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Yes please!

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Alrighty, reporting for this scenario should be complete. If you notice any problems please let me know. Here are the completed Chronicles.

I still need some info from Xelem and Padme to complete their chronicles, namely:

Number of this Chronicle:
Starting XP:
Initial Fame:
Day Job Roll:

I keep forgetting to check those. I think I'm on chronicle number 3?

I have 4 xp and 7 Fame.

Day Job - Profession (Writer): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Xelem insists one last time, telepathically. "If we want to take attention away from our shirren friends, a live ooze for station sec is better."

GM, for clarification: The ooze is in a containment field correct? Does this field appear to be portable?

"If we are doing that, we should take the live ooze to station sec" opines Xelem. "I'm not sure how much they can help with a dead ooze."

"Its fine, thank you but it's fine. It's only another opportunity after all; you'll be doing most of the work" offers Xelem as he steps to the back-alley door. Taking a look through the porthole, and feeling less and less at ease, he says "How about we help you pack real quick? It'll be fun!"

"Honored Sentients of all genders? I'm getting a bad feeling here. Lets not alarm them, but pack this up quickly. And lets save the bashing for when the s&%$ hits the fan."

"Actually, I have another question" says Xelem sheepishly. "What's an assembly ooze? We've been talking about it, and I can figure out the bare bones, but if someone knows exactly what to expect, maybe we can make a good choice."

Xelem takes a more formal resting stance and bows to the shirren. "Thank you. Now lets hope noone has heard of your ooze and is going to try and grab it as we leave" he offers, somewhat as a joke, but with a dark undertone. He continues gaily: "Come on. Let me help you pack. I am certain you have many things you'll want to bring with you."

"Desperation and mouthes to feed make for bad bedfellows. Let's not judge them on what they've done, but on how they plan to mend things." sends Xelem back to Burnham before continuing: "Unfortunately, we need to stop Kinnact, the ooze, or both. And we need to know those things my friend here mentioned." He takes a step forward, hands still raised as he adds: "I understand that there are uncomfortable truthes that are poking their head out of this situation here. I'm not going to lie and tell you that opening up about this might have consequences. But we will try to help you minimize or maybe avoid these consequences. We're not the police, and we're definitely not Abadar Corp. We understand how hard it is to make a living under a giant like that. As long as you help us help the halfling community here, we'll help you as best we can." He smiles, the corners showing under his face-scarf, before intoning in a semi-religious manner: "Let us hear the truth. And the truth will set you free" before extending a hand out to the two shirren.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

"Really, we're not in it to punish you, or anyone. We just want to stop the implants from... Killing people? Turning people undead? I don't know, I'm not a doctor. But I do think that we need the truth to help them. And you are the only ones who can tell us the truth" pleads Xelem.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Xelem hustles into the house, only to hear the cracking report of a electricity-based weapon. "Let me try to talk him down first" he says directly into Padme's mind. "Oh and let the others know."

"You didn't know. It's fine. We're not here to judge; and the first step in the cycle is to learn. Maybe from a mistake, maybe from another. But learning is learning; and now you need to use that learning to change what you were into what you wish to become. And I believe you can become a force for good."

He steps closer to the edge of the wall and waves his open hand in the open. "Now unless you are contagious or something like that, I'd like to talk to you face to face. You can keep the gun trained on me, but I'd prefer if you didn't shoot me. Is that OK?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Xelem calls out to the person on the other side. "Hey there! Mr... Vrisken? We'd like to talk to you please. Maybe inside?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Xelem, impossibly, does a side-flip, as one would do in those fancy Tian or Kasatha action movies. It doesn't help him, as those do take considerably more energy than needed to execute, but he avoids most of the electrical burst emanating from his erstwhile opponent.

"Hold on. This time I'll do it right" he calls out before moving on into the last opponent.

... in the texts of Ashkenthuur...: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Xelem, woefully short on credits, signals Padme' and speaks to her mind while in the dispensary. "Would you terribly mind purchasing another one for myself with that credstick? I... Might have spent most of my slush money on that stupid bow. And then on that pistol earlier today."

