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we're winning!, go Starfinders !!

Go Lamboni, Star-find-er !!

Radak takes in the scene, the other team starting to get a little frantic, nearly race time, i hope we have done enough

Seeing the racer and comparing what ratrod
okay one last effort hopefully we get lucky get some energy armour, tinfoil, mirror or something . and wades back in to the scrap head, briefly touching the icon of desna on his armour.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Radak drifts among the crowd, heading back towards the team to share what be has learned, as he goes along he keeps his eyes open for any bits of salvage that could help control the racer.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Radak racks his mind for some information on Ryphorian to try and find the right tack to take to try and win her over but his mind his blank.

dont have culture trained, so will take the better part of valour

then I will leave you to your preparations fellow warrior.

Radak gives a nod, and smile.

well i can't promise that but we can do our best.

Not wanting to look suspicious he slowly walks away aiming to talk with Nyizin.

diplomacy : 1d20 ⇒ 16

thanks for the roll over,this mission really doesnt suit radak.

Radak continues to smile as the gnome goes into far more technical detail than he could follow, when he gets a chance he speaks again.

very impressive, would you be interested in an alliance, bring ratrod down a peg or two?

diplomacy : 1d20 ⇒ 4

Radak speaks with lemgem. He hears ratrods words as he walks over he likes the attention and people thinking hes the best

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Hi its my first time at the races, can you tell me about your impressive machine.

He gives a big smile as the speaks to the gnome waving with his hand.

Radak takes in the sights and sounds of the racetrack, so different from the underdeveloped worlds he had spent most of the last decade on.

machines and people not great with either

sorry i'm not going to be much help with the racer. I'm going to have a walk around, as talking won't kill me, he gives Laboni a toothy grin, might kill you but not me.

going to talk with other racers, guessing diplomacy is right skill

diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Not wanting to crowd the creature he sees it is still agitated he moves slowly to try and block any escape route and follows basalts lead with hopfully soothing words.

don't worry friend we won't hurt you

athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

I think he would prefer we not break anymore of the ship, but if there was an emergency that needed it then think would be okay. he lightly taps the capsule but his attention is drawn more to the coral. What World are you from, could you be the one im looking for

survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

With the children gone Radak visibly relaxies, combat and kids, a mixture that never ends well. he gazes at the locked objects sweeping an arm at the capsules.

I wonder what stories are behind these and does anyone recognize "friends" description?

Children, we need to go softly then.

He moves into the room, knowing his size doesn't make for a calming image and not wanting to crowd the children, he goes past the children and stops at the barrel putting himself between the children and the west side door, alert for trouble.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Radak takes his hammer and clips it to his belt and taps it as he speaks

for close encounters, I prefer action to dramas. Swarm war 6 is my favorite.

He gives a grin that looks more like hes getting ready to bite and then shoulders his rifle as he moves to the door.

Radak, checks his rifle as the lift descends down the floors. Never assume a weapon is ready. If it's your life at stake make sure. His mother's words running through his mind, the familiar routine keeping him calm.

Work indeed, but what you you reckon is the cause. Sabotage or poor workmanship?

He keeps out of the way of his more mechanically minded comrades working on the door but ready to add his strength to push the door open if required.

strength: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

diplomancy: 1d20 ⇒ 13

He shakes his head.

"Heard of them, never listened to the music, but I agree on the wayfinders.

I want to be out in the vast as soon as I can, but I suppose this gives me a chance to learn about the station. I've not gotten out much. What should I know about the station?"

Radak walks past the hologram, giving it a nod as he passes.

"Greetings Guidance. "

He quickly swaps his cheek. I wander is this to id us when alive or when not enough of the corpse left to be sure who it is.

He opens his mouth slightly but decides best not to voice the thought aloud. He lays the back of his left hand on the glowing panel and then makes space for the next person.

Radak strides in not as broad as most vesk, but it's his armour that stands out most. Black with a starcape painted across it, with a symbol of desna on his left shoulder with a string of other colourful icons running down the left side. Catching the end of Ajatus's question.

"I hope so or we are all in the wrong place or could this be another test?"

He finds a place to stand facing the door, just in case. Lightly scratching some of the white scales on the side of his neck.