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"The Lorespire is equipped with lavatories," Gideon comments drolly.

"Very wise," Gideon intones, hammer receding. "You have sown death across this station. Do you wish to explain yourself?"

Per Slack:

Miss Chance, 1 is hit: 1d2 ⇒ 1 HIT!!!

Gideon seizes his opportunity, smashing his hammer straight through shirren jaw.

AoO @ Multi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 CRIT
Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (6, 3) + 14 = 23
Miss Chance, 1 is Hit: 1d3 ⇒ 2 DAMMIT

Unfortunately, it is the wrong jaw. The image wavers, then vanishes. He grunts heavily as the missiles slam into him.

Then the second shirren shows its face. "Deal with the mage, please," he requests of his companions, then charges furiously after the other. Using Stellar Rush to charge without penalty.

Charge Hammer @ Dazed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"Eager to be somewhere else?" he inquires of the fleeing antennae.

Photon Mode: 2 Points.

Gideon advances inexorably toward the shirren, hammer furious and ready.

Gravity Hammer @ Shirren: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Miss Chance, 1 is Hit: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Photon Mode: 1 point.

"No," Gideon replies. He barely registers the shot.

He moves closer still. He feels the energy of a dozen nearby stars burn within him, growing with each inch.

He lets it go.

Supernova Fire Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 3) = 14 and DC 16 Reflex for half

"Empty," Gideon observes. He advances inexorably into the firefight. He approaches the armed shirren. "Ah, there you are. Perhaps now we can talk face to face. Put the gun down."

Photon Mode: 2 points.

Gideon calmly enters the building and opens the first available door.

Photon mode: 1 point.

"Suit yourself," Gideon intones solemnly. He moves to break down the door.

Strength Take 20: 20 + 3 = 23

Gideon frowns behind his helmet. "I was clear. I want you to come out. Do not make me break in."

"They have been re-slain. You had best come out." The statement is not a request.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 12 + (4) = 28

I think that would make sense.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 "Fire? After a fashion," Gideon replies to Noble.

He charges.

Indeed, he blisters forward at such a pace that he spontaneously combusts an instant before crashing into a zombie hammer-first. Using Stellar Rush revelation to charge without penalty. Photon mode: 1 point.

Charge!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Unclear on where these guys are on the map.

"Right, then," Gideon says, straightening with nonchalance. "Let us be after that residential address in the Ring. Is everyone ready?"

"You may wish to retreat," Gideon advises, swinging in the cramped space as best he can, but dealing only glancing blows that are easily shrugged off. "Things are about to get rather heated."

Gravity Hammer: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 4 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Gravity Hammer: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 4 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Photon Mode: 2 points.

Gideon's hammer is in his hand before he even thinks to conjure it. "Step aside," he instructs Noble-44, and hurtles into the tiny apartment. The hammer is swift in its judgement, if not its aim.

Gravity Hammer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Nice pog, by the way, S. Those things always scared the sh*t out of me.

"We must prevent Shenge from re-animating. Are you able to identify and remove the necrotic augmentation?" Gideon inquires of Spacey.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Gideon shrugs. "We could knock," he offers, demonstrating the practice with three sharp raps on the door.

Gideon exits the bathroom without a word and goes around behind the facility, knocking on the first door.

Token on map.

Gideon pauses in front of the bathroom door. Any specific signs of halfling habitation in any of the nearby porticos?

If not: Gideon activates his suits environmental seals and barges into the bathroom itself to have a look around.

Gideon carefully investigates the stairs for failure points, whether made through neglect or intention.

Take 20 Perception: 20 + 4 = 24

Gideon looks studiously about for signs pointing the way to a public restroom.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

That is one sexy map!

Gideon expresses his thanks for the gluon crystal and commits to using it well against those who would harm innocents like Maija.

Do we have a physical description of Shenge? Or an address?

"And thus we have uncovered Renew-You's true purpose," Gideon grimaces. He turns to the halflings. "Can you direct us to Shenge's current whereabouts?"

He also comments to the other Starfinders that a follow-up visit with AbadarCorp might be in order at this juncture.

A pause follows this explanation, broken by the wracking cough in the other room. "And now? How does Maija fare? When did her illness set in?"

Culture Take 10 for 14.

Gideon removes his helmet and clears his throat, addressing the prepcook. "Greetings, citizen. Forgive the intrusion into your home. May I have a word with you about Senndi's mother?"

Diplomacy (Improve Attitude): 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 12 + (4) = 24

Gideon concurs with Noble's approach, and lets the child talk.

Gideon stares at the sign for only half a moment before walking over to the stall on the opposite side of the walkway. "Greetings, friend. How long has Renew-You been closed up?"

I feel like Renew-You is the correct answer, but I am a completionist so I can get behind Cytech Clinic.

"The Cytech Clinic then," Gideon agrees once the Metagenesis door shuts behind them.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Gideon looks at Noble-44, then back at the salesman. "My regrets, sir, but my friend here has just noticed something that requires our attention elsewhere. I am grateful that you have taken the time to show us your wares. We may return."

He follows the android out the door. Next?

Gideon frowns, a hint of frustration in his eye. "Have I not? I have told you what I need, and I can hardly ask for something I do not know to name. What do you have in stock that meets my needs?"

