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Thanks! Looks good!

No puchases. No real money, and nothing planned. Thanks though!

Quentin smiles at Rally, then offers his hand to shake. "It has certainly been exciting. And not at all what I expected. And though I can sense I'm coming in late to something big, I'm going to have to think about just how curious I want to be. That said, you guys were fantastic. Thank you."

Thanks folks, and thank you Cwethan for running an excellent game!

How big is the plinth? That's where the offerings would go, right? Is it big enough to put, say, a Datch-sized creature on it?

"Maybe, and I know this is a bit of a stretch here, we should put some of the files on the plinth? A proposition of secrets, maybe?" Quentin asks, and then opts to try just that.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
"Good thinking," Quentin agrees, looking around for tricks and traps.

His search is cursory at best, as if he's actually hoping to not find anything.

Quentin grabs a couple files, and then makes for the exit at the end of the hallway. He keeps his pistol pointed at Datch, urging their prisoner forward. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of here."
I'm not against exploring south, but if the door at the end of the hallway isn't shielded Quentin will prefer getting out here.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Crouched down by the corpse of the assassin, Quentin is momentarily surprised by a discovery. "Team, I found a hidden subdermal graft just above Iroiveth's right hand. It's a variant of the current Starfinder insignia that many agents bear for identification, one that hasn't been used for at least a hundred years though. I wonder what that's all about?"

He then looks over the papers. "I'm guessing we don't have time to take the files, right?"

"Nice work! Keep it up," Quentin encourages the team some more.
Get Em for hopefully the final round. +1 to hit for everyone.

Laser pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"That's it, keep at her! She's soon to be on the ropes I think!" Quentin encourages the crew to once again Get Em(tm).
+1 to hit for everyone against Iroiveth

He keeps the pressure on too, firing from his pistol once more.
Laser pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 = 17
Damage (fire): 1d4 ⇒ 2

And a Get Em you shall receive!

"Well that's a twist I'm sure none of us saw coming," Quentin quips, pointing his pistol at the Iroiveth. "Starfinders, get em!"

Laser pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 = 24
Fire damage: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3 plus 1d4 burn

Quentin perks up at the sound of doors opening. "I'm all for exploring, but we need to get out of here with our prisoner. It seems like the others are making great progress, so let's forge ahead now. Yes?"

Proposing that we move along the southern corridor, up to the central room, and then west along the middle corridor. Curious about the middle chamber

Ouch. Definitely spending the Resolve.

Quentin moves up towards the intersection, to see if the doors are still warded.

Forward please!

"That's it, keep it up! Get em!"
+1 to hit for everyone against the robot

Laser pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Quentin rushes in, getting behind Rally as he does so. With a gesture at the droid he shouts, "Ok team, get it!"

+1 to hit for everyone

That's appreciated. I'll do my part :)

Honestly, with a table of 4 it's hard when 2 of the people are hanging back to make it fun for the others. I know replays and GMing give prior knowledge, but I personally have more fun when everyone is pushing without letting their knowledge get in the way.

It's less fun for me to be directing other PCs. But I will try and make more decisions for the group (which is why I suggested opening the door that turned out to lead to the vacuum of space!)

I can push more. Quentin is kinda the squishy sort, and I (as a player) am probably the least familiar with the Starfinder narrative, but I will give it a go

"That one," Quentin says with unfounded conviction as he points to the northern door near the statue.

Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

"Stars above, this is not what I signed up for. I don't know what all.. nevermind, that's irrelevant."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"Is this really necessary, Datch?"

I thought I saw an AoO? If so, here it is.
AoO: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 4 = 14
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2

"I think I hit it? Wait, let me try that again..."
Laser Pew!: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 + 4 = 10
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

"Wait, no. That's not right."
DIIIICE!!

Good idea, and thanks for the bot. I had... a day.

"Wait! I'm not sure how these controls work. I think it's..."
Shoot: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12

So... this is the part of Starfinder that I'm shaky at. My plan is to, pretty much always, encourage Charlie while he's our Gunner. And since I think the check is either a DC 10 using Piloting ranks/BAB + Dex OR a DC 15 using Diplomacy... I'll try and use the same skill since it's a little bit better.

Encourange (Piloting) for Charlie: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4 Yeesh
"C'mon Charlie! All you gotta do is make 'pew pew pew' noises at them! Right?"

"I'd take the jungle, thanks. At least then our foe wasn't trying to kill us!"

Quentin stows his weapon and works to climb up onto the conveyor belt...
Athletics: 1d20 ⇒ 1
I'm guessing that he falls here?

"Well now... Seems pretty clear what's going on here! Focus fire, guys! The one on the left, get 'em!" Quentin says, pointing at the drone. Get 'em on Red

Following through on his own words, he fires is laser pistol!
Azimuth Laser Pistol vs Red: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 = 20
Damage (Fire): 1d4 ⇒ 2

I can't see Charlie on the map. I tried refreshing too. Guessing he's adjacent to red.

Ah, then Quentin is going to change his action as he is acutely aware of how unsavvy he is with tech.

Realizing that he hasn't even a remote idea of what to do with the console, he panics and says, "I, uhhh, don't know how to work this. Can someone do it?"

He then moves aside and draws his pistol out of its holster.
That should still keep me within the two move actions

Perception (DC 15): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Perception (DC 24): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

"They're building, not recycling bots! This is bad news. But... I think I can reverse the conveyor belt using that console."

