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Any character with the chronicle for #1-02 or #1-10 will recognize Philt. Do any of you have the AbadarCorp Respct boon?

Nope, nope, and nope.

"Ah, thank you for your astute assessment. So, she thinks she's a master manipulator. Well team, how do you propose we use that against her?" Far be it from Anock to admit that she'd be utterly outmatched in a game of manipulation, but she knows how to mask her inadequacies with delegation and distraction.

"Ah. Thank you. The Starfinder Society has a vested interest in maintaining *civil* relations with all reasonably-minded peoples. Good day." Anock stashes any of the gifted items that her allies don't claim immediately and shoos them along in front of her. "Time's a-wasting, folks. There's a conversation to be had before a certain deadline, and I don't intend to miss it. Let's go!"

Please no Infamy.

"Now hold on a minute! Twilight here has got the right of it. And honestly, killing people for giving someone a bruise? Wouldn't a more fitting sentence be sitting in a jail cell for a few days? Tempers will cool off then, and you won't *permanently* lose paying customers or merchants. Killing people for minor infractions stifles good business, for crying out loud!" Anock huffs. These khulan are so stupidly rigid! Is murdering people the only thing they've tried to keep order?!

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

"Oh, we didn't see the start. We just saw the last five seconds or so. There were some angry voices, and the two were clearly deep in tense negotiations of some sort. I couldn't hear what either of them said, so I have no idea why the dark-haired man reached for a weapon. That's when the blond man struck him, and you arrived promptly thereafter." There's a part of Anock's mind that is rather proud of herself for the "thereafter". It makes her seem so smart. But what concerns her most right now is making sure that there is no "jump to conclusions" style judgement/punishment, but rather actual, reasonable justice based on a fair, thorough, impartial investigation. Like *civilized* people.

I wonder if that khulan realizes that their presence is interrupting commerce more than a fist fight would've, Anock muses, looking around at just how far the zone of people making themselves scarce or trying to avoid notice has spread. But if they're really as violent as their reputation, we ought to say something, shouldn't we? She sighs, then speaks up: "Excuse me? Apologies, but I'm new here. Do you intend to ask for witness testimony before passing judgement? If so, I have to hurry or I'll miss my chance to engage in commerce before the items are gone. Any chance we can make this quick?"

At the sight of the incoming ethereal fey, Anock folds her arms and watches closely. Oh, really? Well, this ought to be interesting. Let's see the infamous khulan in action.

Perception DC 19: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Sense Motive DC 15: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

It occurs to her to send a mental message to her team. It's unlikely any of them were perceptive enough to notice. "The dark-haired man was reaching for a weapon when the blond man struck him."

"Well, you're no help," Anock snipes at the security guard and flounces off in Vitellius's wake. She's in high dungeon now, and his antics grate on her nerves. The temptation to give him bunny ears pops into her mind, and the only thing that stops her is how goofy and undignified it would make *her* look to do such a thing.

And with that, the group scatters (somewhat; she makes sure everyone stays within sight of each other) to gather intel. Anock does exactly what she intended, marching straight up to the station security guard and announcing in her most matter-of-fact voice: "You're not very good at looking like you're not keeping an eye on someone. So let's cut the act and get right to the exchange of information. What *exactly* were you told to look out *for*? And what do you know about the captain, crew, and cargo of that ship? To be clear, we're not here to cause undue trouble." Anock preens inwardly at her deceptive phrasing; she's quite certain any trouble the Starfinders cause will definitely be "due". "We've been sent to gather *information*, which, if everything goes as desired, won't interfere with the local commerce in any way."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Oh hey! Not a bad roll. If the security guard doesn't have anything to say, she'll repeat herself to another person.

Well, that didn't sound convincing. Anock decides to hang back a bit to see how the group handles this situation. If they don't salvage this, I'll do it *my* way: *directly*.

i.e., she'll walk right up to them and say "You're not very good at looking like you're not keeping an eye on someone. So let's cut the act and get right to the exchange of information."

"Of course. But we need to move quickly so we don't miss her," Anock agrees, covering any irritation at Twilight's resistance to her plan. I was skipping to the end, but if she wants to meander through the middle steps, I suppose I should let her learn the hard way that it's not always necessary, she muses.

