Sethran's 1-05 First Mandate (Inactive)

Game Master Sethran

The young Lashunta smiles politely to Royo and his clique, not quite sure what to make of the twists and turns in the conversation. She thought it went well enough, especially with Hadir's reflections on the priesthood. Catching her faction leader's signal, she bows out to report in.

"Smashing," says Rilynn enthusiastically. "I didn't get that sense of completeness with Royo, but those professorial types tend to talk in circles. Iteration-177 is eating out of my hand."

Kat catches the signal from the first seeker and motions to Patterson with a head jerk in the faction leaders direction. She excuses herself and makes her way over.

"I think it's going ok with Ykris. A few drinks and hot goss always works. If anyone is interested, he seems open to sharing a host-symbiote connection. Might be a good way to influence him. I didn't press him on it, I have some files I'd prefer remaining private."

Oda gives a grim nod. She holds the gifted journal and pencil in her hand.

Patterson follows the android over, nodding in agreement. "I think we got somewhere with them. No idea what makes Zo! tick, though."

"This has not been my finest hour as a Starfinder. I seem to blunder with my words more often than not. But it could be worse. I think I made a good impression on Royo, anyways."

Edward disengages with Zo! and heads towards the assembled Starfinders.

"I believe Rilynn and I managed to make an impression on Naiaj. As for Zo!... Hard to be sure. The fellow is very intriguing. I might have entertained him, if only a while, with popular media talk, although that is hardly my area of expertise."

Luwazi listens to you all intently, her smile growing wider as you report your successes so far. Taking a sip from her drink - a vibrant green affair sparkling with silver glitter - she nods before replying. ”Wonderful, you all seem to have a good grasp of your situations and it is good to hear you are faring well and know your limitations - crucial in high pressure situations.”

The First Seeker takes another sip of her drink before you see someone attempt to catch her eye at the other edge of the stage - an Eoxian diplomat who is waiting patiently. Spying them Luwazi smiles and indicates the party. ”As you can see my job is mever done, and you still have some time to see to your own task agents. You are right in that Iteration is ‘eating out of your hand’ as you put it and Ykris seems more than satisfied with your knowledge and gossip.” she says before continuing ”Venture Captain Naiaj and Royo are both happy but i feel a little more would see them totally swayed - As you have guessed Zo! Will require a bit more work, but you should find out what makes them tick first.”

Luwazi bids you all good luck before excusing herself to speak with the diplomat.

You know have a few more rounds to totally impress them. Ykris and Iteration are done so just Naiaj, Royo, both of whom are close and Zo! Who will need some work

Oda moves up to Zo!. She looms close by, but gives him her best smile. Hello again Zo! I don't surpose you recall me from Live Exploration Extreme?

Sence Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Rilynn thinks better of using her special abilities against their targets, for now. She returns to Royo, determined to figure out what makes him tick.

"Regarding your previous point," she picks up the loose thread, "What of the applied metaphysical implications? Do you rely on a priori reasoning to justify your assertions about the gods?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Oda and Zo!

Disengaging from the First Seeker, the Half-orc makes their way to Zo! who is watching in apparent glee as a Half-Elf Starfinder, a veteran agent by their gear, tries an odd smoking delicacy offered to them. The Half-Elf begins to cough almost immediately as their eyes begin to stream. Shrugging, Zo senses Oda's presence and spins - the wide grin never leaving their parchment-coloured face.

"Well hello there! It has been a while hasn't it? You did wonderfully indeed, very tough!" Zo! happily reminisces with Oda about their experience - waiting patiently for them to reply.

Patterson grins as he gets the information on the elebrian. "I think I can show off a bit for them. Wish me luck, hey?" He once again approaches Zo!, taking care to stay in the undead's line of sight as he comes up next to Oda. He waits patiently for an opening before speaking.

"Ser Zo!, I apologize for taking your time again, but I hadn't realized you were interested in physical skills such as this." With a quick glance around to make sure he won't run into anyone, the human executes a one-handed handstand, comes back to his feet, and finishes with a backflip.

