GM Valen's SFS 2-07 - Four for the First (November 2020)(Subtier 1-2) (Inactive)

Game Master Lysle

“Boy, do I miss the ability to walk on walls and ceilin’! Let's do a pincer maneuver on them books, Burnham!” Gava trick attacks the blue book.

Survival to trick attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20
Stactic Arc Pistol vs EAC (possibly flat-footed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Electricity damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Electricity trick damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Amazing - I only need a 5 or higher to trick almost anything at this level, but the 4s keeps showing up. Well, if the creature is under CR 1 it might just be a trick

Meme moved to the bottom of the stairs grabbing his disks as he climbed down them. He then threw one of the disks at the nearest gishvit.

Singing Disk (green): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
So damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Careful to stay clear of Gava's firing lane, Burnham dashes back up the steps. He swings his sword for the gishvit's mouth.

move as shown.

Sword v KAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 ... damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Meme's disk breaks the binding on one of the gishvits (green).

BOTTING Rhubarbie - As requested in Discussion thread

Without a word, the half-orc rushes down the steps and prepares to throw her axe, unaware that magical equations hanging within the air have fully manifested, taking over the entire room!

Rhubarbie, Will save (DC 8): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
The magical script enters her body. The half-orc feels compelled to regurgitate it. She doubles over. Move action

She then heaves as the script flies out and strikes, unerringly at Meme.
Script, force damage v Meme: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Feeling once again in control the Rhubarbie heads down the steps, drawing her hand axe.
Move action

Careful to stay clear of Gava's firing lane, Burnham dashes back up the steps. He swings his sword for the gishvit's mouth.

Burnham, Will save (DC 8): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

My apologies, I failed to realize that the magical script affects everyone until I just re-read this portion of the scenario.

Burnham doubles over and regurgitates script that pierces his nearest ally like a magic missile.
Script, force damage v Gava: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Burnham had to spend a move action regurgitating, but has an action remaining. I will assume that Burnham moves to his current location on the map as per his prior post, but that he does not attack. Burnham may keep the previously posted attack and damage rolls for the next round in which he can act, if he so chooses.

“Boy, do I miss the ability to walk on walls and ceilin’! Let's do a pincer maneuver on them books, Burnham!” Gava trick attacks the blue book.

As the ysoki opens his mouth, unaware that the magical equations hanging within the air have fully manifested.

His attempt to communicate fails!

Gava, Will save (DC 13): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

The equations enter his body, bypassing regular armor protections, preventing him from speaking.

Like his fellow Starfinders, he regurgitates and a bolt of force flies toward Burnham.
Script, force damage v Burnham: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Gava had to spend a move action regurgitating, but has an action remaining. I will assume that Gava moves to his current location on the map as per his prior post, but that he does not attack. Gava may keep the previously posted trick, attack, and damage rolls for the next round in which he can act, if he so chooses.

The gishvits approach and attack.

Gishvit (blue), ribbon w/reach v. Burnham EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Gishvit (green), ribbon w/reach v. Rhubarbie EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Gishvit (yellow), ribbon w/reach v. Rhubarbie EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

One of the ribbons hits Rhubarie.
Rhubarbie, Will save (DC ): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

The silky strand has no effect on her.

THROWING THE BOOKS AT YOU! ROUND TWO Cont'd/ROUND THREE Begins

All PCs must make a DC 8 Will save (DC 13 if they try to communicate in any manner other than telepathically) to act normally. Otherwise, the PC must spend a move action regurgitating the magical script, which manifests as a magic missile that targets that PC’s nearest ally and deals 1d4+1 force damage.

Meme Nom Mimsosil Homus Jul -5 SP
Lexicor
Rilynn Rae
Round Three
Rhubarbie
Burham Kenyon -2 SP
Gava Son of Emer - SP
Gishvit (blue)-5 HP
Gishvit (green) -8 HP
Gishvit (yellow)

Will : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 DC 8

Lexicor will attempt to back away from any potential hostile actions. Then shoots at green

Laser: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 for dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Gava may keep the previously posted trick, attack, and damage rolls for the next round in which he can act, if he so chooses.

