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Talek's blast hits the desk, sending chips of composite material spraying away.
The Ysoki, unale to flee, draws a tactical baton and swings at Bepo.
He hits (!!!) and slightly bruises Bepo.
Bold can act!
Talek (-7 SP, -2 HP)
Noran (-8)
Overclock (Frightened, 1 rounds)
B-Bop (-6 SP, -0 HP)
Bepo (-8 SP, -7 HP)
Jax
Volter (-3 SP)
Ferani
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B-Bop's eyes blink open in time to see the warm nimbus of energy emanating from Volter receding away.
Ahh, much obliged. Whoo, I needed dat.
He stands up cracks his neck side to side. He doesn't immediately retrieve his dropped laser pistol but instead pulls out a hefty combat knife. He wipes his bloodied nose across his sleeve as he stares into the doorway into the other room.
Time ta go give summa dat payback. An' Volts? Yer ice cream's on me later, any flavor ya want.
Still a little shaky from his haunting visions, Tiktik checked in with Elliot to get an update on the fight progress.
VESK TERMINATED. YSOKI WOUNDED. HUMAN UNINJURED. WHY MASTER FLEE?
For some reason, Tiktik felt the need to justify his cowardice to his drone as he hopped back over the bar, I didn’t flee! I checked for reinforcements! Just get in there and get a clean shot to kill that Ysoki.
Bepo looking pretty injured tightens his grip on his Doshko and takes a swing at the Ysoki.
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Bepo kills the Ysoki.
Volter steps forward and casts mystic cure on Bepo.
Ferani attempts to roll away from Bepo, then fires at him.
Her shot hits Bepo, and she succesfully tumbled away from him.
Bold can act!
Talek (-7 SP, -2 HP)
Overclock
B-Bop (-6 SP, -0 HP)
Bepo (-8 SP, -4 HP)
Jax
Volter (-3 SP)
Ferani (Shaken)
Tiktik saunters into the office and immediately snatches up the weapons that Ferani and her minions dropped. On cue, Elliot walks next to him and reaches up with its clawed foot to flip the panel back up to close off the leg holes in the wire frame on its head that acts as both seat for his creator and shopping basket for his scavengings. As Tiktik struggles to lift the massive artillery laser he clears his throat, and Elliot's leg servos relax to allow the robot to squat down to only a few inches off the ground while the ysoki gleefully piles it into the basket.
Absent mindedly he joins in the conversation, "Wewannaknowwhereallofthegoodstuffis. We'reStarfindersnow. Sothisiscivilassetseizure. Don'tworrytheyseemnice. You'llprobablygettogotothenicejail."
Turning to Volter, he says energetically, "Heyyourplanworked! Imeankinda. Wedidn'tkilleveryone. Wesavedthebosslady!" he says triumphantly.
He then lies down on the ground next to the Ysoki's corpse and measures himself comparatively, completely unphased by the carnage wrought by the massive doshko blow.
"Doesitlooklikehisarmorwillfitme? Somebodyhelpmegetitoffofhim," he says tugging on a sleeve. "HowabouttheVesk'ssuit, wouldthatfitoneofyouguys?
Volter sits on a chair with their drink and watches, completely out of spell slots.
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Hear dat? Starfinder Society. Ya done took out one'a ours, and ya gambled wrong dat it would scare us off. Nah, jus' da opposite. Empty yer pockets, point out da good stuff here in dis room. Da Society gonna get its recompa,its recompersate, sprock it, its PAYBACK. Gonna strip yer assets clean here and bring it back, gonna make sure if da guy y'all popped had'a family, make 'em set fer dere loss. Den you gonna tell us da names, da where, da when, all'a da details on yer partnership wit' da Hard-scrabbers.
Now sprockin' spill it all, we ain't gonna ask so friendly twice, see?
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Jax walks towards B-bop with his arm out,"Now now B-bop, we shouldn't treat our friend here with such rashness. After all we can be civil about this."
