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"Nice to meet you Dr. Dov. Sounds like this team has a medic, so..." Halfway through her sentence, Sharmain is interrupted by a notification on her comm unit.

"Aaah, yes, looks like this is your party, Walter. I just received a call to elsewhere. Have fun." She sends a command to the lift and exits at the next stop.

"Greetings fellow Starfinders. My good friend, Walter, and I were together when we received a summons for an assignment. Unfortunately the delivery drone was glitching so it was unclear which of us it was meant for. I guess we'll find out."

Test post as Sharmain

There are no good options!, Sharmain thinks to herself, frustrated and scared for her teammates and the consequences of failure.

Well, here goes... The lashunta mystic utilizes her jumpjets to pop over the baggage carts where she can safely focus on the dwarf operative, once again channeling the power of the stars and asking Desna for guidance. Three bright shooting stars rocket toward their main foe.

Move from Haste, full attack shooting stars

SS1 force damage to Whitforge: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
SS2 force damage to Whitforge: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
SS3 force damage to Whitforge: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Aaagh! The dice!

The staff that is normally in Sharmain's hand was secured for easy access but she took out her static arc pistol when told to be ready for robots. She now regrets this decision.

Seeing how wounded her teammate is, Sharmain moves to their side to sprinkle some magic stardust to speed healing.

Mystic Cure L2: 3d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 5, 8) + 6 = 20

Sharmain moves to make sure none of her targets has cover. "Desna guide me!" "May stars light and Desna's blessing shape this force and guide it true."

Once she has her opponents in view and having asked for divine and galactic assistance, Sharmain sends a glowing, magical starknife, made entirely of force, hurtling toward the robots and their mistress.

ranged attack vs EAC Robot 2 (as instructed) +2 GE: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21 potential force damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 6) = 12
ranged attack vs EAC Whitforge: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 potential force damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
ranged attack vs EAC Robot 3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 potential force damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
ranged attack vs EAC Robot 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 potential force damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

Move and Cast hurl forcedisk

grumble, grumble, operatives!

Sharmain reluctantly but quickly moves closer to be in range of Whitforge while also gathering power and muttering a quick prayer to Desna.

A tiny sun appears above the traitorous operative (based on trick attack) providing a distraction (harrying fire) and shedding light in a 20-foot radius.

Cast wisp ally - duration 7 rounds

Sharmain looks on in awe, with a slight sense of pride, as Obo charges into the fray. I helped make that happen, she thinks to herself.

Sharmain secures her staff where she can easily reach it if necessary and readies her static arc pistol in preparation for robots.

She stands watch while allowing the experts the space they need to prepare to enter.

"Before anyone enters, please allow me to cast haste", she quietly communicates.

Haste the whole party unless anyone objects. Spell removed from count.

Sharmain turns the focus of her search to Jewel Whitforge, muttering about how the Society can not afford more of this.

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19

groan

Realizing that no one has examined the magic involved in this debacle, Sharmain reaches out to the stars, gathers her energy, and applies it to the evidence.
Mysticism: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

Well, OK. Perhaps she should have gone that route to start with.

Always trust the stars, everything begins and ends with them.

Sharmain examines all the files they have available, looking for links and clues.

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24

Sharmain heads to Datch's cell to check for any evidence. She is particularly looking at signs of complicity or forced removal. If there is time, while also making sure she rests to recover her breath (and stamina), she will check the rest of the cell block too.

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19

:-(

If possible, Sharmain would have asked Ixthia about protections against teleportation and other magic that should have been in place.

Sharmain provides a full report as objectively as possible while also checking new and old prisoners, plus team mates for injuries.

Sharmain scoots around the corner and closes the gap while ensuring her staff is charged. She releases a blast of cold toward the assassin.

shadowstaff ranged attack against EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 edit: plus 2 from get 'em for a total of 21
potential shadowstaff cold damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

STAY! Sharmain commands the prisoner as she exits the cell.

