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Maia also passes over a credstick with the appropriate funds, feeling uncomfortable. Although the situation has been handled in a manner better than, ah... Some of the others she's encountered, she still finds it difficult to deal with corpses. Of any kind. Once she's handed the credits over, she retreats to the rear of the room.

How strange, Maia thinks to her companions. I did not expect a hacker of sensitive information to have so little technology immediately visible. Should we assume this is the potential asset in question? There was, of course, the possibility that they were in the wrong spot. Even so, she eyes Alpha warily, worried that he's more interested in shooting first and asking questions later.
Please pardon the delay! Had a Starfinder session today that went way longer than anticipated. @_@

Maia nods as the woman speaks, but agrees with Lynn. A good point, she says to the popstar. It would have been awkward if they'd gotten into trouble trying to do as Historia-7 asked. At the same time, she wondered if not getting caught to begin with might be what Historia-7 was hoping for.

Huffing a bit, Maia moves to keep up with the feathery thing, pistol at the ready. She had a good number of questions, but none that would help in the midst of a fight. The envoy tries to take cover behind the crate-like boxes as she aims another shot.

Pistol: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Piercing

Sorry, ignore that - I wasn't 100% sure what I was looking at but I think I've got it sorted.

Maia moved up and stared, still not entirely comfortable with what she was looking at. I don't suppose diplomacy would work here? she asked the others weakly. Now that it was just barely in range, she aimed and shot at it, fingers shaky. Perhaps too shaky.
Pistol: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 - 1 = 5
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2 Piercing

I assumed that one was me? If not, please revert. @_@
Maia advances to better get a handle on what's going on and draws her pistol.

What is our enemy? she asks, curious and surprised. What knowledge bits should I be rolling? o:

Maia grimaces, feeling tired. This was a far more strenuous task than I'd anticipated, she communicates to her allies.

Sorry for the delay, just getting through Cozumel!

Let us not waste any more time, then, Maia agrees. If the album is as popular as it sounds, well... The sooner they went, the better.

Maia breathes a quiet sigh of relief when they're deemed successful. She doesn't say as much, but she's privately very, very glad no one had shot at the poor thing, especially with what the ysoki had said. All's well that ends well, she thinks decidedly. Telepathically, even.

Dataphiles?

That's up to Fitch, then, isn't it? Maia points out. Besides, I don't think she'd throw out something that can't defend itself - or why would she have bothered with what language it speaks?

Can I Diplomacy it again? o: I rolled pretty well earlier, but I didn't think I could give that one another go?

Seeing that some of their number are decidedly more interested in, ah, hastening their task, she follows Lynn's lead, attempting to give a show of safety with the android.

Survival (aid another): 1d20 ⇒ 20 Huh, what d'ya know? I figured it wouldn't go so well since I don't have a modifier - guess the dice roller just loves to prove me wrong, XD;
Profession (arbiter): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Please don't shoot it, Maia frowns at Pangea-Alpha. Violence is an unnecessary step when it is so obviously panicked. It clearly means no harm.

It's Survival checks to handle animals in Starfinder, I think.

Is anyone particularly good with animals and other creatures? Maia asks the group. Her own skills with such were minimal - something she resolved to fix. It obviously does not want to harm us - but as I do not share a language with it, I cannot calm it with my usual methods. Her telepathic voice might come off as a bit abashed at that.

Maia's very much into diplomacy, but she doesn't speak Zk'll'pr't... ;A;

Despite her inability to communicate with the creature, Maia attempts to get a little closer, trying not to aggravate the... person? She's not entirely sure.

"Please, be calm," she says, trying to make her voice as soothing as she can. To Lynn, she asks, Please get some more information - is there something it likes or might be amenable to? I'd rather do this with the carrot than the stick.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 9 + (3) = 31
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 6 + (2) = 21

Maia eyes the tracks wondering where the creature could've gone. Whatever it was, it was apparently being held for transit, so there was that at least.
Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 14
When Markar volunteered to slip into the vents, she look at them, curious as to how they'll hold up to Kasatha's weight. Would they be able to take more? Would there be a lot of room to move about?
Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Perhaps we can bait it with food? she asks the group, considering the food options she had in her pack.

Maia can't imagine what it could be, but her mind certainly comes up with some strange and awkward ideas. She passes the images along to Lynn with the sense of a question - Like this?
No Life Science here. :<

Better understanding what Lynn intended, she nodded. I see. Thank you for the clarification. I was concerned since there was a possibility that we'll have to, ah... remove it.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Thank you, Maia says, echoing Lynn's words. She's pleased that they were able to at least get an honest answer from the children despite their evident guilt. She can't help but be a little concerned at Lynn's gentle treatment of the situation. Not knowing what the 'pet' was concerned her, especially considering whatever it was might've ruined the circuitry or wiring or whatever it was that had caused power to go out.

Is that wise? she asks Lynn, curious what the android's reasoning is.

What's the problem? Maia quickly steps forward, kneeling so she's at the same level as the children to keep from scaring them off. I am Maia Lilia Lanasky, she informs them. Tell us; what were you looking for? Are you okay? She does try to broadcast her telepathy to the others - those who are okay with it, anyways.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Then let us proceed, Maia agrees with this course of action. Children, at least, were something tangible she could handle unlike the strange technological components that people so often futzed about with.

Not entirely sure how to be helpful, Maia nods at the information and asks, Is it very unusual for such problems? She fingers her blaster, very much aware of the threat Fitch had mentioned - something might be messing with the wiring, which was why she'd requested combatants to begin with. Are there be any special tools we ought to take for this task?

