Outpost 2 - Liam - 1-19 To Conquer the Dragon (Inactive)

Game Master Liam

Brob smirks at Raatchet. "See? This is why you don't illegally download music! Not only does it hurt budding artists such as myself, you never -know- what you might pick up!"

"What?!? I would never do such a thing!!" exclaims Raatchet. (Although you're pretty sure he would, the rascally ysoki.)

"Afterall, this was a legit free promotional download. I just got a tad bit more than I bargained for.... and it's kind of ingenius really and has given me a few ideas..."

Valikar look at Raatchet when the little guy tries to catch his attention. He just gives a big shrug. "No. I don't use a jetpack. I don't generally need to when I can walk up walls without having to slow down. Also, I jump really good." He pauses to think for a moment. "We can consider it if we go somewhere without walls." Which since they were in a city, it wasn't a particularly big concern for him.

As for the people on the dossier, he mutters a bit to himself. "I can do gift baskets. Throw a few spare skittermander in one. I might also be able to talk to this Skyfire commander. Military personnel have innate bonds. We can laugh over seeing other people get beat up and big explosions. Then discuss stupid squadmate behavior during the tour."

Hearing you discussing the guest list, Zafeldrin takes that as his cue to fly back to you.

"Excellent, on time and resourceful. She chose well" he says.

“I’ve been telling everyone in Cumo about all the amazing discoveries the Starfinders have made lately. I think I might have set their expectations a little high, but that’s why I asked for the best and here you are! Zafeldrin gestures at everyone, including Raatchet.

"Representatives from the Skyfire Legion are coming, along with a few notables from town and some dragoncorp reps.”

He cycles through holographic displays of different personnel files, some still flashing with proprietary security warnings from their original sources.

“I’ve already managed to pull together a lot of interesting data about regional powers, possible mission sites, and contacts we can pursue. I just need to make a good impression with these power brokers so they give us a shot. Once they see agents like you in action, they’ll be clamoring for our help!”

"Any questions?"

"We should probably familiarize ourselves with all security arrangements currently in place and the personnel who will be working this event.

"Of those who are attending or who may potentially crash the party, who most concerns you?"

"And do you want fatal booby traps? Because a few grenades here... A few grenades there... Some laser beam trip wires placed strategically... And KA-BOOM!! Intruders taken care of!! Errrr...

"(out of just the one attempt but no one died... I think...)"

Charli repeats a couple of her questions, in case Zafeldrin was too preoccupied to hear them the first time.

"Er... What does 'Responsible for the Parapet Mountain ruins' mean? Does that mean that she manages that as a region that the Skyfire Legion guards, or is a curator for some sort of a museum, or that she caused the Parapet Mountain ruins?"

Charli claps her hands. "Zafeldrin, let's help you assemble the best gift basket ever! I can certainly donate some Poshkettle Tea to the cause!"

"I have a few more questions, Zafeldrin. Can you tell us more about security at this event? Who else has access to this site? Catering companies, maintenance personnel, the works?" She bites her lip. "I've been to two other Society galas where there was a security issue. In one, someone had replaced one of our personnel with a shapeshifter assassin. In another, one of our guests let in a group of terrorists and launched an attack. So, please forgive me paranoia here. With those six open invitations for Seroxanxia, is it possible to get notified if someone else uses their invitations to come in?"

Charli looks down at her shimmering armor. "Is there a dress code for this event, or will this do?"

"Also, forgive this question from a non-draconic visitor to Triaxus. You are a metallic dragon, correct?" Charli waits for Zafeldrin's nod. "I cannot tell if you are bronze, copper or brass, but whatever your lineage, this means that some of the local dragoncorps will be resistant to our lodge, as many of them are led by chromatic dragons. This is likely especially true of Frozen Trove, who already has reason to resent the society. My apologies there, because I was on the team that shut down a really horrible research station of theirs. Are there any other potential dragoncorps that we need to be worried over?"

Charli taps the guest list one more time, her fingers tapping the name of Tefarian Mel. "Also, how closely do you want us to watch the representatives of the City of Cumo? If they've already tried to bug this place, and love to trade on the Black Market, is it possible that they are selling information to dragoncorps about your lodge? Do you want us to be as open with them as any other guest?"