Anock telepathically poses an idea to the group, one mind at a time (Vitellius is the last to hear): "We should go check out The Tyrnadian and see what the situation is there. If we stow away on the ship, we can deal with the situation after leaving the Hivemarket and not have to deal with the feys' interference. I expect we'll come up with a better plan once we've gathered more intel."

You only need two haulers, and I'm giving it to Anock and Vitellius because they did the least to help elsewhere.

Anock and Vitellius pick things up and put them down. There is probably more footage of the shirren complaining than is usable in any galaxy.

Totally fair and 100% correct. ;D

If no one claims any of the items, Anock will carry them.

She turns to Fletch and asks in her most nonchalant manner (which has all the delicacy and precision of a club in a whirlwind): "So, we hear that Szelanius has some interesting stuff we'd like to see. What do you know about her? What can we expect?"

"And he didn't even eat any. Shows how good they are, doesn't it?" Anock shakes her head. Twilight has the right idea.

Oof. -1 or not trained in all those skills.

Well, it's time to check on the success of my subordinates. Anock follows up with the people her team has talked to, ensuring that everything is to their satisfaction, then speaks to some of the other folks who've been complaining.

Diplomacy to Aid whoever rolls Diplomacy next: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

Deeply satisfied with her amazing people skills, she looks around at the rest of her crew. "All right team! Who's going to move those boxes? Those pallets aren't going to move themselves! Look, even Vitellius helped." She leans over to Twilight and murmurs: "Honestly, I'm rather surprised he even bothered to do one. I would've thought he'd shove a camera and mike into someone else's face as *they* did the work."

If no one else finishes loading the pallets, Anock will get really huffy and indignant, but eventually will break down and finish the job. She won't stop complaining about it and making sure everyone knows how disappointed she is in their laziness for the entirety of the mission.

"So true," Anock agrees, then turns back to the ysoki. "Lay it on us. How can we help?" It's not like they have to worry too much about time. If their target leaves the market while they're busy, the shobhad can (presumably) take care of them just fine.

1. No stealing. Punishment ranges from injury to death, to match the crime.

2. Trade is defined as an exchange by two or more parties. Do not interfere with trade for any reason.
3. The khulan strictly enforce rules 1 and 2.

"Hm. Not sure 'match' is the right verb to use," Anock muses, obviously sure it isn't. "Killing for killing, theft for theft. *Those* match. But whatever. *I'm* not going to be stealing anything."

She notices that Poko has zeroed in on a member of the populace. Knowing firsthand how charismatic and open Poko is, Anock steps back to watch the interaction play out. If it goes well, she'll be proud of her protege.

My token is placed on the map. Is that the right spot for entry?

Anock would definitely have availed herself of the opportunity.

Having compound eyes, she cannot roll them, but Anock does the shirren equivalent as she turns to look anywhere else.

"Twilight, how do you feel about someone riding on your back?"

This reminds me of a photo of one of my kids sitting on a barbie horse when they were preschool-aged. Amazingly, it didn't break, though it looked like the legs ought to have snapped.

The look on Anock's face as Vitellius suggests someone riding on the miniature pony unicorn clearly shows that she's wondering if the man is out of his vapid gourd. "Anyone who *doesn't* want to be a drama queen can walk where and how they choose, camera angles be darned. Vitellius, try going for a 'true reality' type vibe, without the curated camera angles. Those are so over-exposed they've gotten boring and predictable. You'll never stand out if you do what everyone else has been doing." She had been about to reprimand him even further, but caught herself in time as she realized that a true leader knows how to redirect energy toward less counterproductive pursuits. And of course, Anock knows she's an excellent leader. The best, in fact. He'll be easier to manage if he doesn't feel completely thwarted.

"Well, as long as we don't cause trouble I'm sure we can scope out the situation. If we can figure out how to flush her out at a specific place and time it'll be easier to handle her," Anock muses.

Finally! Anock is relieved when their contact starts speaking Common. She's rather peeved, though, that he didn't *start* with that, though. Common courtesy isn't common enough! Between her indignant thoughts, she tries to dredge up information about what she's heard.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

She's got nothing. Seriously, how rude is this guy?!

