, Professional Clothing, Uniform Clothing, Party Clothing, and Environmental Clothing (Zero G). Total cost of the reconfigurable clothing is 130cr.

Disguise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

He also assists Tolmu with putting together a disguise.

Disguise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Pangea tries to sift the useless trivia dumped into its memory banks.
Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
And shares all it finds with its comrades.
First two spoilers opened. On my phone so not super RP sorry, please read the spoilers
Pangea will then work away on its computer, to use social media and forums to create a fake persona called The Weapon Meister, a secretive android that makes special weapons and augments for underground gladiator fights - lethal ones.
Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
I can use my Computers of +9 to help others (at +7 etc.)
Can I try to aid Tolmu with his disguise?
I have my fail-ed answer!
Disguise: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Nope, assisting is not allowed for this check.

So far we have a 7 for Gamuzali, 8 for Tolmu, and 20 for Pangea.

"Pangea? No... the Weapon-Meister!"

Pulling out his data terminal, Rin begins to work on his electronic profile. Hmm, architect or gunslinger. Yeah definitely not gunslinger

”I’m thinking I’m going with a cargo inspector and quarantine officer. Wish me luck.

Computer Use: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Damn, that’s not the page I wanted.

While waiting on Nole to come up to speed, has everyone else slotted your boons? Please note them either on slide #2 or on your character sheets.

Regarding the disguises, we have a 7 for Gamuzali, 8 for Tolmu, 20 for Pangea and 10 for Rin Jabo.

Boons on my character sheet. Not much, though

Same here. Just my faction boon for this one.

Those rolls are pretty sad. Don't think this one is going to go well.

Believe I'm all set. Sorry for the wait. I'll just be slotting my faction boon as well. Don't have any others.

"You all look like a bunch of newbies! Here, watch this. I just flip my name backwards and put on a show of smarts and BOOM! My new persona. Elon Musk! Genius who sells TESLAs. Haha!"

Computers with Expertise: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 5 + (4) = 19

Those rolls are pretty sad. Don't think this one is going to go well.

It's fine. Everything's fine.... muahahaha.... <GM steeples his fingers evilly>

7 for Gamuzali, 8 for Tolmu, 20 for Pangea, 10 for Rin Jabo and 19 for Nole

After 1d6 ⇒ 4 days of Drift travel, during which you perfect your disguises, you arrive at Brilliance Station.

Upon arrival, a female korasha lashunta customs officer records your names and images on her computer. "Let's see... Old Man Whitebeard... Unnamed Vesk... Whipped Miser... Caar Goe Office... and eLawn Musky... Yessss... Okay, got it!"

Looking at her screen, she does a double take as it flashes ominously. "Oh hey!! I see! You guys are gladiators!" She glances at her watch. "Oh my! Come with me immediately please!!" She motions to four other colleagues who moves to join you and the five of them rush you through the station, yelling at people to move aside and practically knocking down anyone who gets in the way. If it weren't for not knowing why you were in such a rush, you'd feel like a group of VIPs! They lead you down some hallways, through a few doors and finally to a massive metal door which they quickly usher you through. Yep, you're in an arena!!

The ceiling of the auditorium is made of artificial transparent sapphire, providing a stunning view of space. The nearby sun blazes against a backdrop of inky space through the transparent ceiling of the arena. The glare obscures the faces of the roaring crowd crammed into bleachers towering above the floor. Overhead, six suspended holoscreens loop images of the arena. Metal pillars rise like jagged teeth from the bloodstained arena floor, and an announcer’s voice booms, “Are you ready for some carnage?” The crowd echoes the refrain as the silver metal door to the east grinds open.

The customs officer explains, "You've been matched up against some kind of alien creature imported at the request of Envar himself. And...uh... sorry about the rush. You see, Envar is a bit impatient and he really wanted to see this creature tear into some people like yesterday, sooooo yah."

Then the big metal arena entrance door comes slamming down, shutting you off from the direction you entered through.

As you're about to turn around and see what kind of creature you'll be facing in the arena, you hear a knocking sound on the now-closed entrance door as you hear the officer shouting through the thick metal, "By the way, what is your team's name?!?? What do you call yourselves???"

