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Until the scene cleared, DeeCo was not trying to be seen by anyone remotely official, showing up once the instigators had been taken away. Looking in the direction that they went, the Ysoki trailed Himo, looking curious. This promenade, with the shops and patrons were much like the others that she had seen, on station and planet alike, colors and products on offer for the general and specific, with patrons perusing them all. The view of the system above was something that they never got tired of, though.

After enough distance between them and the location of the incident, DeeCo gave a curious look to Himo. "Got something, did we?"

While the immediate area had been cleared from the fighting, DeeCo faded back at the first hint of law enforcement, doing what could be done to be unobtrusive, as simply running would not be the best of decisions. The promenade was a wide space by design, and the shops— to say nothing of the station itself– had some form of oversight. Even Bzzt! shrunk a bit, the potential consequences of being caught long since made clear. Still, if there was the opportunity to disappear, it was going to be taken by the Ysoki. Still, despite the immediate area being cleared, further on, they surmised that out of range of the fight, business still continued, no doubt with a cautious eye towards the disturbance and some preemptive measures being taken.

Figuring out where they were looking and aiming was one thing, but getting close enough to be able to affect it was another. Still, it was a bit late for subtlety. Moving to position themselves as best they could, the function of their weapons were easy to see, grasp, and trick. So this would buy some time.

A ripple of arcane indigo light lit up the spellscars on DeeCo's arm, the pattern generating the effect as she reached out and tweaked one of their guns.
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Misfire cast on closest thief's weapon, Will(12) negates

In the middle of enjoying a skewer of something tasty from a nearby shop, reflex had them quickly moving low for the nearest cover, stashing the snack in her cheek and glaring in the direction of the trigger-happy tourists. Someone tripped nearby, knocking over a crate of some sort of spheres as they held to the cover, listening to figure out what was going on.
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Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

A hand on Bzzt! to keep the little one in check while they ride on their shoulder, Declan is looking about at things with the eye of a prankster, reveling in the hustle and bustle. A couple of things catch their attention as they all walk, and there is a curious look given to the amount of Port authority present. Was there an event coming up or something? They took a quick look at the calendar available on their comm.
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Is this the normal amount of business for this port?

"So we need t'find the profit in the aim, right?"

The state of the ship was no secret, as it was functional, but it could be more functional in some of the supplemental ways, beyond the core functions. A lot of what they had worked well, but it also was a fair amount of handmade work that was not factory spec by far. Not a bad thing at all, but there were several tangles of wires from their spot-alters, that a complete unit would remove.

At least they somewhat fit in around here. Declan had snagged a bit of snack from one of the packet dispensers, splitting it with Bzzt! on their shoulder, if the little one was interested.

There was a chirp from the shop systems that was always used for DeeCo, accompanying a message. The animated icon was her hemming munching on a same icon.

«Pranks always make the best lessons. Profitable pranks are perfectly proper»

Compensating for their eccentricities of their pilot was often something that DeeCo found interesting as they eyed the graph of the readouts. A little compensation here, a bit of a tweak there, and the landing did not break anything. A success as far as it counted. Depending on the diligence of the dock authorities, they were going to do their best to make themselves scarce until the inquiry concluded.

"Right. Feet down, Routines runnin'. I'm going t'dodge the queries, if it's all th'same." Unbucking from their seat at the Engineering station, they slipped out, waiting to drop from a strut access once the authorities were occupied in their task.

DeeCo looked amused at the request to hide as they left the cargo bay to resume their position at the Engineering station. "Suit yourself, but watch y'hands." They had a lot of "possible" things going on with this stowaway and their destination, but at least there was payment. They could work out the rest later.

It was more a shift from the wary tenseness of impending violence to the exasperated eyeroll and the tossing up of their hands at the change in demeanor of their crewmate that could be taken as DeeCo's indication of acceptance. The flat look they leveled at their (now)fare was long-suffering. "You can't complain now, you paid for this", they admonished, putting their weapon away as Bzzt! was set on a nearby crate, their screen pointed at the wererat, curious about the new individual.

"Shiny, I do believe our degree of investiture depends on how much they're willin' t'pay us when we inform them. Y'think th'Claw's opposition 'd pay for info?" Their arms were folded as they moved to leaned on one of the nearby supplies that had not been opened. Their cargo bay could stand to be more full, but that also came with visibility.

With the poison found by Himo, DeeCo relaxes slightly, but is still keeping an eye on their "additon". A couple of questions that they would have had were answered, but not all. "Poison found it seems. We want to dig int'this?" While being framed for something was a possibility— nothing especially new– it was a question of who this was aimed at.

A little too casually, DeeCo had a hand open by their side a few steps away from Pax, pistol in the other. Their head was tilted slightly, waiting for any action that signaled malintent. "Not th'best of choices, pal...", they cautioned.