Jax leans in for a quick whisper as he wraps his arm around B-bops shoulder taking him away from the desk,"How about a little good cop bad cop." After Jax whispers this to B-bop he ventures into the other room for two glasses and a bottle of booze then proceedes back to the desk, pours a glass for Ferani and takes a seat on the desk top.
Jax takes a drink from his glass and asks,"Now, how about you start with your connections to the Hard-scrabbers."
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"I ain't got no damn connection with the hardscrabble! Like I said, we got payed to scare 'em. So we did. Sorry about your friend, but business is business."
Searching the room, you don't find much, although there is a locked door in the northeast corner of the room.
Noran has a tactical baton, a single serum of healing mk. 1, and a credstick with 45 credits.
The vesk is wearing troop ceremonial plate, and has an assault hammer, an azimuth artillery laser with two batteries, a shock grenade I, and a credstick with 300 credits.
Ferani has an estex suit I, a club, a tactical semi-auto pistol with 24 rounds remaining, a datapad, a key card, and a credstick with 600 credits on it.
Still only half paying attention Tiktik volunteers, “TheymeanAstralExtractions. Theguyswhohiredyou. Whatcanyoutellusaboutthem. Alsodidyouwantmetouseyourkey? Orbreakit?” he says without meaning it as a threat, but a matter of fact choice.
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"I can think of one place you can put it, heh." she says, making a rude gesture.
"Astral Extractions sent a guy down to pay me. They'll deny it, and probably kill me for snitching. But they did it. They wanted a little pressure on the Hardscrabble Union, thinking they'd sell the Drift Rock once they lost a little blood in the game. Stupid--those dwarves are stubborn as anything."
"Stuff with the corps, they always do this through proxies. Someone that can't be traced back to them. Plus they got lawyers, influence. You'll never make them pay for this. If you try hard enough, they'll probably kill you."
Talek smirks a little bit, betraying his normally impassive visage before returning to a placid expression. Corps, they are almost all the same. they see us as pawns, with little to no value other than what service we can provide them. I believe you when you say they think their lawyers and influence will protect them for receiving justice. Justice however comes in many forms and they are not protected from everything. Provide us with all the information you can of those who brought you into this situation and I will attempt to bring some form of justice to those you believe to be untouchable. As for yourself you must face justice as well. I would offer you a choice though. Would you prefer to be handed over to the corporate authorities, and by that I mean Lt. Sastenne, or would you prefer to be handed over to some other governmental authority?
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"Well for starters tell us everything you know on this comm recorder. As for a choice in governmental authority, I know a certain someone who's always looking to increase his crew over at Broken Rock. I also know someone whod be willing to transport you there should you wish to. This certain someone likes an honest crew however and he has ways of breaking men and women into the perfect crewmen, or you'll be shot out of the airlock. I'd figure your best shot is with him so should you choose to do so, as well as if the rest of my party is in agreement with this idea. Though you may have an easier time in prison, haha. Though, before anything takes place, I'll say again, we're going to need a recording of everything you know."
Bepo talks to everyone telepathically, There is only one place she will be going and that's back to the Starfinder Society so she can pay for what she has done. Period.
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She's willing to give you guys a statement, although she'd rather choose prison than life on a pirate crew.
After calling Chiskisk, she advises you to turn Ferani over to the authorities, and helps facilitate a hand over with station security.
You hustle her out and down the corridor, just as you see the crew of the criminal that Jax called coming down the other way, with a number of drones to help them cart off the supplies from the club.
You spend some time in questioning, but eventually Lt. Sastenne accepts your story, and allows you to go, thanking you for your assistance in apprehending this criminal and bringing the person responsible for the death of Duravor Kreel to justice.
"Not the most conventional conclusion to a murder investigation, but I'll take it. She sang like a bird, and even if she hadn't that datapad had all the details we'll need to secure a conviction. You've done this station a service, and I thank you for it. You ever need any help, give me a call, I'll see what I can do."
Hours later, you are released, to find Chiskisk waiting for you at the security station.