Spending that resolve to get back to full SP.

***Sometime later***

Xelem, as they approach the sole occupied building, closes his eyes as he focuses on the fire within. Passion. Energy. And with blue fire, his blades flare to life.

I believe I can charge the green one? Stellar Rush, go!

And so it was written...: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7

Womp-womp.

Xelem, having left the bulk of the techno-lifting to those most eminently qualified, delicately closes Shenge's eyes, and whispers almost tenderly into his ears. "Thank you. Your truths will set us free."

He gets up, torn between the desire to ensure he is dead by decapitating him and the more important need to obey the folkways of Absalom station, which take a dim view on decapitation overall. "I think we should follow Dusty's plan. I think the bureaucrats of Abadar Corp will keep us tangled in paperwork until events have gotten out of their control. Let us speak to Vrisken."

Xelem takes a parting blow at his opponent before taking a guarded step back. "Coming. Just hold on... One second" he says before lashing out, his blade sneaking in for a solid blow to the heart. Too bad he's dead; this fight could have been over so much quicker if he wasn't.

Solarian Blade: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Xelem uses the blow's momentum to take a careful step backward. Gods, that hurt! Checking in with Burnham that they are on the same page with just a glance, he launches a feint, another feint before attempting to deliver a blow to the creature's face, the exanding photonic energies coruscating around him.

Solarian Blade: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

Xelem squeezes in as Archaius stumbles out, solarian blades aflame with blue energy. "There was a beginning. There will be an end."

Entering Photon mode.

Solarian weapon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

The blades plunge into the halfling's shoulder blades, severing what should be some critical tendons and searing flesh. "Thus speaks the Circle Ianus Animae" he adds, ending what would probably be an invocation that would be possessed of more gravitas if he were not squeezing in a room with 3 other people.

Waiting on Archius to go (and hopefully move away)

Xelem's blades dematerialise, motes of solar energy blowing in an inexistant wind. "I'll take a look inside. Padme', cover our backs please."

Going in, he takes a look through the halfling's belongings, badly suppressing the urge to vomit from the now-potent smell.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

However, the urge to vomit becomes too strong, and Xelem rushes out to puke in the middle of the hall, barely getting his face scarf out of the way before he does so.

Xelem frowns as the smell becomes... Palpable. Almost perhaps physical. "Something's not right. Be on your toes; I think our friend might be dead. Or undead. Either way, I'm pretty sure we're not smelling spoiled food."

He stops for an instant, and two long blades of energy spring into existence from his wrists.

Xelem reaches out to his fellow Starfinders. "Let's stay close to each other this time. Please. I'll talk to the person in the shop." And without another word or thought, he walks into "Self-Defense Munitions".

Inside, he approaches the person behind the counter. "Hey. Looking for a friend. Told me I could get some 'ware on the quick. Short dude, maybe you know him." He looks around, making sure noone is too close before adding, mentally: "His name is Shenge"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

"Well, I suppose we should go ask him some questions. Thank you for your time and your generosity; we didn't do this with a reward in mind." Xelem bows, in the Kasatha fashion, before addressing his companions mentally, one at a time. "Let's go, before something happens to our only lead. I'll let Padme' know of what happened here mentally, if and when I see her."

Xelem turns to the halflings, unwilling to continue the discussion in the face of sheer certainty. "So, do you still have your grandmother's admittance paperwork? Or the bill for the implant? Any sort of documentation? We're going to try and track down the surgeon. Or administrator. Really anyone who could tell us more about the clinic and its owners" pleads Xelem humbly.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

"Not to be the party pooper, but does it need to be an evil necromancer doing this? Could it be just sheer incompetence? We often overestimate ability and intent" comments Xelem from the entryway. He looks to the halfling family, pondering how difficult it would be to get them to stop watching the gods-damn trid for five minutes to answer some questions about how Maija got the augment.

Would it be a diplomacy check to talk to them and get some background as to why she got the augment, get some names of the technicians/doctors who worked on her, etc?