Neon Ten adds “My companions have asked about pretty much all of the precautions we need to be aware of. I would like to ask where you see the greatest opportunities.”

“Who do you see as most likely to become our allies, and what can we do to help you convince them?”

"The last time they let me into one of these things, it's because I dress like this." He tapped a claw on the breastplate of his armor, which is clearly made of the exoskeleton of something very, very large. "I would assume they want me to make the same impression... capable." Wearing fancy hats and holding funny little glasses didn't do that as far as he was concerned.

He considers Raatchet for a moment, then looks towards Charli while jerking a thumb at the little bomb fanatic. "I like his idea. A few well placed explosives and any surprise shapeshifters are going to find themselves a brand new shape... really fact. Heh."

"And do you want fatal booby traps? Because a few grenades here... A few grenades there... Some laser beam trip wires placed strategically... And KA-BOOM!! Intruders taken care of!! Errrr...

Except for that time when the waitstaff sneaked out the back door for a cig... But that's happened only once, I swear!

"(out of just the one attempt but no one died... I think...)"

Zafeldrin raises an eyebrow at Raatchet and jots down some notes.

"No."

Charli repeats a couple of her questions, in case Zafeldrin was too preoccupied to hear them the first time.

Charli wrote:

"Er... What does 'Responsible for the Parapet Mountain ruins' mean? Does that mean that she manages that as a region that the Skyfire Legion guards, or is a curator for some sort of a museum, or that she caused the Parapet Mountain ruins?"

Charli wrote:

Charli claps her hands. "Zafeldrin, let's help you assemble the best gift basket ever! I can certainly donate some Poshkettle Tea to the cause!"

"Your tea is quite nice. It would make an excellent gift to the guests."

He grins slightly at your previous question and laughs deeply.

"Aralyx commands a local Skyfire Legion battalion, but more importantly she’s in charge of securing abandoned Skyfire Legion sites in the Parapet Mountains. Starfinders are just the specialists she needs—even if she doesn’t know it yet. So we need to make sure we are on her good side.”

"I have a few more questions, Zafeldrin. Can you tell us more about security at this event? Who else has access to this site? Catering companies, maintenance personnel, the works?" She bites her lip. "I've been to two other Society galas where there was a security issue. In one, someone had replaced one of our personnel with a shapeshifter assassin. In another, one of our guests let in a group of terrorists and launched an attack. So, please forgive me paranoia here. With those six open invitations for Seroxanxia, is it possible to get notified if someone else uses their invitations to come in?"

Charli looks down at her shimmering armor. "Is there a dress code for this event, or will this do?"

"Also, forgive this question from a non-draconic visitor to Triaxus. You are a metallic dragon, correct?" Charli waits for Zafeldrin's nod. "I cannot tell if you are bronze, copper or brass, but whatever your lineage, this means that some of the local dragoncorps will be resistant to our lodge, as many of them are led by chromatic dragons. This is likely especially true of Frozen Trove, who already has reason to resent the society. My apologies there, because I was on the team that shut down a really horrible research station of theirs. Are there any other potential dragoncorps that we need to be worried over?"

Charli taps the guest list one more time, her fingers tapping the name of Tefarian Mel. "Also, how closely do you want us to watch the representatives of the City of Cumo? If they've already tried to bug this place, and love to trade on the Black Market, is it possible that they are selling information to dragoncorps about your lodge? Do you want us to be as open with them as any other guest?"

"Yes, metallic, Brass in fact. My family hails from this area, so it is part of why I am here. " Zafeldrin preens slightly.

"Yes, I've read your case notes. Quite nice work, and exactly why you are here."

" We should always be ready for trouble. Everyone needs an invitation to get in, and the door scanners check for weapons. I really need you to make a good impression with the guests, so I’d prefer you focus on that." He seems fairly dismissive about the idea of a dragon abusing the invites.

"Your dress code is your mission gear! The guests want to meet field agents, so the more rugged and adventurous you look, the better! Of course, you’ll all be allowed to keep your weapons on hand too! Just no discharging into a crowd of people. Oh, and no throwing grenades.”

"And I would like you to figure out what Tefarian Mel is up to and what he is looking for."

