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Sturmvanger lends his aid in getting Jadnura back onto the ship. He takes a final look at the place before they leave.

Seggas arches an eyebrow at the thought for a moment, before nodding.

Seggas raises an eyebrow over the, frankly unusual excuse but says nothing. "Right, then let's get you out of here and back to Absalom Station before another entity tries to distract you."

Dayjob Profession (Genetic tester, INT): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Seggas, noting that there's another member of the party shooting acid, pushes out a need from a ring finger and injects Bii with something that causes the weapon to chitter in excitement for a moment. She raises her rifle and fires a shot, trying to recreate the shot she had last round. "Take this, tentacle thing!"

BioBolter ‘Bii’ (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Acid Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
If that hits, I'll add the updated Geneticist Inhibitor It sadly only adds 1 damage at this level but better than nothing.

I'm so sorry for the lack of posting. I hit a week where I was busy and stressed and the only game I was able to keep up with was a table of the special I'm running and then I just did not have the energy or headspace to get back to the boards. I should be okay from now for a bit, but I think I will need to cut back tables in the future as I was over the number I can handle when stressed. I'll read up on what is happening and get something posted ASAP.

How was living inside a star? Mizix asks Surmvanger as they move along. Obviously not a true star of course. But likely as close as any of us will ever reach while being able to come back and talk about it.

Seggas gives Mizix an odd look. "You can visit the Burning Archipelago if you're curious about that. I'm sure they have museums even."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Seggas loads up a small ringfinger worth of something into her biomass of a gun. She takes aim with the literal muzzle of the weapon and fires.

BioBolter ‘Bii’ (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Acid Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

However, trying to keep another ourburst of mad scientist mania under control, she twitches and the shot, with an AC degrading genetic strand in it flies into the back hole instead of the sun.

Seggas takes aim at the man very clearly ready to explode and fires another bolt of acid at him, this time loading a different ring finger's worth of liquid into the rifle.

BioBolter ‘Bii’ (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Acid Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"YOU WILL BE MY TEST SUBJECT!" She then wait to see if the man grows the 2 feet worth of antlers that that genetic compound should produce in a humanoid.

Not a biohack, just for flavor. Here's hoping he only has 15ish EAC

Seggas gives a wild, lilting, maniacal laugh as she raises a hand and a small syringe extends from her ring finger. With her other hand she pulls out a large biomass that slowly reforms into a bulging, pulsing, veiny approximation of a caustrolance. She injects her finger into a part of the gun and then takes a proper shooter stance with the butt of the gun against her shoulder. "Be a good girl Bii and peg that man with a good bolt of acid!"

BioBolter ‘Bii’ (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Acid Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
If that hits (and deals damage) then the target is also affected by a basic inhibitor for -2 AC

Seggas starts to give a hissing laugh as the initiate tries to intimidate the group and threatens to kill them. She glares at him directly. "Honey, ONE of my parents is already dead and the other you'd have to go to hell. And given how much of a deadbeat he is, I'd be glad you killed him! But you don't want to mess with me. I, by direct court order, cannot experiment on people without express, written, permission... or in self-defense. Threatening me would... make. my. day! Muahahaha!"

Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

...ahaha-*hack* *cough* *cough*"

She has a small coughing fit as she realizes her words were undercut. She instead pulls out her weapon as she moves to the north and causes the area around her to darken as she goes.
Move and Fiendish Gloom

Seggas, seemingly a little more confident in this situation than with the friendly Alsuka gives a small smile as she answers, "By birth, darkness."

She then stops to ponder what, exactly, the mystic is asking for. Her experiences? "I've traveled the timeline I traveled, I don't have better words for it. Seen a planet full of singing ponies. Been involved in a mass hacking of Absalom station. And helped a Dreamer of Livara to stop a disaster."

Culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 There's no way this relates to Artisistc Traditions or innovations right?

Seggas takes her time to enjoy the tea, trying to practice what she heard was the tea ceremony style of the kasathan with turning the bowl before drinking.
Sense Motive, don't think anyone made that DC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
She mostly stays silent, her occasionally overpowering social awkwardness rearing its head as she doesn't quite know how to respond to the delicate and elegant social situation and the very friendly woman. After a short moment, she sets down her cup and suggests, "There have been some reliable studies recently on how cedamron bark brewed in hot water can be good for most sentients to relax. It blends well with most other flavors and might be a good addition to your tea here... assuming that you are open to such a suggestion."

Medicine: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

She does pick up a box of tea on the way out, opting for a box of Duke Tan as Sturm seemed very happy to try it.

