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"Kaiole, let me see if I can give you a hand..." Chip moves up to assist with the computer, tinkering with the buttons and changing the red wire with the green wire and ...
"I'm not sure I got it. This old C-64 model is defunct, and annoyingly difficult to fix! Hate these things!" He bashes his wrench on the terminal in frustration. Failing that, he tries to find Floofy.
"Flooffy, huh? Is he what he sounds like? A fluffy animal? And what did you guys do with the fire extinguisher?" Chip moves ahead and examines the makeshift trap, trying to disable it. "That could be dangerous, you know. We're here to help. Let's fix this fire extinguisher up, and then help you with Flooffy."
"Power's out, huh? Not a problem, I know a thing or two about computers," Chip smiles, pulling out a wrench. "Any idea what could be causing the power -" He stops when the screen cuts out. "Guess not. Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get over there. I got a seat at a poker table over at Molly's Chug & Glug with my name on it, and the sooner we can finish this up, the better!"
The race was fun and I enjoyed your commentary. It reminded me of some of my own work from a few months back. :) The upgrade part was a departure from what I was familiar with and I think that confused me. There's the potential for other players to roll piloting for any racers they may have allied with, but no allies were gained in the GM school game, so it meant some players were left out to dry some rounds and had to alternate rolls between rounds. This isn't your fault. Sometimes it helps to gently guide a PC to try other options beyond upgrading the racer. I noticed that sometimes Chip would roll when asked to, but you'd use another PC's name instead when resolving, or Chip's roll would get ignored entirely and I wasn't sure if I'd missed something. As a whole, however, I thought it was handled well and I enjoyed the sequence.
Chip sees the race is about to start and dives back into the scrap heap, looking for additional parts to buff up the racer. He finds the XT-2000 Motor Booster, an experimental product, but it'll have to do.
Covered in grease and filth, Chip sends Sentinel to find a reinforced plate to improve the junkracer's defenses.
Chip laughs as the drone's instructions are simply not followed. He leaps ahead and smashes the blue button along with Kaiole and Morroda. "No one's gonna tell us what to do! The blue is clearly the better choice!" He retrieves his badge and uses his fur to thread it onto his body. "Pit Crew Member Chip P. - Chippy, for short - reporting for duty!"
"Yeah, that didn't go quite as expected, huh?" Chip says, stowing his pistol. "Hey Sentinel, get over here. Looks like you could use some repairs." He gets to work tinkering with the drone. "She sure was a sweet granny. With all that done, there's no way anyone's going to be tracking Ceren down. Let's hope she enjoys her new career," he says with a glance at Kaiole.
"Hey Sentinel, one of them looks wimpy, but the other's in the trees. Sniff him out, will ya?" The drone beeps in affirmation. It turns its tin-can of a head with a whirr, then follows with its body. It zips ahead into the trees like a miniature tank before closing the distance with the remaining thug, attempting to slash him.
The drone zips forward on its tiny wheels, closing the distance with the blue-armored thug. It beeps and whirrs and rings out in a mechanical voice. "TARGET-LOCKED. LET-THE-PAIN-COMMENCE."
Chip laughs at Kaiole's remarks. "Y'know, I know you're a psychologist and all, but what does a psychologist do when they need psychological assistance?" He smiles knowingly. "Now she's got a job. Let's give her a 'family' as well, hmm?" Chip plugs away at the terminal, scrolling through various entries and giving "Ceren" a brother and sister. "... And we should shave her head, too. Yeah, definitely," he mumbles as he hacks away.
Chip scratches his furry chin. Step one. Steal data. Step two. Grow old. Step three. Claim you can't remember why you did it. Seems like the perfect plot. He stares at Ceren for some time, having declined the offer of tea, trying to size her up. "I don't like your story, but it's not like I'm a ysoki of perfect morality either. So, I'm going to agree to help you along with the others here. I've faked a death before. I know a thing or two about it." He flashes a cocky smile. "Perhaps we can hack into the social security database and flag Ceren as dead for starters." He cracks his knuckles, and looks for a terminal.