"The last time they let me into one of these things, it's because I dress like this." He tapped a claw on the breastplate of his armor, which is clearly made of the exoskeleton of something very, very large. "I would assume they want me to make the same impression... capable." Wearing fancy hats and holding funny little glasses didn't do that as far as he was concerned.

He considers Raatchet for a moment, then looks towards Charli while jerking a thumb at the little bomb fanatic. "I like his idea. A few well placed explosives and any surprise shapeshifters are going to find themselves a brand new shape... really fact. Heh."

"Direct and to the point. You are here because you are you."

"I'm not as important a figure for someone to hire a high price Reptoid assassin. But don't discount someone causing trouble for us."

If there are no further questions, Zafeldrin passes over
a package containing six serums of enhancement(diplomat)
and two Mk 2 thermal capacitor armor upgrades.

"These should help with tomorrow."

You'll have a day before the gala at the lodge.

I assume you are going to poke about.

PERCEPTION (NOTICE) OR SENSE MOTIVE (DISCERN SECRET MESSAGE)

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 11 + (1) = 13

Charli takes one look at that roll and cries, "Wait a minute! I am a gnome! I have eternal hope!"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 11 + (4) = 32

All the Sense Motive Spoilers are flipped.

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Of course Charli spends time poking around the lodge. She watches the Cumo city officials and Tefarian Mel attempt to spy around the Lodge, and has a lovely conversation with Tefarian Mel afterwards when he grills her about the objectives of the Starfinder Society.

"Explore! Cooperate! Report! Say, are you interested in joining the Manifold Host? I'm the Chairgnome of the Welcoming Committee. Why don't we have some tea? I can tell you about my missions, and you can tell me all about your awesome efforts in intelligence work! The Starfinder Society is a great organization to have as a friend... Just think of all we can do for you!"

While she is doing that, she spots something. "Excuse me, Tefarian... I have to handle something." She calls in the rest of the team and Zafeldrin. "One of our Lodge Maintenance Employees was just broadcasting our security measures and lodge maps!"

She corners the woman, who has never seen an enraged Charli before.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

"Alright... Who the HECK are you selling info to? Have you no SHAME?" Unfortunately, Charli is so gosh-darned adorable that she looks more cute than terrifying when she's angry. All Charli learns is that the data was beamed up to a starship.

She sighs and tells Zafeldrin, "We need to change up our patrols now. All our security measures have been sold to someone, and you can bet that someone will use them to our detriment. We've been compromised!"

Then she raises an eyebrow and asks, quietly, "Can you keep that maintenance person on your payroll and feed her misinformation? Maybe even let her glimpse 'changed' security procedures that are wrong? There's got to be someway to use this to our advantage. Heck, maybe one of us can leak misinformation to Tefarian too."

Raatchet remarks, "Very devious, Charli... veeeery devious. I like it!"

"Yes, metallic, Brass in fact. My family hails from this area, so it is part of why I am here. " Zafeldrin preens slightly.

Always interested in other races and cultures, Neon Ten says “I would like to hear more about your family history if there is time after the gala. Perhaps we could trade tales of Akiton since we were both born there. I imagine our experiences there were quite different.”

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Perception, although Sense Motive has exactly the same bonus: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Neon Ten is oblivious to what is happening around them. They busy themselves with finding out what the AV arrangements will be, if there are to be any datafeeds for the guests, and what sort of equipment the lodge already has installed.

He is quite surprised when he hears of what Charli has found out. “I’m not sure how well feeding misinformation will work now that they know they have been found out. I doubt that they will tell their employer that they have been discovered — it would impact their paycheck in a negative fashion — but still they will likely know something is up if we don’t at least try to prevent them from giving the updated information.”

“I fear that my training isn’t in spy stuff, so I’m really not sure,”

"I had been hoping that all the inquiries about the Starfinder Society may mean they were interested in joining. I guess, not" Naylor sighs the last phrase and looks slightly forlorn.

"Maybe putting out some misinformation would be beneficial in case there are other channels in use. It does seem unwise though to use the one who knows we have discovered them.

"I am also interested in the coordinates of the supposed spaceship. I want to make sure it wasn't our friends we chatted with on the way in."

I love it when gnomes get riled up :)

Zafeldrin listens to the events and sighs. "We need to focus on impressing the guests. It's probably just Tefarian Mel trying another tap. We do have a rather impressive mainframe here. No espionage today." Zafeldrin beams with pride as he talks up his data collection. "You'll be in your field gear, so you'll be prepared if anything comes up during the event."

