Oshari Soteria, Health & Safety's page

Oshari steps to one side as he swings. "Stand STILL, damnit!"

Step
Storm Doshko, Static, Flanking w/ Burnham vs EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Burn watches the drow go down with some satisfaction. He looks the others over. "Is anyone hurt?" Then the elevator catches his eye. He slings his rifle over his shoulder while he steps to the door.

Oshari shakes his head as he grips the doshko in his hands.

Both Drow stumble and fall. One rolls around a little, while the other tries to get to his feet and stumble away. (This provokes an attack from Oshari)

Storm Doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10, E: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Oshari takes a few swings at the drow.

Storm Doshko vs Red: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11, E: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Oshari, reeling from the flare, runs to attack the drow.

Ember Flame Doshko, EAC vs Red: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

I'm not entirely sure where I should be, so I moved myself to an approximate guess.

Oshari moves forward and forms a doshko in his hands.

Move, Gear Form - Static Storm Doshko

Would we have time to take a short rest?

I apologize for my absence. Also, I realized I forgot to track the Reactive Repair, so I should be at 12 HP damage going into this round. After this turn, I'll have 1 temp, 1 sp, and 12 HP.

Oshari swings again.

Storm Doshko, EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Oshari takes one more swing at the nearly-dead creature.

Static Storm Doshko, Flanking: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

If it's dead, move action to run over to the others, since they're just barely in my sight range.

After the sparks start flying, the strange one runs at Kapteyn. Oshari sees it charging and leap over the eyeball on the floor. When it gets within Kapteyn's light, you all can see clearly that where it's head should be is just a mass of tentacles, which it then attacks Kapteyn with.

"...huh."

Without missing a beat, Oshari runs around to the opposite side and starts attacking the strange tentacle-thing.

Static Storm Doshko, possibly flanking with Kapteyn? I'm not sure if they're at ground level/are threatening, EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Sorry about the delay, finals week. I'm assuming this is a surprise round, so I only get a move/standard.

Oshari sighs. "Come on, are you really being paid enough for this? If you're being paid at all?"

Nonetheless, the nanites surrounding him form into a doshko and begin working to stitch up his wounds.

Move - Gear Form, Storm Doshko
Swift - Nanite Surge, Reactive Repair: 1 hp + 1 temp hp per turn

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Initiative: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Oshari's the first one to see stuff and the last to react, lol.

“What a pity it would be if she were to die...”

Oshari grins, the rims of his glasses glowing a bit as nanites swarm the frames. Behind them, his eyes light up with a newfound fire. "A pity indeed."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Oshari smiles, again trying and failing to not seem at least a bit threatening. ”We’re Starfinders, we’re here to find a shipment that was stolen from us. You said your job is to keep track of the books for Villyth, would you be able to help us with that? We can try to free you if you’re being kept here.”

Let's do a little bit of retcon as you sound like you want to speak to the quasit more.

Ipqik stops flying away and turns midair. "Why?" he asks Oshari, narrowing his beady eyes.

Oshari takes off his glasses, cleaning them on his shirt. ”You seemed disappointed, and given that your first thought on the arrival of non-drow was that we were slaves, I expect that your employers don’t exactly have robust racial non-discrimination policies, which then makes it more likely that you’re here unwillingly as well—a possibility compounded by that rather conspicuous tattoo on your chest.” He puts his glasses back on, nanites encircling the frames. ”Would I be correct?” Switching to Gear Form - Crafty Graft

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 Oshari has darkvision to 60 ft.

"Oh, okay. I’m Ipqik, and I’m supposed to keep track of everything Villyth steals and sells, but it’s quite hard! I'll be on my way. ” With that, the quasit begins flying toward the darkness of the ceiling.

”Were you hoping for someone else?” Oshari attempts to come across as nonthreatening, though isn’t particularly good at it.

"I think Oshari should take point. Kapteyn, can you dim your light? You make a good target in the dark."

Oshari nods, moving to the front of the group.

Oshari cracks his knuckles. ”Seems like the best option. Seems like the only option, really.”

In the elevator on the way down he asks in his most pleasant tone. "Who else thinks Zeizer is going to double cross us?"

”I’d be more surprised if he didn’t, honestly.”

Life Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Looks like some kind of biotech lab? Not sure what any of it is, though."

Summary from the intro: The Starfinder Society purchased weapons from House Xicton using House Zeizerer as an intermediary.

Yeah, but my question is, are they targets (specifically stealing from House Xicton shipments) or are they business partners (selling the weapons and then stealing them back to sell again). The first one would make more sense, but I could see the second as an option too.

"Those guns used to belong to the Society. They've been fixed. No serial numbers. See"

"A chop shop, then. Take the stolen weapons apart so they can't be identified and sell them. Hopefully we're not too late for most of them."

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Oshari points at the map. "The marks correspond to areas controlled by House Xicton. Not entirely sure what they mean, though."