Acrobatics check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Turning to the Human as they approach, Zo! looks Patterson up and down, as if appraising their physique. With the offer of a show, they step back and indicate that the soldier should indeed continue. Their eyes widen as Patterson flips first to one hand and then an effortless flip. They clap elegantly as Patterson returns to their feet and sticks the landing.

"Wonderful! Simply wonderful! You must simply have your people talk to mine - I have the perfect role in mind!" the Elebrian replies with a wide smile, clearly satisfied.

Oda waves a hand for Patterson to approach. As he moves toward her she bunches her muscles and throws him into the air.

SFS Cheerleaders R Us

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Edward goes back to chatting with Naiaj.

"Well met again, Naiaj. Have I shown you the data that was collected on Wealdriad during the recent expedition?" Edward pulls up a summary of various analyses on his datapad and hands it to the gnome. "We managed to collaborate with lots of other factions who happened to be onsite to witness the extraordinary event. Look at the EM wave readings! This particular subset was analysed by an Ibran vessel we helped repair before landing."

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Hadir approaches Zo!. "I hear you are looking for Starfinders that are physically capable. Although I will not draw my weapon under these circumstances, perhaps you would be interested in these mimed drills?"

[Ooc] this seems so socially awkward to me [Ooc]

tactical Pike drill: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

With her riveting intellectual conversation at a close, Rilynn cannot help but spy the antics of her teammates. She excuses herself from Royo and dashes over to where the technician is working near the stage and asks, "Do you happen to have a camera you can point in that direction? This is too good..."

And With that everyone is impressed well done all!

Whilst Edward shares interesting data with the Gnomish venture Captain, who takes a few snap shots and does some working out on a datapad - putting down the one pinging her about the Drow on Apostae to do so. "Fascinating, a truly unique phenomenon indeed!" they reply with wonder.
The other side of the room is a different manner of beast entirely however, as Oda and Patterson team up to provide a truly acrobatic and athletic display - the Half-orc showing off their core strength in standing firm as the Human performs an effortless flip from the palm of their hands. As they flip and fly, Hadir moves in a synchronised pattern, timing their thrusts and spins with the physical display - the spear darting out in between a particularly wonderful backflip, seemingly passing within inches of Patterson.

Rilyn rushes to the Tech-guy, finding that they were a step ahead of her, already filming the display. "Haha! This will go great on the next infomercial for the Society - Come for the parties... stay for the acrobats!" they chuckle.

As the display finishes to a round of applause, the group receive a ping from Radazasm, indicating that they should join the Vesk outside in one of the service halls surrounding the Skyreach room. When you all gather, Radazasm is clearly tense and not in the same jovial mood they were before.

The burly vesk doesn’t mince words. “We’ve got a situation on our hands. I’ve been following rumors of a somewhat notorious assassin who only recently showed up on Absalom Station. I just heard from one of my contacts that signs point to the First Seeker as the assassin’s next target—and if that’s the case, the assassin will almost certainly make a move tonight." they let it sink in before continuing.

“Now here’s the thing. I’ve got enough security here that no one’s really in any danger; and besides, Luwazi’s no stranger to a fight. But it’d look really bad for the Society if someone took at shot at her in front of all these high-ups, you know what I mean?" again they let their words sink in.

“On the other hand, if a team of crack Starfinders were to investigate the rumours and unmask the assassin, we’d be able to show that we can still hold our own and add some, oh, let’s say, gravitas to the First Seeker’s announcement tonight. Defeat this assassin in style, impress the investors, make yourselves look good in the process... What do you say?”

They then pause and pull out a case, handing it over. "A gift from the First seeker and I for a job well done in there."

either Oda or Hadir should probably take the armor. Do you want it Oda? One of the two of us or Patterson should probably take the Fangblade

Hadir nods "I get the drift. We will take care of it."

