Gameday VIII: GM Kate's Acts of Association (Inactive)

Game Master Kate Baker

Granit shouts in a loud voice "Best run off home with your friends, if you know what's best for you." and with that the rifle that Baxter dropped, rises from the ground, lifting into the air and points at the rat, so that the rat can see the rifle just hanging there in the air.

Casts psychokinetic hand to pick up the rifle and turn it towards the rat.

Zoom lets out a sign of relief.

"Phew, glad that's over with..." He pauses as he watches the Ysokis retreat. "But that was at least exciting, right? Definitely unexpected, too! Maybe we should go somewhere calmer next, Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees? Maybe, say, an aquarium or something like that?"

Zoom pulls an orange soda out of his jacket, pops it open, and takes a quick sip.

"Still, it's wherever you want. Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees gets to make the final choice!"

Zahvos puffs for a bit, then turns back to Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees.

"Please forgive this incident. As my friend Gamuzali was saying, with large settlements come some more... rebellious elements. Not to worry, though! Did you have something else in mind, Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees?"

"You have my utmost apologies for letting one of them sneak up on me to start this whole debacle. It seems we are clear for the time being at least. I believe we may want to make a short stop to leave your belongings with some Starfinder staff or a locker." he suggests.

"Yes, thank you for staying nearby during all that commotion. It will be quite a story to tell the pups! Speaking of them, there is one more thing that they wanted from Absalom Station: a pet."

"A pet?" Zahvos echoes, puzzled. He scratches his beard and adds: "I guess we could visit a pet shop. Did you have any idea of the kind of pet you are looking for?"

"Uh, yes, a pet shop, definitely." Zoom chimes in. "I'm sure there are plenty of wonderful pet shops on Absalom Station we could take you to! Such as..."

Culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

"Oh, I don't know, something small and furry." Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees asks his datapad to start playing his messages. You hear a couple of young vlakas saying "We want a squox! Bring us back a squox!"

"A squox! Can we get one of those?"

Zoombo, you know that squoxes aren't really available in shops, but there are lots of them in Jatembe Park!"

"Unfortunately...pets on Eox aren't the cuddly kind. Anyone else know best where to obtain one and learn a little about taking care of it?" Kharos ask the group feeling less than useful.

Gamuzali's stomach rumbles at the mention of squox. The tiny portions at Perfexion just weren't adequate for a powerful vesk warrior's appetite.

No Culture here to back up Zoom's knowledge, but I'm onboard for the greased squox chase I assume is coming up next!

"It is indeed a strange request, I hope you will not keep a pet a prisoner, restrained from liberty." the android says, not really understanding why anyone would want to keep a pet. But if Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees wants something, then they were bound to at least help him with his wishes, in keeping with their instructions from the society.

"Oh! Yes! A squox!" Zoom exclaims after thinking for a moment.

"Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees, what a great choice! And I know just where to find some squoxes. We should all go to Jatembe Park. I spent a lot of time walking around there after getting rescued from the Scoured Stars... getting my mind back to being right, you know, anyway, the place is literally swarming with squoxes. Nice big furry ones, and nothing as dangerous as what Kharos is used to back on Eox! Probably let you feed 'em, though I've never tried..."

Zoom takes a sip of soda before eagerly setting off. "This way, everyone! Up here, just a quick walk, and it'll be a few blocks over to our left. Let's give it all six and get a squox!"

Zoombo leads you all to Jatembe Park to search for squoxes!

I need Survival checks to track down some squoxes, please!

Zahvos, not quite in his element, tries to run down a nearby Squox.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 5

After a few minutes he stops, exhausted, and pants heavily.

Granit-9 turns to his computer to make some readings of the area, hoping to find some signs of the Squox, and seems surprised by the result as a positive reading seems to flicker on the screen.

Survival 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Gamuzali is not used to hunting after small furry creatures, but the large menacing beasts of the Veskarium.

Zoom begins his hunt for squoxes.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Granit and Zoombo find 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 squoxes, who burst out of their nest!

Initiative!
Zahvos
Squoxes
Gamazuli
Zoom
Granit-9
Baxter
Kharos

Zhavos is up! There are a bunch of squoxes about to come out of that tree.