Oshari's weapon dissolves into a cloud of dark blue nanites, returning to coat his glasses. Switch to Crafty form

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Sorry about the wait, I've had midterms this past week.

Oshari steps forward to attack the remaining guard.

Storm Doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9, E: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Oshari barely registers the lash. "Don't worry about me, just deal with these bas--bad people." He follows it up with another swing.

Static Storm Doshko, EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17, E: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Oshari ducks into one of the offices, just around the corner from one of the drow.

Oshari moves in, scanning the office, before moving to open the far door. I'm assuming I can do it as my move/standard instead of a swift action?

The drow in front of Oshari quickly taps the console beside the door, causing the door to close.

Is there a console on this side of the door?

Storm Doshko (target depends on spoilers): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16, E: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Oshari, can I have your current square? It's the logical place for Burn to be if he wants to go in first and get any cover he might from the door.

Sure! I'll delay to after Kapteyn as well, so I don't get hit with the reflex vs dazzled.

Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Oshari runs forward towards one of the guards as Ariadne morphs into a large doshko.

Nanite Surge: Quick Form - Static Storm Doshko
Storm Doshko vs Blue, EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15, E: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"Can you drive us in through the front door?"

Oshari nearly chokes on his drink. "Somehow, I don't think this vehicle is rated for that."

He moves up to the door, stepping over the body of the security guard. "Ready?"

It occurs to me that at least with this heist, the one thing we don't really need to worry about is getting caught, since we have diplomatic immunity and we're stealing from thieves anyway.

With that, I'd say that the order of priorities for information would be, from most to least important:
1. Floor Plan
2. Troop Composition
3. Information on Security Network
4. Guard Posts
5. Access Codes
since we can make educated guesses on a lot from the floor plan, and we're not exactly swimming in stealth, so we'll probably end up in a firefight no matter what we do. What do you all think?

Oshari takes a seat, staying quiet through most of the questioning, letting the others ask while he watches Fellizere's responses.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Oshari sighs. "I'm getting too old for this. Ari?"

Suddenly, the nanites that had swarmed around his glasses peel off, snaking around his legs to provide extra support as the nuar takes off running.

Nanite Array: Sheath, Athletics/Stealth
Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Oshari joins Kapteyn, keeping a lookout for anything suspicious.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Oshari - Sense Motive (with theme knowledge) for being able to sort through any information we get for truth (though that may be hard to demonstrate)

That's honestly a pretty good idea.

After Vomation searches the net, Oshari holds out a hand for the tablet. "May I?"

He spends a few minutes scrolling through, before handing it back. "Those leads should be the most likely to pan out."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Are there specific skills we're supposed to use, or just anything we can justify?

Oshari thinks for a moment. "Unless she's planning to form a militia of her own, which would likely become obvious rather immediately, I'd expect she would find somewhere to fence them. A large shipment of weaponry hitting the black market would stand out, so we could begin by searching for illegal weapon sales, or any reports of gang activity armed with these weapons."

"Alternatively, we could lay a trap, set up another fake shipment of weapons for her to steal. It'd be a delicate operation, though. If we make the security too low, she'll see the trap coming, because now we'd have reason to suspect an attempt, but if we set it too high, she'd get spooked and avoid it entirely. I do think it's doable, however."

"In either case, we would require some minor assistance, namely leads on potential fences she would go to and falsified negotiations for a second shipment, but beyond that the rest would be out of your hands."

"We always expect trouble. You don't last very long here otherwise.

"Now, We hear you say 'officially disowned'. That makes me think you still have some kind of relationship with her. Why don't you tell us what that is while my friend still has his gun in its holster?"

Oshari pinches the bridge of his nose (although his bovine appearance makes this somewhat more striking than typical).

Sighing, he chimes in, measuring his tone carefully. "My colleagues are correct. The Starfinder Society, while not strictly paramilitary, requires a regular supply of weaponry to function, and by being here to assist in diplomacy, your house could secure a potential customer for quite some time. One shipment may not be worth much in your books, but a series of regular shipments in the foreseeable future, ones you would be able to have a stake in, may prove more valuable."

"...there is, of course, also the question of culpability." Oshari's voice drops somewhat lower. "While you say you disowned Villyth months ago, with an operation of your scale, the bureaucratic process to do so could have taken some time, and I imagine errors in paperwork can be quite dangerous. If, for instance, it turned out she was able to pull off this theft due to retaining access or intel from her time here, that could reflect very poorly on your house."

He straightens up a bit, perhaps realizing he forgot his place for a moment. "Of course, I trust that your house is quite efficient in its organization, and have no doubt your filing was not in error. Still, I believe that by positioning yourself even more firmly as a mediator between the Starfinder Society and Nightarch, you could even further entrench your position of power in the city."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 ...damn, I felt really good about that speech, too. I'm assuming it's too late to slot one of the many Paizo t-shirts I have for the promotional boon slot? I realized I had forgotten to do that.

