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Jae is fascinated. Not at the games, well they are cool and all ya, but at the amount of people wasting their hard in bits for what looks like little chance. There are machines look like they are designed to keep you on the hook, like one of those vids with 'fishing' shows, but only let one of the Big wins happen here and there, making those Wiz and Bang so all see and want.

craft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 no applicable skills, so she is just looking.

She stands, arms crossed, watching the people and machines, looking for patterns. "Maybe that one with go Big in a minute or so" she points at a particular mass of machines, where the people are looking discouraged and someone just got up.

Jae gives Vorza a quick look that screams 'I am not interesting'.

"Like you, okay" Jae doesn't know anything artifacts, so keeps an eye out for someone like Vorz.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Jae makes a screeching sound, a mix of fear and annoyance, at almost getting caught and looks pretty embarrassed about the whole thing, so nod quickly at the new plan "Good, wiz, all that, won't we have to pay her for information though?"

she's agreeing! just grumbling.

Jae settles down in an available space, folding her legs under her as she takes out her terminal and starts to slip into a world of electronic ones and zeros. "I'll try and track down purchases and such to see if we can find out what they have in there..." the young woman knows enough about worlds not in her ship that money trails are usually the most easy to follow.

computer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Jae gives the postgrad a look of sympathy, and leaves the smooth talking to Trevor. Instead she keeps an eye out for drones, projections, toxic elementals or whatever will try to kill them next.

diplomacy gather info aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

Jaedana foes with Vorza, attempting to gather information about this amazingly cluttered and busy space. "Too many people" she says, but with a tone that could be excitement or could be dread.

"Those attackers were not real, I mean they were, but not, you know what I mean. Do you think we should linger here?" Jae says as she reloads and looks down into the well.

aim at green, shoot shoot at green
laser rifle: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (8) + (4) = 12
laser rifle: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + (3) = 8

Jae keeps up her relentless shooting. In her mind she is counting down with each firing, and knows she will have to reload any second now.

Jae considers for a moment that running would make the most sense. Her people were proud but their ships were their lives so cutting out was always an option. But getting this crew of unknowns to see that seemed impossible at this time, so she did what she was trained to do. Aim, shoot, shoot, Aim, shoot, shoot, until you were dry.

Aim, shoot, shoot, at Red.
laser rifle: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (3) = 9
laser rifle: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5

fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 sickened 1

A dull ache starts to form in her guts. She is uncertain if it is because she is in a life or death situation or cause this field is messing with her physically. One at a time..." she repeats before turning her laser rifle on the one attacking the human and fires off two quick shots.

Aim
laser rifle: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 - 1 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (2) = 5
laser rifle: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 1 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (1) = 2

A rippling unease makes Jaedana want to run. Instead she snarks off a belligerent snap "Giving us a final chance, seems like you should be giving us a chance, not Attacking!" as she ducks next to the cube, pressing her back to it for some protection, even though they are surrounded. She brings up her rifle as she moves, aims and fires at the nearest 'real' thing.

firing at orange anacite
draw weapon, move with mobile aim, and fire
laser rifle, aim: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
damage, F: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (1) = 3

Jae has never met the Professor before, had no idea how her family knew them, but despite that seeing their body made her shudder. "How... how should we honor them? We... kasathian's have rituals... many rituals and traditions but I don't know what theirs would be."

Without waiting for an answer she moves away, deciding to concentrate on data instead of hovering over the body. "There is encrypted data in the steam... I'll work on that."

computers or replace with other thing if needed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Jae looks over Lunar's shoulder "Hmm, you know... I mean... that node looks lacking of def and hp." she tries to help.

computers aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

and doesn't... at all

Jae leans back at the rebuke, but then humbly adds "I did not know them, I am sorry." then quickly follows Lunar-17.

Jae might not be the most people person person, preferring games to conversations (mainly since her family was all she could talk to most times), but she recognized grief at least. She pats Ghellon with her two right hands, and asks softly "Do you know what he was working on, or know of people he might have been working with, especially with the initial 'Z'?"

Jaedana slings her rifle, and takes the pad "One can only try, says the elders." she opens the data to see what is wrong, looks up at the googles "Can I?" plucking them from the human's hands and slipping them over her elongated head, then starts to gentle prod the circuit board.

craft with goggles: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 14

if she needs higher and can keep trying, as the elders say
craft with goggles: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13
if she needs higher and can keep trying, as the elders say
craft with goggles: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19

Jaedana looks to the Vesk, the human, and then the cowering smog thing. While her rifle is still out and pointed at the creature, she is CLEARLY uncomfortable with torturing the creature.

"It sounds like it was just their home and they were defending it." her voice starts uncertain, but as each word follow they gain a defiant steel as only a teenager could. "We're sorry for your friends." she said, meaning it, but unable to undo it. "But we ARE letting you go." there is another hesitation there at the end, cause she has nooooo idea how she could make the Vesk do anything.

"I hacked the drone, not much but I'll tell you what I got, once this guy is gone." trade might work, or it might get Jaedana in her own bottle.

