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Perhaps an old habit from his hired guard days, Gus's eyes were fixed on the new agents, eager to guage their interest in the tour. His gaze shifted between the four of them, each one taking a turn under his watch with perhaps the shobhad taking up the slightest bit more time as the dwarf yearned to connect more with someone from his homeworld. Still, he bit his tongue, waiting until it was his turn to tour around the complex. When the group did turn towards the Training Facilities, Gus stretched a bit to relax himself before he began his segment. "Now we get to my favorite part of the Lorespire Complex..." he commented, guiding the group through the entrance doors.

"The Lorespire Complex boasts state-of-the art physical training facilities to keep our agents in tip-top shape! The gym
features exercise equipment for creatures from tiny to huge, and the instructors offer private coaching and group classes.
We also offer virtual reality training to experience real combat simulations and review recorded performances."

Gus motioned to the no doubt in-use machines and floors as he expounded his script, pointing out the other Starfinders enjoying a good workout through whatever means. He paused at the end, whirling a finger to bring up his next point. "Heck, last week they had a course designed for 'gunning on tricky terrain' as they put it. They put you in a VR room designed to mimic some really hazardous environment, like an icy slick mountain top, or a really decayed space freighter about to come apart, all with a lil' plastic rifle replica controller. They put you there and run you through a little marksman game, try to hit as many shots while staying on the move as you can. Go until you either reach the finish, or you suffer a blunder too big to walk away from. I loved it, good way to keep your aim good while staying limber when you're not on a mission." The small disclosure was enough to get Gus moving, as he seemed to bounce about like a featherweight boxer, going through the motions absentmindedly as he just described.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Once he was out of that headspace, he gestured to the Sarcesian. "You mentioned you wanted to get in the thick of it, yeah? Well this here's a good place to learn. The bug here speaks the truth, things got pretty hairy in that cave back there." he admits, pointing to Jekcedo. "Even if you're not the burliest fighter, it never hurts to put in some hours here to make sure your body's well prepared to climb, swim, or flip your way out of whatever crisis this big ol' universe throws at you."

Pausing a moment to let his recommendation stick, he realizes he should throw in something else. "And if you're the type who might get a bit shy about working out, the staff here are really big on non-judgmental treatment. Besides, some of your fellow agents might be able to give you some pointers themselves." He nods to the shobhad. "I'm from Akiton too, and every other shobhad I've met was dead set on keeping their bodies as hard as their holy mountain Ka, and that's something I can't help but respect." He then points at the Pahtra. "And from what I hear, Pulonis-ah, er Vesk-6, er whatever y'all call it-is a tough marble to live on. Something about no good tech there and everything wants to eat you? Makes it so that doing just the basics can be difficult. Rishir might have some tips to keep you lean enough to stay on your toes."

"Correct me if'n I'm wrong about any of that."

"Y'all mind if I throw my two cents in?" Gus proposes, stepping forward and slipping out a coin. He flips it as he begins speaking.

"Now look. I'm not your typical dwarf, no child of Torag 'n all that. I was born on a desert planet where the more tech you could scrounge, the more you were able to survive & make a livin' for yourself. That was the way o' life on Akiton. So when I found these here fake coins made of nanites, I bet my bottom credstick to get 'em workin'."

The coin begins to flop through the air, looking more fluid as it spins around from Gus's flipping. "I'm no tech junkie though. I'm still learning my way around a circuit board. So all I know about 'em so far is that they work like some sorta pet. Ya gotta teach 'em the tricks so you can get 'em to assemble into whatever ya need. Now, if'n I were to give these to a mechanic or whatever, I'm sure they'd be able to tell me so much more to help me learn how to program them, but I'll bet creds to cables they don't know their operating system. That kinda stuff would've been nice to know when all that Datascourge stuff was about."

"Now this is the bit I don't understand." He pauses a moment, glancing between Faelin & Markosi to frame his point. "Correct me if I'm wrong by all means, but if your machine had anything to do with a program or any set of data, then that machine could've become corrupted at any point and go haywire, right? And clearly anything automated was one of the first things to catch the fritz, right? I tested these coins for days to make sure they didn't get glitched. And ya know what? They never did! I was scared scrapless they would've bit the barb and I would've had to throw 'em out. But they never even lagged once through the whole thing. I was so happy I didn't have to spend the extra cred to hire out an ol'e technomancer buddy to bless 'em with some holy-antivirus or somethin'. But until it was over, I contemplated it almost every minute."