Seggas gives Sturm a raised eye as the dinner finishes.

On the way over to the Idari, Seggas hands out a series of waivers of liability to everyone but Sturm. "Right, due to certain ... uh.. reasons I need anyone who wants to benefit from my medical care to sign one of these. In effect you agree to not sue me over any complications that might happen due to unforseen circumstances. Of course, if there was clear negligence it doesn't cover that. Also you might be subject to light, exceedingly temporary, and purely cosmetic genetic testing."
This is Seggas' way of ensuring that you are okay with her using biohacker class features on your PC.

On the Idari she gives the group a look as they get into the Outlands Market. "There's a masterful genetics augmentations specialist here I've been DYING to meet. They might be the only people in the Pact Worlds to have the only genetic samples I need for a few projects I'm working on. I'll meet you back up here in an hour or so? If that works."

I made a few purchases, and am flavoring it as her getting them here. Seggas is picking up a Synaptic Symbiote mk 1 for Dex, an Applied Knowledge species graft and a Electrolocation species graft as well.

55 minutes later she shows up with a small scar on behind one ear and some modified boots, but otherwise seems rather unchanged. "Right, let's get to looking for this kasathan... Can't be too hard here right?"

I'm just worried about the veterinary dentistry. Somehow that really scares me :)

Oh don't worry! She's competent... but speaking of which, would you mind signing this waiver of liability? Just a formality, nothing to worry about.

So, Seggas and Sturm have a Partner Bond. It gives the two a telepathic link and we tend to make good use of that to talk to each other. I don't mind others reading the banter we put in spoilers, as long as it doesn't affect actions.

The other BIG thing it does is allow the two to act together on the higher Initiative. It's likely to be Seggas (who just took Improved Initiative) but in case the dice are capricious it could be Sturm as well.

As soon as she got the memo about where the meeting was going to be taking place, Seggas's eyes light up. She dragged both herself and Strum to a tailor to get proper outfits for the best kasathan cuisine, possibly period. "Sturm, I've had my name on the wait-list for this place since I was 18. The fact we get to go, much less together, AND not have to pay for it is a dream come true. We are doing this RIGHT."

She shows up to the place in a slim red dress with a balck and red shawl over her shoulders, the color complimenting the red in her eyes and red lipstick she chose for the meal. She sits down, brimming excitement barely under wraps as she waits for the meal. Throughout most of the meal she's in her own world, a low level hiss of pleasure radiating out from her verbally and mentally. It takes Sturm's strong mental bond and comment to break through her shell of pure bliss. She stops and blinks at everyone around the table, as if seeing them for the first time. "Huh, what?"

After a moment of what looks like Seggas nodding to a non-existant lecture, she looks back at her bonded companion and then the skittermander who was gracious enough to get them a spot here in the first place. "Right, go and try bring back the absent First Seeker... There are systems in place for a First Seeker to willingly abdicate power, right? This is only be attempted because it seems he still wanted to be First Seeker, or he hasn't properly completed the tasks to pass on power to the next person leaving a leadership vacuum that... First Seeker Elsebo can't fill? But, to be perfectly honest, I'd be willing to do just about anything for a meal at the Restaurant Lashav."

After a moment she realizes that almost no one at the table knows her name. "Ah, right, I'm Seggas Yakan, Doctor of *cough*Vetrinary*cough* Medicine and Doctor of Medical *cough*Dentistry. Feel free to call me Dr. Yakan or Mistress Seggas if you're feeling forward. I'll be keeping everyone here alive and as content as I can. Oh and, knowing how much he hates to introduce himself, the large golden dragonkin in the dapper evening coat is Strumvanger."

Heyoh! I decided to join up and brought a friend. I've been playing through the scoured stars scenarios with a solarion, but he's already in a different scoured stars game and thus I needed to bring someone else. But my biohacker, and the dragonkin soldier she's bonded to, were both free and looking for a game! She is level three I just need to level her up.

Profession Genetic tester: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Seggas waits for a few moments to let the final two have a say in the decision.

Seggas looks at the rest of the group and and asks, "Well I've got an idea, but before I unilaterally enact it, what do you think?"

She types up a single word message of Sentient and then sets up a script to automatically reply with any further messages with a standard 'please run any further communications to be run through sa soon to be specified lawyer.'

Finger hovering over the send button, she looks back at everyone. "This sound good?"