Rilynn's buoyant mood sinks. "Is there any other information about this assassin? Could it be one of the investors?"

She brings up the event guest list on her datapad and crosses it against the Port's arrival manifest, acquiring a suspect list organized by most recent arrival first.

Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Radazasm smiles at Hadir's acceptance of the task and then turns to Rilyn. "All my contacts were able to discover is that the Assassin is a particularly hard-to-trace individual known as Triloteya. They were traced to a rented engineering bay in the Sparks."

With a follow-up ping to your comm units, Radazasm provides the address "Go to the address, check it out and if you find any evidence of who the Asassin might be or what they're plan of attack is then radio in and we'll go from there. Good luck agents".

Will leave it for any more questions - will probably post up the next bit tomorrow to move us on but will try to reply to any queries you may have in the meantime.

"Has the First Seeker been notified? asks Rilynn, annoyed by what she perceives as an inappropriately casual attitude from the other faction leader.

Patterson demurs when offered the fangblade. "Seems like that would be better in the hands of someone stronger, hey? I think this does about the same damage as your doshko, Oda, and still leaves you with a free hand."

Kat just nods at Radazasam instructions with a obedient "On it, Sir"

She dumps the social protocols from her current configuration, and returns to her normal operating mode. She smiles a crooked smile in relief of being released from social obligations and returning to work she is more comfortable with.

Edward nods gravely and types on his datapad.

"A dire situation indeed. Have the Stewards been informed or do you want to keep quiet about this threat for the time being?"

You take it Hadir. Bigger upgrade for you.

Oda takes the fangblade. She hefts it then makes a couple of experimental swings. A wide grin comes across her face as she feels the weight and balance of the weapon. With a nod she sheathes the weapon on her armour.

Sorry - been trying to post but the forums are not playing ball

Radazasm looks at Rilyn, their yellow reptillian eyes blinking slowly at the peeved tone from the agent. "Yes, the First Seeker is aware - this isn't my first gig." they reply flatly, voice dripping with sarcasm. He then turns to Edward, their smooth tone returning as if their previous statement hadn't happened. "Station Security are not yet aware - not enough evidence to go on and my Spiders are on protection duty. If you find something more substantial and feel the need we can move in on it.

As you take the offered gear, Radazasm leaves you to continue their own preparations and ensure their mercenary unit is in place. Travel to the Sparks from the Lorespire Complex is via a series of long lifts that traverse the Spike - a journey that takes 15 minutes. Whilst you travel you can search the Absalom Station infosphere for news and rumours about the assassin.

You can either make a computers check to search up the address, or a Culture check about the Assassin. It is one check for each - if you get 21 or higher you can open both spoilers

We are now on Slide 7 - if you haven't already please copy a token over and fill in the details on Slide 2 ^^

After the journey through increasingly industrial elevators, youarrive in the rough-and-tumble neighborhood of Sparks. The air carries a distinctive metallic tang of mechanical industry, sharp chemical smells, and the stale odors of countless living beings crammed into too-tight spaces. The corrugated metal corridors are cramped, with ceilings only 10 feet high and lit only with stark LED lighting strips; the grinding, clanging, clattering sounds of countless engineers at work carry through the halls.

You are hardly alone in the clamour of a working sector that never truly sleeps, but you attract little attention amongst the residents
and workers who have little interest in tasks other than their own. It takes you only a few minutes to traverse the corridors to the address Radaszam provided; The stained plastic door of this engineering bay is no different from the dozens lining the grimy hallway. A glaring LED lighting strip illuminates the address code imprinted along the doorframe. Every few seconds, this light, along with all the others along the corridor, flickers briefly. Though the sounds of industry still echo through the corridors, this section clearly sees less traffic and is currently devoid of passersby.

Computers check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Culture check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"Triloteya...I know the name. They're wanted in a lot of places across the Pact Worlds, going back several years."