As he wraps up that bit, he lights up again as another thought crosses his mind. Snatching the coin out of the air, he stops flipping as he amends his statement. "Actually, there's another big question! Were either of you two worried about your money? I was scared to death over it! All our money is digital, there's nothing physical about it. Just a bunch of 1s & 0s in some server bank at the Abadar-corp buildings. If the Datascourge corrupted all those numbers and erased y'all's bank accounts, what physical thing could you fall back on to pay your bills and keep the fridge stocked? Now granted, no one as far as I know had money problems, even throughout the Datascourge. But doesn't anyone wonder why? Maybe they just had the best firewall in the galaxy, or maybe The First Vault Keeper himself concecrated every single bit in the bank's Blockchain."

"My point is, is that for all the intelligent ways technology helps us past the burdens of living, there's no way for any one person to make it completely foolproof. And it's not like it does everything. I love technology just as much as the next guy, but if it's all you have and it goes down, you're gonna need something to make due in the meantime. Some people just rely on what their bodies can do, and I have a deep respect for that." He motions to Ikmanji. "Still others make use of some form of magic. Stuff that doesn't need to obey physics like tech does." He motions to Grognard & Jekcedo. "For all the tricks these li'l nanite coins can do, I do still slightly envy the tricks of my party's trades, if only because they might fare better in an EMP field."

Culture: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

"But them's just my two cents."

Seeing the elf struggle a bit with the wiring, Gus snaps his fingers to summon his nanites and form some tools. Stepping up behind Triage, he'll offer a tool. "Need a hand?"

engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Gus follows the sound of Ikmanji arguing with something and figures it's the gremlin. Moving up to the crates, he squishes his way in to try and poke his shotgun barrel as far through as possible. Once he's sure, he pulls the trigger, trying to pepper the lil gremlin with some buckshot.

Chk Pow! (Scattergun): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Piercing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Seeing the group set upon by the bugs and the furry creature, Gus runs past Grognard to cover his flank. As he does so, his arms move in tandem as he reaches for his shotgun and flings out a fist full of coins that explode into a nanite cloud. "I gotch'ur back, Grog!" He calls out to the dwarf, using his native tongue.

Move & pull out gun, swift action nanite surge for the cloud with a 10% miss chance. Having issues drawing its area on mobile, but I imagine a Tetris S-piece with us two in the top portion.

Culture: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Gus sighs, feeling beholden to make a move. Moving forward to the office door, he'll tentatively knock on it. "Hey there, Ziggy. Just a bunch of Starfinders here. You're not too busy are you? We were lookin' to chat a bit about you 'n' your faction." He inquires, trying his best to be courteous.

As Ehu mentions the Datascourge and their agents' responses to it, Gus shrinks. The memories of sleepless paranoia don't assuage him of shame. He opens his mouth, about to comment in response, but thinks better of it and shakes his head to himself.

He perks up a bit as Grognard laughs about being an envoy, chuckling due to infectious laughter. As Ehu makes his gravity clear, he shuts up. Waiting until all his points are done, Gus will break the silence. "Yeeaah, we're not so good at the pretty talkin'. We're better in a scrap. The most I can do is be honest and pray that's enough." Gus admits, motioning to the newer looking starfinders in the room. "Luckily they look like they got a good head on their shoulders!"

"Uh..." He trails off, deflating as he realizes that metaphor probably doesn't work for the squid looking fellow. [B]"...pardon if this is rude, but do you have shoulders? Or a head?"

As he awakens, Gus shoots up and inhales loudly, relieved to be back in realspace. "Oouugh~! That was bizarre. Remind me to never jump into a computer again." he proclaimed.

As Guidance comes to, he adds, "What Jekcedo said. After you booted up that simulation, something got corrupted and threw us into some other program that gave us hell. We found a..." he trailed off, trying to find the proper word with great confusion. "Guy? App? We found someone who said he knew his way around, and he helped us figure out what was corrupted."

Dissolving his pistol and reforming the coins into his engineers tools, Gus runs forward to disable the fan blades.