Seggas nods, "You should talk to someone who can negotiate properly with Manifold if there is ANY fear that they might try to restart your programming or remove your sentience. Elsewise they might not recognize you as a sentient being and still treat you as a simple container ship no matter how you proceed."

She pauses for a moment then adds, "We should warn Manifold, but I think after Avid is either en route to Abasalom or there already."

Seggas pauses for a moment and then asks, "Avid Dreamer, was there a program or file that changed or was added in your database when you started to become aware of being 'asleep but not dreaming?' If you shared that with AutoMaint 13 they might also wake up?"

Diplomacy, scenario bonus: 1d20 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (5) - 1 + 4 = 8

Seggas, despite talking all this time, is HORIBLE at diplomacy. I also thing Genetic Tester Profession wouldn't apply here either... Mysticism is untrained and she can't try checks for it then. Hrmm would Culture to provide examples of other machines that have gained sentience work?

Seggas pauses as she moves onto the bridge, she takes a moment to try using the diagnostics panel as she listens to Avid Dreamer's words.
Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

She is a bit too distracted by the conversation, and decides to let someone else have a crack at the panel as she shifts her focus over to that conversation.

"I can't answer whether AutoMaint 13 dreams or not. We haven't met them. You know them better. Do you think they dream? Have they ever said anything outside of the set communication standards?"

She pauses for a moment and then gives a small sigh, "To be perfectly honest, they might not dream. You mentioned a time when you were 'asleep, but not dreaming,' right? AutoMaint might be in their own state of asleep and not dreaming. Some machines don't dream, or think about themselves. They aren't built to."

She stops here for a moment to see how Avid responds to the idea before continuing.

Seggas pauses for a moment before commenting. "Avid, you're having issues with some of your systems, right? Automaint 13 is capable and good, but there are extremely skilled technicians at Absalom station who could probably fix you up right... or at least show how Automaint 13 could fix you correctly."

Seggas brings her gun up and fires at the last unit, while she shouts, "Avid Dreamer, please, we don't have to do this! If you power down the unit we can talk this through. We don't want to hurt you or your internal workings. We can get you help, AutoMaint 13 might be that, but I fear you need a proper AI psychologist. Preferably someone specialized in newly emerged AI. If you stop the unit, I promise we will put our own weapons down." She gives Istilnar a sharp look as if to say, 'if you even try to break these negotiations...'

BioBolter ‘Bii’ (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Acid Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Seggas gives a sigh as the two spellcasters go for the creature that the group could probably coax into not attacking with some food and space.

She raises her rifle and fires a shot at the blue colored robot.

BioBolter ‘Bii’ (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Acid Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Nope no YA novelist profession here and sadly my holonovelist is out of level range

Seggas gives a sigh and then looks at everyone else. "Someone want to explain the nuts and the bolts to them? Or should I? They are latching onto AutoMaint 13 hard and we cen't even know if the AutoMaint is even sentient enough to reciprocate."

The fact that the crate carrying the creature has an aeon stone that negates the need for breathing instead of the one that negates the need for food and water is perplexing given how one of the knowledge checks acknowledges the thing has little Ned for an atmosphere in the first place.

Life Sciences: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 -5 to the DC is it's to identify consumables, such as food, drinks, serums, poisons, etc.

Seggas's eyes go wide as she looks at the crate on the ground. "This crate was designed to hold a living creature in stasis, with out need for water, food and air as the iridescent spindle aeon stone here and that broken clear spindle aeon stone suggest. The process tends to leave a creature disorientated and famished, meaning it could be treatened or motivated enough to attack us. Also from the looks of the design of the crate, the animal inside needed little to no oxygen and can survive extreme tempuratures readily. That growling from earlier might actually be a live animal."

Sturm's Partner bond (I think that's the name) allows them to share the faster initiative between the two of them. In this case Sturm shares Seggas's initiative. It might be reversed at some point too, though.

Seggas gives the romance novel on the database a disparaging frown, but then tries to surruptitiously download it when noone is looking.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

She ponders the novel for a moment before a stark realization strikes across her face. She glances at Sturm and then sends everyone a message.

Seggas trains her aim up at the drone in the rafters and tries to take a shot, moving forward as she does to draw the drone's fire.

"Oi! Over here! I'm a nice easy target all out on my own! Fire on me!"

BioBolter Bii (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Acid Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Seggas has 5 fire resistance, she should be okay for damage. I swear this has saved her so much damage at low levels. Also she and Sturm share the faster initiative, so he should be up too.