Kat leans against the side of the elevator, propping her battered laser rifle against the wall beside her. Knowing the length of their commute, she settles in and spends a few moments searching the infosphere for any information.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Culture: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"I'm finding reports of intermittent power outages in the area we're headed too. Couple of repair requests filed...still open. Could be unrelated, knowing the Sparks. Speaking of which, everyone been down here before? Keep your credsticks close. Main passages are mostly safe but if we get off into the side passages trying to find this place, well... we should be safe together at least."

She spends the rest of the rides running her mohawk down and off to one side, partly obscuring her face.

As she moves up to the rented engineering bay she takes notice of the flickering lights, which appear to be flickering uniformly.

Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Rilynn brushes off the snark from Radaszam. He was a big shot and she was... not. On the lift she pulls up every single piece of information ever logged on the infosphere about the address of the target, but finds, to her dismay, nothing more than what Kat5e has already relayed to the group.

Are both Computers check spoilers supposed to be the same?

The least experienced with these kinds of operations, Rilynn waits patiently for one of the others on the team to recon. She stands several feet back, eyes constantly scanning the bay for movement, and notes the side entrance.

Pull me up if this isn't possible, but I think it should be

Knowing that they are now hunting an assassin Oda takes no chances. She takes a minute and a half to slide into her armour. The armour looks to be standard, but has several bones and pieces of exoskeleton tied to the belt.

Her armour on she stands allowing the heavy plate to settle on its joints and resting her muscles for now. While others are searching teh infosphere she settles the new fangblade at her hip and checks the placement of her doshko on her back. Satisfied that all is in order she waits for the doors to open grim-faced and ready.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Like Rilynn, wondering if both computer spoilers are supposed to be identical

Edward acquiesces the information provided by his teammates.

"Indeed. One thing is peculiar, though. Triloteya might be well known in the criminal world, but no search on the infosphere seems to turn up a picture of them of any kind.

Whilst riding on the elevators, Edward uncovers once again the microlab slotted onto his armor and begins scanning the party, sometimes asking to take some unobtrusive samples for DNA analysis purposes.

"This will allow me to bolster your biological systems, should things get... Messy."

Back in the elevator....Kat agrees to Edward's testing. "Knock yourself out. The muscles are semi- organic, assisted by servos. Joints are all mechanical. I've had to replace them a few times already, so ya can't help me there. My skin is a mix of organic and synthetic. If you want to investigate that closer you have to buy me dinner first" she adds the last part completely deadpan, leaving you to wonder if she's joking or not until she cracks a smile and laughs at her own bad joke. "Synth skin on high wear areas, makes repairs less intrusive. Let's hope you don't have to get that far trying to help me out"

No - but the Site went immediately into maintenance so I couldn't fix itthe real one is below

Fully prepared in the best way you know how you stand before the Work bay Radazasm's contacts reveal to be the current base of operations of the notorious assassin. The flickering lights around the bay doors reveal that they are both closed.

there are two possible entrances to the building - despite how they look on the map they are both closed.

Oda nods her agreement to Edward. As he takes samples she stands stoically.

"Who wants to cover the side door?" asks Rilynn, taking a step forward to examine the front entrance. Without touching the door, she attempts to assess whether it can be opened, picked, or if trapped - disarmed.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Edward moves next to Rilynn and whips out a few tools from a utility belt strapped under his lab coat.

"Allow me to lend a hand."

Engineering, Aid: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

I will cover the side door. Hadir offers telepathically, drawing his taclash and long-arm as he does so. Signal me in your mind when you are opening your door. He makes a layman's attempt at checking for traps, without really expecting to be able to find them. If one of you trap types can check this door also, I would be deeply grateful.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

if no one else took the flash bang grenades I guess Hadir took them. I'll say he has one ready, holding his rifle with only one hand for now

With a call of "Moving", Kat follows Hadir. As she moves she is on high alert. The tatoo-like circuitry beneath her skin begins to glow brighter and pulsale quicker as she brings herself up to full combat power. When she arrives at the door she checks for traps at Hadir's request.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

She will wordlessly indicate to her teammate if she has found anything or not, and stand with her Azimuth Laser Rifle at the ready.