<Greetings.> the host shirren says to you telepathically. <I thank you. It seems you have solved the murder of Duravor Kreel. As discussed, you are now full fledged members of the Starfinder Society. Welcome, comrades. I look forward to seeing what discoveries your investigative talents lead you to in the future. While the Forum has no work for you currently, I will let you know when I line something up. In the meantime, please take some well deserved rest, as I'm sure your battle at the Fusion Queen could not have been easy.>
"Wahoooooooo!" Tiktik exclaimed upon being pronounced a Starfinder. "Dowegetbadges? Iwannabigshinyone! ManthisisthebestdayEVER!"
After leaving the security station, Tiktik brings up the matter of divvying up all of their loot.
"Sowegotlotsofgoodies. IcanusetheTacticalBaton, andtheUPBswillhelpmemakesupercoolstuffforyouguys, justwaitandsee!"
"Bepo, youlooklikeyouwantthisgiantlasercannon. Carefulitchewsthroughenergyinnotime, soyoubettertaketheextrabatteries."
"Boots, thisisHoloskin. Clipitonyourbeltandyoucanlooklikeatotallydifferentperson. Shouldgogreatwithyourvoicemodulator."
"Talek, youseemhandywitharifle. Thisoneisfullyautomatic." Tiktik holds up the heavy rifle and pantomimes using it with sound effects, "Dakka dakka dakka! sploosh!" then giggles and hands it to him. "Ohandyou'regonnaneedtheextraammo."
"Let'ssee, we'vealsogotthreeserumsofhealing, andsomegrenades. Whowantstoholdontothese? OohandthisisaGunslinger'sFriendMark3! Icanbuilditintoyourarmorsothatitwillinstantlydropaloadedweaponintoyourhands oncommand!"
"Therestseemslikeworsestuffthanwealreadyhave, soIcanbringittooneofthemerchantsthatstilltalkstomeandsellthemoff. Unlessanyofyoucanuseanyofthis?" he says gesturing to 5 azimuth laser pistols, a suit of troop ceremonial plate, an assault hammer, an estex suit, a tactical semi auto pistol, 24 small arms rounds, a datapad.[/b]"
Bepo is going to take the artillery laser, the 2 batteries and 1 shock and 1 incendiary grenade.
After meeting with Chiskisk, given the strain and sacrifice of the day, Volter is going to find a room for the night and rest. They think about the actions that have taken place, the people that were murdered without being judged and processed for their crimes, the people that they work with and the proverbial blood on their hands.
Tiktik will spend the first day of downtime, lugging all of the unwanted gear to his 3rd favorite fence (the first 2 having banned him from their shops).
"I'mbaaaaack!" Tiktik says cheerfully in a sing-song voice as he enters the shop, hops up on the counter and starts unloading his shopping cart drone's contents onto the counter (completely ignoring any other customers who happen to be in the store.
"LookatallofthegoodiesIbroughtyou! Nohalf-chargedbatteriesandgentlyusedTurboPlungerstoday! I'vegotAzimuthP-series, I'vegotceremonialVeskplate--lookatthsevintagedoskhoholes! I'vegotapristinesuitofEstexMark1twithnotascratchonit. I'vegotanicedatapad, andI'vegotabattletestedassaulthammer. Sowhat'llyagimmeforallofthis?" he asks with a big prideful grin.
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Those looking to stay at the Moons of Sleep with their Starfinder discount can rent rooms at the following rates: 16 credits a week for an efficiency, or 50 credits a week for a small, two bed suite.
For Volter
That night, your dreams are chaotic and disjointed. You awake without a clear picture of your dreams, just fragments of images. The skull of an elebrian, yellowed with age, sockets empty except for tiny blue flames. An image of your hands, pulling from the earth...something. A crescent of fire emerging from the black of space, energy beams glittering all around you.
For Bepo
Chiskisk is suprised to see you at the Lorespire Complex, but readily accepts your offer for help.
