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Yeah, thanks a lot for running!

And enjoyed playing with all of you as well! A fun party!

We did not quite catch that, no[/b Tocti says, glairng slightly at the influencer. [b]We've been a bit busy chasing you arround the galaxy. you have been visiting quite a few dangerrous places: colossi hunting grrounds, volcano corres, towerring peaks. Perrhaps it would be best to take some time on morre leisurrely strreams. Yourr mother has been looking quite widely forr you. I am cerrtain if you rreach out to herr she could arrrange some evnets forr you to cast that can look quite exotic without this level of rrisk.

Diplomacy (via hireling): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

No Day Job

Tocti moves carefully down the bridge towards where Envar is trapped. Whiel Koob flies to assist him she asks the others. He was not on the brridge durring the ball chaos, was he? How did he - she stops as she then thinks about the likeliest culprit to cause the ball drama and growls softly. Looking around at the number of passers-by who chaos to also stream rather than save others or even themselves the pahtra mutters ruefully It is distrressing to see the influence of a perrson like this sprread so farr.

Yelling not working, Tocti grabs one of the tourists and drags them away, hoping that seeing the commotion the other civilians may notice they too should move.

Grabbed #3. Does this slow Tocti’s move speed? And is there a check required? Moved her and #3 to where they’d be assuming above is ‘No’; if that needs to be adjusted let me know!

Tocti’s eyes widen. A ball of string…that’s dangerous! Not fun! All of the pahtra’s instincts fail her for a moment at this unfathomable situation.

But just a moment - she’s a Starfinder after all. Quickly starting to sprint down the bridge she yells as she does so - Move! Move!!You can take yourr picturres frrom the other side!

Move, then trying Diplomacy on the tourist next to her who’s closer to the twine

Diplomacy (via hireling): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Unfortunately even with some pointers it comes across as more of a ‘charging snarling cat hissing at you’

Tocti keeps dancing like she's never danced before!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 2 = 19

Koob (or anyone): have a particular tune in mind? I could try to filk something up for us to sing along to

Tocti takes note of Twila-5's analysis and does The Robot Anacite behind Koob.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 2 = 32

A 'jam-off?!?!' Tocti chokes in nervous surprise. Seeing a crowd massing, the pahtra shakes a little. But her nanites do slowly form into a guitar...

So, Tocti's not trained at all in it, but does have a guitar as one of her minor Gear Forms to possibly roll Instrumentalist at a (total) +2 If no one's better. Alternately, she's likely best as a backup dancer.

No money? Tocti says, surprised. A rather cheap streamer

Could we perrhaps examine that tag? Assuming the 'bluey thing' is a data tag? We arre trrying to locate Mrr Tamm. His motherr is concerrned forr him.

Art works for Tocti!

Climb...

Athletics: 1d20 - 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 4 + 2 = 7

That's all rright Twila-5 Toctis says. Gritting her own teeth she works to mount the final segment herself. you carrried us farr. Rrest if you need. We can trry to live up to yourr efforrts.

Athletic: 1d20 - 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) - 1 + 4 + 2 = 15
Shirt re-roll, 2 novas. Tocti's annoyed now and wants to prove herself to that ^&%* vesk.

Athletics re-roll: 1d20 - 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) - 1 + 4 + 2 = 21

Intimidate: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Shoo Totcti hisses, baring teeth of her own.

Therre. See those rridges? That is graserrrite: it should prrovide morre rreliable footing.

Phys Science to Aid Twila-5: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Seeing Lapodie get the hang of it but Twila-5 now struggling, Tocti tries to grip as tight as she can with her claws to drag herself ever upwards.

Round 3 Athletics: 1d20 - 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) - 1 + 4 + 2 = 21

May be better for Tocti and Dr Koob to aid you and Lapodie for future rounds Twila-5: I think you two might be our only passable climbers :)

Nevertheless, she persisted!

Tocti bristles under the ill-concealed mockery of the 'Princess of Peaks'. Determined to prove the vesk's opinions of the non-vesk stuck in the Veskarium wrong, she continues to attempt to climb.

Athletics: 1d20 - 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) - 1 + 4 + 2 = 18

To climb, athletics checks are needed, and I need three successes to advance a segment. Instead, it is possible to replace an athletics check to aid another adventurer, using Perception, Survival, Physical Science or an appropriate Profession Check (of which Wilderness guide is one). For a successful check you can assign a +2 to another character.