"Ah! There they are! Catch one!"
Zahvos directs his teammates towards the Squonxes sprouting out of the nest, while drawing his baton to defend himself, if need be.

Draw Baton, Get 'Em on first Squonx to get out (+1 on attack rolls)

They scamper off in all directions!

Initiative!
Zahvos
Squoxes
Gamazuli
Zoom
Granit-9
Baxter
Kharos

I also should have let you know about an option available to you here! A PC can attempt to calm a squox within 30 feet by spending a standard action and succeeding at a DC 15 Survival check. Succeeding at this check causes the targeted squox to stop moving if the PC who performed the check spends a move action on subsequent rounds continuing to calm it. After spending 5 rounds doing this action, the PCs earns the squox’s tentative trust and the creature follows that PC unless directly threatened.

Zoom will dash off to the south after squox 6 and attempt to calm it.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

"Here sqouxy... Nice sqouxy... It's okay! Hi... It's okay... Nice sqouxy..."

Gamuzali runs toward the squox Zahvos points toward and dives to wrap up the furry little beast.
Assuming Zahvos put Get Em on Squox 1 and trying to grapple it!
Grapple, Get em: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 14

Baxter gingerly approaches one of the squoxes, squatting down to the creature's height and making kissing noises. "Hello, noble creature! I intend you no harm! Come hither!"

Squox #2

Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Wow!

"This is fun and all but is this legal?" Kharos says thinking back to the Absalom Station laws briefings he had.

Survival (Aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9

"Uh, yes little creature please come with us. You will have a admirable job entertaining the children of the great Lycos of The Sanctum of Ten Trees."

Zahvos stops for a moment and ponders Kharos' words.

"That's a good point. Let me see if there are some regulations for animal export." The merchant whips out a datapad and begins going through legal documents, trying to concentrate amidst the cries of the furry beasts and his teammates alike.

Profession (Dockworker): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"Might be a good idea to make sure Squonxes are not subject to... Uhh... Behavioural problems or such."

"Guys... good squoxy...I'm sure that Lycos of the... hey there little guy... uh, oftheSanctumoftheTenTrees wouldn't, er... there you go... want us to do... calm... anything illegal."

Kharos and Kharos know there’s no law about taking squoxes from the park, since the squoxes came to the park via unsecure transports. The groundskeepers might get mad, though.

Granit-9 is up!

Granit looks at the small furry creature and just asks in a deadpan voice, "Would you like to be a pet? which I am assured is not the same as being a slave."

Survival 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

He tries his hardest to entertain the squox by making some other happy squox noises sound behind him.

Casts Ghost Sound

Squoxes 2 and 6 are currently tilting their adorable heads at Baxter and Zoombo respectively!

Gamazuli tries to grapple one, but it is too wily! It tries to bite in return!

bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
ouch!: 1d4 ⇒ 1

The rest of them scatter around the park!

Initiative!
Zahvos
Squoxes
Gamazuli
Zoom
Granit-9
Baxter
Kharos
Something happens!

Everyone but Zahvos is up! (Something happens before the start of the next round.)

Zoom continues his squox-soothing.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Baxter continues to pat his knees and tries to coax the squox over.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Gamuzali once again tries to dive onto the wily squox, "Come here, tiny fur-beast! You must go with Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees to entertain the pups!"

Grapple again because why not?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Having failed to secure one of the creatures, Granit tries to help Gamuzali in his efforts to grab one. He uses his powers to bring a hand into existence and use it to stroke the fur of the squox behind it's ears. "Be still, this is our friend petting you." He moves towards the squox.

Casts psychokinetic hand,

Survival (Aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

"It seems to like you. I believe you may have found the one." Kharos urges Zoom on.

Zoombo and Baxter continue entrancing the squoxes near them, while Gamuzali takes the brute force approach and just grabs the one who nipped him. Everything seems to be going great, but then two ghorans arrive. They are wearing badges that say "Volunteer Groundskeeper."

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Leave the wildlife alone!"

Zahvos is up! Please note that you can use social skills in combat for this encounter, if you would like.

Initiative!
Zahvos
Squoxes
Gamazuli
Zoom
Granit-9
Baxter
Kharos
Yellow Ghoran
Red Ghoran

Zahvos walks up to them, hands raised.