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Gah! Another dog?! I think Historia had a fixation!" Gus berates, irritated at yet another obstruction. Carefully he'll crouch down again to gain a better sight picture from behind Donkey. With laser pistol in hand, he fans the sparkplug at the back as though it were an old six-shooter.

Full Attack!
Pew Pew (azimuth laser pistol): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Flame Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Pew Pew (azimuth laser pistol): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Flame Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Get along, lil doggie!"

Gus seeing Hope go down and Jek revive him, he realizes he's been distracted and switches gears. Holstering his shotgun behind him, he pulls out a battery and snaps his fingers, causing the gold cloud to rush to him and form a laser pistol. Taking aim, he fires at the digital dog.

Nanite surge to switch from cloud to gear as a swift action.
Pew Pew (azimuth laser pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Flame Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Seeing the simulations hop up on servers, Gus decides to try and even the odds by jumping on a server himself.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Scouting out the room from his perch, he notices the fake Dr. B and perks up. "Oh good, I've been meaning to see a doctor. I think I've got too much metal in my blood!" He shouts, bringing his shotgun to bear and pulling the trigger.

Chk Pow! (Scattergun): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Piercing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

As the team loads into the server room and are attacked by more digital foes, Gus groans yet again. "Out of the heatsink, into the fire."

He watches as Triage seems to take up most of their attention, and decides to throw some coins towards him & Jekcedo. "Heads up, guys! Nanite smoke cover coming your way!" Exploding into a writhing cloud of nanites, they make it harder for some attacks to hit their mark. Meanwhile, the dwarf shifts over a few steps and whips out his shotgun from his back, ready to pepper any faker that comes before him.

Nanite surge for the 10% miss chance on those in the cloud, drawn in yellow.

Wandering over to the Celita exhibit, Gus scoffs at the voice-over from Historia. "Efficiency is a relative perspective based on the end goals. I don't think she shares yours." Even if no one heard his quip, he can't help but be smug in the face of this antagonistic code. While he's there, he scans the exhibit itself for any clues about fixing the code or escaping this room.

I can roll a check for that, I just don't know which to roll.

He perks up after hearing the other dwarf's conclusion. "Abadar help them if that mess ruins the bank." Gus growls, before thinking for a moment. "Hmm... Come to think of it, I wonder if Triune or any other divinities are pissed about this?"

Seeing Cyber Historia break out of nearly being surrounded, Gus slips past the shirren beside him as he tries to keep level with the digital construct. "Coming through, wide load, watch your legs!" He calls out.

Boldly, he levels the rifle at them over the display table between them. After firing his shot, he glances back towards Triage. "Yeah, give us something good, elf! All this cyberspace stuff is hurting my head!"
Blam! (hunting rifle): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Seeing the statue come to life and begin attacking, Gus follows Grognard forward as he assembles his nanite rifle. Once in position, he fires off a shot to try to harry Historia-2. "Dag gum code mumbo jumbo, why you gotta screw up the ones & zeros?" he groans.

Blam! (hunting rifle): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Harrying Fire

Gus sighs as he puts away his nanite rifle, feeling overwhelmed. "I wish I studied more about computer coding when I had the chance."

As he observes the museum around him, he stops upon noticing the blue button. Glancing around the plinth it's set in, he tries to spot any mechanism it might be tied to. "What's this button do, I wonder...?" Gus ponders aloud.

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Gus's not-in-the-mood-for-this-nonsense demeanor breaks for a moment as the bugs Naitier & Triage blasted defrags into nothingness. He stares with bewilderment, before aiming his rifle and quickly levering two shots at the last bug.

Full Attack!
Blam! (hunting rifle): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Blam! (hunting rifle): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"If this is a glitch in the matrix, this is one weird glitch!" The dwarf blurted out, shocked at the turn of events.

Slipping past Nuva'gek and in front of Donkey, Gus slips out coins and rounds to form his hunting rifle. Once in place he'll aim and try to shoot at one of the swarm bugs surrounding the android to draw their attention.

Blam! (hunting rifle): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 against Red
Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

The latest Data Scourge events have the normally collected Gus on edge. Waves of comm service blackouts makes it hard for him to keep up with his scrapper friends on Akiton, and the news cycle being filled with train closings and service drone accidents has him worried about many things. The possibility of Abadarcorp's blockchain failing never ceases to scare him out of his sleep with visions of erased funds on his account, and while his nanite coins remain so far unaffected, he protects them much like a dragon and keeps them locked away in a secure safe while off duty.