Seggas frowns as the laser flashes across her skin and deflects off of a few scale like growths just under her skin and seems to leave her unscathed. She growls and pulls out a blob of biomass that quickly unfolds itself into a longarm shaped gun, she aims it at the robot that shot her and fires it in retaliation. "I'll take days to heal that skin back! Geez, I hate getting hit by weak lasers!"

BioBolter ‘Bii’ (Castrolance) vs EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Acid Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Seggas gives a huff as she looks at the logs. "See this is one of the reasons I don't use machines as much as I can. My creations won't possibly randomly become sentient and self-aware and have a crisis of faith about it, they are already sentient and (after having reached maturity) can choose their own fate. Cuts out a whole mess of problems."

She frowns and then looks at her datapad for a few moments. "I have a psychologist I sometimes use when my pretties have issues... But she is sleeping at the moment, and can only help those willing to take the help."

"Anyways lets get to the bridge and see if we can't actually have a talk with the ship."

Seggas walks through the corridors of the building with an eye on the walls and her ears open.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Her eyes widen for a moment as she quickly picks up a faint noise with her sensitive tiefling ears (that may or may not have been modified with other genetics, a bio-engineer has to keep some secrets.)
She glances at Sturm as she types out and sends everyone a message on their comms. <<There is something else alive in the ship. I believe I just heard some faint growling. We should be on the look out for a live creature.>>

She falls in behind Sturm before seeing the computer console that now seems to be fully powered up from his and Bonkers' efforts. The biohacker moves up to the console and starts to mess with it for a few moments, seeing if she can't access the bridge controls from here instead of making yet another trip to a different part of the ship.
Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"Dang this doesn't work as well as I had hoped it would!"

Seggas pulls up the schematics for the ship on her data pad and then adds a few markers for important places, primarily where they are currently, the repair bay, the engineering bay and the bridge.

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

She then marks out the best paths to take between each of the locations with meticulous notes on how to skirt around possible road blocks, she then finally sends a copy of the map to everyone's personal comms.

"Right, everyone should have a copy of how to navigate the ship, just in case you get lost or separated. There might be an unknown amounts of damage that might make some pathways impossible to access. Be careful."

Seggas pulls up the audio file of the response from the Manifold Industries to her inquiry about helping the ship and plays it for the disembodied voice. "We've tried to tell you multiple times now, but we DID contact Manifold Industries before we tried docking."

So sorry for not posting for a while. Life has been busy recently. I'm moving from all of the schools I teach at and my base school closed down so I was running around helping them clean-up, move things around and get rid of unnecessary things or stuff with personally identifiable information. It's sapped my energy and time. Things will be settling down next week, and I should be able to post more regularly.

But also please feel free to bot Seggas as soon as she is the one holding things up! Simply firing a gun works just fine.

Seggas pulls out her data pad with the response from the Manifold Industry's rep. "We obtained permission to render aid as well. Please recognize we are here to help ensure that any problems that this ship is encountering are resolved with out issue."

Given it had enough air to liberally send jets of it out at possible intruders, I doubt it doesn't have enough air sound conduction. I wonder if it's less an air composition and more of a temperature issue? That is a massive part of life support too.

Seggas, unable to do much to help Keskada as she gets blasted back from the entrance, prepares to help her afterwards if she gets hurt further.

The biohacker instead moves up and tosses a small ball of biomatter on the trap, hating that she has to Cuttsy in such an aggressive way. "Come on Cuttsy! Know this isn't the normal sheet metal I have you cut for me, but this trap needs to be disabled."

Engineering, DC 16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Seggas got an untrained 3 if that works?

Bonkers spends his time int he way he usually does. He transforms a small area into a lab and does small experiments designed to finish in the expected flight time.

This time it's a short experiment, something fun. He is modifying some bioluminescent algae from Verces. He hopes to be able to use the small colony as a disco ball of multiple colors.
If Saggas (or really anyone else) shows any interest he is more than happy to discuss the project.
"Sometimes science can just be fun, you know?"

Seggas, an hour later, shakily walking about and still shedding a few blood red scales, pokes her head into the lab and pauses, eyes wide, as she notes the glowing ball of algae. "That is glorious! Did you make it yourself? Where did you find the genes for that? Do you need help?" She then pulls out a bottle of half filled lavender liquid, "Also you want a tipple of synthol?"

Liilywind stops mid-rep and jumps over to her rifle. She hears Seggas' voice before she retrieves it and relaxes just a little. She walks over to the door and touches the panel to see the face of the tiefling, "Gre-greeting Seggas. You are welcome into my quarters."