Anock can heal SP at a rate of 1 per round for 1 minute for a total of 7 times per day, so a light healer should be a good complement. If you can't decide, maybe roll a d2 for it?

As soon as she gets a glimps of the interior of the bar, Anock pulls out her sanitizer. Ugh! What filth! How can people live like this?! She's hard-pressed to remain diplomatic in a filthy hovel like this, so she delegates imperiously to Vitellius. "You. Vitellius. You said you speak Akitonian. Make nice with them and find out what we need to know for our mission."

No worries. Actually, Poko and Anock just got back from a mission a short time ago.

Anock goes stock-still for a moment when Poko asks for a hug. ...Germs... But Poko looks clean, and Anock did spend an inordinate amount of time in close proximity to her not that long ago. She takes a deep breath. Really, she's quite fastidious, even in unhygienic situations. Really... Gulping, she acquiesces. "*Brief* hug times, Poko, but yes."

After the hug, which no doubt went on longer than she would've liked, Anock turns to Vitellius. "If your shots are too perfect everyone will think it's scripted and fake. We'll do our best to make sure that isn't an issue," she informs him with only a dollop of smugness.

Looks like we have two envoys, a solarion, a technomancer, and a nanocyte. Looks like we could use some healing, since Anock isn't nearly as capable as she thinks she is. But we'll have fun no matter who you bring.

Oh, if he thinks to put me on the B-roll, he's got another thing coming, Anock muses, trying to decide whether she'll be amused or irritated at this guy who's *obviously* got Main Character Syndrome. The irony of her assessment is completely lost on her.

Just before heading out the door, Anock checks her inbox. As she scans VC Arvin's message, she swells with indignation. "*Really?!*" Anock exclaims. "I just got back from *weeks* of roughing it after crash landing on a distant planet that was trying to kill us *the whole time*, and I have a full week of cleansing spa appointments scheduled to *decontanimate me* from that awful hellhole! I don't have time to--AAARRGGGGH!" It's only after stomping and throwing a hissy fit in her entryway for a full eight seconds that she realizes how immature she's being. It takes another twenty minutes or so for her to calm down enough to reply professionally. Sighing, she cancels all her spa appointments.

Deep down, she knows that it's unlikely that she's still harboring any dangerous pathogens from that planet, but her germophobic tendency makes it hard to truly accept that. She packs way too much hand sanitizer and heads out to meet her new team. Hopefully one of them speaks Akitonian. If not, I'll pick up a Tetrad Certified Translator before we leave. As she walks, she pictures herself delegating aspects of the negotiation to her underlings team, basking in the glory of a job well done. It'll all be worth it. And I'll re-book those spa days afterwards!

RPG Chronicles and Slides done.

For the ship, Anock prefers the Azata so she can pretend to be a medic see to everyone's medical needs.

She's a self-centered ball of delusional ego. If she gets on anyone's nerves, please let me know (PMs are okay if you prefer). I'm happy to adjust her RP so we can all have fun.

Chronicle looks good. Thank you for running, cmlobue!

"Hmph. A letter of commendation is cheapened by excuses. He ought to have just left that out. Now I feel slighted," Anock grumps.

Despite spending as much time as possible in the shower on the way back to civilization, she still feels contaminated and is monitoring herself closely for signs of infection. "I'm still flabbergasted that we weren't put in quarantine for at least four weeks upon our return. Who *knows* what pathogens we could be harboring?!" For her part, she quarantines herself for that duration. As a reward, she books some serious time in a health spa afterwards. Maybe after that she'll finally feel clean, inside and out.

Well, we squeaked by. Thanks for playing, guys!

"Ow! Hold still you pernicious pest!" Anock grants herself a nanite surge, gaining a bit of healing for herself as well as Wilson. Trying a different tactic, she prances around a bit before whacking at the crab in the hopes that it'll be confused enough for her to hit it.

Tactical baton: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Bludgeoning damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Anock now gets Fast Healing 1 (SP only), and 1 Temp HP per round (which I keep forgetting--sorry Wilson!).