"Please, wait! No harm will come to them!" He shows the Starfinder insignia sewn on his breast. "This is Starfinder Society business. Let us calm a Squonx, and we will explain what this is all about."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (14) + 7 + (4) = 25

The squox in Gamuzali's hands tries to wriggle out!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

And it just barely gets out!

Squoxes 2 and 6 are entranced but the others scatter!

The ghorans pause at Zahvos's words. "What does the Starfinder Society need need with a squox?"

We can actually fall out of initiative at this point, unless Gamuzali wants to take another shot at grappling a squox! Zahvos has stopped the ghorans for now, and Zoombo and Baxter just need to spend the actions to get their squoxes to follow, no checks necessary!

Granit opens his datapad and quickly looks up data on ghorans and anything else he can about the groundsman of Jetembe Park. But for some reason the link to the infosphere seems somewhat weak and information is difficult to transmit.

Life Science 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Why not continue this comedy of errors!

Just as Gamuzali is congratulating himself on seizing one of the squoxes, the creature nips him on the finger and he lets out a very un-warrior-like yelp. In his fury, he dives one final time to try and grab the creature before it escapes.

Grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 PERFECTION! LOL!!

The squox outmaneuvers the lumbering vesk, though, and as Gamuzali dives, he realizes too late that he is leaping head first toward the trunk of a large tree.

A security drone hovering over a distant part of the park picks up the howl of pain and anger that echoes up from several hundred yards away.

"Look, everyone! I've made a new comrade!" Baxter returns to the group, leading the squox toward them. He frowns when he sees Granit squinting at his datapad and Gamuzali lying in pain by the tree. "Oh dear, what has happened here?"

Gesturing towards Baxter's Squonx, Zahvos smiles to the groundskeeepers.

"See? no Squonx harmed." He begins, glancing nervously to Gamuzali headbutting a tree. He clears his throat and goes on. "We were asked by the Society to accompany a diplomat visiting Absalom Station and to fulfill his requests. One of those requests was to bring back home a Squonx. Worry not, we shall see that no rule conerning animal treatment or transport is violated."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 7 + (2) = 27

"Hmmm..." mutters one of the ghorans. "I guess if it's important. You'll take good care of them, right?"

Meanwhile, Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees is delighted by the collection of two squoxes! "Oh, the pups will love these? What would be good names for them?"

"I like the name 'Star'!" Zoom pipes up. "For us, the Starfinders! 'Finders' isn't a very good name for the second one though, so maybe, err..."

He glances to the rest of the party looking for help.

"Tembe, for Jatembe park where they once lived and another lesson to teach the pups Lycos of the Sanctum of Ten Trees." Kharos offers after seeing that the groundskeepers where convinced.

"I was going to suggest 'Grip' and 'Fang', but I think my companions have found suitable names as well," Gamuzali mutters, rubbing at his aching head.

"Star and Tembe! What wonderful names! Well, this has been a wonderful day so far. We have a bit of time before I need to meet with Chiskisk again. Perhaps we could listen to some live music? I've heard that there are many music halls around here!"

Culture: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

"Oh, I do say I recommend the Nebula's Core! The music is most certainly excellent, but not overwhelming. Quite the music hall!"

Granit-9 looks on Oh now my aural sensors are to go through some sort of stress test. "Lead on then Baxter, no doubt this will inspire us all" he says with more than a hint of irony.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Zahvos shrugs and smiles at Baxter. "I don't know much about music halls, so lead the way! This should be interesting!"

The merchant is taken aback by Granit's slightly different tone. "Don't you like music, Granit-9? I hear we have a lot of fantastic musicians here on Absalom Station, though I'm not a connoisseur in any way."

"Well, then, lead on!"

You head off to the Nebula's Core. There is no line outside, and no one even seems to notice the two squoxes you have in tow.

A dingy staircase leads down to an open doorway. Beyond, the club is hardly illuminated at all, the other patrons appearing only as shadows. On the small stage in the corner, a kasatha melodeum player accompanies herself on a double-skinned drum, wailing a heartfelt lament for better days.

"This is marvelous," Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees whispers. "Shall we get some drinks?"