Is that each of us need to make three Athletics checks for our PCs to climb up to a new section? Or that as a party we need to achieve three, and the 4th of us could instead try to Aid one of the others with those alternate skills?

Looking at the far too tall mountain peaks ahead, Tocti shakes her fur and sends nanites raining down to help reinforce her claws and pads. Forming Sheath Array with bonuses to Athletics and Acrobatics. then with a sigh, she begins.

Athletics: 1d20 - 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) - 1 + 4 + 2 = 17

Tocti's brow furrows deeply as the vesk's dismissive quasi-slur. Another delightful example of Vesk culture

Ah, you know Envarr then? She asks biting her tongue to try and maintain a neutral tone. Strrange, I don't rrememberr seeing you in his strream. Oh well, it must be harrd I imagine to make the tough cuts when editing to keep what's most imporrtant.

Tocti will definitely purchase a climbing kit.

It seems you werre rright. Tocti says to Twlia-5, clearly frustrated. The tag is useless forr ourr quest. But at least it could have been worrse. Desna, orr some otherr god, appearr to be smiling down on me.

Tocti mentally ticks off another of her lives. Then books it north and away from the snake-thing as fast as she can go. As she reaches her allies she keeps moving, hissing GogogogoGO!

Run full action to get ~17 squares above the map. We've got the tag, now let's get back to safety!

Tocti offers a quick prayer to whicher God seems to be listening as she narrowly avoids getting crushed. She strides a bit forwards and grabs the tag up from the ground before it too gets trampled.

I have it. Now let's get back and away frrom this thing!

The crack is just a small step down, it looks more dramatic than it is (more like a dried-up mudstream). There's also no dificult terrain penalty anywhere.

Moved Tocti a bit farther in then (still not next to the tag though: I mis-judged the squares.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11

Even her nanites can’t stabilize Tocti enough to prevent her from slipping from the powerful tremor. Rising quickly, she starts to make her way as fast an possible towards the tag before the colossus starts to really get annoyed at them.

Is moving under/through the creature regular or difficult terrain? Moved Tocti as though it were difficult - if not she could get adjacent to the tag this round.

Tocti's eye widen as she sees the full scales of the massive snake. Running is certainly an option. But those movements away might draw its attention too. Glancing at the data tag so close, the pahtra shakes her fur. Nanites form around her in dull colors as she tries to slink closer to the tag without the snake noticing someone so small.

Move action to form a Sheath array (Acrobatics and Stealth), then starting to approach stealthily. That thing is so many sizes larger than us that we would be able to move through its space, right? (I think as difficult terrain IIRC)

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 = 23

I agrree that that fact his picturre is adverrtised means he has likely left Tocti agrees. But the tag may perrhaps also show inforrmation about wherre else he has been. If nothing else, if this tag has trraces of videos of Enverr's frrom otherr worrlds on his motherr's list, it would let us rrule them out. I think the tag is worrth investigating.

Based on our readings on the tag location, and the maps/brochures for this place, this waystation's likely the closest place on the official tour to the tag, is that my understanding?

I have seen this story before Tocti thinks to herself as she listens to the vesk's corporate-speak bravado while handing over her credits for the 'experience'.

As a call for 'Envies' blast out from another in the crowd, she cocks her head towards the source. Carefully approaching the human she asks him Sorrry, but was that the voice of Envarr Tamm? Is that his latest video?

Tocti's whiskers perk up as she tries some of the leftover lobster rolls.

This is absolutley superrb. I did not rrealize you werre such a talented cook Lapodie.

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On Daimalko she looks at the promotional imagery with a curious expression. I had always hearrd this worrld's cololssi werre dangerrous thrreats. To crreate a safarri or theme parrk based arround theirr spectacle - grreedy, but is it safe?

Still, if the data tag's location tracker indicates its nearby, the pahtra notes its probably slightly les dangerous to be looking around the area for it in a tour group rather than on our own.

What are the listed prices for the tour?

Tocti smiles as Lapodie wrestles the creature out onto the table. Said smile curdles a it is apparent a dead lobster is not a 'ready-to-eat' one. Protective evolution can be frustrating

She shakes her body a bit and you see metallic flecks flow out from her grey fur and form about her arms to give them an even darker hue. Looking to Twila-5 she says Just tell me wherre to brreak. Orr just wherre to hold.