Focusing fire makes sense, so the young woman focuses her sights on the one the human is shooting and fires two quick shots.

aim, shoot, shoot
laser rifle: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + (2) + 1 = 6
laser rifle: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
damage: 1d8 + 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + (3) + 1 = 7

fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 sooo close
laser rifle: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
damage, F: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (7) + (4) = 11

After a fit of painful coughing, Jaedana's instincts kick in. She pulls her laser rifle from its slung position to stock to shoulder, held easy and aiming at her nearest target (no matter how cute it is), as she steps to the wall and potential cover. A sharp zip of red burns through the space between her and it, ripping through its flesh.

hopefully
draw, stride/aim thanks to mobile aim, and fire... not enough actions to take cover though

13/17 hit points, will get her tag line in place after work

With no insertion points, Jaedana fidgets without anything to do. The soldiers seemed to want to do the interesting things and protect the others, which is counter to the philosophy she grew up with, Everyone defends the ship.

So after a moment of trying to do as asked, she huffs and moves forward. She doesn't go inside (yet) but instead retrieves the drone and gives it a once over, hoping to see what she can learn from it.

Jaedana had her rifle up and pointed before she even knew what she was doing, but hesitated enough to miss her chance. A small sound of annoyance (at herself) comes out past her mouth covering.

"Okay, I'll patch in and see what I can see." the youngin slings her rifle and quickly looks around for something that will let her slot in.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
computer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 hero point

The sheer amount of glam enthralls Jaedana for a moment, making her want to gawk at each and every one of them. "How do you city dwellers get anythign done with all this?" she asks as she taps on her wrist computer, beeps and bops, then manages to turn some of them off.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Jaedana does not understand cities, who people flow. A ship has designated traffic patterns. A city is just chaos. Her attempts to get through gets her an elbow, a stomp, and no pity whatsoever.

computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Hmmm, just a bit more I think." Jaedana tries to nudge further, but even traffic lights have some hardening. Or in this case a resident. A grumpy electric elemental had been taking a nap, had its comfortable static rest interrupted by someone mucking into the virtual lines.

Sparks shoot out of the control box, showering Jae in an obvious 'Get Outa Here' thickly spark-urban accents.

computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Jaedana lifts her wrist and beep bops twirdles as her fingers dance along the lights there. "Just needs a... the right... nudge" she looks up at the last pingading, hope in her every being.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Jaedana runs out, her jacket flapping like a purple cape. She scans the dark, like she has a thousand times before for any imperfection in the lights behind it. No matter the sensors a ship had, they still had a lookout to catch things like that in space.

"There!" she yells out pointing to a wabble in the waves.

Jaedana went from full and slightly sick from it, to really sick at the prospect of having to figure out where to sleep. This Tierny is who she was supposed to stay with til her family got back. She'd blown her stash of creds so far on a horde of small silly but New stuff, so didn't have enough for a crash pad.

"We'd like!" she shoots out, worried eagerness filling her voice.

"I read about this human thing called... CHEE-Zs" she asks for it in the comm unit.

As Jaedana sat and explained she had no allergies she knew of or restrictive dietary needs, she spoke.

"Crews need to know who to count on for what" Jaedana recites "Shipborn logic, repeated a thousand times before you ever find solid footing." Jaedana wasn't sure why these strangers would consider themselves 'crew' but...

"Know your strength but be ready to backup the strong." she repeats another rule "Meaning like all I learned how to repair things, work navs, and patch up another in case the experts are tied up with more important... or are the ones bleeding out." the young Kasatha said "What I am bang about is piloting and..." she pats the rifle on her arm "... Needle here, though only been in scraps with pirates who had more sense to stick in long."

Her portion of 'Getting To Know You' over, she asks "Why does this Tierny need you all, I mean us all? You think?"

"I don't know what he looks like." the young kasatha admits with a multiarmed shrug "My family, I think, are the 'friends', but they dropped me off and said meet him. You all know the guy?" she takes a paapkern, looks at it then pokes the bottom of her mask out to slip it in her mouth and chews with slow collection of the experience.

Jaedana looks over at the vesk, her watery eyes widening before she hurries through an order of whatever seems the most interesting and then sits down with the two men. "Static can be incredulous, I think, at least until it is become known then in truth it becomes credulous. Hello, I am Jaedana."

A average sized Kasath (meaning tall and wiry) hesitantly navigates the throng of walkers, hovers, bumpings, and just plain claustrophobic lumers. By their dodging, pausing, and odd gaping, she screams tourist. A theory slightly disrupted by the large laser rifle slung on her shoulder along with a serviceable starship duffle resting on her back.

Jae might look like getting through the crowd to get to her destination is an epic chore of nightmares, but she is boiling in Wow under her mouth covering.

It is exponential stimulations to a shipbound like her. So many entities, all so different, and not in the everyone is a unique biodome within their meat sack, nope these are all so different on the outside as well!!!!!!!!!!!

She almost regrets getting through this Striving to the Cafe. This was new though so she rocked back on the balls of her feet, standing in the entrance, gawking. Yep, full gawking, two hands holding straps, two hands on her hips, right in the entrance of the place.