Quentin hustles over to one of the consoles and looks to do exactly that.
I'm assuming you don't need a check?

"Nicely done," Quentin says, then makes an attempt at climbing over. "Slow and steady now..."
I'm guessing we can take 20 now? If not, here's a roll.
Athletics: 1d20 ⇒ 12

"Anyone have a tool to cut a hole in the fence? It'll take me forever to climb over. I mean, I can try, but..."

Quentin ponders the problem. "I know it might be a bit brute force, but can you just shoot the panel? I've heard a story about a famous smugglers that flies a weird, disc-shaped ship that regularly shot control panels to gain access to secured areas. Not that this is some weird piece of fiction that we're living, but... maybe it'll work?"

Quentin looks over at Rally. "Any ideas? I, for one, could do without being electrocuted."

Yup, I'm game

Quentin steps back to the group, catching the tail end of the conversation. "I think we can expose her. And I'm willing to bet that exposure could get you your ship back. So... consider this an investment in yourself."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Help please!

I may have made a horrible mistake here...

"Is that all?" Quentin smirks, fully aware that the amount is waaay more than they have. Counting on the group, and the tip they have on cheating, He does his best to ooze 'confident CEO'. "What are we playing?"

Rally wouldn't have much trouble finding a flurry of
articles from two years ago. Headlines with 'New Wonder Drug with Disastrous Side Effects', 'Clinical Trials Should Catch This: Kintan Pharmaceutical Fails its Stakeholders', 'Genetic Correction in Medicine - Where are the Ethics Watchdogs?'. The last article is simply titled, 'Kintan CEO Steps Down'.

Quentin nods, comfortable around all the creature comforts. "It's okay Rally, I can make my own." He pulls a small bottle with a brown liquid in it, a can with a dark, syrupy and fizzy liquid, and pours both into a short glass with ice.

To the verthani man he says, "Do you have Denanne's schedule? Will she be back soon, or is she in a game right now?"

Oooo fancy!

Quentin sighs, then slides 10 credits into the slot. "What do you know?"
Hopefully that's enough, as it's all the credits I have!

Quentin eyes the halfling, trying to get a read on whether he's being taken for a ride or not.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

BEFORE
Used to leadership, Quentin finds himself sitting in the captain's chair on the bridge of the Pegasus. He spends a good portion of the first day learning the controls though, as he's more accustomed to having a pilot fly ships for him.

When Rally comes by looking for an interview with the former CEO, he declines. "No offence, but if the press didn't want my side of the story before, I doubt anyone wants to hear it now."

NOW
Quentin collects his credits and, when accosted by Bert, says, "We're looking for a specific person at a game. A friend of ours named Drennnae Karrsi. I'm betting you know them... Hah, 'betting'!" He says the last bit with a friendly smile.

Are we flying our own ship, or is this a passenger transport situation? Will happily drop a flashback based on that

"I'm going to assume that this archdirector isn't ursine in shape? And this isn't how I've handled most negotiations, but I regretfully can't say that this is the first time I've handled an executive meeting in a casino. At least it's not a brothel," Quentin makes a face, clearly recalling an unpleasant memory.

"Is Karrsi any good at gambling? Is there a game of choice that we should veer towards? Something where the odds can be in our favour?"

"Exactly as Rally said, Archdirector. It's not just a question of a desire to stay the course, but also many people, including us, feel that Iseki-Okaibo is the right choice. So we hope you are taking that into consideration."
Diplomacy (Aid Another): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

He then walks over to Archdirector Suzi, carefully following the route Charlie took. "That was incredible, Archdirector. You're a veritable wrecking crew. I hope that was as much fun for you as it was terrifying for me. And I admit I'd like to make the same ask of you regarding company leadership. Iseki-Okaibo is the right leader, and we hope you'll continue to support them."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
I'm not sure if Suzi is even willing to consider this (or is in a condition to talk), but if so I would like to use my reroll here...
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Quentin holds back his frustrations and, like a good CEO, keeps up a positive face. "Ignore the chatter! We've got 'er!"
Keeping Get 'Em up

Aiming his weapon to compensate for the poorly calibrated sights, he once more fires upon Suzi.
Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"She's on the ropes guys! Get 'er!" Quentin calls to the others. He takes a shot that he hopes will finally connect...
Laser pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11

He is now suspecting his pistol needs recalibration.

Quentin gulps, starting to feel like they may have bitten off more than they can chew. Still, he's hopeful when Charlie lands a blow. "See? We got this, keep at it!"
Renewing Get 'em

He then takes a deep breath, aims, and fires!
Laser pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Quentin curses, setting aside plans to use a grenade. "C'mon folks, you can do it! Get 'em!"
Until the start of your next turn, you and your allies gain a +1 morale bonus to attack rolls made against Suzi

He follows that encouragement with a shot from his pistol.
Laser pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

He is not used to firing a weapon.

"Ok team, go get 'em!" Quentin encourages the team into action, pointing towards Suzi. He then rushes forward to take some cover.
Until the start of your next turn, you and your allies gain a +1 morale bonus to attack rolls made against Suzi

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

I'm not sure, narratively speaking, how common knowledge that vote is. Going to assume it's at least a rumour that people in "R&D" might pick up.

"Right? It's lunacy," Quentin agrees. "Think we should team up? Charlie here has been practicing for weeks, and Rally plays in a weekly league. They're good, which is why Pam and I have been sticking close. Interested in turning the accounting tide?"