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"Agreed. Good job all round."
Same for the GM. Thank you for running

"Sorry, nothing from me. Unless you want me to tranq the mistuors so we can carry them out of her, I can't do anything."

"Did you guys see anyone else here?" Delikie turns to the party.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Do you even have a nose to smell with?"
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Piloting: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
life science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

+2 Untrained piloting

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

"Nice to meet you all."
A purple haired android glances at the security footage. A tentacle with an eyeball at the end peeks out of her backpack. She glares at it, and it rolls its eye before retreating back inside.
"They're good. Like, really good."
Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Org play number: 292559
Char number: 704
Starting rep:2
Starting xp:2
Faction: Acquisitives

"One great thing about being an android is that cosmetic mods are far cheaper and less risky than for an all-meat person. I'd say go get an android body, and if you decide that the body's not quite right for you, text me and I'll give you the number of the body mod parlor that I went to a couple of times."

I'm sorry, I forgot to reload the page, so I saw old posts.

+1 to AC boost
Delikie moves closer and shoots at the yellow fire.
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Delikie fires a shot at the blue ice.
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"I knew she was gonna pull something like this! Get behind something!"
Delike sprints for cover if she can find it, drawing her pistol as she moves.

Whispering to Pervir
"Here, let me help..."
Delikie downloads some recipes for good desserts and briefly shows them to the inevitables.
computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
"Perhaps some information on the construction of Absolom Station that I collected while in the Ghost Levels will be of interest to you?"
Physical science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
"Dangit, that's my grocery list."

"Well, this is weird. Then again, I've been in weirder bars. Back home in the Sparks, there's this great bar called Sanity. A bit of a weird name, especially considering that the whole gimmick is that it's Abyss themed. All the wait staff are dressed as Succubi. Or inncubi, if that's your type. I worked there for a while, got a girlfriend out of it, but then my boss caught me and said 'No kissin' on company time. Or at least make it public.'"
Delikie pulls a hip flask out of somewhere and takes a swig. She turns to Tag.
"I wonder, can frogs absorb alcohol through their skin?"

I missed it, but I just read it now.

Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
"Um, a little help? Please?"
On seeing ForLater.17 Delikie's eyes light up.
"Do you think that might be the minds of his apprentices?"

While Pervir and RZMR distract the agathions, Delikie tries to access the data hub.
computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Sure, what tea do you recommend?"
computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Delikie glances suspiciously at the robots.
"Does anyone else have a weird feeling about this place? I swear that one's got a knife the size of 'is 'ead in his pocket."

"Ah, thank you."
"Let me have a look at the datapad"
computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
"There we go."

Delikie steps back and fires a shot at the demon in front of her.
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"Careful, we don't know if that might be trapped."
Delikie pulls a probe out of her medkit and gently prods the datapad. Assuming there is no reaction, Delikie then picks it up.

"I don't have any problems with doing these missions, but how are we going to get to these locations? Also, a question. You said no dead bodies, but is knocking someone unconscious permissible?"

ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Delikie offers to identify and treat any injuries or diseases that they may have.
medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
"I may have no clue what's wrong with you, but I do know that Bandaids fix everything."

"Hearing loss? I thought that, if working in an environment above a certain decibel level, employees were legally required to be given hearing protection?

"Please be careful with that thing Chance, just because you have four arms doesn't mean you should be any less careful with them."
She turns to Celita and Ixthia.
"Do you think you could have the officials cut the power to the property? It would be far easier to explore a compound that doesn't have any power than one that could be full of automated defenses. We could have someone on call to turn the power back on if we needed to, and pack some extra batteries to power a computer if we need to."

"The lack of computers connected to the infosphere makes me nervous. You don't set up a private network unless you have something you really want to make sure nobody sees. Or that nobody lets out."

A purple haired android enters the exo-guardian's base. She wears a black labcoat and carries a backpack full of medical supplies. An eye on the end of a tentacle sticks out of her shirt collar before ducking back down when it sees the rest of the Starfinders.
"Nice to meet you all. Name's Delikie."
She gives Hexie a suspicious look until Pervir pets her. She then offers headpats to Hexie.
"It's always the cute/harmless things that wind up growing a mouthful of fangs and try to eat you inside and out."

Thank you for running.

Delikie signs the petition.

Delikie shoots the grey one with a needler pistol.
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Inhibitor biohack loaded. -2 penalty to AC, no save.

Delikie looks around the room.
"I really hope that this will be simple and not a repeat of that one mission on Aballon."

physical science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"We could just set the bottles down under the stalagmites. Give it a little while and it'll land in the bottle."
[physical science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Delikie tries to pet the fuzzy friend as they leave it at Fullbridge.

As Georges examines the figure, Delikie draws her needler pistol and keeps it pointed at the floor.

Readying an action to shoot the figure with a pharmacology inhibitor if it moves to attack us. If the shot connects, the target becomes encumbered and must make a fort save or be entangled as well

While trying to avoid sqeeing over how cute the fluffy green creature is, Delikie tries to identify it.
life science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Delikie smirks and then cackles at the mental image of a dragonkin running around in a hamster wheel. She takes the serum of earthen stature.

"That is true, but what if you were to get attacked in some public place? You probably wouldn't have your power armor on your person, and power armor has its own set of issues that don't plague cybernetics. Power armor is bulky and heavy so you can't swim in it or fit through tight passages, it consumes power very quickly, and it's much more vulnerable to EMPs, hacking or other such attacks. Power armor has its uses, but there is a reason not everyone is issued it and mercs treat it as special use equipment."

"This is what we came here to do, help people."

"Hm, if you need your power armor to move around, perhaps you should look into getting cybernetic enhancements or replacement? Assuming you don't have some sort of religious reason not to."

I'm sorry for not posting so much, I was not expecting this fast a pace and this game is at the bottom of my campaign list, so I didn't see it.

computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Delikie shares what she knows with the party.

"I've got poisons that'll melt you alive, you sure you want to be on the receiving end of them?"
Intimidate Aid: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16

"Don't worry, making sure that we come back intact is my job. Or at least alive so you can get some augments to replace whatever you lost."

"What is ASNN? I haven't heard of it before."

"Hm, I don't think I've ever been to this shop before."
An android woman wearing a bandolier of medical gear sits down at the table.
"I don't think I've met any of you before, although you seem slightly familiar George."

She looks a bit surprised by the drone that Vitellus brought.
"Am I being followed? Last mission I was also on camera for the whole mission."