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Humwa, this is the avatar I chose for my Vlaka mystic, as I had the same problem.

Hmm

It was a pleasure to meet you, Ambassador, and it was a pleasure to work with all of you as well, Valodet signs.

Before she leaves, she goes around a corner and leaves a mark of three interlocking rings with a familiar phrase.

Triune, where are you?

Valodet moves forward and shoots at the robot.

Bang! (Merciful Truth Sequence Cinder Rifle)+Coordinated Shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Burn (Crit only): 1d6 ⇒ 3

Valodet sends Triune's symbol rushing at the robot.

Shooting Stars (Magic Missiles): 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 1) + 3 = 9

Before they leave the mall, Valodet marks a wall in one of the alleys. TRIUNE, WHERE ARE YOU?

After she notices the goblins and their cobbled-together robot, Valodet joins the human shield. She moves up, drawing her rifle but keeping it pointed to the ground.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Valodet, to everyone's surprise, including hers, succeeds at her second Fortitude Save.

Bang! (Merciful Truth Sequence Cinder Rifle): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Burn (Crit only): 1d6 ⇒ 2

Then she runs onto the grass and shoots at Red again.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

What did I win?

Valodet eyes the sniper, who is shooting confidently from a covered position and gives a feral grin. Sniper, meet magic! Valodet signs and then releases Magic Missiles that look like the three interlinked rings of Triune at Red.

Shooting Stars (Magic Missiles): 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 4) + 3 = 10

Is the initiative tracker upside down? Have the mallrats already acted?

Valodet shoots the Yellow rat and gives it a warning glare. I'm watching you, Valodet lifts up a hand to sign.

Bang! (Merciful Truth Sequence Cinder Rifle): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Burn (Crit only): 1d6 ⇒ 6

There's a group of three ysoki following us! We need to guard the bags and the ambassador!

Valodet signs frantically, and then pulls her weapon out.

If we spotted the ysoki ruffians, presumably we could see where they are on the map, GM?

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Valodet grins. Shopping? I know all the best places to shop in the Spike! Bargains Galore! The vlakan brushes off her clothes and looks to the others. Let's go!

Untrained Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Untrained Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Valodet brings out parts of her rations, seeing if the squox will eat them.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Valodet signs, Also, Squox are not native to Jatembe Park. We're doing you a favor by removing an invasive species.

Aid someone's Survival to help lure: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

With no clue of their own, Valodet mimics Naitier's actions.

Untrained Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

It's good you spot the tracks.. Valodet signs in frustration. What am I even looking for?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

If that is not enough
Vestments + 5 Novas: 1d20 + 7 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 5 = 32

Valodet smiles, and notes to Nandipha to translate. Your food is the the most amazing that I have ever tasted in my life. Valodet emphasises the praise by touching her lips and providing a chef's kiss to show how delcious everything was. I am sure that everyone here can say the same. But... As Ikmanji noted, the ambassador has never traveled here before. The nuts of Castrovel may have triggered an allergy that even he did not know he had. We mean no disrespect, and do not wish to cause a scene. May we prevail upon you for a different dish for the Ambassador while my friends treat him?

I can be Diplomatic, I'm just not anywhere as good at it as Djakar. And you know that we love our roleplay.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Valodet is enjoying the aromas of her meal too much to notice anything.

Jek? Who's Jek? Valodet looks around to see if they missed anyone.

Valodet gives a thumbs up.

Although I know there is a Diplomacy option, we currently don't have a Diplomacy specialist. I decided it was better in this case to just use the Society expense account rather than risk alienating the guards and potentially raising the price with a failed Diplomacy check.

Valodet signs, We have an expense account from the Starfinder Society, let's use it for this. Although we could try and talk our way past the guards, a two hundred credit bribe is the normal way to get the Maitre D' to overlook the lack of a reservation in places like this.

Remembering that the Ambassador likes people who just rush in without much apparent thought, Valodet plays up to this. She smiles, and saunters up to the guards. The Starfinder Society recognizes that getting into a VIP restaurant sometimes requires a VIP surcharge. Is 200 credits enough?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Valodet puts a restraining hand on Triage and signs, That might work... But maybe we can try other ideas as well? Carrot and stick?

Valodet nods approval after Nandipha translates Grognard's comments to her. This ship was a disgrace. If it had all been unskilled passengers... Valodet mimes ships in the armada crashing into each other, exploding and other issues.

Valodet, not hearing the announcement, pets the lava pup until Nandipha catches her attention and frantically signs to her.

