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Nitpick, who notably did not fire a weapon in anger, but simply helped the panicked crowd evacuate more safely, tries to fade into the background when the fuzzthe anacite protectors arrive.

"Form up and leave in an orderly fashion if you don't want to be killed in the crush! If you all struggle, it will just slow your escape down!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19.

Looks like a mix of carrot and stick worked. That is my three actions for the round.

Stealth Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12.

Nitpick, further freaked out by the fact that the system knows this much about him, even when he deliberately avoided it, simply hides.

Nitpick shudders.

"Big Brother is watching..."

Nitpick shudders, and mutters, almost to himself:

"I *knew* it was a conspiracy... How high does it go, though?"

Upon hearing that Vazylyza allows herself to be tracked 24/7, Nitpick's palms grow sweaty, and his heart rate spikes; the very idea of something like that is pure anathema to him...

If anything, he is more interested in the 'mysterious stranger's' ability to digitally obfuscate their presence; now that is a skill that Nitpick would be interested in!

Good heavens! A barathu in a business suit :-P

"Does it really matter? Being discrete is a good thing."

Nik-a-Nik wrinkles his forehead as Jaedana blows everything, but keeps his mouth shut.

Drawing notice to himself is the exact opposite of what Nitpick usually tries to do, so he will happily... meld... into the background ;-)

I think that spoiler was meant for Tapkey ;-)

Nitpick shakes his head vigorously.

"There is a difference of opinion on that. The proliferation of data results in far less privacy. This place is... acceptable to live in, true, but it is still far from a utopia. Look at what happened to the Professor..."

Nitpick recoils at the very notion of installing a third-party app on his comm unit.

Definitely not Nitpick! Letting the government on your phone sounds like a terrible idea ;-)

Nitpick's expression twitches slightly.

"Don't mind us."

Nitpick glances around nervously.

"Keep your voice down! Let's just say we are trying to find out the reason *why*... something... happened to the Professor. The trail led us here."

Nitpick attempts to look as small and inoffensive as possible.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15.

Nitpick steels himself, and 'goes looking' for Eruco.

Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15.

Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19.

"Tier-99-Professor worked at Polytechnica’s Central Archives alongside an assistant nicknamed Eruco. Perhaps we should seek them out?"

Vitality does refill at 4 points per round... but only during combat. Otherwise, you need to spend 10 minutes to Refocus to refill your pool.

Since no-one else has posted, Nitpick will happily hand-over the credit stick that was left for him, and then give the bought kit to Old Growth - he does not want to keep the stick, after all - someone could track it.

Nitpick looks around cautiously.

"Loathe as I am to involve others, perhaps it would be wise for us to go and get a first aid kit?"

A sour expression crosses his rodent-like face.

"Given our experiences thus far, I fear that we will need it."

The only member of the party trained in Medicine is Old Growth, but no-one has a Medkit, so I don't think we can heal that way.

Apart from that, we have the Mystic, and a few Medpatches, based on what I can see.

Nitpick shudders.

"I have no idea, but they seem dangerous!"

Chronicle sheet looks fine. Thank-you for running :-)

Nitpick, his hands shaking, fires off another shot at White.

"Just go away!"

Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24, for 1d6 ⇒ 6 Piercing damage.

Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9.

Nitpick remains clueless and terrified.

Nitpick draws his pistol, and shoots at White.

Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22, for 1d6 ⇒ 2 Piercing damage.

Nitpick shrugs.

"Head to the Polytechnica, and look around?"

To be clear, I am playing-up Nitpick's distrust and paranoia. For all he knows, they could be haunted, or have some sort of digital tracker embedded in them ;-)

Nitpick's eyes nervously dart over the revealed items, lingering slightly on one or two, but he shakes his head.

"I'm not going to loot a dead friend, even if it is what they wished."

He then tightens his grip on his pistol, whether out of anger, or to reassure himself of its physicality, is unclear.

"I do, however, want to see the bastard responsible for the Professor's death brought down!"

Nitpick shakes his head fervently.

"I know they said we could take whatever was on them, but I don't want to loot the body of a friend!"

Someone else is more than welcome to, though!

"I guess we should check the place out? Although I doubt will we look like a bunch of students, or visiting researchers..."

Well, for the moment at least, investigating Polytechnica seems to be our only lead, unless I am missing something?

Nitpick's whiskers tremble furiously.

"Professor!"

Gently unfurling the note, he reads it, his heart sinking even further.

Striving Lore to recall 'Polytechnica': 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23.

"This is bad, on so many levels..."

Seeing that Tapkey is struggling, Nitpick takes a crack at cracking the cipher...

Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15.

Nitpick shares some words of encouragement:

"If at first you don't succeed, you can always try again!"

Nitpick continues to attempt to access the physical storage.

Thievery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23.
Thievery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22.

Nitpick attempts to unlock the physical storage.

Thievery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22.

Nitpick gives Shalalamula a confused look.

"No? After all, that is why we are here - we are trying to track down where they are / what has happened to them...?"

Nitpick attempts to access the resident directory, which is presumably held on a local infosphere.

Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22.

Striving Lore or Society (both have the same modifier): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13.

Discovering the datapad (and the other equipment), Nitpick gets even *more* twitchy.

"Someone had us under surveillance!"

He then moves to check-out the drone.

Nitpick attempts to ID the creatures.

Arcana (to RK): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15.

Nitpick keeps his eyes open for traps.

Search.

With great reluctance, Nitpick attempts to hack the traffic lights...

Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15.

...and is half surprised when he meets with some success.

Nitpick attempts to ID the drone's electronic signature.

Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12.

Nitpick screams and dodges out of the way!

He then uses what he knows about robots in general to help identify the idiosyncrasies of the would-be assassin!

Robot Lore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10.

I'll bring Navasi :-)

After much soul-searching, Nitpick reluctantly takes a look at the holovid.

This does not bode well...

Nitpick favors the bartender with a wary look.

"Hypothetically speaking, if we were, what would it mean to you?"

A sinking feeling washing over him, Nitpick checks his comms to make sure he hasn't received any further messages...