Xelem looks to Archaius, who seems to have some degree of medical knowledge. More than Xelem at any rate. "Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll stay out here and avoid packing the place up. Let me know if you need me to talk with the family."

"Please Sir. We are not here to cause trouble. I understand that you might not want to talk to us, because we are outsiders, and outsiders always come with their share of trouble they dump on their hosts. But while we are here with goals of our own, we do mean to help you. Genuinely. Specifically with regards to those augs you've been receiving. We are Starfinders after all: helping people out might as well be part of the organization's motto" offers Xelem.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Xelem steps out of the shadows, feeling rather relieved, all told. He looks to where Padme' hid and reaches out with his mind so as to preserve her discretion.

"I'm not sure I understand what you are doing. Certainly there are better ways of ambushing some curious Starfinders. Please, allow us the pleasure of your company, unless there is some other reason for you to forsake it."

I'm starting to love telepathy.

Xelem, absorbing the information conveyed, beams a thought to Padme'. "Or perhaps, when they shut down the clinic, they took the compromising things: devices with procedures loaded in, terminal with medical records, containers and augments within...

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

As he does so, he spots a flicker of movement, and crouches down on the ground. "Get down!" he sends to Burnham, as he reflects back on how poor of a choice he made when he elected not to learn the way of Shadows back in the Temple of the Five.

(Poor) Attempt at Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Xelem looks to the others and winces. "At this point, maybe we should go snooping around Renew-You. I don't have the money for any bio-augments right now, but maybe one of you do? Or we could window shop while someone snoops around. I am genuinely curious about their catalog."

Having made the necessary purchases, Xelem quickly meets up with his fellow Starfinders after a moment playing digital Marco-Polo.

"There's a clinic called Renew-You; it deals in bioaugments and has not been doing well until recently; some sort of uptick in its customers."

Xelem looks to his fellows. "I'll chat up some of these people. Maybe spend some time with vendors. I am on the lookout for a better ranged weapon after all; perhaps my attempts to barter and acquire something will lead to something."

And also because I just realized that I can't use a bow without having the proficiency. Going to be selling my ranged weapon GM and buy a Grave-Class Bonepistol.

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Wow. Poor rolls so far.

Xelem slyly looks to the Vesk and adds: "Someone of your talent could offer us a nudge, maybe tell us where we don't want to go. Just a thought."

Diplomacy assist: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Could Xelem use Detect Thoughts to try and scope out if the man can actually picture the people he's been talking to? Surely talking about them would bring them to the forefront of his mind, but if that involves doing something he can detect (and thus spot Xelem doing it) Xelem won't do it.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Xelem attempts to recall any information he might remember, but is overwhelmed on some level by the wifebeater-wearing Vesk. Who even wears these?

"Well, if we're going into the Freemarkets, I would say we should keep our credsticks tucked in and our weapons at the ready. And hope noone attempts to steal said weapons."

Xelem takes in the new arrivals, some with more consternation than others.

"Thank you. I thought it would be best not to skimp on equipment when getting my back-pay after escaping the Scoured Stars sector. Thank you all by the way. In the eyes of both myself and the old ways, I am indebted to our Society and all those within for coming to our rescue." He bows again, before adding to the halfling's benefit: "And as for you sir, likewise... But I am confused. Have we expanded into financial operations since the Incident? Is this such an operation? If so, I am probably not what you need in the field."

Dressed in a garb that would suggest his belonging to an Idaran school of combat, the Lashunta that steps on in adjusts his face scarf before saying "I am Xelem. Good to meet you agent Ivan, agent Archaius," and offering a low bow.

Player name: Upaynao
Character name: Xelem Aktaris
SFS#-Character#: 43451-702
Faction: Wayfinders
Day Job (if any, do not roll yet): Profession (Writer)
Have you played/GM'd this scenario before, or anything else I should know? Nope and nope.

Please do. I'll have to get home to my paper sheet but having something to work off of will help.

Anyone need a Solarian??? Level 2, I need (like many other things) to put up his stablock online.