Herald continues shooting.
The attack scores the woman's desk but does little else!
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Herald presses into the room and levels his rifle at the woman, squeezing off a shot. His armor starts to pulse with color again as it starts regaining power. "You should have turned down the job!" Herald calls back.
Herald rushes to the doorway, hoping that his armor and powers can protect him long enough to lay down the boom. His glowing armor shimmers with a thousand brilliant colors for an instant before exploding into a blast of rainbow colors and burning heat. "HEEEYAH!" he shouts as he unleashes his powers.
Herald moves into the room, but keeps out of the line of fire of the Vesk.
Herald moves to the corner of the bar after the explosion and peers around the corner. He takes a potshot at the one bouncer he can see trying to get off the floor.
Herald drops to a knee. "S~@*!" he exclaims. "I'm gonna need a medkit."
Herald takes a guarded step back and fires his rifle at the bouncer.
Herald looks at Darshe and nod. "Good idea. Pull it." he says,
Herald is just distracted enough by the beat of the music and the thrumming lights to notice anything particularly useful.
"I don't think station security's been down here in a looong time." Herald replies, adjusting the strap on his laser rifle and checking the door, this time actually bypassing the squeak the bouncer had so kindly pointed out before attacking him.
Herald will search the thugs for any credchips and hand them over to the Nuar. "Sorry. This will have to be their last payment." he says, scratching the hairless side of his head. "I don't think they'll be taking any more shipments, though." he gives Cree a look. "They draw weapons, and they will, it becomes a necessary death." Turning back to the Nuar, he gestures to the boxes. "Well, you probably should get going, I don't want any survivors to think you were involved in this."
Herald wipes his knife off on the bouncer, sheaths it, and turns to the Nuar. "Yep. Messy business." he says, stepping closer, he looks over the deliveries. "They, uh, signed for these already, right?" he asks.
Herald stabs with the knife, trying to take the enemy down fast.
Herald makes two quick slashes with his survival knife, hoping that he could take the target down before the other bouncer gets outside.
Yeah you did great! Adding the new races is a good idea. I'll try to be active since I'm not a hardcore adherent to big holiday hooplah. On a side note, if I die, can I play one of the alien archive races as a replacement? :P In all seriousness, the way the RNG is going for us, that may be a possibility!
Herald steps to the side and then lunges with the knife, avoiding the bouncer's attempts to clobber him.
Herald grins and gives his knife a spin in his hand. "Eh, I hate sneaking anyways!" he exclaims. His stellar mote whips down and forms the glowing blue armor again.
Herald shrugs. "Okay, I'm going to try heading in. Just... cover me?" he says, moving to slip in through the door while the two are distracted going back and forth.
Perhaps it was the rainbow mohawk, perhaps the shining blue star orbiting his head, or perhaps the fact he's just can't keep quiet, but Herald does not do well 'sneaking' anywhere...
"If I have to roll stealth, I'm doing it wrong." Herald's opinion.
Im gonna go distract the guy, so the stealthy guy can get to work!
Herald shakes his head. "Nah. I don't like this. If we're going to go in there and they know us, we're going to get into a fight. I don't want everyone stuck without protection of some sort." He looks back over the group. "Anyone got a problem with walking up and demanding to speak to their boss? It's dumb but I don't see any other option that gives us the benefit of self-defensing them to death if they reply with hostility."
"Well, there's the place. We going to have those loud words with them or are we going to try to chat like civilized people?" Herald asks. "I'm not inclined towards going in without my rifle. This thing's expensive."
I'm sorry for your loss. We'll still be here when you return.
Herald considers his apparel. "Well, if we're going to a nightclub, do we want to go in armed and armored?" he asked. "It would basically be announcing our intentions. Just to let you know; I'm all for it." he say, checking the charge on his laser rifle.
Herald nods. "Thank you. I think that's where we need to go to demand our satisfaction, whether fueled by payback or not." he says. "All right guys, I think that's what we need." As they're on the way out, he gives Adine a wink.
Herald leans forward. "You were hired by the Hardscrabble collective to protect their interests, right? From who? Downside kings had to have been hire ons too, but for the competition. We just need to find out who hired them, and why they hit us." he says. "We want to prove our suspicions; that this wasn't just an accident."
"So please, tell us about the conflict the collective is in. And rival gangs... where is their headquarters? Who's in charge? We want to have words with them. possibly very angry words that sound surprisingly like explosions and gunfire."
Herald will take the seat offered by Jabaxa. "A drink? Sure. I'll take a shot." he says amiably. He waits till the rest of his group are settled before talking any more. "I'm Herald Navus. I take it that makes you Jabaxa? I'm glad we could meet."