GM, you said the gala was for the next day, game time. Do I get back another use of Eternal Hope? It's okay if you say no.

GM, you said the gala was for the next day, game time. Do I get back another use of Eternal Hope? It's okay if you say no.

Yup, all the normal rest stuff resets.

I'll let you get in some inter-party discussion before we move to the gala - RP away

Ok then, on to the gala, there is a lot here, bear with me.

The guests begin to arrive for the gala around midday.

Banners welcoming them hang suspended from flying drones around the dome while holographic displays run continuous loops of video showcasing the Starfinder Society’s recent public accomplishments and discoveries.

The gala event is held in a section of the lodge’s crystal dome. Internal scanners monitor the rest of the lodge during the event and Zafeldrin insists that you focus your attention where the guests are.

Breakdown of how this works. Each player has two rolls of consequence - you can either work security or you can work the people. The sense motive rolls on the guests you are trying to impress do not count against these two rolls. You are trying to figure out what interests/impresses them.

The area is considered a heavy traffic area, with guests coming and going, you may not take 10 or 20 on rolls.

Each round you may either Impress a Guest OR Work Security

Impressing the guests:

Notable guests are:

Aralyx, a female dragonkin

Jaxter, a male feychild gnome.

Tefarian Mel, a male winterborn ryphorian

You may also work security instead of impressing guests.

Working Security

Patrol the Grounds

Monitor Guests

Check the buildings

The way this will run is we'll have a round of rolls, I will respond to those rolls and any follow up to those rolls. Then we will have another round.

So, rolls and posts for round ONE please!

Neon Ten does a round of checking the building, make sure nothing is out of place.
Engineering: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24 +4 if Library Chip counts. It is in the computer I carry in my cheek pouches, connected via HD Datajack

Please let me know if the Library Chip counts. Success if it does, failure otherwise.

C'mon, Charli, you can do this. Charli studies the male feychild gnome from Ning, the one with the adorable emerald green onion bun of hair. Oh... he's a pretty one. She looks again at the file Zafeldrin compiled. Impressed by items that come from out of system missions? Maybe I can do something here!

Charli walks up to Jaxter, with a lovely tray with her tea pot and and some pretty cups.

She also has her armor, and her ever-present hutchket rifle, the one that she picked up on Elytrio, so very long ago. That might spark his attention too!

She smiles as she approaches Jaxter. "Hello, are you Jaxter Brightbeam? I'm Charli Poshkettle of Poshkettle Tea. I'm also a Starfinder. It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you like some tea?" As she sets out her tea things, she adds, "I have a wide selection of our bestselling teas, but as an importer, you might be most interested in Heart's Ease, a lovely tea that I found being cultivated by the gnolls of Salvation's End*."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 11 + (1) = 31

As she gets a read on him, her smile deepens. He likes talking to other merchants! Yay!

Profession Tea Connoisseur and Merchant with professional tools: 1d20 + 17 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 17 + 4 = 26

She spends time flirting with him, hoping to exchange comm unit signals at the end. She talks to him about all the things that excite her about being a Starfinder. "We get to travel to new worlds, meet people, and exchange in the commerce of ideas. It's the best job ever!" Of course she lets him look at her hutchket** rifle.

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* Salvation's End is located on a moon in Near Space, and is also the location where Charli earned her budding media celebrity boon. Chances are very good that mention of one will spark recognition of the other.

** The hutchket comes from Elytrio, home of the Ghibrani, in Near Space.

Naylor patrols the grounds, keeping a wary eye out for anything unusual but fails to notice anything.

Piloting: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

Valikar is completely aware that he's not the most social of people. And after spending a while standing by a wall glaring at everybody, gradually getting more annoyed by the crowd that wasn't doing anything actually fun... like sparring or headbutting each other, he opts to give the perimeter a once over.

He slips outside, as much as he can manage to slip outside with the space he takes up, by only 'gentle' knocking a couple people out of his way. He's gone for a while, romping across the edges of the compound with steady thuds, walking up the sides of buildings without ever slowing, and generally making a spectacle of himself for people. Zafeldrin wanted them to be impressive, hopefully the guests at least found his physical prowess a little amusing.