"Do not be so certain, stranger," Gideon warns with a bright smile flashing across his face. "Those are only the first requirements. You see, the folks we deal with have ample means and methods of detection -- so when I say it needs to be able to escape detection, I mean any detection. That includes magic and tech."

"Secondly, the folks we deal with have experts that can spot all the known models. We are looking for something... off-market."

Gideon's brows furrow, and he pauses a moment to consider whether this is a trap.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Sense Motive @ BioBoost: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Gideon tries the exact same line here at Metagenesis. "My friend here is in the market for a new prosthetic. He has tried a lot of models that do not suit his tastes. Would you have anything... interesting?"

Diplomacy (Improve Attitude): 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 12 + (5) = 24

Link to the art is dead, S.

"My friend here is in the market for a new prosthetic," Gideon begins, gesturing at Noble-44 and putting on his best (literally, apparently) charm. "And he has tried a lot of models that do not suit his tastes. Would you have anything... interesting?"

Diplomacy (Improve Attitude): 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (20) + 12 + (2) = 34

"You would like help," Gideon replies aloud in a matter-of-fact tone. He offers Philt the same lack of greeting.

"Right then," Gideon mutters, and walks up to the office on the left. "An updated directory, please."

"You mentioned a list of clinics?" rumbles a deep baritone from the back.

I have a AbadarCorp Respect boon, and will slot it.

"No."

Gideon's voice is quiet, but firm. He stands aloof, his back to Wazasha, gazing out into the awesome vastness of this impossible chamber. "I am a Starfinder, charged with uncovering the mysteries of the multiverse so that they may be understood, harnessed, empowered. Ratings, your addiction, are meaningless in the contemplation of mystery. I care not for them."

"This dwarf, however," Gideon turns to Holsin, "holds in his soul deep wonders yearning to be understood. Holsin, the discovery of this space--this Sky--upsets you. Do not be troubled. The myths that have been weaved for you have fallen away now, yet you bear real power and the ties you have wrought for your clan are your own. Your fate is yours to command, free from the shackles of a forgotten destiny. Embrace your freedom, hold it tightly, for it is all you have in the deep black of infinity."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"As for you, Wazasha," Gideon intones, "I will stand by my First Seeker. You have overstepped, and Zo! has made a promise to his fans without a contract to support it. If you wish to film a sequel... be prepared to pay dearly for it."

AoO Hammer @ Big Bad: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Gideon swings his impossible hammer in an overhand arc, pivoting with the speed of a gravitational slingshot. The hammer lands on the head of the powered goblin just as he lands.

"I SAID TRY IT!!!" Gideon bellows. He wastes no time in following up with another mighty blow.

Gravity Hammer @ Big Bad: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 +2 if flanking, not sure who has a weapon out
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Photon Mode: 2 points. If the AoO drops the big goblin, Gideon will instead use Stellar Rush to charge the White goblin without penalties (so same attack/damage).

Gideon takes command of the bridge. "Come and try!"

Double move. Photon Mode: 1 point.

Gideon tries to make sense of things. Simulated dwarves. A quest for "Sky." Poison fog. Some god named Torag.

"We have come from the Sky," Gideon returns, "but unlike the goblins we welcome you there. We can help you on you Quest. How long have you stayed here, in this cavern?"

Gideon sets his shoulder against the boulder and leans into it, testing its weight and gradually increasing his push.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

As he does so, his strained voice calls out to the gathered assembly. "Friends! Comrades!" Gideon's baritone booms out across the room. "There is strength in unity! We eclectic few hail from divergent paths, yet fate has entwined us. The life of your clan shall thrive yet, if we can come together to save this elder! Come! Push! PUSH!!!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Gideon unclips his titanium cable from his pack and seeks Zed's guidance on how best to apply it. "We might consider enlisting the dwarves to assist in pushing or pulling."

"Smikk, if you would be so kind as to translate, though I must question the notion that Aklo is a 'civilized' tongue." Gideon clears his throat, and gestures to the goblin. "This goblin came to raid and loot and steal from you. He is our prisoner. The undead you see arrayed behind us are mere chroniclers, and will cause you no harm. You have my guarantee."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

After a slight pause, he continues. "It seems that you and I are alien to one another. What is your current year? Can you tell me of your Quest for Sky?"

Not sure how much Gideon would know of Golarion's pre-Gap history. Is the Quest for Sky something familiar to the Starfinder Society at this time?

"Strange. We appear to be encountering some sort of automated life forms." Gideon turns to the others. "Anyone catch any of that? What about you Gobby?"

Whoa.

Gideon does not understand their speech, but their actions are clear enough. Moving slowly and deliberately, he takes a gentle step forward to separate himself from the others, then reaches up and removes his helmet. Charisma: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Gideon's dark face gleams in the cameras' glare. His features are broad and powerfully set, and his eyes glint with purpose. He sets the black helm down on a rock, raises his hands to the air to show he means no harm, and takes another gentle step forward.

"I do not know the tongue of the dwarves. Do you speak the Common tongue?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

After a long pause, Gideon growls, "Fine."

Athletics RISKY b/c CARRYING A GNOME: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 4 = 20

Gideon releases his grip on "Gobby McGobface" and drops him unceremoniously onto his green ass.

"Let us being going then." He advances without looking back.

Charisma Check vs Camera: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Gideon does not lower the goblin, but his tone is calm. "Oh? What have you found?" Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26