The loud aggrieved sigh from Declan spoke volumes about their feeling about having anything surprising happening. A couple of twitches tried to bring up the camera from the hold, but a null screen reminded them that they could not get enough parts for the camera and had to prioritize more central functions. That someone or something had gotten in due to this lapse was annoying.

A growl accompanied the flat expression on their face as they swiveled out of their station and checked their pistol. "Th'only ride that'll be hitched is th'one out o'th'airlock." Stomping out of the section, they were muttering curses the entire way.

Destination for the gate in mind, Declan makes use of the broadcast to start aligning their Gating Protocols. A minute of adjusting parameters sees several screens on their display to align, hovering within an acceptable margin of tolerance for the setting of the local system. "Ugh. Gate-Jumping behind that Cap'll suck if we're going the same way..." DeeCo commented aloud as they tried to contact the gate.

"Jump local, Cosmic Flash aligned an' transmitting, gimme some happiness— tell me we're ahead of that Cap so's I'm not compensating for their jump-wash if they're fuzzy on their crunch?"

A digital nudge towards D434-M12 in the science chair was given in the form of a passive scan query screen for their nearby company and their engine output in DeeCo's color and design. "Tracers, any of their drive output out of the norm?"

"One thing there, Shiny; didya results consider th'sayings as invitation over invocation?" In the space of the response, DeeCo had compressed her copy of the data and was playfully offering the file to Bzzt!. The moment the large file got shared, the tiny gremlin had been hungrily staring at the grand display. The tiny clawed digits closed over the holographic representation of the copy, and a bite was taken out of the file, streams of glitches and fragments crossing it and falling to nothing on the floor. From its behavior, it looked like that much data was a heavy meal.

"It's a lot that can wander through an open door, y'know." DeeCo's display had a myriad of windows of graphs and metrics arrayed over a larger screen on which output and flow numbers were generated in real-time. Her personal display was even more esoteric, a few screens accentuating the standard display with alternate graphs displaying information in range of their sensors.

Relaxing back in their seat, DeeCo smiles as they give a glance to the readouts, watching the display of the view from the cameras as the dock, then the planet shrinks, and they are free in space again.

"Aaah, thas' always my favorite part..." They indulge in a few seconds of revel, listening to the sounds of the ship and the feel as they are on their way. Then, like someone drifting awake, they set to the console, checking and refining feeds and readouts, adjusting active metrics and settling into the new engine. "Is all cherry here, Cap! We're green to punch it."

A glare with no heat was given to their audio-assisted crewmate. "Shush that talk, Shiny— we can have just a milk run every once an' again."

Even with the port mechanics doing the heavy work, DeeCo is about in the opposite end of the frame from their Android, checking readouts on a floating display as they ensure the integrity of the fit and tweaking specifics more towards the tendencies of the crew. System stress incompatibilities mid-jump or worse could put everyone in a bad place, and those types of situations were best classified "avoidable". Even the cargo got a once-over to make sure that it was secure. The amber gremlin was perched on their shoulder, gnawing on what looked like it might once have been useable chip tech before it was a chewed to junk.

"Cargo secure, and fine-tuning particulars", the Ysoki said over crew comms as there was a change in the tone of the almost inaudible hum of the new core and the lights brightened and dimmed just slightly.

DeeCo was warming up to point out to their overly enthusiastic crewmate that they might just think of the idea of "fun" differently when some communication got Himo to focus. His request to combine both of the jobs got their attention and a look of consideration. "Well then, guess a little bit of scouting couldn't hurt much. Bzzt!"

The amber gremlin that had been looking at the gear that the android was wearing perked their ears at the address and scampered over to assist DeeCo as a less obvious interface faded into view. Interestingly, the tiny amber creature plugged a strand of their hair into the display as the Ysoki got to work.
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Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
GremAssistComp: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
I'm all for you making the passive rolls for us or the reactionary ones that the character would do without conscious thought, just so we're not sitting on waiting for a single roll from someone, with no post to advance the interplay.

DR34-M12 skipped over to the Ysoki and threw an arm around their shoulder. "See, now Declan is processing with quantum crystals! Hmm maybe we could do both? Let slip about an "unarmed" medical transport?"

Judging by the change in the Ysoki's expression, their ears drawing back and their lids lowering with a long-suffering expression that spoke volumes about their opinion on their proximity to the cheeriness that was their android shipmate. "Twofer on a job'll also get ya twice the problems there, Shiny." A cut of the eyes towards the arm so casually thrown over their shoulder preceded a noticeable sigh.

"Not sure we're up for twice the wrong."

The camera refocuses past the two to the rust-and-iron colored Ysoki lounging on a nearby overturned container for small cargo. If their posture and position of their ears was any indication, they had since grown bored of the waiting. Half of their body that was not covered by clothing was scarred with an intricate array seeming both digital and runic, portions only visible through their thick fur when they shifted. The eye on the marked side of their body seemed like it was modified, its intricacies laid bare and lined in alert-red and electric blue. Their clothing was worn, their appearance jarring in discordant patches that professed a slogan or contrasted in a pattern completely different from the material it was on.