She leads Seggas in and turns down the lighting feeling that the level was silly. "I am curious about this synthol. I've never had it." She produces some standard issue mugs and summons a table from the wall. Sitting down, she smooths out her antennae and continues, "I am not upset, I just can't abide by rudeness and the only shadows I have met, I've had to shoot at so this is a whole new experience for me. What is your take on..." and she glances at her datapad, "this Istilnar, assuming that is it's name as it has not identified itself? It just lurks over your shoulder like a black cloud."

Seggas hisses for a second at the sudden, nearly blinding light in the room until Liilywind drops the level to a more normal amount. She shakes her dazzled eyes for a second. Before pulling out a bottle of lavender liquid. "I grabbed a bottle of the Ring's finest Plum Synthol, in my opinion. Salvation Sally's Plum Potpourri, it sounds fancy but, despite being extremely smooth, it will very likely have you inebriated in half a glass. I got it to celebrate a mission well done, but you seem to have need."

She pours a small amount out for Liilywind, so she can try it before moving onto the topic of conversation. "One thing I've learned from life, before and after being a Starfinder, is to not let people's actions and thoughts get to you. If they condemn you for your heritage, they probably weren't worth being around to begin with. If they're insufferable rude, then you need not pay them any mind. Istlinar, assuming he gave a valid name for the Starfinder records, seems the withdrawn type, the kind to keep to himself. I have a feeling if you leave him alone like you leave your own shadow alone I doubt he'd be a problem. And if he does become aggressive or abusive, then I bet most of the crew would be there for you."

"Also, another thing to keep in mind, what one person or culture considers to be rude, bad manners or even unacceptable, might not be the same for another person or culture. But if you want some advice on what to for right now, getting distracted and trying something new and liberating would be a great idea..." She takes a moment to take off her shoes and socks, and watches as her toes slow grow webbing. "One final thing about this synthol, it's really really good at hiding the taste of my retroviruses! We can test what it's like to have a mermaid tail together! I've even set up the recroom to simulate what it's like underwater on Kahlo if you want to try swimming. Just make sure to fill out the questionnaire I sent you!"

Seggas rolls her eyes at Sturm and gives him a Look.

She then leaves the bridge and follows Liilywind to her rooms. After a few moments she knocks on the door. "I saw you got upset back on the bridge. You want to talk about it? I've got synthol!"

Seggas pauses for a second, "Let's see if we get a response from Manifold first. Then we can go in... how long is that going to take, by the way? And ideas?"

Seggas pauses for a moment before looking up at the rest of the crew. "The most common and legally recommended course of action here is to try and contact the company that owns an automated shipping vehicle. We should send a message to Manifold Industries and see if they have any thing to warn us about possible hazards or hazardous materials that could be on board before we start to willy-nilly board the ship."

She opens the comms channels and with a quick contact look up shoots off a message to the Manifold Industries Automated Shipping Department with the re-encrypted data attached.

Pure roleplay

"Before we continue," she touches he datapad and Seggas gets a message, "I am consenting to your biiological treatments. I only ask that any material you collect from me is not perverted in anyway. We kiirinta normally do not partake in such things."

Seggas nods, "I understand. I would not dream... Well I might daydream about what I could do, but I would never intentionally pervert the traditions or believes of a culture or person. I'll make sure to only study and learn from any data I collect; however, I might try to recreate from scratch, certain forms or structures I find, if that is acceptable."

She then pulls out a small needle and with a smile that looks a little too malicious asks, "Now about that mermaid tail..."

Seggas attunes Bonkers and Sturm (and anyone else who signs her waiver) to her micro lab, that oddly enough seems to be integrated to her spinal cord with an access point at the base of the neck and lines out to her finger tips. Over the course of the mission, she performs quite a few experiments on Sturm, a few lesser ones on Bonkers (the most notable being making him grow scales like Sturm but in vantablack making the ysoki practically disappear.) Similar question as Bonkers, if yon don't want Seggas to attune and be able to auto biohack/apply serums from a distance, let me know. You don't have to sign the waiver

When the message comes in she is still trying to convince Liilywind that she should allow Seggas to give her an appropriately sized mermaid tail for a moment. "It'd be temporary and my best friend loves the one whe has! Trust me, I think you'd like it!" She perks up at the notification, but accidentally gets a Sturm-furball to the face and throat and has to spend a few moments getting rid of the fuzz. "Definitely NOT trying this one again!"

Culture, maritime laws in space?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 a - 5 to the DC if this somehow ties into an artistic tradition