He's quite transparent about his own gear, abilities and attitudes. Although he an enthusiastic devotee of the Exo-Guardian faction, he doesn't care for the faction motto, "The sword that seeks the darkness." His motto is "Everyone gets home alive." He assures you that as much as possible, should things come to a fight, he'll stand between you and the foe. But in line with his motto, he prefers diplomatic solutions. He's also a great one for teamwork, so he likes a flanking buddy if someone else in the group likes melee.

Oshari nods. "Good motto. I don't like unnecessary risk."

The nuar spends the first day of the journey ensuring the shuttle itself is up to code, then researching the Nightarch legal code.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Nothing much to do but wait, I suppose." If there's an available chair, Oshari sits down and pulls out a book to read.

Boon: Live Air Celebrity (Social)

Pretty much all the scenarios I've played with this character only gave achievement points and I haven't gotten around to redeeming them, so that's all I have, lol.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"Are there any particular rules for drow diplomacy we should know about? Any particular customs to observe?"

A tall nuar in business clothes and glasses sits down at the meeting table, placing a briefcase next to him. A small cloud of nanites emerges from the briefcase, settling on the table in front of him, forming into a smiling face.

"Oshari Soteria, Health and Safety Inspector. This is Ariadne."

The cloud of nanites waves cheerfully.

Here!

"Oshari Soteria, Workplace Health & Safety Inspector and part-time Starfinder." Level 3 Nanocyte, mostly a tank with decent skills.

What subtier would it likely be at? I've got a lvl 3 I could throw in.

Profession (Maintenance Worker): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Thanks for running, I had a great time!

- What does love feel like?
- What do I do if I’m in love?
- Does AutoMaint 13 love me?

"Starting off with the easy questions, I see."

The nuar sighs, taking off his glasses and cleaning them a bit.

"Love is... complicated, more than anything else. People have been trying to define it for forever, and we're not any closer than we were before."

"But... I think it's one of those things, where if you feel the need to ask yourself if you feel it... you already have your answer, right? You wouldn't be asking otherwise."

"I don't know AutoMaint 13, I've never talked to it. You said they seem close to awakening, but isn't there yet, so maybe that means it can't feel love, but... frankly, if being there to fix you when you need it isn't love, I don't know what is."

"As for what to do?" He puts his glasses back on. "Stay with them, as much as you can. Keep them close, physically if possible, metaphorically if not."

"But hey, what do I know. I'm just a safety inspector."

Roll: 1d20 ⇒ 14

If it's just diplomacy, it's a flat d20. Oshari is drawing on essentially seeing Ariadne (the nanite swarm) as his kid, so if some other check would work (computers, maybe?) I'll argue for that, but it's a long shot.

"But as I become more ... me, I also become more confused. My internal state doesn't match my sensors. I become broken, but I can't identify why. I can see things that aren't happening and have not happened."

"Hmm... could mean something else is wrong, but could just be a side effect."

I'm very open to profession checks, if you can think of some justification. No matter how tenuous.

Continuing its response to Oshari...

"Whether there are other ships like me, I'm not sure. The design of my virtual intelligence is replicated on other ships. But there are no other examples in my logs. So I can't predict what might happen if I return to Multifold Industries. How my relationship with them might change now that I've changed."

"Well, I think if you end up staying employed by them you should make them install better safeguards around your main computer to prevent damage, both physically and software-wise. Protecting a flight computer is one thing, but once you woke up it became an employee safety issue. It might be a legal grey area whether or not they have to, since you weren't technically hired by them, but if it ends up in court it'd probably give them more bad press than they'd like, so hopefully they'd decide it wasn't worth it. If they do give you trouble, you could probably try getting in contact with the Android Abolitionist Front. I'm not sure how much they can help with legal matters directly, but they'd probably be able to help you find a sympathetic lawyer. And if things go beyond the legal, well... I'm sure they'd be helpful there too."

"Of course, that's all assuming you do remain employed by them. You're your own ship now! You can do whatever you want! Once you're back on your feet, that is."

Profession (Maintenance Worker): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Oshari adjusts his glasses as he reads the logs, expression unchanging but shoulders loosening.

"How long have you been... awake?" he asks, an unfamiliar softness entering his typically gruff voice. "I'm assuming the other autopilots aren't, otherwise I'd recommend forming a union. When did this happen?"

I'm assuming since it attacked Raia in melee it's at ground level?

Oshari runs forward and swings at the drone.

Storm Doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20, E: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Oshari sighs in relief as one drone goes down, before immediately turning around to deal with the other.

"Oh, for crying out--stay still, why don't you?!"

Storm Doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 FINALLY!! A DECENT ROLL!!

Oshari growls, fighting back a slew of curse words, and swings again.

Storm Doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 ughhhhh