Somebody give me a name for your gladiator team. And after your character gives that team name...

They respond, "Okay, good luck and try to last longer than what the bookies are estimating... which is 30 seconds. Huh? What's that?" You hear her colleagues mumbling something to her and then she yells out again through the door, "Oh! Uh...15 seconds!!!"

At the other end of the arena, a team of two male korasha lashuntas and a female vesk armed with stun guns guides a harnessed and chained creature through the metal door at the north end of the arena. The group latches the harness clips onto either side of the door before hastily retreating. Presumably, once they're far enough away at a safe distance, the beast will be released. (Image of creature unmasked in slides.)

In fine gladiator fashion, you have the opportunity to play up to the crowd. You have four rounds (24 seconds) before combat begins. During this time, each character can attempt one Acrobatics or Athletics check to interact with a feature of the arena to impress the crowd. Or you can perform a Charisma-based check to fire them up. Alternatively, you can opt to try something during combat rather than before.

Describe what you're doing, then make your roll. Doing something creative, cool, and/or cinematic will get you a bonus. If you'd rather wait till you're in combat, just say you'll wait and once everyone's ready, the bloodshed will begin!

Note also that you've got four rounds before the battle begins, so if you want to do any prep (such as drawing your weapons, applying buffs, etc.) then you may do so.

Tolmu calls out loudly.."Oh Great Goddess, Sarenrae, bless my staff with your holy might so these fine people can see your power though my might blows!!!"...then casts Token Spell to cast Light on his battle staff...."See! Sarenrae answers! You are all witnesses to her POWER!!!"

Not sure if that's a Culture, Diplomacy, or (I hope not) Bluff.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 9

NOTE: Tolmu will primarily be using his Laser Pistol(Azimuth). He also has: Divine Blessing(Sarenrae): first fire effect each round does 1/2 fire and 1/2 holy, and Mystic Strike: Your melee and ranged attacks count as magic for the purposes of bypassing damage reduction and other situations, such as attacking incorporeal creatures.

Thinking of some old gladiator film it has uploaded in its memory, Delta mumbles: "We are Spartacus... I am Spartacus. I AM SPARTACUS!'

Its knees starting to shake when it sees such a giant of a beast, Pangea mumbles: "I'm the Weapon-Meister, I help other people fight, boosting their weapons... I don't fight myself."
Then, knowing the mission must be accomplished, Pangea gets bolder, and starts to perform back flips and cartwheels, calling out: "I am the Weapon-Meister! I AM A WEAPON!"
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
While doing this display, Pangea tosses its knife from hand to hand, at the top of a cartwheel... then at the "bottom" of a backflip...
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
"I AM THE WEAPON-MEISTER, I AM A WEAPON!"
We have one roll only, right? So maybe take the worse of the two but get some bonus for trying for showmanship?

While doing so, it tries to know what we will be fighting.
Life Science ID: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Pangea will take out its pistol, to carry it one hand, the knife in the other.

And finally the android bows to the crowd, trying to locate the boss, to face him and call out: ""Hail, Envar, those who are about to die salute you!"

Can we Aid Another during these rounds?

Sure, feel free to assist with this one!

Delta will jump up and down, and grab legs to give a push, or boost people...
people can use and roll for my +8 acrobatics for an Aid Another - 1/time in the 3 rounds left after I acted?

Yup, with 4 rounds worth of time, after your own action, you're free to assist up to 3 times.

Delta tries to help here and there and over there...
Three can choose whichever Aid Another attempt they want then check the spoiler

I'm going to guess that, since we're acting in rounds and we can see the enemy we're about to face, that means I could enter stellar attunement and get my solar weapon going. Let me know if you'd disagree with that in some way, GM.

Gamuzali's reptilian face spreads into a wide, toothy grin as he sees the beast set to be his opponent for the gladiatorial match. He closes his eyes, then, and crosses his arms across his chest. Slowly, his dark purple stellar mote drifts down from its orbit around his head and comes to rest on his crossed arms.

