Xevras shrugs. "It seems like an easy way to make a hundred more credits on this trip than we were going to. I'm for it."
Of course, he immediately starts wondering how this will go wrong...
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Apologies, I've been having computer issues recently. I'd be interested in interacting with the goblins some!
Xevras looks dooooown at the goblins, then glances at the rest of the crew. "In some ways this is the cheapest deal we could hope for. I'm others..." He looks back at the goblins. "I don't think we can trust you to keep our secrets.
Xevras nods once as the elemental fades away, raising a hand in the general direction he thinks Ace is. Then he turns to the engine. "Let's get this thing fixed up!" He says, diving in to the danger zone.
Xevras guesses that physical damage will be less effective on a lightning creature, so he goes with magical force.
I'm dealing with some computer glitches of my own at present so my paying may be slow.
"If we don't have any better ideas..." Xevras half-states, half-asks. If no one speaks up, he reaches down, picks up Nik-a-Nik in his hands, spreads his wings, and takes off toward the top of the mound.
Xevras looks up and around, and shrugs. "I can just fly to the top, though that might be seen as aggressive," he states. "Probably I could carry one of you while I was at it, if we don't think we'll get shot at if we do."
Xevras glances at the message on his comm. "Looks like Ace is out of surgery. Maybe we wait for Robyte to take him back to the ship, then come join up with us, and then we go see if we can buy the drift engine off the goblins?"
Xevras suggests the group go outside to take the call from Tarika. He listens to the call and looks down at the rest of the crew (minus Ace). "That would give us a much better chance," he comments. He throws a glance back at the building they'd just left. "I'm not sure how I feel about leaving Ace here alone, however."
"Fine with me," Xevras says with a slight shrug.
Xevras thinks the deal sounds too good to be true, and he's tired of being too desperate for a job to be pick. But they *are* desperate for a job. "I'll do it if none of the rest of you are up for it," he states, folding his arms and glowering at the rest of the crew.
Xevras looks at the image of the gland suspiciously. "So as long as one of us allows you to test this on us, that's enough for compensation? Or do you need data collection of some sort on its performance?"
Xevras ducks through the door into the room, scowls slightly at the undersized chairs, and figures out a space he can sit down on the floor without getting his tail too cramped. He keeps the call with Nik-a-Nik open. Before the zombie comes in, he starts speaking. "So, we need a shipment of necrografts, and we don't want to sell our bodies post-mortem for them. Did anybody think to get Rishae's comm address before we left? She asked us to do this, she should at least pay part of it."
Xevras looks over to Nik-a-Nik and waves him at the screen. "You're probably the best talker out of us," he says.
"It sounds like there's nothing to do but see what it's going to take to get the cargo," Xevras says, and hits the call button.
"We'd be in competition with Niva's crew," Xevras clarifies.
Xevras snakes his head downward to look over the screen with the building's occupants. "So anything special we want to talk about before calling Rygan? How far are we willing to go to get this contract?" he asks the rest of the crew as he reaches a claw towards the call button for Rygan Vull.
Xevras keeps scowling. He doesn't particularly like the sound of this, either, but the payday for doing this is pretty good... He swings his head around to take in his fellow crew members. "Well, do we want to try this? We can at least go and see if this Rygan Vull is willing to make a deal before we decide."
Xevras scowls. "Forever, or just until we pay off the lease?" he growls. "I'm not exactly a fan of the idea of a lifelong debt."
"Unless you have another shipment you need someone to carry, or a reference to someone who does, you probably can't," Xevras grumbles. "Thank you for asking, though," he adds as an afterthought.
"Why is it always bars and clubs?" Xevras grumbles to himself as he ducks into the Revenant Urge. "Couldn't someone want to talk business in a nice cafe or something sometime?" He notes the robotic squox and, seeing it heading towards the bar, decides that's as likely a direction as any for their prospective employer and follows.
Xevras does a quick search on the Infosphere on the name as the group walks.
Not really a lot of credits, but enough to get an actual advanced melee weapon, so Xevras has a tactical pike now. :D
Xevras nods his head in agreement. "It's the Menagerie now, by the way," he says to Tarika. "Do you know anything about this Rishae that could help us get the job other than just being fast about it?"
I thought we were saying to change the *name* of the ship to the Menagerie. Default starship builds in Starfinder do seem to be really bad at optimizing their weapon loadouts. A Maser in the turret in place of the two weapons it came with (and upgrading the power core) sounds good to me.
I think I like the idea of the Menagerie.