On it!

Valodet leaps to the controls and pilots the ship harmlessly away from its collision course.

Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Valodet signs madly to Nandipha, acting out misses and explosions with great vigor.

Valodet Untrained Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Valodet moves off the grease, and considers Ikmanji's question about why the systems keep breaking down.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Valodet Untrained Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Bang! (Merciful Truth Sequence Cinder Rifle): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Burn (Crit only): 1d6 ⇒ 2

Valodet attempts to move on grease to avoid cover from the machinery, feels her foot slip out from under her, rebalances with her tail and then manages to get off a lucky shot on Purple despite potential cover from the machinery.

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Bang! (Merciful Truth Sequence Cinder Rifle): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Burn (Crit only): 1d6 ⇒ 3

Valodet keeps her balance and shoots Yellow.

Valodet points at Blue and signs, Ship glitch gremlin. Immune to fire.

Valodet looks at the little terrors, and shoots Green.

Bang! (Merciful Truth Sequence Cinder Rifle): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Burn (Crit only): 1d6 ⇒ 5

Then wonders what the heck Green is.
Mysticism: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Valodet nods as Nandipha finishes translating, and runs all the way to Engineering. She pants slightly as she arrives.

Triple Move

Valodet offers a grin and a thumbs up.

Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Alas, all of Valodet's most recent trips have been to other Planes. She signs over to Triage, pointing with disgust at the key controls that have been covered in safety plates, and then mimes getting out a toolset and drill to remove the plates. She turns back to Triage, pointing at Triage and the safety plates with a questioning expression.

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Periphery? It's a small stellar freight service. Valodet emphasizes how small it is by pinching two fingers together.

NOW

Valodet starts to laugh. My first mission was a little... hellish. I'm not sure you'll believe my story. I'm not sure I believe it myself. Valodet pauses, and then decides to act out the story fully, Deaf-style, changing her expressions and body language to act out different characters.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

I'm a pilot, and a good one. This did not prepare me for what happened when the Drift Crashed. Our ship, the Primorata landed in one of the outer layers of Hell, and we had to fight off an army of minor devils that looked like, um, fiendish maraquoi in fezzes. But out ship's engine got morphed in the crash, so we were able to escape, crashing through the planes once more.

Valodet acts out the hapless spaceship and crew crashing through an alternate universe, the plane of Nirvana, and other strange locations, her face flitting through dozens of different reactions to each new crash. But then we got a signal... A digital butterfly that led us to a ship that was falling into a black hole.

Valodet mimes the perils of gravity, the difficulty of flying, the calculations done by the engineers, and finally the heroic pulling out of the imperiled ship.

And then we met Desna. She told us that my god, Triune, was now missing. And she asked us to keep helping the lost travelers, her people scattered across the galaxy. She sent me back here, to the Starfinders, to do this. Being a Starfinder... that means helping people and finding the lost.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Valodet looks at the ambassador's datasheet, but has nothing else to offer.

She greets Naitier and I-apvii in sign. I'm also a mystic, and my connection is to the stars themselves. Since Triune has gone missing. I joined the Starfinders in part for the travel. If anyone will go in search of Triune, surely they will.

EARLIER:

Valodet waits until Trusty has done his clean-up and rolls away. Once the robot is gone, she looks both ways down the hall, and then concentrates, replacing her art on the wall.

Triune, where are you?

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AT THE BRIEFING:

Valodet watches the greetings of the old friends and then Nandipha's translation of the briefing intently, then responds to Grognard's body language.

She signs, I'm Valodet. This is my interpreter, Nandipha. Bargai from All Hands recommended your team to me. I requested it specifically. Are you Grognard? I'm sorry I can't read your lips at all.

Then she turns to the elf and the ijiktri. And you two must be Triage and Ikmanji. I'm Valodet. She fingerspells her name, and then demonstrates her name sign, a V that points to the sky.

Valodet gazes at Nandipha. You just looked up. Was there some sort of announcement?

Valodet doesn't answer. She just concentrates, leaving the symbol of 3 rings and the words, "Triune, where are you?" etched on the wall with a spell.

Bargai said this group handled themselves well, Valodet signs, and that they were a nice team. I hope she's right.

The young vlakan woman, dressed in purple with the three rings of Triune symbol in a brooch on her chest, peers both ways down the hallway in the Lorespire. She sees no one.

She signs to her dwarven interpreter. Do you hear anyone coming?