Herald glances at the woman with the bright red hair and double takes. He smiles at her, waving. "Oh hi, Adine! Am I glad to see you!" he says with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm actually really glad we didn't kill each other, 'cause that would have been a really embarassing misunderstanding." He turns to look at the guy who addressed them. "We're poking around 'cause of that fight on the station dock, actually. See, we discovered that the other guys were the Buttfu-err... Downside Kings and in the middle of the mess was a guy that got shot. A guy who works for the Hardscrabble Collective. Duravor Kreel." As he talks (slip of the tongue intended) he has an easy, disarming smile and does not look anything like a guy who had, just a while prior, had been trying to shank a woman with his knife during a gunfight. "And I heard from a few little birdies that you guys had actually taken on protecting the collective. Which means that we actually have mutually aligned interests. So, if your boss is amenable to it, I would like to chat with him about the situatino here with the collective and what he's dealing with."
Herald will sigh and idly play with his solar mote. "Well, we've probably already been spotted or at least reported on by the people here. They seem to have the public's respects in this sector." he says.
"I think we only actually killed Downside kings." Herald says.
"That's rather harsh, blaming the guy who went out of his way to sponsor us for his own death."He says, frowning at Cree. "I'm pretty sure most people don't expect there to be gang wars at the docks of the galaxy's most important space station. Seriously, have you seen how often the patrols in those areas are?" he sighs. "Either way, not all Starfinders are rough and tough adventuring types, you know?"
Herald actually sympathizes with the level 21 crew. It's hard to rely on the police in such small quarters, where everything is personal. He was certain that he probably would have ended up being in a crew just like that back home if it wasn't for his parents' avid support of his pursuing becoming a pro pilot. Scratching the smooth side of his head, he sighs. "Well I hope that they don't hold too strong a grudge after we put a few holes in them. I feel kinda bad about it now. It sounds like they were there to protect Kreel and failed."
After the day's cleanup and cooldown is completed by all members of the party, Herald will ask them to come with him TO level 21 and the slummy areas of the station so he can ask around about the gangs there. to investigate the gang.
Herald makes sure to exuberantly test out all the amenities of the housing, and in the process checks for the showers/toilets. "Dibs on the shower first." he says, stripping out of his armor. "I need to rinse off." He does not have any problems with levels of nudity or decency. Of course, growing up in a small household with 9 siblings made privacy pretty much non-existant.
Herald turns back to the receptionist. "Thanks for waiting, you've been patient with us." he says with a smile. "We'll get three of the efficiencies for the time being. Here are the credits."
Herald nods. "Thank you muchly. Just give us a second to decide how we want to do the bill." he says, handing her Chiskisk's contact card. "We're recent recruits, so I guess we're supposed to ask you to verify our employment with our boss. There's their contact information and they should be able to confirm for us." Letting the receptionist handle that issue, he turns to the group. "Okay, I got just over 30 credits of my own money, but we do have the funds Chiskisk gave us too. So should we spring for the two beds and just double-bunk or what?" he asks, his face serious about the bunk suggestion. Of course, a lot of spacers and rock-jocks are used to working with limited sleeping space and close proximity isn't usually an issue for them... if they keep up their hygiene, of course.
"Hello there!" Herald says, giving her a wink and a grin. "I heard your company has a little, how they say, rate discount for Starfinders?" he asks, leaning on the counter conversationally. "I love your coat. That's a beautiful color for you." he compliments. "Blue's my favorite." He jerks his thumb behind him at his group. "If you got em, we could use a room or two big enough for the group of us, or if not then at least individual rooms next to each other."
"So we look into it, try to stay out of trouble, and if needed 'self-defense' the crap out of attackers." Herald replies, taking the card and credit transfer with a smile. "I can work with that!" ------
Herald grins "As far as entrance tests go, I'm totally for enacting some sweet, sweet justice on the behalf of a lost friend." He exclaims, nodding enthusiastically. "I think it's terrible, either way, and hey, if we can knock some heads and tell the gangs here not to mess with the Starfinders in the process, I'm all for it."
Herald shakes his head. "Barely made eye contact with him before things went down. But one of the goons that ran away is named Adine." He says, sighing.
Herald doesn't waste time beating around the bush. "We got ambushed at the docking bay." he says, clearly agitated. "Two gangs started fighting. Duravor was in the crossfire." "He's dead." he says finally, taking a protein wafer and some water in the silence as Chiskisk takes in the news.
Herald sighs. "Yeah but we gotta show up either way, so let's go." he says, more than willing to lead the way. Going into the Lorespire, he looks for someone who looks to be working there, and asks to find out who he needs to talk to about Duravor Kreel, omitting his death unless asked why he's not there.
"Yeah sure! Here's my comm code." Herald exclaims, passing the information along. "Any idea where we should go to report Duravor's death? We'll need to go to Starfinder HQ."
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