Gava trick attacks the blue book using the rolls from last round.

I was wondering why this area effect hadn't kicked in yet!

I'll keep the attack previously rolled. It's really just a delay.

"Yecchh! That sucked!"

Burn swings at the nearby gishvit.

Will save v DC13: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Will DC 8: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

As Meme catches his disk, he realizes something isn't quite right as he regurgitates magical energy that flies at Rhubarbie. He stumbles the rest of the way down the stairs and into the wall, putting the corner between himself and the gishvits.

Script, force damage v. Rhubarbie: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Rilynn stomach's the script with distaste. These are called gishvits? More like givshits. The joke may be the worse affliction.

She moves to support Meme and Rhubarbie, drawing her finger cannon and firing at green.

Energy Ray: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Lexicor's shot readily finds its target.

GM Valen wrote:

Gava may keep the previously posted trick, attack, and damage rolls for the next round in which he can act, take a full round of actions if he so chooses.

CORRECTED in bold

Gava Son of Emer, Will save (DC 8): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Gava trick attacks the blue book using the rolls from last round.

Gava neither fools nor strikes his target.

Burnham's blade slashes into the foe before him.

Rilynn stomach's the script with distaste. These are called gishvits? More like givshits. The joke may be the worse affliction.

She moves to support Meme and Rhubarbie, drawing her finger cannon and firing at green.

Will DC 13 required if PC attempts to speak (even if to make a clever joke!)

No audible sound comes from Rilynn's efforts at jest. Instead, the woman doubles over and regurgitates magical symbols that strike at Meme.
Magic script v Meme : 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

BOTTING Rhubarbie
The half-orc advance and strikes at the gishvit before her with her hand axe.
Melee (hand axe) v green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Damage (S): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Her blow tears through the bookish outsider (green), which flitters lifelessly to the floor.

It's ally (yellow) attempts to lash the half-orc with its ribbon.
Gishvit (yellow), ribbon w/reach v. Rhubarbie EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

The third (blue) attempts to do better against Burnham.
Gishvit (blue), ribbon w/reach v. Burnham EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

The gishvit's ribbon connects with Burnham, seeking to forcefully transfer the information within its pages into his mind!
Burnham must succeed as Will save (DC 12) or be staggered for this many rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 4

THROWING THE BOOKS AT YOU! ROUND THREE Cont'd/ROUND FOUR Begins

All PCs must make a DC 8 Will save (DC 13 if they try to communicate in any manner other than telepathically) to act normally. Otherwise, the PC must spend a move action regurgitating the magical script, which manifests as a magic missile that targets that PC’s nearest ally and deals 1d4+1 force damage.

Meme Nom Mimsosil Homus Jul -10 SP
Lexicor
Rilynn Rae
Round Four
Rhubarbie
Burham Kenyon -2 SP (Will save DC 12 or be staggered)
Gava Son of Emer - SP
Gishvit (blue)-5 HP
Gishvit (green) -14 HP
Gishvit (yellow)

Rilynn Rae wrote:

Rilynn stomach's the script with distaste. These are called gishvits? More like givshits. The joke may be the worse affliction.

She moves to support Meme and Rhubarbie, drawing her finger cannon and firing at green.

Will DC 13 required if PC attempts to speak (even if to make a clever joke!)

No audible sound comes from Rilynn's efforts at jest. Instead, the woman doubles over and regurgitates magical symbols that strike at Meme.
[dice=Magic script v Meme ]1d4+1

Italics and lack of quotes indicates telepathy. Sorry if that was not obvious.

Italics and lack of quotes indicates telepathy. Sorry if that was not obvious.

Ah, I see.

She moves to support Meme and Rhubarbie, drawing her finger cannon and firing at green

The shot from the fired finger goes wide.