<Many here are jaded by their experiences. It warms my heart to see one so excited by our work. Come with me.>
You are led to a lab, where various starfinders are logging biological samples.
<We receive samples from many missions. They have an unfortunate tendency to build up, as doing the work of actually studying them is of little interest to many of our comrades> Chiskisk says, an arch tone to her thoughts.
<This is Ellison.> She gestures to one of the few people working here, a strange creature you identify is a Stellifera, a cuttlefish-like creature floating in the middle of an 'exoskeleton' composed of water contained in a forcefield.
<Ellison is the senior starfinder here, and he can get you started.>
Ellison swivels inside the “head” of the Hydrobody to face Bepo.
<telepathically>”Greetings large bear man, come to look at these as well?”. The body, still facing the table gestures to some of the samples. ”Come then, we shall learn their mysteries together.”
The next day, after Volter wakes up from their disturbing dream that they can only assume is another gift from the Dreamers, they sit in their room and think about what they have seen and decide to bring their questions to someone who may help. They hope that with the new Starfinder connections that someone in the office will know of someone who they can talk to about prophetic dreams.
Volter sets off to find Chiskisk to ask them if they know someone they can talk to about prophetic dreams or the Dreamers of Liavara.
=650 credits each to Tiktik, Talek, Volter, Bepo, B-Bop, Jax
(659.5 credits left in party treasure)
And to make sure we are on the same page with the drops:
Tiktik
Tactical Baton
(1) incendiary grenade
Talek
(1) incendiary grenade
Bepo
azimuth artillery laser
(2) batteries
(1) shock grenade
B-Bop
tactical semi auto pistol
(24) small arms rounds
Jax
holoskin
Bepo will go shopping and buy some new armor. He is also going to give his hunting rifle, 25 long arm rounds, and lashunta ringwear I (old armor) to Overclock and see if he take take what he wants and sell the rest like he did the other stuff.
To Chiskisk
<I am glad to work anyway I can. Just want to make me, my race and especially my dad proud.>
To Ellison
<Hello Ellison, I'm Bepo Baloo. I'm glad to meet other creatures with telepathy. There are nothing better than learning about mysteries. Speaking of mysteries I don't mean to be rude but I don't think I've ever saw your species before in person just read about in books... So interesting!>
<Oh? I do suppose it is true that my people don't tend to leave the homeworld. I found it to be too frustrating to stay. There is so much out in the universe to explore and witness in person. Studying texts was never enough for me. Clearly they have value, but nothing beats having those experiences first hand. You know? That's why I joined the Starfinder Society. To branch out my knowledge and to learn by doing.>
Lifting a large cylindrical object from the table, L shifts it around and spots an opening in the side. He wiggles his tentacles briefly, making some sort of gurgling sound. Then he slips out of the watery housing and slides along the surface of the cylinder and into an opening, out of sight from Bepo.
<What is it that drew you to the Society?>
Bepo looks around curiously but still proceeds to answer.
<My dad, Zenka is a member of the Starfinder Society and the Exo-Guardians. I have always looked up to him and wanted to be just like him. He took me in at a young age and is such a great being.>
<Curious. So you are following the familial line. Quite the pursuit. Er... how well do you handle the cold? You may wish to activate some sort of cold protection.>
Ellison scuttles back out of the tube which now seems to be glowing a soft blue hue, and returns to the "head", then he turns to tube towards the nearest wall.
<It seems I found the power source on it....>
Seconds later, a cascade of snow and ice blast out of the end of the tube, and if you didn't know better, you'd swear you heard sleigh bells jingling.
<I don't know what that is but it is very interesting!! I like to talk to beings that aren't scared of me or make fun of me. Not everyone looks kindly like you do to my kind.>
<My apologizes Chiskisk for the mess...>
Setting the Ice cannon down.
<I'd be a bit concerned coming across whatever creature that was pulled from.> Gesturing to the other nearby samples, there appears to be another "cannon" and what looks like an enormous turtle shell.