At the home, Chip winks at his combat drone, sending him into a nearby bush. He then slowly makes his way towards the home, and falls into full panic and charade. "Oh, blast it! Where did that stupid drone go! I had just configured him to be a little more obedient and now he goes and runs off. Sentinel, come on, get out here!" He steps up onto the slab. "Excuse me, kind sir, I see you're busy with your garden here, but I can't seem to find my drone. Have you seen it?"
"A hacker!" Chip liked this news, his tail wagging as if he were a dog as he listened in. Whether or not it was a good thing, he was a tinkerer by nature, and messing with computers sounded like fun. This time, though, it didn't sound like he'd be hacking anything at all, just retrieving it. "Just how sensitive is this information? Who, or what, is Bluerise Tower?" Chip asks, a little concerned that freshly minted Starfinders would be responsible for retrieving the stolen big corporate data.
"Ancient?" Chip looks at the teenager sideways. I should ice this youngster right here. ..... Nah, I've got a better idea. Chip whistles casually as he marches along the edge of the long line. When he's somewhere near the front third of it, he commands his combat drone to make an obvious attempt to skip the line - as a distraction, of course, and Chip attempt to slip in unnoticed further ahead.
"I don't know about you guys, but I say we pick up this album first. I hear they're selling out fast," Chip says, rolling a single credit over his knuckles. "If Strawberry Machine Cake is this popular, I wouldn't mind buying an album for myself. I wonder if I'd be able to resell it for profit if I held it for long enough," he laughs.
Incinerating aliens, she says... Chip looks at Dee curiously. Strictly business, I see. Note to self: don't mess with the android. Chip is his usual chattery self on the way to Downlow, though it appears he's taken extra measures should any local law enforcement spot him. "Don't mind me, Mr. ... Morroda, was it?" He uses the half-orcs sheer size as cover, standing close enough to avoid the gaze of any potential bouncers from the other night's incident. "Just admiring those massive guns of yours!" When introduced to Zigvigix, Chip is more intrigued about the album than the alien. "So you want us to give a copy of the album to Historia-7? Is she a fan? ... Are you a fan?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a minute," a diminutive ysoki shouts at his personal comm. It had rung to life moments ago with the echoing voice of Guidance requesting Chip's presence at Lorespire Complex. Seated in the seediest of casinos, even for Downlow, Chip had racked up a pile of, well, chips, and nothing would stop him from building his fortune. Or so he'd thought. Perhaps it was the sudden neon underglow shining in from a junkracer pulling up to the place, or perhaps it was simply his amputated finger failing at the worst moment - he'd dropped his Card Counter 3000, his prized possession, on the table. Daggers wouldn't nearly describe the glares he'd received from the other players, nor from the Vesk dealer. "Well! You know what guys, it's been really great, but I really should be going! Gotta stop while you're ahead, right? Alright, see ya!" Inhaling as many chips as he possibly could into his cheek pouches, he leapt off the stool and charged for the front doors, his ashy gray fur nothing more than a blur. He stopped only to pick up his plastic finger. A crash of tables and thunderous profanities rings out behind him, but he's too fast. Much too fast. He's already on a shuttle into the stars before the first bouncer even leaves the casino. ___ Now at Lorespire Complex, Chip stretches his arms out and leans back as he finishes explaining his less-than-honorable story to everyone else. He sighs in relief, smiling. "I mean, that was sort of how it went. Can't go getting arrested. I obviously returned the chips the next day. Chip returns the chips. Hah. Oh, right, I'm Chip." He winks. Subtly. But it's hard to tell if he's serious or not. "Now, Kaiole, was it? I'd gladly take you up on that psychoanalysis. Perhaps at a discount, hmm? I think you'd gathered by now that I'm, well, a whole hull short of a full starship, if you know what I mean. Pretty good with tools though. And chips." He winks again, casually swabbing his cheek. |