THROWING THE BOOKS AT YOU! ROUND THREE Cont'd/ROUND FOUR Begins

All PCs must make a DC 8 Will save (DC 13 if they try to communicate in any manner other than telepathically) to act normally. Otherwise, the PC must spend a move action regurgitating the magical script, which manifests as a magic missile that targets that PC’s nearest ally and deals 1d4+1 force damage.

Meme Nom Mimsosil Homus Jul -5 SP
Lexicor
Rilynn Rae
Round Four
Rhubarbie
Burham Kenyon -2 SP (Will save DC 12 or be staggered)
Gava Son of Emer - SP
Gishvit (blue)-5 HP
Gishvit (yellow)

1 EP Total
Will DC8: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Meme steps up to the nearest gishvit and lashes out at it with the disk in his hand.

Entropic Strike w/ Singing Disk (yellow) vs EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
A/B damage: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Gava trick attacks the blue book.

Survival to trick attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
Stactic Arc Pisto vs EACl: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Electricity damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Electricity trick damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Rilynn shakes off another page of stomach-churning post-modernism, draws her arc pistol, and shoots at yellow.

Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Gava Son of Emer, Will save (DC 8): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Gava trick attacks the blue book.

The ysoki fools the bluish book and zaps it!

THROWING THE BOOKS AT YOU! ROUND THREE Cont'd/ROUND FOUR Begins

All PCs must make a DC 8 Will save (DC 13 if they try to communicate in any manner other than telepathically) to act normally. Otherwise, the PC must spend a move action regurgitating the magical script, which manifests as a magic missile that targets that PC’s nearest ally and deals 1d4+1 force damage.

Meme Nom Mimsosil Homus Jul -5 SP
Lexicor
Rilynn Rae
Round Four
Rhubarbie
Burham Kenyon -2 SP (Will save DC 12 or be staggered)
Gava Son of Emer
Gishvit (blue) -10 HP
Gishvit (yellow)

Lexicor, emboldened by his success, continues to fire at blue.

laser: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

But he cannot get a clear shot with all the movement.

Will, dc12: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Will, dc8: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Streams of math flow through the fiber into Burn. By conditioned response habitualized in long lectures during his short unsuccessful scholastic career, his mind diverts it into a rhythmic, 'Wah, WAH, wah, ... ' that hardly interferes with his real intention to cut the book-like menace into one inch squares.

Sword v KAC, full attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 4 = 2 ... damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Sword v KAC, full attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 - 4 = 21 ... damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

crit damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Wow. When I made both saves, I was sure Burn would whiff the attacks.

Edit: Forgot to mention that the target was blue.

Lexicor, Will save (DC 8): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Lexicor, emboldened by his success, continues to fire at blue.

Streams of math flow through the fiber into Burn. By conditioned response habitualized in long lectures during his short unsuccessful scholastic career, his mind diverts it into a rhythmic, 'Wah, WAH, wah, ... ' that hardly interferes with his real intention to cut the book-like menace into one inch squares

The blue "book" is completely *ahem* Burned."

BOTTING Rhubarbie

Will save (DC 8): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
The half-orc hacks at the gishvit with her hand axe.
Melee (hand axe) v yellow, full-attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage (S): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Melee (hand axe) v yellow, full-attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Damage (S): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

The remaining gishvit bites at Meme with abandon!
Gishvit, bite, full-attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 4 = 9
Damage (P): 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Gishvit, bite, full-attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 4 = 13
Damage (P): 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The kasatha gets a paper kut!

THROWING THE BOOKS AT YOU! ROUND FOUR Cont'd/ROUND FIVE Begins

All PCs must make a DC 8 Will save (DC 13 if they try to communicate in any manner other than telepathically) to act normally. Otherwise, the PC must spend a move action regurgitating the magical script, which manifests as a magic missile that targets that PC’s nearest ally and deals 1d4+1 force damage.

Meme Nom Mimsosil Homus Jul -7 SP
Lexicor
Rilynn Rae
Round Five
Rhubarbie
Burham Kenyon -2 SP
Gava Son of Emer
Gishvit (blue) -21 HP
Gishvit (yellow)

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Magic missile on Burnham Kenyon: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Gava spits a missile against Burnham and then moves around the stairs.