Suddenly, Gamuzali opens his eyes and extends his left arm down at his side, powering up his thunderstrike pulse gauntlet, which lets out a deep hum of sonic energy. He then extends his right arm in the same way, and the light of his stellar mote grows around his bare, clawed hand. The claws, limned with dark stellar energy, extend and appear even sharper than before, until they seem to rival the frightful presence of even the beast the vesk is about to face!

With a final, reptilian roar, both the claws and the pulse gauntlet are enveloped in dark fire, and Gamuzali looks to the crowd for their approval!

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Move action to "draw" solar weapon in photon attunement, move action to activate Plasma Sheath revelation. All melee attacks now deal +1 fire damage, as well as +1 damage from photon attunement.
Current attunement: 1 photon attunement point (+1 insight bonus to damage rolls)

Pangea, it'll actually be a Mysticism roll to identify this creature. I'm going to take your roll of 19 and add your +2 mysticism for a total of 21 to identify this creature.

Gamuzali, yes, I completely agree that you can take all those actions during this 4 round prep phase. In fact, I believe you'll have more than just 1 photon attunement point when the action actually begins. Suddenly, I'm feeling a bit sorry for that monster...

Thanks! Sorry for assuming an animal...

Pangea shares the info' while turning cartwheels: "This is a = puff - adolescent crest-eater that - puff - has 10 ft. reach and is quite - puff puff fast..." 60 ft. move.

Pangea tries to remember what kind of DR it might have, and what elemental resistances, and will share the information.

 »Oh, yeah... those things bite and even spit venom at a range 30 ft. and all that can sap your stamina up Con’ damage! »

With his initial impression made, Gamuzali also makes him available to help others with their own displays.

Trying to appear NOT scared, Nole brings out his Plasma Bolter and walks towards the creature, knowing he has a small bit of time before combat starts. He stops about 20 feet from it. "Heh. They're worried about this? I could probably kill this thing in no time!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

He then turns back to the crowd. "I SAID, I CAN KILL THIS THING IN NO TIME!"

BLUFF: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Finally, he returns to take cover behind his teammates. "Try to give me a clear shot!" he says, quietly.

Lounging by the far door, Rin has been eyeing up the crowd and applauding to his fellow Starfinders. Fingers to his mouth, Rin loudly whistles as each displays there prowess and tries to fire up the crowd.

"Come on you star spawned sons and daughters, give it up for MUSKY'S MARAUDERS!" Shifting with each new display, Rin continues to jibe the crowd. "We have living weapons! We have the prayers of our diety! We have a crazed Ysoki with the firepower of a sun in his hands!" Gesturing over his shoulder to the crest eater, "This is what you send us?? Surely we havens traveled this far for this my Lord Envar!

Bluff 1st Round: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Bluff 2nd Round: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Bluff 3rd Round: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

After his orations, Rin will pull his tactical pistol and ready a magic missile spell.

Rejoinging his companions and waving his pistol, "Hope that sounded good, I've got a solid 9 rounds in this for the fight."

Thinking of some old gladiator film it has uploaded in its memory, Delta mumbles: "We are Spartacus...

Upon hearing this, the customs officer responds, "Right! Spartacus! What an unusual team name. I would have expected something catchier... like Musky's Marauders or something silly like that. Welp, good luck not dying!"

You hear the officer and the retinue of guards walk off.

As the party prepares to perform various tricks to win over the crowd's hearts and minds, a couple of announcers' voices booms throughout the arena....

"I didn't hear you all the first time! Are you ready for some CARNAGE?!?!??"

The crowd yells, "Carnage! Carnage! Carnage!"

The announcer continues, "That's more like it! I'm Raatchet and my cuz Arratoi are your guest announcers for today's - probably brief - spectacle. For your bloodthirsty viewing pleasure, we've got Envar's specially imported monster, a crest-eater!! And going up against them we have..."

On the holoscreen up above, you see a ysoki, presumably Raatchet, lifting up a piece of paper as he reads, "Spartacus!!!"

The crowd murmurs in confusion to the unusual name.