It’s all good, Redelia. You do so much for these boards - you are appreciated and you are very much allowed to pull the plug if you’re not feeling it.
All the best - seriously.
Thanks! See y’all around!
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"They would have had to have moved fast," the vesk scoffs. "It was only a few moments ago. No need to be scared of a ghost story!"
Very happy you’re feeling better, GM. I’m here!
Sorry, brought home a bug from my trip, so not feeling well. I will be back when I can. Rest well, Redelia!
Com-Tal powers up their pulse gauntlet and shivers, a radiant hue rippling through their improbable fur. "One tick, loves," they say, accessing their memory, trying to concentrate on what they might know about the entity that they saw.
Size Up: SIZE UP (concentrate, envoy, exploration)
Frequency once per hour You spend 1 minute observing a specific individual, 10 minutes researching a specific individual on the infosphere, or 1 hour networking and gathering information about a specific individual in a settlement or appropriate location that they frequent, learning how best to endear yourself to, scare, or otherwise manipulate that individual. This subject is your asset. If you assess your asset via observation, you don’t need to know their identity, but if you assess your asset via research or networking, you must know their identity, which requires at least two relevant pieces of information about them. Examples of relevant information could include their name, their place of origin, their current residence, the name of their parent or significant other, their employer, or their organizational affiliation. The GM determines what constitutes relevant information for this purpose, based on the asset you’ve selected. You gain a +1 circumstance bonus to Deception, Diplomacy, Intimidation, and Perception checks made against your asset or in relation to your asset if the target knows your asset, and a +1 circumstance bonus to attempts to Recall Knowledge about your asset. You can maintain a number of assets equal to your Charisma modifier. If you Size Up other assets after that, your new asset replaces a previous one.
Happy Trails!
”Yes, and that apparition will soon be coming for us as well!” Com-Tal confidently announces as he climbs along with the rest. ”Well done at getting us out of that death box, Dagang!”
"Well," Com-Tal purrs from the darkness, "you don't see THAT everyday." The vesk attempts to place the tentacled vision in their memory.
After a moment, a spark (of static electricity?) breaks the monotonous darkness. "Looks like we've lost power," they surmise, moving towards where the control panel of the lift was. "Shall I give her a jump-start?"
Living Battery: If the item is a battery, the battery regains 2 charges per spell rank.
If the item has a usage and is powered by a battery, that item’s usage is reduced to 0 for 1 round per spell rank. If the item needs a continuous external power source (such as an item plugged into an electrical outlet or power grid) and is currently off or lacking a power source, that item turns on for 1 round per spell rank.
Com-Tal shoves some street food from a vendor into their mouth as they watch the street preacher. The street food is a bit too wriggly for Com-Tal to comment in the moment.
”I’m a bit light on gear,” the vesk admits, ”but The ‘Verse provides, amiright?” They seem to self-reassure.
"...but they're frenemies so it couldn't possibly be that they're accessing each others' ports, if you know what I'm insinuating there. Still, Filling the Gap has never been an infosphere site that trades in hyperbolic and fatuous conjecture, and they're owned by a shell company that is rumoured to be owned by Zo! Media, so there's that..." Com-Tal's conversation with Fiver about The Real Space-Captains of The Drift spans the entire foot-trip to the docking bay. Once they've reached their destination, Com-Tal stretches to his full height, cracks his spine a few interesting ways, and stretches his clawed hands. His trench coat falls away a bit to show that - indeed - the vesk himself is furred, not his trench coat. At any noteworthy glances, Com-Tal pithily replies: "It's reserves battery costs needed to heat a spacesuit." The vesk seems gleeful to haggle with shuttle captains in order to get passage to the Armada.
Com-Tal winks at Fiver. "I was never really any good at trigonometry." Replying to the vesk’s second query ” I am optimal at security tasks such as combat, hacking, and stealth. Secondary abilities in piloting and maintenance. I also have extensively explored and cross-referenced the infosphere.” "That's music to my largely-vestigial ears! We will get along well, Fiver - AND we can discuss the juicy gossip of who Zo! is dating presently. I'll share with you my favourite paparazzi site on the infosphere."
"I don't know more than I've told you. Finding out more is your job, if you're up for it." ”Hmph. Seems that Navindrian Ale left you with a bit of a hangover, grumpy puss.” The vesk looks around with a zest for action in their eyes. ”Right! Five-way split on salvage with a clause for single item acquisition reservation as per standardised Space Pirating Operation Terms of Reference? —-“ Com-Tal leers at Fiver. ”That’s SSPOTTOR, if you’re keeping records, friend.” They address the gathered team again. ”I’m no gunner or engineer but I can do anything in a pinch should it be needed - including pinch. I’ve got a thing for first contact and inter-ship communications. What talents do y’all bring, eh?”
”Julz, you put together quite a crew for this gig. Motley, even.” Com-tal stretches to his full height and fixes the gold-festooned pawnbroker with an intense look. His fur-lined trench coat seems to fall away from his shoulders —- is the vesk himself fur-lined?? ”Wanna give us a preview of what might be on board this boat, love?” Com-Tal croons. ”I’ve got allergies to lethal surprises, don’t ya know.”
A hulking vesk in a fur-lined trench coat hums to himself as he walks up to the door of the cheap bar, bends down from his seven foot height to peer in the grimy window, then straightens back up again. "Advertisement?" he purrs in a surprisingly-cosmopolitan accent. "No, love. I'm here for a job. You get to sharing strong drinks with folks you just met and the STRANGEST opportunities arise....you can call me Common Talon, or Com-Tal should you find yourself pressed for time. A pleasure to meet you Dagang." The vesk offers a sharply-clawed open hand to the ysoki. "I make connections," he offers, predicting the obvious question, "even when those connections might not so easily join up - yes? We understand each other, I think." He looks beyond at the hovering truck. "Your ride?"
I’ve not heard from the other vesk (don’t even know the other vesk’s name). Common Talon will have met the vesk pawnbroker at his shop and will express interest in “learning more” about potential work. I had wanted to reconnect with the other vesk PC via the infosphere, but not find the job there.
Shall the two vesk know each other? Perhaps we did basic training together? And then our paths diverged....and then we reconnected via the infosphere....?
Here we are! Common Talon reporting for birthday duty! |