Will : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Lexicor continues to shoot

Laser: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 for dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

The page of script reads like some obnoxious existential sermon. Rilynn recognizes the book as Maxim Petrovich's second treatise, The Lives of Our Days, a dreadful pretentious bore. She'd heard Petrovich returned to Absolom Station recently, proclaiming himself to be a hero of the galaxy for having destroyed a 'stellar degenerator', whatever that is. She was sure he'd made it all up to sell books.

Shrugging off the dry prose, she tries her luck again with her arc pistol, and only misses slightly less badly than the first shot.

Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Using one hand as a pivot, Burn leaps the rail and drops to the floor below. He rushes toward the combat with the last gishvit.

GM, the move shown is his maximum possible move at full speed. Please adjust his position based on your ruling on hurdling the rail and dropping to the floor.

2 EP total

Will DC8: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Instead of regurgitating the script, Meme merely belches as a few spectral words alight from his breather. He then gets down to the business of destroying awful literature.

Move action to boost Entropic Strike by sepnding 1 EP. 1 EP remaining

Entropic Strike w/ singing disk vs EAC (yellow): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Boosted B/A damage: 1d3 + 2 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + 2 + (1) = 4

As Gava spits out words, Lexicor and Rilynn miss their mark.

Using one hand as a pivot, Burn leaps the rail and drops to the floor below. He rushes toward the combat with the last gishvit.

The drop was 10 feet. The Acrobatics check was sufficient to avoid damage.

Meme's singing disk has the book covered. Lyrics lash literature as one composition decomposes another!

The gishvit is injured, proving that might does not make write!

BOTTING Rhubarbie
Will save (DC 8): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Rhubarbie goes off script allowing the script to go in Rhubarbie.
Wrongful writing strikes Meme: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Having hurled, the half-orc hatchets the hardcover.
Melee (hand axe) v yellow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Damage (S): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Some unknown author's oevure turns Meme into some hors d'oeuvres!
Gishvit, bite, full-attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 4 = 12
Damage (P): 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Gishvit, bite, full-attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 4 = 18
Damage (P): 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

THROWING THE BOOKS AT YOU! ROUND FIVE Cont'd/ROUND SIX Begins

All PCs must make a DC 8 Will save (DC 13 if they try to communicate in any manner other than telepathically) to act normally. Otherwise, the PC must spend a move action regurgitating the magical script, which manifests as a magic missile that targets that PC’s nearest ally and deals 1d4+1 force damage.

Meme Nom Mimsosil Homus Jul -10 SP | -10 HP
Lexicor
Rilynn Rae
Round Six
Rhubarbie
Burham Kenyon -5 SP
Gava Son of Emer
Gishvit (yellow) -9 HP

+1 EP: 2 EP Total

Will DC13: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Meme is smashed from all sides by the heavy words flowing through this space. He lets escape one word before realizing what it could mean, "MEDIC!!!" He claps a hand over his breather, pushing the words back in. He lashes out at the gishvit in anger with disks in hand.

Move action to boost Entropic Strike by sepnding 1 EP. 1 EP remaining.

Entropic Strike w/ singing disk vs EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Boosted B/A damage: 1d3 + 2 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + 2 + (2) = 7

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Gava double moves towards the enemy.

I also miss the mount's speed

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Rilynn dismisses the latest textual assault, some unimportant political documents regarding the comingling of various corporatist factions on Castrovel; the sort of thing her mother might have read to her at night to get the young Damaya to sleep.

This time she aims really, really good and remembers not to hold her breath when she pulls the trigger.

Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Will save DC 8: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

The Exo-guardian dashes up the last stairs and circles behind the gishvit.

The he brings his sword down on the creatures top cover.

Sword v KAC, flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9 ... damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Move as shown. Burn takes an AoO to get the flanking position.

Lexicor hears the call for medic and realizes the laser will not be enough. Desperation sets in.

