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"Nice move, Swizzers! We've got you!" Mavasi encourages the Steward.
She attempts to dodge the falling shards.
"Focus on that last one and let's get out of here!" she adds after the dust settles.
"You're carving through them, Altronus. Keep it up!," Navasi calls encouragement to her ally.
Navasi gratefully accepts the performance supplement from D'zyliit. Drawing a deep steadying breath, she rolls her shoulders and pushes against the obelisk with all the strength she can muster.
Navasi approaches the water obelisk with respectful caution. "Well, hello there," she begins, taking a closer look at the obelisk. "You're just beautiful, aren't you? Tell me - what secrets are you hiding? Help me to understand you better."
"You're doing great, Swizzers," Navasi encourages her companion. "One more pass - follow me, nice and steady, now.. "
"You've got nothing to worry about, D," Navasi laughs as she repsonds to the shirren over comms. "Swizzers and I have it covered." She whistles appreciatively. "You just keep doing what you're doing!"
Following on Blinky's heels, Navasi pauses at the top if the stairs while the uplifted koala deals with the trap. Levelling her pistol toward the robots, she carefully selects her target. "There. That one," she says. "Focus on the front one to the right!" she calls to her companions before loosing a blast at blue.
"Good idea. Let's find out what exactly they've been up to here."
"Great teamwork!" Navasi calls as the first guardian falls. "Now, get the other one!" Moving into a better position beside Blinky, she fires her pistol at red.
"That's it, Blinky!" Navasi calls encouragement as the uplifted koala pounds his opponent. "Again, just like the last one." Moving forward, she draws her pistol, as she finds a better line of sight. "Everyone, help Blinky! Shoot this one!" she instructs her companions as she looses a blast of bitter cold toward black.
"Keep it up, Blinky!" Navasi calls to her companion. "We've got your back!" "C'mon, everyone, let's get in there and take out that shadowy one!"
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Navasi berates herself after being spotted by a patrol. Rookie mistake! Focus on what you're doing, Navasi. Taking a moment to collect herself, she sets out for some further skulking.
Having had better results with her earlier skulking, Navasi creeps about, hunting for more Intel.
Nabasi surveys the scene from the group's new vantage point. Determining their current position and the orientation of important targets, she uses her experience with interpreting maps and calculating complex route vectors to determine the optimal coordinates for the support strike.
Having avoided detection so far, Navasi attempts to help locate means of access and signs of troop movements.
"Nice teamwork, everyone," Navasi says. "I'm going to look for the safest way through." "Keep low and watch your step," she instructs. "Step where I step."
Navasi continues to follow Officer Swizzers. Seeing the obelisk, she asks, "What have you found here?"
Her pistol trained on the obscuring smoke, Navasi slowly falls back with Swizzers.
For what it's worth, I'm all good to go with the bury them/run away and leave plan.
Grateful for her armour's environmental protections, Navasi carefully navigates through the haze of smoke to rejoin her companions.
Navasi blasts her plasma pistol toward the approaching swarm , before heeding Altronus' warning and falling back deeper into a near by cavern.
Following in Altronus' wake, Navasi also takes advantage of her stealthiness, firing a blast of her pistol at the creature .
"Here! Get this one!" Navasi alerts her companions, firing again.
She draws her other pistol in her off hand.
"Got it," Navasi says, surveying the ice cave. Drawing her plasma pistol, she carefully follows Altronus' lead.
Navasi helps sort through the fragmwnts of chipped stone.
Spotting the apparitions beyond the door moving to hostilities, she tries to deescalate the situation. Raising her hands, palms out - one toward the apparitions, the other toward her crew - she she attempts to keep her movements and voice calm. "Easy there. We're not here to harm you. We're Starfinders, come to help you and find out what happened here."
Navasi watches on, alert for any complications.
Heads Up: (Ex) When Navasi succeeds at a Perception check, she can signal an ally within 60 feet as a reaction so that ally can act as if he also succeeded at the Perception check.