She peeks around the corner and flings more debris at the escaping assassin, demanding they STOP!
Telekinetic projectile attack + GE to KAC: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 2 = 28
Potential bludgeoning damage from telekinetic projectile: 1d6 ⇒ 1

I hope they at least have half as much headache as I do, she thinks to herself.

Sharmain urgently projects to her teammates, "There's at least one more of this group out there. Stay alert!"

She pops her head around the cell door, sees the enemy near some of the debris and decides to take advantage to bob them on the head, or at least distract them.

Telekinetic projectile attack to KAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Potential bludgeoning damage from telekinetic projectile: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Sharmain attempts to project soothing vibes telepathically, trying to calm the prisoner.

"We will keep you safe, my colleagues have eliminated one and have the other cornered. Did you see more than the two? Tell me what happened, we can stay safe in here for a moment longer but may need to move and check the safety of others. Are you injured at all?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

"I know it's terrifying, but you need to be ready to move," Sharmain responds with as much sincerity, strength, and support as she can muster.

Diplomacy DC 23: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Which is apparently not that much in the middle of life threatening antics.

Sharmain makes a quick dash into the cell with the prisoner. Keeping one eye on her cell mate and one looking for any movement from the hostiles, the mystic makes a quick assessment on the health and general state of the prisoner while talking to them in a reassuring but authoritative tone.

"We are here to protect you. Be ready to move with me when I indicate. Do you know who your attackers are and why they have gone to such extremes?"

Sharmain stifles a yelp, glares in the direction of her assailant and begins to channel the power of the stars. With all her will power she releases three shooting stars at the technomancer, knowing they will not be enough but limited in her options, fearful that this won't be the last fight she's in today.

shooting star 1 force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
shooting star 2 force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
shooting star 3 force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Sharmain leans out and quickly reassesses. Let's hope this does some good, she thinks to herself.

Summoning mystic power, she sends it out in a (30 foot) cone of force, blasting down the corridor and through open doors.

Cast Force Blast, DC 19 Reflex for half damage.

Force damage to each creature: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11
Potential bull rush: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21 (vs KAC+8 against each, if successful knock back 5 ft (plus 5 feet for every 5 exceeds success))

Carefully staying out of sight, taking only a quick peek around the corner, Sharmain move into position to either attempt to blast the combatants or rescue the prisoner.

"If you can lure them further down the corridor I will try to coax this prisoner out. If not, I'll try to blast them with force, so don't get too close", she projects to her team.

Sharmain times her move to try and avoid fire, dashing past and down the side toward the trapped prisoner.

double move

Sharmain moves closer and ducks into an open room. Her plan is still to try to rescue the prisoner once the attackers move.

Double move

Sharmain looks carefully at the two new figures, trying to identify anything useful about them.

"If any of you can get those two goons to move, I can try to coax the prisoner to safety" she transmits to her team.

Mystic Cure L2 for Obo: 3d8 + 6 ⇒ (2, 1, 5) + 6 = 14

Mystic Cure L1 for Sharmain: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Oof! Dicebot doesn't like us. Obo, do you have some serums of healing you can use as well?

Anyone need hit point healing?

Sharmain assesses her colleagues to determine where she should spend her energy or hand out serums of healing.

"Yes, please tell us more of this purple haired elf and the steward, or are they one and the same? Your cooperation at this point can only improve your situation."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Hopefully this conversation takes place as we escort them to secure cells. I suspect time is of the essence.

"Obo, my friend, you seem rather cranky, not without reason either. Would you like some healing?" Nodding at the cache, Sharmain adds, "It's pretty clear they had inside help, maybe a double cross though given the trouble they were having. I think we should move them to a secure location and check the rest of the place."

"I'm hoping the mention of a double cross softens them up a bit and encourages them to talk" she projects to the rest of the group.

Sharmain uses her jump jets to fly over, landing where she has clear aim at the nuar.

static arc pistol attack against EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
potential electric damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 non-lethal

"You really are being a bit bull headed. Just lay down your weapon, you silly cow." Frustration infuses every word from the lashunta mystic, quite unlike her usual demeanor.