He snorted to himself at that as he reached the top of a wall and glanced about. His eyes catch something hidden in an eve, and after a moment of work with one hand, he tries to drag it free. At the same time he gets on the comms to contact the rest. "Hmmm. I found some device tucked away out here. Suspicious. I have some skill with machines... but I don't know what it is yet. Give me a minute."

Athletics: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

Neon Ten does a round of checking the building, make sure nothing is out of place.

[dice=Engineering]d20+18 +4 if Library Chip counts. It is in the computer I carry in my cheek pouches, connected via HD Datajack

Please let me know if the Library Chip counts. Success if it does, failure otherwise.

Sure, I'll allow it

Just after Valikar mentions finding something, Neon Ten reports “I was carefully checking the building plans against their current status and found a small anomaly in the power draw. Checking more carefully, I’ve found a device wired into one of the lighting fixtures.”

“I wonder how many other devices are out there. If we can collect them up, perhaps one of our guests would like them returned to him.”

I wonder how secure these comm channels are given that we have found two devices already. It seems a certain ryphorian has too much time on their hands.

“Let’s wait to talk to Tefarian Mel, see if we find anything else first.”

"I really think we need to touch base with Tefarian, and get him some other hobby," Charli grins. She quickly sets up tea for the next round of guests.

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BOTTING CAPTAIN BROBDINGNAGINAN

Brob tries to get a read on Tefarian Mal, but the furry ryphorian is so very hard to read.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 4 + (1) = 22

Oh, so very close...

So he makes nervous small talk, talking about his favorite missions, and what it means to be a Starfinder. "Um, we've been impressed with the intelligence work done by the City of Como. We should work together! Do you hire your services?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 2 = 34

'There doesn't exist a single person on the planet, much less the gala, who wouldn't be impressed by me! But I had better attend to their safety before mingling...' thinks Raatchet to himself.

He sits himself down in the security room, nods to the other security guards monitoring the cameras, then begins watching the feeds while tapping away at the keyboard, switching from feed to feed. Zooming in and out, here and there on various guests.

Raatchet downs a cup of Charli's tea, the jolt of caffeine giving Raatchet a moment of hyper-awareness, helping him to focus on the job at hand with atypical certainty.

On a second monitor, Raatchet pulls up the various details of each guest he viewed on the first monitor, including the invitations they used to enter the gala.

Raatchet uses the 'certainty' themeless benefit

Computers, certainty: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 17 + 2 = 27

Raatchet reports to the team over comms, "Hey guys, I've spotted someone with a forged image on their invitation. Definitely something suspicious going on. Maybe this intruder knows something about those devices you guys have found..."

C'mon, Charli, you can do this. Charli studies the male feychild gnome from Ning, the one with the adorable emerald green onion bun of hair. Oh... he's a pretty one. She looks again at the file Zafeldrin compiled. Impressed by items that come from out of system missions? Maybe I can do something here!

Charli walks up to Jaxter, with a lovely tray with her tea pot and and some pretty cups.

She also has her armor, and her ever-present hutchket rifle, the one that she picked up on Elytrio, so very long ago. That might spark his attention too!

She smiles as she approaches Jaxter. "Hello, are you Jaxter Brightbeam? I'm Charli Poshkettle of Poshkettle Tea. I'm also a Starfinder. It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you like some tea?" As she sets out her tea things, she adds, "I have a wide selection of our bestselling teas, but as an importer, you might be most interested in Heart's Ease, a lovely tea that I found being cultivated by the gnolls of Salvation's End*."

[dice=Sense Motive]1d20+11+1d6

As she gets a read on him, her smile deepens. He likes talking to other merchants! Yay!

[dice=Profession Tea Connoisseur and Merchant with professional tools]1d20+17+4

She spends time flirting with him, hoping to exchange comm unit signals at the end. She talks to him about all the things that excite her about being a Starfinder. "We get to travel to new worlds, meet people, and exchange in the commerce of ideas. It's the best job ever!" Of course she lets him look at her hutchket** rifle.

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* Salvation's End is located on a moon in Near Space, and is also the location where Charli earned her budding media celebrity boon. Chances are very good that mention of one will spark recognition of the other.