Nevertheless, the dwarf has not kept well, researching as much as he could on Doomsday prepping should all the tech infrastructure go down. Everyday, he runs through programming exercises with his coins to make sure they can still assemble themselves appropriately, before locking them away again. Were it not for the incessant comm blackouts, his paranoid questions to his buddy Chiggerbite about tech security would draw endless amounts of schadenfreude from his ysoki friend back to him in supreme irony.

When the messenger arrives, he does his best to hurriedly tame his beard and don the proper wardrobe for a mission before scooting for Lorespire. His mind is put at ease when he sees more functional tech of the complex working fine despite the mysterious corrupting glitch plaguing other systems.

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As he enters the room, the lesser kept beard on his face only accentuates his high-strung state. The sight of familiar faces does bring much needed joy & relief to him though. "Guys! By the Vaultkeeper, it's been a while. Hope y'all have been doing okay despite all the bugs infesting the station's tech." he boisterously greets, pausing before realizing the faux pas.

"The programming bugs, not the... you type bugs. Heh, don't mean to offend." Gus corrects himself to Jekcedo, scratching the back of his head bashfully.

"Free skin graft for being Starfinders? Sign me up!" Gus accepts wholeheartedly.

While under the knife for the implanting of the graft, the dwarf finds himself stuck in an earworm. He singsongs an old android band to no one in particular, getting more slurred as the anesthetics kick in. "Dear diary, what a day it's been~ Dear diary, it's been just like a dream~"

Source: Diary by Free The Robots

Gus would probably urge Naitier to translate them a message. "By the way, if y'all're sifting around this cave-in, watch out for those big ferret things. They seem to be nesting here." he'll warn, pointing backwards in the direction of the room where the beasts were encountered.

Adding to the party's debriefing with Guidance, Gus gestures around himself as he describes the creatures in more detail. "The natives looked kinda like bats, honestly. Tall, purple fellas with a membrane like wing-thingy under both of their arms. Had four eyes, big ears and a bit of a snoot too. Also blinked a lot when they talked." the dwarf explains, pausing to remember. "'least I think they were fellas. What'd they call themselves again?" he hazily recalls, looking back to the elf & copaxi.

"They had some neat tech there too. Their datapads folded up into a Cubix Rube thing, good for rough travel." Gus remarked.

As the shirren cleans and inspects the drone, Gus comments, "If you need any tech support for that, let me know." He opens his mouth to say something more, but stops as Jekcedo warns of possible intruders.

He slides out some coins and takes another defensive stance, ready to throw them. "You think some light on the situation will help?" He whispers, trying to keep quiet for the sake of seeming non-threatening. His hand hovers near his battery, ready to draw it should a call for light be made.

The furry beasts startle Gus, as he reaches for his shotgun again. Hearing Grognard's protest though, he stops, letting go of the grip and leaving the gun on his back. He'll cautiously fill his fingers with coins from his belt, ready to set up another gold cloud should they try to attack anyone again. Anxiously, he'll watch Grognard as the Khefakan standoff plays out.

Ready a swift action to Nanite Surge a Cloud Array if the creatures attack any of the party.

Looking over the elf's shoulder, his eyebrows raise in amazement. "Hey, you got it working!.. Now who here could read this?" Gus asks, turning his head between Naitier, Jekcedo & Triage. "I'm no polyglot like you guys, so one of y'all oughta have better luck translating."

Oh yeah, I forgot the take 10 rule. If we're all taking a moment to rest, Gus'll also spent RP to get stamina back.

Rising from his crouch, he unloads the battery from his pistol and points it to his coin belt, causing it to dissolve and form coins right in the holsters. "Hoo, that got my heart rate up! Y'all alright?" Gus chimed in as he comes down from the adrenaline high of combat. He wanders away from his party to retrieve his dropped shotgun, before coming back.

Remembering he found some stuff, he digs the items out of his pockets. Looking over the grapple gun in one hand, he muses, "This'll come in handy somewhere." before pocketing it again. As he inspects the cube, he tries to fiddle with it by poking or trying to turn segments to determine its function. "What do you do, you lil box?"

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

As the party gathers around the last skeleton, Gus slips behind Nuva'gek & crouches down to get a peak at the fight through his legs. "Watch your feet, Gek!" Deftly, he points his pistol at the undead, popping them in their boneheaded face!

