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"Can we go now? I'd like to leave."

"Just surrender already! I didn't sign up for this s+@$!"

Saffron pulls the trigger on the gun she was forced to carry.

Attack!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 Damage!: 1d6 ⇒ 1

sonovabeech...ow

Saffron takes in the scene before her realizing once again she has found herself in the midst of thuggery. Looking around, she thinks she can make it to the bar and take cover. It's a risk she must take.

move 30', take cover behind bar; if this is an action, cool; if not she will draw her pistol as her second action

Saffron returns to the first room to inspect the last unopened door, hoping it is an office with a safe....

fort save? Whoops!

Saffron's head perks up when she hears the commotion. Her fingers tap across her mobile computer pad. "Hee hee...."

She opens the other door in the hallway.

Saffron taps a few keys on her mobile. A satisfied smirk and a nod at her fellow starfinders follows. "I want to see what's behind the other doors in this hallway. After, let's go hit the dance floor; shall we?"

Saffron walks to the farthest door, peeking around the corner if the hallway turns.

"Ow! The hell?"

One more time...

Computers!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

I won’t say no to an assist or three!

Come on you bastard. Enough of this.

Computers!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Grrrrr. Come on you bastard. Enough of this.

Computers!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Let’s make this mobilfied.

Computers!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Come on you bastard. Enough of this.

Computers!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Saffron cracks her nuckles. ”Let's see what tasty morsels you have for me today...”

A wrist flick spits out a cable Saffron catches and plugs into the clubs port.

Computers!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Perception!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Music Snobbery!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Culture check to see if Saffron knows the band’s catalogue?

Saffron hustles forward before the guard realizes what just happened.

Saffron notices the commotion from the DJ booth, I totally should have pulled the damn fire alarm...

"Hey! Can you drop the lights and pump up the beat for me?"

Saffron, feeling the beat, sashays her way towards Slathalin and Curious. Stopping once she gets to within 30' of the dressing room door, Saffron casts psychokinetic hand and attempts to open the door behind the guard.

"Who would I talk to about getting a job?"

After a deep breath and heavy sigh, Saffron works up the courage to approach the DJ booth. Putting on her best smile for the DJ....

"Hey, I'm Saffron. What's it like spinning here? I'm a DJ myself and was thinking of returning home here to Verces and was wondering if this club was worth looking into. I'ver heard something about the owner, though. You know anything about him?"

Saffron facepalms when Damorisovitch stops talking.

"So, how do we want to handle this? Pull the fire alarm, wait for the stampede, and then try to thuggery our way into this guy's office?"

It is clear Saffron is not excited by her suggestion.

Culture: Recall Stuff!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"Why didn't you mention this in the first place? Android slavery? Alright. Let's do this."

”Great. More thuggery.”

727-703

"Ram that coil gun where the sun don't shine!"

Engineer action: Divert to Guns!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

All weapon damage rolls of 1 are as if a 2 was rolled

More cussing from engineering.

Engineering: Divert to Shields!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

7hp restored to shields, excess to front shields

The ysoki gangster rap cuts out as a string of Vercite profanity strong enough to make a dwarf blush before grinning with pride erupts from Engineering.

"M$$*$%*%@**~s! Stop shooting our ship! Sons of..."

Engineering: Divert to Shields!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

7hp restored to all shields; excess added to forward deflector shields

"Hey! Enough of that you rat bastards!" Saffron's visage hardens as her fingers fly across the keyboard. C'mon c'mon

Engineering: Divert to shields!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

I believe that should repair 7hp to our shields.

The great rumbling of bass and much shaking from Engineering intensifies.

just this week?

All, I am off to a badly needed extended weekend vacation. I am going to try and avoid the internets as much as possible.

Feel free to bot my actions for ship combat. Back on Tuesday.

We totally should have asked who the damn smugglers were.... son of beech.

Check to see if the phrase "Her humble grandchildren refers to something... divine maybe?

"HE DOESN'T LIKE BEING CALLED DAMO!"

You all manage to hear that over the ysoki gangster rap. Somehow.

Saffron makes a few quick taps on her computer, adjusts her ear buds and heads off towards engineering.

Finding a chair that almost looks clean, she plops down. Saffron pulls out her computer and plugs into the ships's mainframe.

Alright, Pegasus, let's see what tasty morsels you have hidden away. Hm. Monitor. Might as well watch a bit o' vidstream while I wait.

More finger taps and soon the screen crackles to life. Ooh! A cooking show! Sweet. Wait. Is that a livestream of the Akiton Aktion concert?! F%%# yeah!

A great rumbling of bass and much shaking with a young ysoki spitting fire on the mic rolls out from engineering.

I stand corrected.

“Knokke-Heist” in English is an awesome town name.

Saffron looks at eh rest of the group.

"Uh.... Science? Engineering?"

Wait, yer in The Netherlands; is there even a nowhere to be in the middle of?

Langzam hij leven!

"So I suppose we could help Lerecti with their problem? Part of the whole Great Struggle, right? I mean, I really do not like people who make coin off selling others, so I'm inclined to help."

Saffron makes a copy of the datapad for safe storage.

Saffron looks back and forth at her commrades. Slight bemusement betrays her attempt at being aloof.

I didn’t choose the thug life; the life chose me.

Shrugging her shoulders, Saffron sits down and digs out her computer. Wiggling her fingers, she wires the data pad to her machine. OK.... let’s see what tasty morsels you have inside.

Saffron will take 10 on her computer check at first; if this isn’t enough can I take 20, or will I need to roll? If I need to roll:

Computer Hacking!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 plus whatever bonus, if any, my tier 1 computer gives me

"Here, give me that. Let me take a look."

Computers!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Saffron stares at Marble and Damorisovitch, a look of horror mixed with ugly fascination.

"This... I don't know what this is, is dead! Self defense? Spoils of some dick measuring contest? The hell? This casual disregard for life is pretty f$&~ing disturbing."

Saffron emits a long sibilant sigh. Shaking her head, hands moving randomly, finally a look of resignation settles in.

"Fine. Can we go now, please?"

”Oh, now we’re just going to rob them? I guess I can add thuggery to the list of things they didn’t tell me about.”

Saffron stares wide eyed at her hands. Throwing her hands up in exasperation Saffron starts pacing around talking to herself.

"I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS S+$#!" See the galaxy, they said. Study ancient languages, they said. Meet interesting aliens, they said. THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT KILLING THEM!"

Saffron's eyes go wide as violence breaks out.

"What the f*#& is wrong with all of you? Wait, was that Akitonian I heard? Still, what the hell is going on?"

Panicked, Saffron fumbles for her pistol before deciding to just ray the lizard thing in the face.

Electric Energy Ray... TO THE FACE!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Damage!: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Stunned at her shocking use of violence, Saffron retreats behind Damorisovitch.

Please say hello to Sebastian and Virginia for me!

Saffron throws her hands up.