** The hutchket comes from Elytrio, home of the Ghibrani, in Near Space.

Jaxter messes with his hair nervously as he listens to Charli "So you 're THE Charli who was on THE Salvation's End with The Zo! And this tea is from all of that. That was one of Zo!'s best pieces ever."

He seems duly impressed and somewhat excited. "Of course I want to try that tea. Also, just what is that longarm? I don't recognize the make...is it a discovery?"

He will go on to chat with Charli for as long as she lets him. And of course, exchange comm credentials with her as well...

Click. Whirr.

BOTTING CAPTAIN BROBDINGNAGINAN

Brob tries to get a read on Tefarian Mal, but the furry ryphorian is so very hard to read.

[dice=Sense Motive]1d20+4+1d6

Oh, so very close...

So he makes nervous small talk, talking about his favorite missions, and what it means to be a Starfinder. "Um, we've been impressed with the intelligence work done by the City of Como. We should work together! Do you hire your services?"

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+12+2

Tefarian seems somewhat tense about the direct mention of his intelligence work, but then relaxes. "So this really is just another Starfinder installation and not a front for another Dragon Corp?" He takes Capt B's explanations and assurances to heart and is impressed.

'There doesn't exist a single person on the planet, much less the gala, who wouldn't be impressed by me! But I had better attend to their safety before mingling...' thinks Raatchet to himself.

He sits himself down in the security room, nods to the other security guards monitoring the cameras, then begins watching the feeds while tapping away at the keyboard, switching from feed to feed. Zooming in and out, here and there on various guests.

Raatchet downs a cup of Charli's tea, the jolt of caffeine giving Raatchet a moment of hyper-awareness, helping him to focus on the job at hand with atypical certainty.

On a second monitor, Raatchet pulls up the various details of each guest he viewed on the first monitor, including the invitations they used to enter the gala.

Raatchet uses the 'certainty' themeless benefit

[Dice=Computers, certainty]1d20+17+2

Raatchet reports to the team over comms, "Hey guys, I've spotted someone with a forged image on their invitation. Definitely something suspicious going on. Maybe this intruder knows something about those devices you guys have found..."

This is a free check that does not count towards your two rolls

May I send a teammate to confront the intruder?

If yes...
Raatchet contacts Valikar and says, "Okay, this is right up your alley, big guy! Time to scare the bejeezus outta this guy or bust his head tryin! Make 'im spill the beans!!"

May I send a teammate to confront the intruder?

If yes...
Raatchet contacts Valikar and says, "Okay, this is right up your alley, big guy! Time to scare the bejeezus outta this guy or bust his head tryin! Make 'im spill the beans!!"

** spoiler omitted **

Yes, you may

Valikar is busy tapping a wrench against the side of the device he found when Raatchet contacts him. He pauses in his work as the mouse speaks, then lets out a growl that's probably his version of a 'hmmm.' He gives the thing one final look, the pitches over his shoulder to land in a dumpster while he shrugs as part of the same motion.

He then stomps his way down the side of the building and back inside to track down the person Raatchet pointed out. He doesn't break stride as he just bulldozes his way through the crowd until he finds the man and stands only a few inches behind them. He stays there until the discomfort makes them turn around, and the large vesk just angles his face to the side and peers down with one eye. "I was told you should 'Spill the beans.' Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony... so if you don't I'm going to find harmony."

Raatchet, depending on if he read any of the philosophy he sent Valikar, might recognize the quote from it... used in the wrong manner. But it seems to have worked. When he's finished he'll comm the others with a report. "The weirdo says he got the fake sent to him with money and instructions to set a device. He doesn't know who his employer is." Valikar helps the crasher out the front door, tossing him into the dumpster he used for one of the devices earlier.

Intimidation: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Upon hearing the report, Neon Ten asks “Did you check if it was one of the devices we have already found, or a different one?”

Identifying the devices - does not count against your two rolls.

Engineering, Library Chip: 1d20 + 18 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 18 + 4 = 41

As soon as he recognizes what it is, Neon Ten shuts the device off. Taking a moment to compose himself, he then calls the others in the group and Zafeldrin (if he has the contact information).
“We have a problem. The device I found planted in the lighting is a pinpoint transmitter. The sort you would use when bombarding a target from orbit.”