Pew Pew (azimuth laser pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Flame Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Burn damage crit: 1d4 ⇒ 1

As the team knocks down the skeletons one by one, Gus grins wildly. "Haha! That's more like it!" he cheers, as he watches Nuva'gek rise again. Energized to see his party still thriving, he inadvertently tosses his shotgun down to the ground. "Whoops."

Clapping his gloved hands, the gold from the boots melts upwards, combining with his hands. In seconds, the metallic mass turns into his laser pistol that he two-hands, trying to pop on the last (un)living skeleton.

Drop his shotgun for free, move action switch to Gear Array.

Pew Pew (azimuth laser pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Flame Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Gus aims his shotgun and tries to pepper the undead in front of him.

Scattergun vs Green: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17 Piercing damage if hit: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Looking over at the other party members getting shredded by the other skeletons, he shouts over, "Hold on! I'm-a comin'!"

If he does manage to kill Green, he'll move up to get Blue & Yellow in range of his next blast, moving into the yellow squared space.

"ACK- Get off me! I just wanted to look at the Cubix Rube!" Gus shouts at the skelly boy. In the midst of being wrestled, he dons his coin gloves & boots and tries to break free from the grab.

Swift action nanite surge for sheath array, giving 1 temp HP.
Acrobatics Escape: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Slipping his arms out, Gus pushes himself out of the skeleton's arms. Jumping back a space, he whips out his shotgun from his back.

Seeing Jekcedo get to working invigorates the dwarf as he accepts the manuals from Cakes. "Sure thing, I know my way around a rivet gun. Besides, I'd hate to let the new guy have all the fun~" he blustered, slipping out coins for his gold gloves & boots as he strolls off to the Wanderstar.

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Slipping underneath the landing gear, Gus hums as he works laid back on the roller bed, occasionally glancing back at the instructions. His head bobs as he hums one of the Bugspace's hits he heard back on Songbird.

Think back to the rushed taxi ride, Gus tries to recall the news broadcast over the driver's radio.

Culture: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Surprisingly, his brain seemed to retain the broadcast, despite his panicked rush to The Lorespire Complex. He pulls out his datapad and proceeds to look up various Emergency Alert Systems for examples.

Gus, ever the nosy one, spent his time poking around historical archives and tried to get in contact with any archaeologists. His lack of knowledge or tact in the field probably didn't get him anywhere though. He'll have to figure out where those coins came from later it seems, as a new mission pings on his datapad.

"Sorry I'm late, had to get a taxi during rush hour. It was-" he huffed as he barely made it on time. He rushed in with his hat in hand, but as he put it on, he recognized most of the company before him. "Hey! It's you guys! Getting the gang back together." Gus briefly celebrated, before turning to the shirren. "And we got more new faces! Name's Gus." he salutes with a finger.

After taking in Guidance's briefing, he ponders a while as the others ask their questions. Eventually, he adds in his own, "You said the message was pretty scrambled, right? How much of it were y'all able to unscramble?"

Gus leans back on the wall, wearing his Station Buzz sunglasses. "T'wern't nothin'. I'm just glad I'm useful around here." the dwarf drawled. "Hope there's more missions in the pipeline for us newbies, cause its easy for a guy to get used to this kind of travel work."

Glancing to the party, he commented, "You guys are fun too. If we don't do more of this together, I hope you guys have a nice time here." Gus tips his hat at each of the party members.

Gus steps up next to Naitier, dissolving the lantern back into coins and placing the battery in his hand. At the snap of a finger, they meld back around the battery and form a laser pistol that he casually spins on a finger. "I'd listen to them, unless you'd rather meet our big, hammer-swinging friend. I'm sure they'd love to meet you~." he warns, a huge smirk slithering across his face at the idea of Nuva'gek getting involved.

Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Triage speaks up. "We recently discovered that Astral Extractions was knowingly withholding vital information on a recently discovered asteroid that housed microbial life. Despite the clear directives on what to do in such a situation, they tried to hide the discovery so that they can directly profit from the minerals found within the asteroid's surface." He does his best to give only the facts and to keep his temper under control, but losses it for just a moment near the end.