"Ghost," Navasi says in a told-you-so manner. Taking in the scene in the engine bay, she breaths a Kasathan blessing for the fallen mechanic. "I wonder, friend - were you trying to repair the door, or seal it closed?" she asks gently. Walking over to a nearby console, she touches a finger to the surface, running it over the gunfire damage. "And where did you come from?" she wonders, turning to inspect the similar damage on the wall. "Not blades, like the grioths. Those defending the ship or other attackers?" Joining the doctor by the lock to the cockpit, Navasi offers her expertise. "I saw a similar set up back when... in the day," she says, over the various alarms. "Mind if I take a look?"
Upon hearing of the Wisdom's Grasp's battle-free condition, Navasi glances at her companions, apprehensive. "From my experience boarding abandoned vessels that are inexplicably sound, it doesn't take long to find the explicable reason behind its abandonment," she says. "Ghosts, usually," she adds with a grimace. Reaching the planet's surface, she arches a brow, watching as Blinky takes charge, issuing instructions before personally taking the lead in accessing the airlock. How very interesting, she muses. A small half-smile on her lips, she follows her companions' expample, activating her environmental seals and drawing her pistol. Nodding at Swizzer's warning, she warily advances with the crew. "Trap?" she asks when the doors around them slam shut. Calmly, she joins Blinky in his survey of the area, before inspecting the doors.
In a nearby chair, a purple-haired human woman reclines leisurely, a leg draped casually over one of its arms. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor, if you keep doing that," she remarks to the shirren, her miss-matched eyes sparkling mischievously while her mouth slips into a crooked half-smile.
Unfortunately, Chk'tarlsh didn't wrap up his current mission in time for Game Day. So I'll be bringing Navasi along for the ride instead.
Navasi blinked. It felt like her head was packed with insu-foam. The glimmer of residual elevator rainbow still sparkled at the edges of her vision. Her thoughts were... syrupy. "Keep the giant pinned in there!" she called to her companions, firing a round of her pistol.
Navasi snorted in amusement. "I was thinking more along the lines of 'How many Starfinders does it take operate an elevator?'" she murmured. She glanced furtively to the side and, laughing, lunged across to press a random button of her own.
The summary was really helpful, thanks. It can be hard to keep things straight as time goes on, over multiple quests... especially if you're playing several games simultaneously. A great help to check our bearings and adjust course!
Navasi holstered her pistol and slowly walked toward the goblins, hands out before her to show her empty palms "We're not going to hurt you," she said gently. She stopped a short distance from the goblins and crouched, as though speaking with a child. "You saw that we offered the same chance to your friends..." she said, shaking her head sadly. "But they wouldn't listen and kept on fighting. And died." "But you seem like good listeners," Navasi continued, nodding. "Smart. I bet you know everything there is to know about this place..."
"And that's how it's done," Navasi stated, lifting her pistol and casually blowing on the barrel. "Keep it up, everyone!" she encouraged her crew mates before firing again herself.
Navasi sighed dramatically. "Have it your way," she said before firing a round at the bully.
"Let's finish this and get on with the real business at hand!" she directed her crew.
"The game's up. Throw down your weapon and you might just live," Navasi calls to the bully, her pistol still pointed in his direction.
The vehemence in the goblin's words turned her stomach. "It won't be me but your own words you'll be eating!" Navasi called back, putting on a brave face. "You best watch out, you're about to take a beating!"
To emphasise the point, she fires her pistol at the orange bully.
Crouching low, Navasi skirts around the debris, keeping her head down as she finds cover behind a piece of salvage a short distance behind Iseph.
"Tryin' to pin us in, huh?" Navasi says, as the goblin vessels close fore and aft. "Try this on for size!" Keeping the engines at full, she heads straight for the red goblin ship, pulling out and away at the last moment to open firing lanes for the gunners, before maintaining speed to put some distance between the enemy vessels and the Alcyone.
"Why you, sneaky little...!" Navasi exclaims as the goblin pilot gets the better of her. She swings the the ship away before bringing it back around on the same heading, trying to keep some distance between the Alycone and the goblin vessels.
"I'm still here, Dwinite," Navasi calls from the pilot's chair. "Just relishing the moment being 'back on the tools' as they say!" She adjusts course in reaction to the goblin vessel, and attempts some fancy flying to keep out of the reach of the tractor beam.