<Perhaps that is enough exploring for today. It was a pleasure working with you Bepo. Feel free to contact me any time>
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With his three days, Jax seeks seclusion from the party to be off on his own for a while to return to his old ways for a short time. A bit of a nostalgia trip you could say. He ventures off into the underdark of the station amongst the black markets and smuggling rings.
"Ahh... I needed this. The cold of the alleys, the scuttle of the common folk and constant annoyance from the beggars. Reminds me of home." Jax takes this time to find a stall to sell both his pistols and exchange for a musical instrument, preferably a stringed one.
Once acquired, Jax perches himself on some crates to begin a tale of himself and his fellow party members in hopes of getting some tips.
On Jax's second day he takes the time to make good impressions with the lower markets and smugglers and later make contact with an old friend, Jivago Sunderland.
After completing his sale of the parties goods (for which he insisted on payment in UPBs) and gleefully passed out to his new best friends, Tiktik retired to his home. Most wouldn't call it much of a home, as it was just an abandoned storage locker tucked away behind a boarded up shop, but thanks to years of scavenging it had all the amenities that the ysoki could want: a roof over his head, a sturdy workbench, and a nearby garbage dumpster with an unsecured lid.
He spent the next several days tinkering with his new restocked supply of polymer. He'd had an inspiration of adjusting the energy throughput on Elliot's pistol. Now with the flip of a switch he could double the penetration rate, though at the cost of tripling the battery drain. Unfortunately he discovered that Elliot's bird-like limbs had no way of flipping a switch, and he couldn't get the switch to remain in the 'on' position as safety features (which he tried unsuccessfully to remove) kept resetting the settings to standard power usage after each shot. Ultimately he accepted the fact that he'll have to flip the switch himself for his drone when needed and decided that he needed a weapon of his own to take advantage of this new modification. Also he made a mental note to add this switch to his friends' weapons.
After about four hours of cobbling together parts and fusing them together with the UPBs, Tiktik proudly tested out his new rifle, which he estimated to be equivalent to an Azimuth-series laser rifle--and he felt confident his creation was far more durable and nice and compact to fit into his cheek pouches.
That in turn prompted him to make some modifications to Elliot's chassis and harden some of his circuits as well as the modest armor he was able to affix to him.
Lastly he decided to bolster his own defenses a bit. He didn't have enough polymer left to upgrade his armor, but he could at least harden his clothes against environmental threats.
Taking a little time away from helping at Starfinder Society HQ, Bepo is going to get a Society Subdermal graft in his hand to show his dedication to the Starfinders.
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Volter
Chiskisk says there are a lot of experts in the society, and she knows some Brethedan agents that may be able to help, but they aren't available at the moment. When they are she will put you in contact with them.
Jax
Jax makes six credits busking.
He is able to forge some new connections, and reaches out to his old friend.
Bepo
The society offers the graft at a reasonable cost to all Starfinders, and you have no problem getting the implant.
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After reading the message Jax received, he makes a call on the comms to everyone else. <Alright team this could be our big break! Best make our best impressions. I'll most likely be purchasing some formal wear for our meeting should anyone else wish to as well. Also, for our fuzzier members of the party, including myself, hygiene is of great importance and if you wish I have a bit of a nak for always keeping the dirt, grime and blood out of my fur. So, Tiktik and Bepo, if you'd like, stop by my room and I can spruce you two up!>
Bepo is going to pickup a Hygiene Kit and clean up. Then he is going to head over to Starfinder HQ to check in with Chiskisk.
<Umm,isn'tEoxthatplanetfullofzombies? Idon'tthinktheyaregonnacareifmyfuriscombed. I'dpreferformyfleshtoremainunappetizingthankyouverymuch!>
Ambassador of Eox, Gevalarsk Nor. What manner of creature is that? And what should I know for this meeting?
Using the infosphere, will attempt to look up info on both Eox and the ambassador.
Also, theme reduces the DC by 5 to recall knowledge on customs and related topics
Volter thanks Chiskisk for going through the effort for putting them in contact with the Brethedan agents.