"Yeah and before that, we poked around a bunch of smuggler's ship. Turns out they had some Akata's on there that we had to take care of. And by we, I mean the big guy." He follows up, pointing a thumb to Nuva-gek. "It's okay, hopefully those cred-launderers will get prosecuted out their butts."

Gus will consent to be part of Triage's demonstration on...well, triage. He'll also translate Grognard's quote about his life before, giving him a confused look at the end of it.

Turning to Veefa, Gus asks boastfully, "Oh hoh, you want to see some skills, eh?" Slinging out coins like ninja stars between his fingers, he whispered a dwarven command to them, "Some assembly required mode." before throwing them skyward.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

As they fall, he begins to juggle them back into the air, craning his neck to look up as he does his impromptu performance. Admittedly, he struggles to stay in one place as the coins seem to fly outside of his reach, causing him to have to shift considerably as he flips them back up.

"So y'all have heard of nanites, yes? Tiny, microscopic robots used for precision surgery or engineering?" he begins, his voice faltering as he jukes in various directions. As he flips the coins back up, some come back as small parts that he flings back up. As more parts get flung up, some fuse into bigger parts.

"Well fun fact, because they're so small, they can be programmed to assemble themselves into any shape! And without a detailed inspection, most would pass them off as real things instead of nanite forgeries."

As the parts get bigger and more recognizable, he finds himself juggling fewer objects, until finally, he throws two up together. As they meet in the air, they fuse to form a portable lantern which he barely catches by tip-toeing forward on one leg. Standing back up right, he pulls out a battery from his pocket and plugs it into the lantern, turning it on. "Voila! The miracle of technology!" Gus finishes, flashing a big toothy grin.

"I guess you didn't get all that." Gus chuckles and proceeds to translate for Grognard. At the end of it, he adds, "And no, I have no idea where he got his common from."

He slips a coin out and starts flipping it through his fingers idly. "As for me, well, you ever hear the saying 'Idle hands make Nyarlathotep's play things'? Used to be a contract guard for Abadar-corp, fighting off bandits from getting to caravans and occasionally assisting their law-keeping efforts on Akiton. Jobs started slowing down though, and it's hard to keep your head above the red legally in certain places. So I fished around and found the Starfinders. They always have room for a gunslinger like me, so I've been out with these guys on our first missions." He flips the coin and extends his arms out to his party. "Traveling makes it more fun."

Hearing Grognard's request, he wavers defeatedly. "Of course you do~" His posture droops as he sighs back in Dwarven.

Turning back to Radaszam, he bargained, "So they want character, do they? Well if that's the idea then, motley crews like us must have it in spades." Gus's demeanor shifts back upright as he seems to come around to the mission more.

Gus greatly enjoyed the Bugspace concert, spending most of the flight putting in a stellar review to the venue and making a list of future downloads while browsing the music store.

At the office of Radaszam, the dwarf wipes his nose with his thumb, proud of the vesk's praise. His ego swiftly deflates when the mission is revealed to be a publicity interview, however. "Uh, I'm with Nuva'gek here, better with guns than I am words 'n' all that. Think it's cause I'm just ol' fashioned." Gus falters.

Pausing to hear the copaxi's comments, he follows up, "Well all I can do to cover y'all is distract the cameras with a shiny cloud." He slips out & flips a coin as he joked.

"Gus. Or Gold g- No, Gus is fine." The dwarf amends, greeting the guide as he rolls around. "Quite a lively place, wish I knew about it years ago. Then again, I wish I had a ship, too."

Gus takes a while, admiring the sights & sounds before finding a bar that interests him. Passing the other dwarf, he comments, "Think it's just the name, partner. Probably metaphorical." He'll order his favorite drink, a Degreaser, and spend a while prattling with other concert goers. Some of that time he's taking down people's music recommendations, figuring now's a good time to dive into some new tunes.

Once the concert is close to starting, he'll make his way to the concert hall. "Well someone looks excited~" he quips at Triage.

"Lookie here! Guess they packed so fast, they forgot some stuff." he observed.

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Bunch'a reeaally clean science-y tools here. Wonder why they never used 'em?" Gus shrugged, oblivious.

Relieved that nothing attacked them while they searched, Gus would attempt to learn about the artists performing at the Songbird Station. He likes music, but tends to stick to Dwarven or Akitonian classics, so he hasn't really tried to learn about the newer generation that's been taking over the airwaves & saloons. Though to the really observant or nosy, one might notice every now & then a curious site open on his datapad. One of the windows on his infosphere browser is an anonymous forum for legal advice.