Rummaging around, barely in frame was a tiny sprite-like entity. Their skin was a dim amber, and their sparse hair was wires with their eyes a singular screen that covered the span of where their eyes would have been. There was no hiding the cant of mischief to its features and expression, or the mouthful of sharp teeth when it found something that caught its attention.

"If the merc hasn't rigged his junker t'blow, thassa eeeeasy salvage bonus for what we don't keep." Their voice was gleeful at the thought of acquiring more things to dismantle.
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Item of the week: 1d100 ⇒ 51 "A stone statue of a god with an creature's head" SOURCE

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DeeCo flanks as wide as the hallway would allow, staggering herself so that people could pass as necessary. K.O. was out and ready, but one of Lance's shots was spot on, and she halted a moment to see how well it took the hit.

If it moved after the shot, well...
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Delaying until after the Robot, just in case Lance's attack was sufficient
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7sigh

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

DeeCo falls in, already ready to move. if they were holding still, that thing could find them easier.

DeeCo was taking a moment of the downtime to do more minute adjustments to K.O., and had a panel off of the weapon, exposing a tangle of wires that might have originally been a pneumatic array. Several small tools were held in her teeth and her kit was blinking some kind of display that she looked at as she adjusted something, watching the readout on the display change. She looked up after a second and gave a nod to Lance.

"She is green an'gútegow." The panel was replaced, secured, and pressurized in under half a minute, making ready to venture out again.

"If it's got juice... we might be able ta open the doors from the 'Maiden."

While the others were looking around the ship, DeeCo only asked the ship to perform a status check. While the others could take the time, she was trying to stay alert.

"Don't relax too much. Walls don't stop that thing."

"Na, is more like a notice", they said casually. "Good systems don't give warnings."

They remembered this type of ship. Well, somewhat. With its age, there were only a handful of ships that you still saw coming and going, and most of those took a lot of love and care to maintain. Design standards change, wiring patterns, let alone the software-compatible loki... She certainly respected quality when it was evident.

"Y'think that creature is th'pilot?", she asked, thinking that she still had a grenade in her pouch that could be used.

Nodding with the results of the search, Declan took what snapshots she could for the sake of the record, and followed Lance over to see what could be made of the ship. Definitely reassured because with this, they had a chance of getting off of this rock, but they still had to deal with that... thing. Hopefully that was the worst of what was on this rock, because if there was more, she was going to regret this decision.
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Engineering?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Computer?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

DeeCo was checking the bodies, looking to get any identification or if there were any personal effects on them. Not that there was much to see, considering the neat arrangement of the organs, but once they left, they were not coming back. Or at least she certainly would not without significant monetary motivation.

"We can check that!" DeeCo called from where she was, a confident grin in her voice.
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Checking pockets(Perception): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Kaka kula!" DeeCo swore, looking at the wall where it disappeared. She had a couple of tense seconds of looking in the direction that it disappeared. "That thing has been here longer than we have, e's probably found a couple of places that we cannot."

The wider area was good, though. It would give them more room to move, and less space for it to jump out and surprise them. Still, she was reloading K.O. even as her eyes darted around. They were at a disadvantage, but it could be worse.

"I'll check the bodies, maybe one of them 'as the access for that ship across the way. It might not be back quickly."

The 'CHAK' of the cylinder being slotted back into K.O. was encouraging. Now they had to make it off of this rock.
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Reloading as the main focus.

(Round 4)

No threats, another shot, hopefully no hardware malfunctions.
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Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16, Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

(Round 3)

A second shot was lined up and fired, but a motion of the oddity of a creature was a miss.
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Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

(Round 2)

Cutting off a squeak of surprise at hearing something talking in her head unexpectedly, Declan moved past Lance (One right, four up) to get a clear line of fire and attempted another shot. This time, she tried making a small adjustment to the sighting alignment before she fired.

The hit was gratifying, grinning fiercely. "Akata that."
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The wording implies the creature is moving(or will move) from Lance to Albern, so my post is worded accordingly.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21,Damage(P): 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Me first."

DeeCo's hands were moving across K.O., making minor adjustments based on what she could see of the... creature, a green light illuminating one eye from her connection to the weapon.

One shot is fired and misses, a chittering string of invectives heating the air as much as the missed shot did.
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Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Move Action: calibrating for Superior Firepower
Standard Action: Fire.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6,

DeeCo stops just inside the doorway with an awed look as she took in the sight of the... Landing Bay? However old that this piece of rock was, she was looking at the engineering, and trying to piece together how hey might have thought at that time. That expression sobers on seeing the bodies, and the conscious arrangement of organs.