Oda stands behind Kat5e having moved with her through the corridors.

She peers over Kat's shoulder. She has no special skill at looking for traps, but gives the door a glance anyway.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

Patterson readies his azimuth artillery laser and follows the android.

Rilynn watches as all of the party's muscle walks around to the side door.

I'm starting to think this isn't a good plan, she sends telepathically to Edward. Do they know something we don't?

Edward, engrossed in his examination of the door's mechanism, lifts his head from his work and is surprised to see all of the party bar the lashunta gone.

Hmmph, indeed. I must admit I'm usually not too keen on hunting down assassins. Are side doors preferable in this case?

The scientist unstraps his rifle from his back, pushes a syringe into the loading trap and sets it against the wall before poking his head out of the corner and speaking to the group:

"I do think we should cover both doors. Would you mind sending someone with more brawns than Rilynn and myself? Just a formality, really."

Working together, RIlyn and Edward discover the presence of a rudimentary trap hooked up to the control panel needed to access the engineering bay - it is clear to the two of them that someone had messed with the wiring to provide a powerful shock to anyone attempting to open the door without first disabling it. With a moment the two find the correct wiring and snip it, disrupting the flow and the threat to either side. Then, working in unison due to the telepathic links, the two separate teams count down from three and - in sync - slide open their respective doors to reveal the insides of the bay.

Rusted crates and plastic barrels crowed this cramped workspace. Discarded R2E packaging, beverage pouches, and packing material litter the space. A ledge along the south wall holds a stack of rubber mats in an approximation of a bed beside a high-quality industrial backpack. Ragged wires droop from an exposed conduit along the northern wall, occasionally showering the room in sparks as the lights flicker. You also find that you are not alone - Two Serpentine creatures rest within, and let out a high pitched scream and move to attack.

-ROUND 1 - Bold to go

Patterson
Hadir
Yellow
Oda
Edward
Red
Rilyn
Kat5e

Patterson sprints to cover behind one of the drums before firing on the red serpent.

Artillery laser vs. EAC on red: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

He expertly shreds a light fixture in the ceiling, however.

Hadir tosses the flash grenade II in between the two creatures and then rushes in to the room.

both creatures need to make a DC14 reflex save or be blinded for 1d4 rounds.

As the doors open, Patterson darts in an does indeed destroy one of the malfunctioning light fixings with a shower of sparks. On the otherside of the shack, Hadir launches a grenade that goes off with a flash.

Minor thing, but you do need to roll to hit AC 5 as on a 1 the grenade scatters ^^

caps attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

reflex r: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 blind: 1d4 ⇒ 2
reflex y: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

One of the creatures cries out as their sight is robbed, whilst the other shields themselves with their wings in time. The creature that shielded itself then rushes the Kasatha, striking out with their tail. It strikes against their borrowed armour, inflicting no damage than a bit of scored paint.

it will provoke if you have a melee weapon out Hadir as yours have reach

Attack vs Hadir KAC: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22 for damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

-ROUND 1 - Bold to go

Patterson
Hadir
Yellow
Oda
Edward
Red (blind 2 rounds)
Rilyn
Kat5e

I realize I haven't filled Edward's profile yet; job keeps me pretty busy so I will try to get to it this weekend

As the grenade goes off, Edward takes his rifle against the wall and places himself at the threshold. With a flick of the thumb, he removes the security and aims at the nearest red creature.

Minor Inhibitor: -1 to attack rolls if it hits
Attack, Needler Rifle vs KAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage, P: 1d6 ⇒ 1

In his hurry, Edward flicks the wrong button and instead hits the release mechanism's trigger, causing the syringe to fall out of the barrel.

Definitely getting a "gang that couldn't shoot straight" vibe here.