Will : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

”ENOUGH! “

He casts magic missiles at the remaining creature

MM : 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1, 2) + 3 = 7

Meme kicks the living gishvit out of the library!

COMBAT OVER

With the outsiders gone, the equation storm ceases. Shortly thereafter, Albryan enters shortly after an apologies for what he describes as “invading parasites”. Albryan offers to allow you to spend more time in the area as recompense. However, your collective research has already provided you with enough insight from the documentation to tell that the Starfinder Society agents previous had been following up on all information related to a string of Pact World–sponsored colonies out in the Vast that went missing, but were never acknowledged by the Pact. It would seem, then, that the party having already recovered all of the available information. The axiomite also provides you with an amulet of camouflage, a spare that retrieved from one of Athaeum's many vaults.

"This reward is for your efforts weathering the equational storm and defeating the aberrant tomes. I must, however, demand that you depart as soon as your allotted time is over." Albryan insists. Albryan and the other Curators refuse to allow any of the documents to
leave the library.

Left no alternative, you depart Athaeum and make the journey back to the Pact Worlds. Upon your return, Ehu meets with you. commending you for braving the unexpected dangers of the library.

"While the danger was unexpected," the kasatha states, “a Starfinder must always be prepared for danger in the most peaceful corners of the galaxy.”

Reviewing your information that you have learned about the missing Pact Worlds colonies, Ehu indicates that the information is startling and that he plans to petition the Forum to investigate the apparent Pact Worlds cover-up. He again thanks you and immediately departs to collate the retrieved data and put together his case.

Your personal comms ping with a notice that your accounts have each received a deposit of 180 credits.

One more candidate to go!

Days after turning off the lights on Kalcijet 5, you have the opportunity to learn or recall more about First Seeker candidate, Avor Stelek.

You can find Avor Stelek on the Ring district of Absalom Station, far from the Lorespire Complex and somewhat close to the Little Akiton. Avor waits at a small bistro called All That and the Sun that uses various holographic projectors to turn the surrounding terrain into a re-creation of Akiton's vast deserts. As you find Avor, he's in the middle of reading a datapad, and when he sees you he looks up.

"Greetings, my fellow Starfinders!" he says with a smile, which begins to fade when he asks, "Do any of you happen to have experience with legal documents?"

Picture of Avor now available on Slides.

Rilynn cannot help but feel shellshocked by the last mission. That the Curators are allowed to persist in their treacherous activities against free civilizations - the theft of and destruction of knowledge, to later be wielded as power - is the highest crime she can imagine. She spends the entire journey back to Absolom wondering what angle the Curators have for allowing them access to that small piece of information. Surely they did not do it out of a sense of philanthropy. She has a mind to counsel Ehu on the dangers of using the collected information, but he seems to be singular of purpose and naive to complexity and abstraction.

She walks out of the Kasatha's office desperately in need of a shower. The Maker help us if he is selected as the next Seeker.

"Well, let's get on with it. One to go."

Culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Rilynn knows surprisingly little about Avor Stelek, only that he is a renowned warrior, with acclaimed victories against the jinsuls during the events of the Scoured Stars incident. She is frankly shocked that he is even in consideration for this high office, but Luwazi doesn't make these choices lightly.

At Azor's question, the young Damaya looks away, not wanting to be trapped amidst piles of digital paperwork.

Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

"Nope!"

Between reading educated almost into oblivion and the long trip and recovery, Meme pretty much forgets about why he was so upset to start with. He's just glad that he made it out of that library alive.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 Feel free to review all the info in the spoilers.

"Before we get into anything, my man, I just have to say one thing: I love that mustache of yours. I'm in total envy. This rebreather really cramps my facial hair game, you know. Oh yeah...yeah, I know nothing of legal documents, but is there a specific question you have regarding one? Maybe I have heard something dealing with those vid sphere 'crats."

Culture, to recall information on laws/legal aspects: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 (-5 to DC is related to body building...as if)

Nice work closing out the gushvits, Meme!