Athletics Aid?: 1d20 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 + 1 = 5

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With the meat finally freed, Tocti tries to stay out of the way listening to Dr. Koob's? instructions. Perhaps she can at least help fetch spices and seasonings quickly for them.

Culture Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Tocti gracefully dives from the plane upon arrival and lands on her feet just like a…person who is good at landing.

As the ryphorian host explains the meal of the day, her fur begins to dampen a bit with sweat. Shellfish. Why couldn’t it be free-range fish. Much better at catching those.

Looking to Lapodie, she whispers Yourr worrld is highly aquatic. Perrrhaps you could drraw on that to give some perrrsonal flairr to the rrolls?

Tocti’s mods are +5, +0 (and that’s [i]with a strengthening Sheath), and +0 respectively. So she will happily step back to be a mediocre assistant

Oh dear Tocti says If Envarr fell into the magma and died, will Miss Tamm still take kindly to us?

A pleasurre to meet you. the Pahtra says as the other Starfinders congregate with her - and as Radaszam summons them to Liavara. Tocti. And yes, take a scan if you need for yourr own worrk. I should warrn you: on occasion my nanites crreate somewhat anomolous rreadings. I will trry to move them arround and away frrom the scanning point. she purrs.

Tocti quickly turns towards the ijtikri and grins a leonine grin. Therre is a movement to frree yourr worrld as well? she says, eagerly accepting the offered pamphlets. I know how tenacious the Veskarrium's grrasp can be. And Pulonis has felt how loathe they arre to rrelease theirr grrip. Tell me: what is yourr worrld's true name? I am ashamed that the Vesk's dominance has left it unkown to me.

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Days later, when aboard the Preference :p Tocti scratches her head at Radaszam's message ends. The assignment seems basic enough. But why did he brring us so farr out into space if he wasn't going to meet with us himself? It is a wastely use of time. And fuel.

To Twila-5 she nods. If you have met him, I deferr to yourr insights. Though a parrt of me hopes he may be on one of those worrlds. she says pointing to Geology and Meterology. I am always intrrgiued by the uniqueness that can be found in the physical worrld.

Tocti wouldn't mind subbing in Geo or Metero for one of them, but is also okay with Twila-5's list. She has no particular talent in Gastronomy, but that does sound like it could be a fun one :)

In one of the many lounges in the Lorespire Complex presumably? a middle-aged pahtra woman spreads out along a couch. Casually scratching her own gray fur as he watches a sitcom on the vidscreen across the way, she yawns wide before picking up her datapad to check on the results of her recent mission.

Ongie's position has been secured. Good. Oh! The and Izalguun won! Fair enough, he should be acceptable.

As she clicks away and continues to scratch herself, a keen observer might note faint silvery flecks amidst her fur that sometimes twitch around as her claws move through it.

Have neither player nor run this scenario before! (and updating her profile to her level 3 stats forthwith!)

Thank you so much for running Kludde. Had a great time!

Of courrse Tocti agrees and hapily takes the pen. What you have been doing herre shows incrredible ingenuity with limited rresourrces. I can only imagine what you could do with morre.

Pinkiee goes through a list of names, mostly related to baking ingredients or colours.

Lemme see: Marshmallow, Custard, Chocolate, Vanilla, Lime, and ... ummm ... Ruby?

That is imprresive. Tocti nods her head. I have always enjoyed theme naming

Some worrse than otherrs Tocti agrees as she moves down by Pinkiee to check on the woman by the shore. If she seems unconsicous but no obvious gaping wounds/hazards, Tocti will give her a serum of healing (mk 1)

Thank you all tocti says as she carefully backs up to make sure that crab isn't about to launch itself back at her in surprise.

I apologize. I have not been a verry useful ally today it seems, getting into too many scrrapes with too little contrributions.

Having trouble striking the big one, Tocti twists in its grip to slash at the flanked smaller creature.

Attack v KAC: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 2 + 2 = 6 for Slashing: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

…all the water around it really putting the pastrami on edge and off of her game.

Grreatful! Tocti squeezes out as the feline slashes back at the crustacean grabbing her.