K.O. comes around to bear forward into the room, and there is a slight whine to the weapon that lingers just on the edge of hearing. "Things gone momal, chuba-na..." A brief narrowing of her eyes and an absent-minded slap at one part of her weapon, and the whine stops.

"Last access was almost a century ago." DeeCo shrugged, and pulled what she could get into her kit to be examined later, and disconnected. There was more of this rock to search.

"No maps, but this place was... something constructed."
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Computers: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

"Checking. Can't make sense of the symbols, though."
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Computers: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

DeeCo jumped back from the console at the arc of current that came from clipping, shaking her paws at the pain. "burokula~" A quick pace back and forth helped the feeling fade, but she was already intent on another crack at the console. "Ain't hurt yet, flyguy." She grinned up at his concern.

"Y'bits still moving okay? Gimme one more."
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Computers: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

The awe at finding actual functioning systems on this rock that got towed in was evident as DeeCo stopped and slowly looked around the room in awe. "Oh-h-h-h-h yessss..." slowly she started advancing on what seemed to be the central system of this room, and started trying to access the system. Once she can determine enough of what it is— or if it is safe to directly access– she'll plug into it, using her kit as a buffer.

"Well, well... Flyguy's got tech skills", she teased with an appreciative grin as Lance started helping.
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Computers: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
(just in case)COmputers: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

DeeCo was considering tinkering with another issue that got noticed while clearing and resetting the aiming array, when Atrios' sounds caught her ear. Packing up the tools she had gotten out, she slung K.O. back into place with its support straps. Making her way over to Atrios, she tentatively put a paw on his shoulder in understanding.

"There, chuba... Is done and done. You get some peace now, yeah?"

"Right on, and good job."

DeeCo had turned to watch the hall she had nearly backed into, and set to tweaking a couple parts on K.O., since clearly something was messing with its aim alignment. Tearing it down for a rebuild was not on the docket for right now, but looking at the aim assist and making sure the sighting system was aligned was the work of seconds, and given the shots that had missed— needed.

Everyone was moving, so no-one was dead, and poor Atrios seemed to have gotten the worst of it. "Got a medpatch I can spare if anyone needs it."

"Just going to have to scrap this design, apparently.." DeeCo is muttering to herself as she glanced over her shoulder while her hands were tweaking some components— the wire is connected and not loose, that part is in place, power is connected...

Steady. Aim. Fire.

The hit that lands is MUCH more what was expected of the design— exceeded expectations a bit, to be honest.
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Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22,Critical Damage: 2d10 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 = 14

Set. Check. Aim. Fire. That most of her shots have been missing, DeeCo helped this one did not go wide.
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Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14, Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

As long as DeeCo has a clear line of fire, she keeps firing. After this missed shot, she is cursing enough to scorch the walls.
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Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9, Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The situation turning against them, DeeCo made a minute adjustment, and fired again. The shot going wide, she moved to the mouth of the hallway from which it had come, setting up for another shot.

"Make it choose!", she called to Albern. "Lance, Atrios is down!."
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Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5,Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 3

There was always that odd sort of disconnection from seeing something on a screen, versus seeing it up close and personal. These things were legitimately horrifying. The only thing that kept DeeCo from panicking was that eventually, if they did not deal with them, at some point she would be getting attacked as well. Her hands adjusted K.O., making minute adjustments to the targeting for the zombie, as well as the rock, should it punch through, and squinted as she tried again. "Firing."

Cursing more as the Zombie fell forward in its attack on Atrios, the shot went wide, thankfully to the Zombie's side, than Atrios.
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Move: Adjust weapon for Superior Firepower
Std: Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5,Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Spot on with the movement. I'll always need a clear line to the target.

The first shot missing, DeeCo swore and repositioned so she did not have to worry about hitting Albern or Atrios. The sound of K.O. going off was just this side of "not deafening", more along the lines of an unshielded spike driver.
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Move: Two down, two over.
Action: Fire: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12, Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 2

Ready and waiting, DeeCo keeps an ear out for Lance's situation, but stays where she is.
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Getting comfortable in the corner, DeeCo's eyes went to her right, and immediately moved towards the opposite wall, hurrying to get in position before the zombie reached them. "Atrios, it's coming from that side.", her back hit the wall, and reflexively, her paws were tweaking K.O., tweaking and smoothing away the whines that should not be coming from the housing of a kinetic weapon.

The upside was that she could see both the tunnel and the hallway, but the downside was the increased vulnerablility.
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DeeCo is placing herself one space in front of the "X" on the map, where she can see down both tunnels

"Backing up." Declan retreats back along the natural caverns, motioning Atrios and Albern back, so that she would have a clear shot. She backed up to the wall of the cavern that the other two were in, setting K.O. up to fire.
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Final intended destination is one row up and four over from the gray "X" on the map.