In the present

Burn shrugs. Legalities, research, it's all paperwork, and none of it is his forte.

"Sorry, no legal experience here."

”I have no experience specific to legal documents but can identify holes in logic. “

Culture : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Before we get into anything, my man, I just have to say one thing: I love that mustache of yours. I'm in total envy. This rebreather really cramps my facial hair game, you know. Oh yeah...yeah, I know nothing of legal documents, but is there a specific question you have regarding one? Maybe I have heard something dealing with those vid sphere 'crats."

"I hope so, Meme. Please, take a look." Avor replies, handing the datapad before him to Meme. "As for the mustache, the secret is all in the wax. I can have a sample sent to you, if you'd like?"

”I have no experience specific to legal documents but can identify holes in logic. “

"Indeed, Lexicor. Identifying a loophole that we can exploit may be precisely what need," suggests Avor. "But, as far as these contracts are concerned, I am beginning to have doubts as to whether they contain much in the way of logic."

"I have experience checking validity of basic forms of ID, not certain if that is going to help"

Meme takes the data pad and carefully starts perusing it.

Profession (vid personality): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

"Well, this doesn't look good for the Starfinders, if I can be honest here dude. Looks like Zo! wants to basically own us for monitoring rights in perpetuity. You know, I'm a bit in awe over that Zo! guy, but this is a bit creepy and just wrong. I'd see if you can get some proper lawyers to look at this and make some much needed changes. This job is hard enough without having to fight a PR campaign over some choice footage taken at the wrong time. Know what I mean?"

The red-skinned Akitonian man smiles as he takes back the datapad. "Your honesty is appreciated, Meme. The Society's legal team is currently wrapped up in a number of other matters, a surprising number arising from defective product suits and contractor disputes brought on during the repairs to the Master of Stars."

Avor shakes his head. "But just because the dedicated legal teams aren't presently able to devote their attention to a lone, questionable contract involving a single agent, doesn't mean that we can't."

"Tt seems one of our fellow agents has got themselves in over their head. The android Pave-5 gained some notoriety for being one of the first Starfinders to enter the moon of Salvation’s End, which led them to meeting some media contacts working for the infamous undead mogul Zo!" Avor explains. "Then, regrettably without first having consulted with anyone in the Society's legal department, Pave-5 agreed to a long-term contract with those agents, and now they’re stuck having every moment of their existence filmed by undead camera crews. A Starfinder can’t work in those conditions, so the Society’s leadership has effectively considered Pave-5 to be out of commission until this situation gets resolved."

Avor Stelek stands up gracefully, placing his ceramic cup on the table. “I for one can’t stand to see a fellow agent so abused. I’m going to ask your help in trying to get Pave-5 out of this mess.”

The man quickly pays his tab at the shop, then turns to you and says, "And, I'll be joining you. After all, no leader deserves their position if they just remain behind desks all day.”

As Avor leads you all through a section of the station between the Freemarkets and Little Akiton, the trip takes about half an hour.

En route, you have time to further peruse the contract involving Pave-5.

Avor eventually stops in a transitory section of Absalom Station that contains several small shops and a series of installed green areas. These green areas contain short benches and small ponds for passersby to sit and enjoy some tranquility.

Sitting atop one of the benches in the central pond area is an agender android, starring indifferently at the still water.

"Pave-5." Avor mutters quietly, a hint of sadness evident in his voice.

Picture of Pave-5 now available on Slides.

Not far from the android's location is a blue-skinned ghast in professional dress, viewing a monitor, along with an undead vid crew, their lenses trained on the android. The black-framed, canvas chair behind the ghast bears the label, "Wazasha Kevir of Zo! Media".

Picture of Wazasha Kevir of Zo! Media now available on Slides.

Map of the area showing positions of PCs, android, and undead now on Slides.

Any who wish to first converse with Pave-5 may attempt a Diplomacy check along with their post.

Any who wish to first converse with Wazasha may attempt a Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate check with their post.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

As they leave to café, Meme has his nose in the datapad, trying to glean more information from it, but his limited experience with the legal aspect, is unable to get addition insights.