Xevras glares back at the rock where they'd played turnabout with their double-crossers. "I'm half tempted to shoot a missile at it, just on the off chance it would kill the last one. I feel like we're going to end up seeing her again and not enjoying it," he growls, but he makes no move to actually follow through on his words. Once the Oliphaunt is well under way, he finally relaxes a little. "Well, at least for now we should be safe," he muses. "So, we should change the name, transponder ID, and preferably a bit of the sensor signature of the Oliphaunt before we're seen in Pact Worlds space again, if we can. That last one is going to be the hardest one, since we'll want proper dock facilities for it. Any of you have ideas for the name?" During the days traveling and laying low, Xevras alternates between working out (seemingly as much to work through his emotions as to actually get any exercise), familiarizing himself with the ship's computer systems and starting to customize them... and marking everywhere in the ship he wants the ceilings higher. It's most everywhere. Except the cargo hold and the rest of the crew's personal cabins. ******************************** Xevras looks over at the wrecked ship, but he's really thinking about Tarika. He knows not to blame her for all that happened, but it still feels more than a little odd to still be working with her. After all, even without the complicated emotional baggage, she still represents an obvious connection to their past, an uncomfortably easy way for any enemy to track their activities. On the other hand, running a ship was expensive, and making a prototype into an actual working ship was more expensive. "It sounds like the kind of job we can manage to get with no history in the business and not many living people wanting it," he says out loud. "Which at this point is probably what we have to live with." He pauses, then looks directly at Tarika. "Maybe when we're done with the business part of the day, we'll all have to go somewhere more private to catch up. We could show you around the ship?" he suggests, hoping she'll catch on to the private part.
Xevras wants to change the name, I'll see if I can post in-character about that before Monday. :D
How many BP did we get again? I realized I hadn't grabbed a feat yet, so I got weapon specialization with Advanced Melee weapons... now Xevras just needs a good one of those. :D
All right, I think I'm leveled up now. I was thinking on the ship stats thing--I wonder if it's a deliberate representation of it being a prototype? Or maybe it's just supposed to encourage us to spend those BP we got quickly. :D
Oh right, I haven't leveled up yet. XD
It does make it more possible to run without a healer, but sometimes it also means Starfinder AP's are more willing to wear you down with closely-spaced combats because they expect you to snatch a ten-minute break to recover stamina here and there.
Yeah, we're turning out to be a "get the job done and get out" kind of crew, which I kind of like (even if it's a little funny for the space pirate AP :D). Hopefully it doesn't cause us too many problems. Oh yeah, on the subject of whether or not we need to recruit... I'd kind of like to stick with the crew we have, but I would be worried about healing. Since Starfinder doesn't have convenient wands of cure light wounds depending on serums for healing might get kind of expensive (I say as the biggest target in the crew). So I'd say either make sure we regularly find some healing serums or we need to recruit a healer. :D Oh, one other thought--I was remembering that Starfinder Enchanced had an enhanced version of the Technomancer. Any problem with me switching over to that version? It's not a big change, just a bit of a boost to DC's vs. constructs and a slight ability to tweak spells of a certain school.
Oh, that was easier than I thought it would be. I thought for sure Deminda would have attacked us to try to keep us from just leaving with the ship. Not complaining though. :D Let's see, Xevras is going back to leveling Technomancer now, I'll have to do the exact level-up after work. Mostly it'll be spending a feat so he has weapon specialization with Advanced Melee Weapons that will be noticeable, if I remember right. Now he just needs to pick up an actually good advanced melee weapon. :D
"Why hang around and wait to get sneak attacked? Let's take the ship and get out of here!" Xevras snarls. He slithers through the door and starts walking back towards the ship, keeping an eye out for an ambush.
Thanks for the update!
Xevras makes his way back around the table, but he doesn't stick his head out just yet. "Hafi, if she's giving us time to heal I could use some more!" he says as he moves.
"Doubt she's just going to sit and wait!" Xevras responds as he keeps hacking at Blue.
Xevras keeps hacking away at his target, heedless of the lashing.
Xevras's growl of pain rises to a roar, that resolves into words. "Did you all THINK," he snarls as he lunges past the falling corpse of his first target towards the next, "That we would just roll over and DIE? That we hadn't NOTICED your boss SET US UP!?" He swings wildly at the next of the drow even as blood trickles down the inside of his armor from his newest injury.
Xevras snarls in pain even as he brings his axe down--straight on his enemy's head.
As casually as he can, Xevras walks up next to one of the drow and while drawing his axe.
Xevras gives Nik-a-Nik the slightest of nods, hand resting 'casually' near his axe. He glances around as he enters the room, trying to guess if there's anyone hiding in addition to the visible probably-enemies.
"Given how likely it seems we got set up to want to take this job, I'm not very hopeful," Xevras growls. Truth be told, he was wishing to have something else to focus on than the fact that they'd likely just killed some people who were just doing their jobs to steal a ship, especially when it seemed likely that they were about to be double-crossed for the ship.
Xevras growls a wordless agreement and starts jogging towards the hangar. While Hafi's spell handled the worst of his injuries, his brain still feels foggy from his close brush with unconsciousness... or worse.
Xevras rumbles a "Thanks" to Hafipaer, then takes a step back towards the door. He sticks his head and shoulders through and snaps his taclash at the anacite again.
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