Navasi nodded in approval as the crew efficiently dispersed to their stations at the sound of the alarm. Rising from the Captain's chair, she calmly crossed the Bridge to the helm, sliding in behind the pilot's controls. "Now, let's see just what you can do, girl," she said to the Alycone, gently easing the ship forward as she adjusted course.
Navasi glanced over at Obozaya while Velloro spoke with Livewire and gave the vesk a reassuring wink.
"Sounds like that Borgor was a real piece of work," Navasi chimed in. "Got what he deserved. Probably better than he deserved." She shook her head, smiling wryly. "Worked for more than a few sods like that myself. And got myself into more bad spots helping a mate than I care to admit. And don't get me started on my list of last big scores..." She rolled her eyes in self-deprecation. Navasi paused, her expression turning serious. "I'm sorry about Bago," she said softly. "If our investigation on the moon turns up anything on Bago, we'll get it to you." Navasi chuckled as Livewire named her price. "Understandable, understandable. We had noticed the subtle bouquet. We'll see what we can scrounge up for you. And, if you help us with that moon, we'll look out for your tool harness... And Bago."
"Roger that, Varos Control. Alcyone standing by for further instructions." "Thank you for the warm welcome, Warden," Navasi replied to the eager Warden. "I will ensure my crew comply with your requests. You'll have no trouble. I assure you, we are very interested in the betterment of society. See you planetside." Navasi leaves her prohibited items onboard the ship.
A friendly smile fixed in place, Navasi samples the questionable fare.
"Mmm, that's unlike anything I've ever tasted before," she says. "Surprisingly refreshing." "Due to legal reasons, I can't delve into the specifics - as I'm sure you can appreciate," Navasi begins her recount to the Warden. "One case that comes to mind involved learning of a plot to hijack a medical supply shipment. Fortunately, my partner..." Her voice quavers slightly and catches. Clearing her throat, she continues, mostly regaining her composure. " My partner and I were able to intervene and thwarted the criminals before they could launch their attack." Navasi listens as the Warden speaks, nodding along to the key points of the barathu's speech. "Absolutely, Warden," she begins. "We understand the need for rules and regulations in maintaining a well-run facility such as this and ensuring the safety of those in your care. Our humble benefactor would never ask anything that would place you or your changes at risk. My entire crew and our noble patron are philanthropists at heart and solely seek to improve the situation of any being in need." "Please accept this donation on behalf of our benefactor." She transfers 500 credits. "Perhaps a tour of the facilities can be arranged in celebration? Along with a small meet and greet with one of those whho stand to benefit from this investment?"
Navasi leaned back in her chair, her smile never faltering, and casually crossed a leg over the other as she met Obozaya's gaze. The motion brought attention to the sidearm and survival knife holstered to her thigh. "To the point, I like that," she says in reply to the vesk. "I agree - shoddy work gets people killed." Navasi listened intently to Luwazi's briefing, making note of important details on her comms. "Anonymous?" She shrugged. "The credits are good. That's enough recognition for me."
"Executor?" Navasi pulled a face. "Sounds more suited to a destroyer in some sort of starfleet." "Yes, numerical designations are certainly efficient," she agreed with Obozaya. "I think we are in need of something with a bit more... flair. Fortune's Runner or Freedom's Gambit or some such." "Alcyone," she says, testing the name. "Not bad," she replies, nodding.
Not for the first time, Navasi wondered if she had made the right decision in coming back. It had been many years since she had left Absalom Station behind in search of a better life. Of freedom. She gave a snort of derision and shook her head. She had been so idealistic, so naive. So young. Well, that was a different time, a different person. She had a new name, a new look, a new life. The chances of anyone recognising that idealistic youth in the woman she had become was slim. Certainly not her parents nor any of their circle in Absalom's upper crust. Not that it mattered. She had her crew to look out for, now. Her real family. That was why she was here; making new contacts and bring in some more lucrative jobs. Roused from her thoughts by a beckoning attendant, Navasi stood and followed the man to a waiting room. Entering the room, she noticed other beings already gathered within. Another interview panel? She groaned inwardly. They hadn't mentioned anything about that. Not to worry, nothing she couldn't handle. With a flick, she adjusted the fall of her cloak, donned a well-practised roguish smile, and sauntered into the room. "Name's Navasi," she introduced herself. "What are you lot in for? she quipped.
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