"Oh thank *goodness*!" Anock exclaims as Nip causes one crab's brains to leak out of its carapace. Exasperated at her gun's inability to aim straight, she steps sideways and grabs her tactical baton so she can try to clonk the final crab near her on its head.

Tactical baton: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Bludgeoning damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Oh for the love of--Rrrrgh!"

From "whoa" to "Wahoo!" What a ride.

"That rescue ship can't get here soon enough!" Anock shouts, trying again to shoot the crab that just changed colors when she shot it last time. So *weird*!

Azimuth laser pistol vs. Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Unfortunately, Anock doesn't have a melee weapon out right now, so can't do an AOO either.

Well, Anock isn't a fan of being flanked. How dare these crabs? *Surely* there's enough other stuff to eat on this planet--Wilson was able to find plenty of edible animals, for crying out loud! She takes a step back, relying on Domehead's rump to protect her and hoping against all hope that nothing exits the orifices at that end while she's standing there. Perhaps this time she'll actually manage to shoot a crab?

Azimuth laser pistol vs. Red (flanked): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"Right!" Anock steps back and manifests her nanites as a cloud, bemoaning the loss of the emergency beacon. Hopefully it'll be a short duration. With a mental nudge, she causes the nanites to surge, granting Wilson Fast Healing 1 SP only.

She then tries to figure out why these crabs keep changing colors.

Life Science DC 17: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

It must be a threat display. She shows just what she thinks of their technicolor baloney by shooting the crab that had just scuttled up to her in the, uh, face? Sure, we'll call it a face. Wretched thing.

Azimuth laser pistol vs. Blue: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Maybe she should focus more on aiming than on criticizing the physical appearance of the locals.

5 foot step
Move action: Cloud Array
Swift Action: Nanite Surge
Standard Action: Attack

Life Science DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"Oh my *word*! Those crabs are wearing pieces of *our ship*! For the love of--*rrrrrrgh*!!" Anock stomps the ground with indignant frustration. She whips out her pistol as she dashes around Domehead's tail to get a good shot at the closest crab.

Azimuth laser pistol vs. Green: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

And of *course* her shot is wildly wide. "What?! Is there a magnetic field that throws off our aim or something?!" Never mind that she's the only one who's consistently failed to hit her targets.

Anock hates it right back!

"Whewwwwww!" Anock exclaims. She makes sure her nanites have got the form of the emergency beacon just right so it operates properly. It would be a *travesty* if they missed us!

"If there's only one shower, Wilson gets dibs!" She announces magnanimously. Honestly though, it's mostly because she thinks humans smell kinda weird, and unwashed male is too much for her. As long as she can wash her hands immediately, she can wait her turn. In fact, as she intends to take a very long time ensuring all the microbes from this hateful planet are removed from the exterior of her person, she's willing to allow all the others to go first. Hearing them complain through the door about how long I'm taking would be *so irritating*.

Does anyone have an item that allows you to cast Comprehend Languages? Anock doesn't.

D'oh! My mistake. Sorry. I'll just sheepishly sit in the time-out corner for a bit until the other checks are done.

Life Sciences A, DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Life Sciences B, DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Contents of this spoiler: Eventually one of the holograms begins to change again. The species that attacked the crash site pulls metal plates away from the hull of the wrecked ship and layers them over their own body, which grows to accept the new armor plating. The arrival of the PCs has disrupted the equilibrium that used to keep Iski’s life from further evolution. Now that a random outside factor has been introduced, the cycle could start all over again as fast as before, as everything on the planet begins competing to become more and more lethal.

"Well, it looks like I got a clip from later in a video. I have no idea what led up to it, but the end does NOT look good. That rescue ship cannot come soon enough! Especially since I'm running low on soap!"

"Well, isn't that a kick in the unmentionable area! It's just *taunting* us. 'Oh, it could go straight home, but there's not enough power. Too *bad*.' Ugh! It might as well not even exist!" Anock grumbles and gripes as she struggles to help Nip secure the shelters.

Day 6 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Day 7 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Day 8 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Day 9 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Day 10 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

The last several days, her morale is really starting to slip. She valiantly tries to put on a show of not being a complete and total grouch, but unfortunately that comes at the expense of any useful work.