He pauses to let that sink in.

“Do we have any jammers or something like that?” On the data sub channel he transmits the make, model and settings of the devices he found.

“Valikar, where is the device you found?”

If he can’t get Zafeldrin on his channel, he would send a data package marked high priority through the lodge inforsphere to the dragon.

Naylor listens to this announcement with growing concern. "Can we relocate them somewhere to give a false location?"

The concern clear in his voice, Neon Ten asks “Is there such a thing as a safe location when talking about orbital bombardment?”

He pauses a moment, then adds “If there is, we could do that with this one. There might be problems though.”

"I'm thinking we should just switch those transmitters off. I mean, I like explosions as much as the next guy but an orbital bombardment?? That's some serious mojo, guys! The only possibly 'safe' place to do that is in the middle of nowhere... and even then it might cause ecological harm to the local wildlife. Besides, we're not anywhere near a convenient 'middle of nowhere' location right now, right?

"Safest bet it to just shut them all off... or smash 'em."

"Zafeldrin, what is a lodge? It's not a building. It's the people." Charli is so excitable, she's gesticulating with her hands. "We 're never going to impress these guests if some of them die in an orbital bombardment. Good thing though that we landed the Pegasus here in hopes of giving tours. Well guess what? The tour starts now. Take them into orbit, and then land again once the bombardment is done. We'll keep looking for these beacons in the meantime, but this way... your guests are safe!"

Charli stands on a table raising her arms, knowing that as a budding media celebrity, people will pay attention. "Everyone! The society is about Explore, Cooperate, Report! So... We're going to give you all a chance to explore one of our exploring vessels, the Pegasus! See the lodge from orbit! And if you cooperate there will be door prizes later! Follow Zafeldrin on board!"

As they all move towards the ship, she pulls Aralyx aside. "I was hoping to get a chance to talk with you and impress you with all the wonders of the Society, but there's no time for that. We have something of a situation, and I want to make sure all our guests are safe. Can you help Zafeldrin get everyone on that ship and away from our lodge? We think that someone may be preparing to bombard our lodge from orbit, we need to stay behind and find beacons that will guide their shots... If you can help our guests get to safety, I will owe you a favor for life."

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She then stays behind to look for beacons, and decides to do that by watching the other guests as they board the ship.

This is going to be a busy day. I hope you don't mind if I preroll this!

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 11 + (3) = 32

She pulls aside the person looking for a place to hide a beacon and says, "Everyone's touring the ship but you. Guess what?" She grins. "You're staying right here, and you're helping us find the rest. Whatever happens to us, happens to you."

Zafeldrin come over the comms. "I'll work on getting these people out of here, but it's going to take some time. Keep looking for the devices and I'll get the people out. I don't want a panic."

Zafeldrin looks to the crowd "That sounds like a BRILLIANT idea Charli! " and he starts slowly herding the people to an exit.

I'm assuming that if you catch the agent, you get them before they finished planting the device, or you extract the location from them, and are able to intercept that one.

[dice=Engineering, Library Chip]d20+18+4

As soon as he recognizes what it is, Neon Ten shuts the device off. Taking a moment to compose himself, he then calls the others in the group and Zafeldrin (if he has the contact information).
“We have a problem. The device I found planted in the lighting is a pinpoint transmitter. The sort you would use when bombarding a target from orbit.”

He pauses to let that sink in.

“Do we have any jammers or something like that?” On the data sub channel he transmits the make, model and settings of the devices he found.

“Valikar, where is the device you found?”

If he can’t get Zafeldrin on his channel, he would send a data package marked high priority through the lodge inforsphere to the dragon.

The information sphere seems quite laggy, as if under heavy load.

ROUND TWO

Zafeldrin is working to get the guests out of the area, but also not tryng to panic them. "Why yes, the Pegasus is a science vessel. Why does it have what warheads? Well....Starfinder ships are sent on dangerous missions at a moment's notice all the time. Here, no, no danger here." He raises an eyebrow at the party

The information sphere seems quite laggy, as if under heavy load.

“Great, on top of everything else it seems likely someone is attacking our servers too. Raatchet, if you are still in the computer operations area can you cut outside access so we are not dealing with that as well?”

Waiting to see how others do before attempting a roll.