Attack v KAC (w/ wisp bonus): 1d20 + 5 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 - 2 = 9 for Slashing: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Next time struck, she'll spend a Nanite Surge and her Reaction for Defensive Dispersal to reduce the damage by 5

8/18 SP

I have no words.

The Operative's dilemma :p

Trrying. Tocti hisses back to Zazucket. Her snarl corresponds to silvery flecks spilling from her mouth as she smiles a feline grin, specks which slither down her arms to land on her claws. These crreaturres came out of nowherre.

Backed up along the catwalk, Tocti takes a swipe at the smaller crab near her, hoping to open up some breathing room.

Move Action shift to Sheath Array, using a Surge to give herself 2 temp hp

Swarm Strike v KAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 for Slashing: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

GM: not that it would affect her this round, but while there is a ladder right next to Tocti the lower catwalk continues under it, correct? So Tocti could move/step 'below' where Checker currently is standing on the higher catwalk above?

15/18 SP, 2 temp hp

Let me go down. Tocti says. Perrrhaps she is only unconscious; a serrum may brring herr back. The pahtra looks at Norbert and adds. Hold tight to yourr end of the cable. If Elymilrra is in worrse shape, I can wrrap it carrefully arround herr for us to pull up to betterr grround.

Waiting just a moment to see if anyone has a better plan, Tocti then begins descending the ladders and crossing the catwalks towards the beach.

Won't Checkerr rrun the rrisk of getting shorrted out as well? Tocti says in concern to the halfling. For her own part she shakes her head slightly and her not-flea nanites pour into her mouth. Activating her Gear Array to create a Respiration Compounder[i] for herself, seeing water ahead

Unslinging her azimuth rifle, the pahtra carefully takes some steps towards the fallen figure. She whispers out loudly from a few meters away: [i]Elymilrra! Is that you? Arre you hurrt?

What sorrt of machinerry? Tocti calls out to Albrik as she follows him up to the northern room. B4

Looking in, she steps back and gives out a warning yelp. A lot of damaged parrts herre, and exposed wirres. Verry bad, espeically if therre is waterr about.

You seem quite good to me! Tocti purrs while wincing at seeing the halfling shocked. I have been considering purrrchasing a VI to assist me with some morre techincal matterrrs. This mission is making me think I should do that soonerr than I had thought.

Note to self: should pick up a hireling after this

Chip: how complicated arre the contrrols? Tocti asks as she moves past the now safe first section but stops before the second hall and its still-active lightning.

I believe I may be morre grraceful and able to slip past the sparrks, but you would need to walk me thrrough what to do at the console.

Physical Science: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

I am...unsurre Tocti replies to Pinkiee. The pahtra looks around carefully as she shakes her fur and looking around. Does anyone see anything that may be contrrols to slow these blasts?

Tocti checks, re-checks, and fiddles with her armor seals as small alerts keep pinging up. A significant ammount of powerr herre. Her ears perking up to hear the distant boops causes the pahtra's eyes to widen slightly. I am surrrprrised that that beacon still functions.

So If I'm understanding the Slides map and the description above right, every so often big bursts of electricity are filling the 10-foot cooridoors marked in red lines? How frequently?

Hmmm Tocti purrs softly to herself while looking around the cavern and noticing a distinct lack of obvious and well-labeled-with-instructions building materials. Perrrhaps therre is something about the stalactites that guides the drrops...?

An engineer Tocti is not - she's more of an 'idea cat' there than actual execution, though someone else might be able to try.

Could she potentially use her Physical Science knowledge to try to figure out how these 'glowtears' form and if there might be a trick to predict them? If so:

Physical Science: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

While the pahtra tries to work, she continues to chat with Jresspr. I would not have expected a cave like this on the Station. It seems so naturral. And you spoke of your village: are you frrom herre? Orr werre you driven frrom the Crrisis like so many?

Glowtears? Tocti says, curious. What are those? They look quite prretty, but is therre morre to them as well?

Giving the situation a second thought, she adds. Also, this may seem like a strrange question, but you arre on Absalom Station, corrrect?

The pahtra also thinks as she takes in the cavern and the Jresspr. The drrops may only touch the bottle, but may others touch you? Perrrhaps we could give you a lift orr you could contrruct a platform to be closerrr to the stalactites?

Sorrry forr the mistaken identity. Tocti says, backing up from the startled creature. We arre just looking forr a missing comrrade. We mean no harrm.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17