"You really should surrender," Sharmain calls out to the nuar. "We don't want to hurt you but won't let you escape."

She then sends three shooting stars of force directly at the inmate.
shooting star 1 force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
shooting star 2 force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
shooting star 3 force damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Taking advantage of her hasted condition, Sharmain moves closer to the action but stays out of melee range.

If a full action shooting starts does not count as a full attack for haste, please move me back.

Sharmain once again gathers power before hurling a glowing starknife of pure force toward the barathu.

Cast Hurl Forcedisk
attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
potential force damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 1) = 12

Everyone in our party should have haste

Sharmain watches carefully and as soon as all of the team are in range casts haste on them. She remains prepared to move if needed to stay out of harms way and out of the way of others.

Sharmain carefully steps away from the massive troll and next to Pious. She reaches for the power of the stars to bolster her mind as she sends a spike of power to attempt to stop the threatening creature.

Daze Monster DC 19

"Get in range and I'll try to boost you with haste," Sharmain telepathically projects to the rest of the team.

Trying to get a sense of how far separated the two groups currently are.

I hesitate to put too much distance between us.

Also, are our comms still working?

Reflex DC 18: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Sharmain tries to dodge but is hit by several pieces of shrapnel and is noticeably bleeding.

Sharmain sees her team mates react to the slick floor, she pauses a moment to study the situation hoping to find a solution before gingerly following.

Physical Science: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Sharmain attempts to detect life signs through the smoke and dust, internally grumbling that "No-one listens when I tell them that the environment is dangerous, no. They only activate their suits properly when the big vesk says to do so. Hrmmpf."

Life Science: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

Sounds like Ashtin and Ishkitik render aid and the rest of us chase down escapees?

Sharmain would willingly stay to help the injured unless called by her team mates to be part of the pursuit. Definitely a dilemma as she also doesn't want to let a bunch of violent criminals cause more injury and havoc.

Staggering to her feet amongst the debris, Sharmain activates the team's comms channel, "Environmental seals advised. This dust won't be good for us and there could be worse." She then follows her own advice.

Sorry my absence was longer than expected.

Sharmain happily accepts being paired with Obo. She grips her staff tight, then relaxes a little as she nods in response to Obo's banter. "I don't think of myself as much of a chatterbox, though I guess I may prattle a bit when nervous."

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

When the blast hits, Sharmain tries to stabilize against a solid wall, she then activates a flashlight and checks around for injuries and hazards.

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26

My access to the internet will be spotty at best for the next 48 hours. I will try to check in at least once or twice a day, but don't hesitate to keep moving without me.

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"Have there been any rumours of unrest or any indications of trouble brewing? Any prisoners, or staff, that we should be particularly aware of, more than the others? Should they be needed, are there full medical supplies? battle supplies? other useful tools or such?"

"I am glad to hear that Ishkitok avoided the cyber-plague. It is so hard when those we care about are afflicted in any way."

A lanky lashunta looks up as Axtin speaks, still surreptitiously checking her equipment and supplies.

"Oh, welcome! Nice to meet you, too. I've been on a bit of a sabbatical as well and none of my gear feels right. I keep thinking I have likely forgotten the most basic and important stuff. Still, I'm sure we will muddle through just fine. I'm mostly here to support the team anyway.

"Would you like some soothing tea? I carry a flask with me for just such occasions. Oh, and I'm Sharmain. Like I said, a bit muddle headed at the moment. Maybe I should have brewed a clarity tea instead."

Sharmain pours a small portion of steaming liquid from a flask into a small cup and offers it to Axtin. A slightly sweet floral aroma drifts toward the shirren.

"Now, what can I remember about this meeting spot? It must be significant."

Culture to Recall Knowledge: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

"Oh, that's right, it's where we stashed that annoying ysoki!"

If others engage her in conversation, Sharmain will share all that she has recalled. (check the spoilers)