She's speaking with the group, responding to Markar, and asking in general if they think there's more they ought to ask about before embarking on this next task. c: Apologies for the confusion!

We will not know until we look into it, Maia points out. Are there any details we ought to be aware of for this particular task?

A bit surprised by the hug, but hardly opposed to it, Maia gently wraps her arms around Pangea-Alpha for the generally appropriate amount of time before releasing it. One of the many virtues of the Starfinder Society, she agrees.

Stepping away from the somewhat haphazardly slapped together rig, Maia nods at Alpha. Nicely done, she congratulates. She repeats the commendation to the others in their little team, pleased that they have, somehow, come out on top.

Finally, she smiles at Laboni. Congratulations; you win!

Gunnery: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9

Maia winces. You may have jinxed me, she chuckles. Why don't you take a turn? I think the weapon's had enough of me.

Noted, Maia whispers into Markar's mind, changing her target to Velocity. As she does, she frowns a bit at Orsis, disappointed in him. Still, she supposed Laboni had brought that upon herself by taking the lead so, er... Blatantly.
Gunnery: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 + 2 = 20

Frowning at the weaponry, her mind on their significantly less than optimal position, Maia takes aim at Ratrod as well, trying to, ah... discourage him from further transgressions against them. To anyone within range of her telepathy, she projects, Can we get rid of that harpoon? The tone she takes is more one of curiosity than demand or frustration - if they can get rid of it, excellent. If not, well. They'd have to find some other way to make do.
Gunnery: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 2 = 18

...oh my god, I'm simultaneously the saddest and most embarrassed ever. Thanks, Alpha! c: Please make a note o' that, GM. @_@ She, um. She's happy to be out of the way? There are probably better modifiers in the party, orz.

Very much amused - and pleased by - Lynn's running commentary on the event, Maia does her best to help out where she can on the circuit. If she's in the gunner's chair, she makes an attempt at Ratrod. It doesn't do, after all, to allow such a blatant insult to go unanswered.

Gunnery: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 That's her Piloting and Dex modifier - I wasn't sure what the other bonuses/penalties were since I just got back. @_@

At his acceptance, Maia smiles brightly at him, gently murmuring Thank you, into his mind.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Maya, seeing that her Markar isn't having the best of luck, steps over, smiling easily, and gently touch her fellow lashunta's mind. But surely you won't need to? Trying for a bit of flattery, she adds, After all, you seem more than capable of winning the whole thing. We just want to help her get ahead of Ratrod so their whole argument will blow over.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Sense Motive: Nyizin: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Perhaps this would be helpful when targeting enemies?

EAC please! And she'd like to observe Orsis and Velocity. c: I won't take it back, even if someone's called 'em since that's who I had written down, orz. :< Sorry for not mentioning it earlier ;A:

Round 1
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Maia pauses at the girl's response and puzzles over the question. She, uh - she really doesn't know what to do with the part and had been looking for them based on the descriptions she'd seen elsewhere. Perhaps you can use it to boost your defenses? she suggests. She looks to some of the others

Round 2 Forgive me if I'm doing this wrong? @_@ I wasn't sure boosting defenses via perception from last round was going to edge into this one or not?
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

If she finds another part, she suggests, Perhaps this one could be used to help with controlling your vehicle?

Apologies for the delay! Ended up in two games today instead of two today! @_@

Overwhelmed with all that requires doing - and, frankly, how foreign this whole thing is to her - Maia does what little she can and looks for the parts they might need to get the junkracer together and, well. Whole.

When she thinks she's made a find, she gently nudge's the human's mind and asks Laboni, Is this the correct part?

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Although Maia privately wonders if a simple discussion between the two about their differences wouldn't be a bad thing, but the warning they'd received about treating their tasks as important missions had stuck to her so she didn't say anything.

"I am also unfamiliar with Junk Racing," she says, speaking aloud. Her voice is quiet, but smooth - the voice of someone who doesn't often raise her voice but is used to being heard all the same. "What do we need to do in order to help you win?"

Organizing each response in her mind, Maia nods to the human who had emphatically demanded privacy and responds to those who have responded.

Zetta happy? I cannot say I have encountered this term, but given the context, I think it fair to say it is a good thing, yes? the woman responded. Given the way Lynn was behaving, she thought it fair to assume the girl was a friendly sort. I will certainly be doing my best. I hope all goes well.

To Markar, she only smiles and nods - a positive acknowledgment instead of an understanding one.

Slotting Second Seeker's Champion
Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Culture(Lynn): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

When Maia enters, it's with the quiet squeak of boots against the floor. She's tall and slender, dressed fairly neatly in a plain old shirt and some hardy looking pants. Her hair is brushed back, making obvious the antennae-like appendages that marked her as a lashunta just as her figure notes that she's of the damaya.

There's an industrial backpack over her shoulder which contains most of her things, but her weapon - the only weapon anyone can see on her - is a tactical semi-automatic pistol holstered at her belt.

Rather than speaking aloud, she gently touches the minds of those in the room, allowing them to withdraw from her telepathy if they choose, and greets them all with an easy, Hello; I am Maia.

She accepts the materials for the cheek swab and turns slightly to swab her mouth privately before pausing at Guidance for a few considering moments. At last, she extends her hand and allows the subdermal implant to be installed.

Curious, she activates the implant immediately and smiles gently before deactivating it and allowing her hand to fall to her side.