As he removes the bolts and slides the pipe out, he fretted, "Of course. Expect nothing less from them." He turns to the rest of the party and continues walking on...

"Watch where you step, y'all. Whatever's here, they were worried about other people finding, so they got a little creative with tra-APH!"

...straight into the locked door. "...traps." he finished warning. Looking it over, he sighs and dismisses his nanite tools, fishing out his thieves' tools once more.

Engineering + Thieves' Tools: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 4 = 16

Heck yeah I would~!

As the crew search the area, Gus eyes the cooling pipe. Wordlessly, he diverts away from the group thinking there's no danger. Filling his palms with coins, they form a golden wrench and hex-bolt driver set. "Now what have we here?" he pondered aloud, as he angles his tools and tries to loosen the pipe.

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

At the mention of this mission's questionable legality, the coins on Gus's belt jingle for a second as a chill runs down his spine. Slipping out a coin, he kisses it and prays, "Forgive me for my foolish mistakes, Keeper of the Vault."

The dwarf's eyes take notice of a small hallway to his left. Cocking an eyebrow, he'll walk into it to check if the doors are locked, keeping one of his thieves' tools in his hand.

Will wait to see if I need an engineering check here.

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he pulls out the rest of his thieves' tools, turns on his environment seals and walks (bounces?) to the gate. As he arrives at it, he begins to hum as he briefly scans his gaze over the gate's doors then sets to picking its locks.

Engineering + Thieves'Tools: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 = 10 Attempting to disable the gate locks.

"Aah, Astral Extractions. Hard to even think the name without getting the taste of oil stuck on your tongue." Gus chided half-heatedly. "Still surprised no one's tried to investigate them top-to-bottom."

During the brief layover flight, Gus would like to share a drink with the crew, especially those that took a beating on the Evening Solace. He also might try, and subsequently fail, to stay up for watch purposes.

Once the ship arrives at the asteroid, he'll look to whomever is piloting it and pull out some wire cutters from his thieves' tools. "Want someone to go take a look?" he proposes.

Gus walks up and tries his best to pat the vesk on his shoulder, though his height would only allow him to reach his middle back.

He turns his head to hear Grognard's dwarven sitrep. With a sigh, he turns to the Steward officers and recounts his assessment in a more coherent tongue. He also adds, "No idea what their game is other than cred scrubbing with the phony sticks, but have fun sifting through their transactions."

Running his fingers through his beard, he also thinks aloud, "Wonder if one of my old buddies would look into it?" before shrugging.

"As for what attacked us? Big, four-legged, tentacled big cat thing that had blue skin like an eel." he gestures many times with his hands to further his description. "Creepy li'l buggers."

Gus walks back in, holstering his gun on his back again. He snaps his fingers, causing the cloud to fly and congeal into coins in his hand that he also holsters on his side. Looking at the carnage Gek wrought, his face churns in disgust. "Nice swing, big guy." he comments as he walks & crouches down to look at the metal shards.

Physical Science: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Gus shakes his head. "Lord, it's been so long since I've looked into the mines." he laments, his ignorance biting him.

Seeing their vesk ally crush the monster, he whistles and whirls a finger in the air in a non-verbal command. The cloud of nanites rearranges itself, swarming in a straight line starting from Grognard and ending in between Gus & Gek. His route ready, Gus shouts back as he leaves the room. "Try to lead him through the cloud, big guy!" he recommends to Nuva'gek. His movement will put him next to Triage in the next room over. Looking over the elf, he comments half jokingly, "You alright there, doc? We might need your services soon~"

Gus watches as the creatures teeth come inches away from his face before they snap shut missing their bite. For the briefest of moments, surrounding party members might see Gus's complexion turn pale for a second as he saw his life flash before his eyes. The copaxi's call out shakes him out of it though, and he ch-chucks another round in his gun. In the same motion, he dives and shoots, aiming for the ground in front of the beast to distract it while he leaps to the right of the room. His distance is augmented as the golden cloud seems to push him aloft, his stubby legs catching him before hitting the wall.

Guarded step, which while in or next to the cloud can move me 10ft.
Harrying Fire vs 15 AC: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 Dang, no distraction on green.