"What?!" Anock gets excited. "You mean there's a chance--a *chance*--that we could get home ourselves? ... Well? Get crackin' team! Let's figure this out!" She immediately starts bossing everybody around in a most enthusiastic and unhelpful way. After several minutes she stops and slaps her forehead. "Why didn't I connect the dots sooner? The inubrix--we've gotta decompress that machinery somehow. What if it's a starship?!" With glorious visions of arriving back at Starfinder HQ in an advanced alien starship, Anock does some putzing and pondering herself for a change.

Not sure if any additional info can be had with Physical Science, but she'd try anyway.

Physical Science, -5 DC due to Spacefarer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

I assume we need at least a DC 20 Culture role (if no one has comprehend languages) to read the instructions. Correct?

"Yes, Wilson, you and Domehead can go forage. At least the flora and fauna here are edible. I am capable of creating an emergency beacon with my nanites. Once the Society sends a rescue ship, they'll probably look here first. It would make sense for us to make for a landmark that they'd notice from space, and this is the one that'll scream the loudest. I'll get that set up right away. Fortunately I have an extra battery here to power it." This she does right away, setting up the emergency beacon right next to the probe.

"Now for the shelter. Nip, why don't you start looking for supplies while I find the best nearby place to build it?" Of course Anock delegates the dirty work, but soon she realizes that choosing a site is the work of a few minutes. She'll have to actually get her hands dirty (Aack! Germs!) to avoid looking like a lazy, self-entitled leech on the party's resources. Sigh. Well, here goes. Good thing I still have soap in my pack. She soon realizes how hard it is to build a shelter.

Day 1 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Anock): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 (failure)
Day 1 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Botting Poko): 1d20 ⇒ 2 (failure)

Day 2 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Anock): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18 (Success for +2)
Day 2 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Botting Poko): 1d20 ⇒ 11 (Success for +2)

Day 3 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Anock): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 (Success for +2)
Day 3 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Botting Poko): 1d20 ⇒ 5 (failure)

Day 4 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Anock): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 (failure)
Day 4 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Botting Poko): 1d20 ⇒ 1 (failure)

Day 5 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Anock): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11 (Success for +2)
Day 5 Aid Nip to Build Shelter DC 20 (Botting Poko): 1d20 ⇒ 18 (Success for +2)

It turns out that she's not much help. It's a good thing she can contribute the emergency beacon to their rescue efforts, or her poor ego would be absolutely crushed. Each morning she rises early to check the emergency beacon, ready to re-create it as needed. She looks up at the sky, willing the rescuers to arrive with all her being.

Hey! Anock is actually trained in one of those. Wahooo!

Anock takes in the tableau near the probe. "Well, would you look at that."

Physical Science DC 15*: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
* Per Spacefarer: "Reduce the DC of Physical Science checks to recall knowledge about strange new worlds or features of space by 5." So does that make this roll a success?

DC 12 Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

DC 14 Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Despite her grumbling, Anock actually manages the extra marching rather well. She makes a point to look as exhausted as the worst of the team, though. No point in rubbing it in, after all. She mentally pats herself on the back for being such a considerate leader, conveniently not bothering to think about how she ought to be shouldering more of the burden to help them instead.

Will Poko also roll a 9???

"Are you freaking kidding me?! It almost seems like this planet is sentient and actively trying to destroy us! Take us to your leader! We want to talk!" Anock shouts at the sky, shaking her fist. Who knows; maybe that'll help?

Of course, there's no reply. "*Fine!* Tomorrow let's get to the probe. Without the tent, I'm not inclined to sleep in, anyway," she grouses. Irritated beyond all get-out, she follows Wilson's advice about finding a place to hunker down during the fire storm.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Ugggh!" Anock bemoans the loss of the tent. "Looks like we jinked the tent by signing it too soon. Not that I believe in *actual* jinxing like that. Anyway, my arguments from yesterday also apply today, so don't expect me to hop out of bed on this little sleep unless we're actually pressed for time. ... Or it's a safety issue." She glares up at the sky, then rolls over and tries to go back to sleep.

One vote for a partial day.