Profession (vid personality): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

He hands the datapad back to the prospective first seeker and walks to the unfortunate inactivated Starfinder. "Hey, man. I'm Meme and I see that you have quite the hanger on there. I know a bit about being in front of the camera, but for me, it's 100% my doing. As much as I enjoy it, I doubt I would find it fun if I didn't have any respite." He looks to the ghast for a moment before turning back to Pave-5. He whispers, "We are here to do something about that. How can I help?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Perception : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

”The performing arts have evaded my interest. Something I may to remedy in the future.“

Completely unsure of what to do to actually help Pave-5, Burn settles on his usual modus operandi. He pushes past the other party members. "Excuse me."

Then he marches to a position between Pave-5 and the camera crew.

Rilynn can't help but think this is exactly the sort of contractual trap that Tara Nova could have avoided in her sleep, and probably turned the negotiation around to favor the Starfinders. Oh well.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 7

She sizes up the stylish blue ghast and instantly knows Wazasha is her kind of undead girl.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"I hope Zo! doesn't only hide you behind the camera," says Rilynn by way of introduction, layering on the charm. "I'm Rilynn Rae. I was featured in a recent episode of Pact World Warriors. On the winning team, of course. I'm a big fan of your boss, but isn't everyone? She waves at the limp android. "Hmm, but this cannot be good for ratings. I've watched surveillance video of corporate board meetings that were ten times more entertaining than this. I wonder, what would it take to let this sad creation off the hook? I bet we could find you better material." The Damaya twirls her hair with a finger playfully.

Lexicor still remains puzzled at all the commotion.

Why would you agree to such an unbalanced agreement in the....oh nevermind. The percentage points of the ratings divided by the meager payment for royalties are certainly inappropriately favoring one side. And it definitely is not yours. We must re-balance the agreement.

He looks to the ghast for a moment before turning back to Pave-5. He whispers, "We are here to do something about that. How can I help?"

"There is nothing you can do." Pave-5 laments quietly. The android releases a deep sigh, then repeats, "Nothing."

"Hmm, but this cannot be good for ratings. I've watched surveillance video of corporate board meetings that were ten times more entertaining than this. I wonder, what would it take to let this sad creation off the hook? I bet we could find you better material." The Damaya twirls her hair with a finger playfully.

As the human twirls her hair, a lengthy tongue hungrily slips out of Wazasha's mouth. "Mwy," the ghast begins, the nearly two 2-footlong tongue interfering with her speech, 'awrn't yoo fworward?" The undead woman irritably recoils the back into her mouth to avoid embarrassment.

"As I was saying," she continues, her diction now clear and professional, "you are a bit forward, aren't you? But, yes. This 'sad creation', as you put it has, admittedly, not provided the 'best material'. Since joining an expedition into the false moon of Salvation’s End, my...talents... have not been fully utilized."

"My film crew and I have followed Pave-5 to this area for the past two weeks, and I've come to believe that the android is intentionally performing boring meditative routines to shake her us," Wazasha continues. "But, Pave-5 did sign a contract and they are obligated to deliver on some suitable footage. Unless some seriously exciting content is provided on film, then my assignment here is going to continue, indefinitely."

"Now, being the professional that I am, I believe I have a way to 'liven up' the footage," Wazasha proposes, "though it may have..an opposite effect...on the android, if you catch my meaning. But, now that you are here, I believe that the plan has now become a bit more viable. Here is what I propose. If you want this situation to end, all you have to do is help me get the quality action footage needed to keep Zo! happy. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Seeing Rilynn approach the enemy, Burnham follows her. He stops about ten feet behind her, rifle in hand, and watches and listens.

Rilynn spends a long moment considering that tongue but snaps out of it when she hears something resembling a negotiation.

"Ooh, I'm switched on! But give me the details, and please say you'll be in front of the camera too. Yes, I think that is absolutely necessary!" She steps within tongue range.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27