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Returning to the Lorespire Complex, Z'tel relays their report to the Venture Captain in their usual buzzing tone. Turning to the Ambassador and their allies they bow at the waist. "It was an Honour and a privilege to serve alongside you all. I look forward to further duties in the future my friends.." They intone with a salute as they finish up and begin to leave.
Z'tel takes one of the packages under the crook of one of their arms and keeps up with the Ambassador. As Kruvenosh indicates the foe's attempted ambush, the Shirren bursts into motion, moving round the corner to keep their imminent violence away from the Hammer's gaze. As before Nanites form a blade a slash at the Ysoki with Blue Laces. for
"Hmm, with your shown fondness for Music, might I suggest we try shopping for some of the Pact World's finest? I have heard of a store that recently released the physical Star Sugar Heartlove and it should have similar items to peruse." Z'tel indicates as they wander Absalom Station's Shopping district, as usual sticking close to the Ambassador and keeping their eyes peeled.
"I'm not much for clubbing, however my old' squadmates used to talk of a place called 'The Nebula's Core' - worth trying it, should still be open at this hour." Z'tel informs as they quickly check the local infosphere for opening times. Shadowing the Ambassador into the Club, their Nanite infused body begins vibrated along with the heavy beats of the music. "Hmm, this must be the Abysshead I have heard of... Quaint, though the subject matter leaves much to be desired - you really should tell me how you managed to re-program them, I have not enjoyed a fine wine since the Incident." Allowing the Ambassador to have some fun, they turn their head as the drunk insensitive clubber begins to berate their charge. With no voice, they move to be beside their hulking Vesk ally, their swarming Nanite sheath forming into a wicked blade to support their point.
As the performance changes into something less physical, Z'tel stops messing with the lights and listens for a time to the Ambassador's poetry - whilst not to their taste they can see other cultures enjoying it. As they look across from the backstage they spy two bored students looking like they are going to cause trouble and try to point them out to security before they cause a ruckus.
Breathing a sigh of relief as they are able to persuade the Gnmeto allow their Charge to perform - Z'tel follows the Hammer to their stage and watches for a time before realising that the automated lights system is out of sync with the Alien movements of the Hammer of Hylax's bizzare movements. Climbing the stage, they use manual adustments to keep the lights in sync for a better show.
Entering the Theatre, Z'tel looks around - cursing the Venture Captain for not reading the assignment before choosing their team, a pacifist that enjoys talking to people was not who they thought they were going to protect today. Sighing they move to greet the enigmatic Gnome master of the Theatre and speak to them, their usual buzzing accompanying the telepathic speech. "Yes hello, our Ambassador here has expressed her desire to perform upon the stage - is there a way this can be arranged? You would have the Starfinder Society and the Council's gratitude should you accept." they bow, their form shifting as they do so.
As the last Ghoran dashes away, Z'tel takes a moment to check their attackers to see whether any of them are still breathing before directing the Doctor to any that might need attention should they wish too. "You are welcome to the creature Ambassador, apologies for the display - the people of the Station are not usually so quick to violence, these must have been hot-headed thugs."
With two foes remaining, Z'tel is confident that the Ghoran's won't continue to engage when so outnumbered, that is until they both take shots at the good Doctor. Shaking their head as their nanite sheathed remains buzz in irritation, the Shirren closes in on one of the attackers and lashes out with their Nanite blade, this time keeping it blunted. for
As the shot impacts with Z'tel, several of the buzzing Nanites that make up their form shift to absorb the bullet - robbing it of it's momentum but damaging a few of the tiny machines. Determined to ensure the Ambassador's safety - Z'tel rushes to close with the ghoran wearing a red sash and strikes out with the Nanite blade. for
Frustrated at the lack of progress with the furry critters, Z'tel's softly buzzing body jumps in alarm at the loud propulsion from Luck's Mining Laser churning the ground to sand. Bringing themselves back to a restive state with a few calming breaths - turning to face the Ghorans as they approach and converse with the confounding doctor. "Apologies -our colleague merely means to say that we mean no harm to the wildlife - the Ambassador wished to experience our fauna and flora and so we took her here." they transmit in their habitual buzzing nature.
Keeping in step with the Ambassador, Z'tel examines the strange furry creatures with interest, evaluating their pattern and tuning to the Hammer of Hylax. "These are suitable creatures to match your desire for companionship?" They enquire in their buzz-like telepathic voice before stepping closer to one of the creatures, their movements slow and calm.
With their swarming nanites natural buzz reduced and their weight pressing slightly less upon the ground they crouch and try to entice one of the creatures to them with a morsel of food.
Unfortunately the small beasts seem put off by the more machine than chitin Shirren.
Tried's eyes widen, his skin taking on a few bright spots of pink in surprise. "Wow, you went that far with the procedure? Was your injury that bad? I could only stand a third of my body being mechanized... Personally, I fear that their programming would never be able to replicate my personality. Sure sufficiently advanced machines can have souls, but are these nanites sufficiently advanced enough for that? If instead they only took a copy of the structures of my body before tearing it down an rebuilding, what happens to my sentience during the time that I've been deconstructed? I'd rather not have to find out." He gives a shiver, visible ripples moving along his skin, as his coloration takes on a more somber quality. "Our injuries were apparently extensive - though we only vaguely recall the circumstances in which we acquired it. Apparently the only parts that were salvageable were parts of our torso and head." they shrug in a ripple of movement. "I understand your reticence - but we are unfortunately not qualified to discuss the nature of the soul, we feel like ourselves, though we do have gaps in our memory which are apparently due to the extensive trauma suffered." When the Ambassador enters, Z'tel stands rigid once more and offers a deep bow in recognition of their status in welcome. "Greetings, We are Z'tel, humble servant of the Illuminator." Z'tel calmly assesses their charge - for one that professes to hate violence she seemed to be carrying a rather lethal symbol of Office - were it to represent building they might understand but it was too large for that. Listening to their requests, they commit them to memory and shrug. "Your lists seems acceptable and should not cause us too many concerns." Z'tel responds to the Ambassador. "I have not spent too much time on the Station myself in recent years but yes let us go to Jatembe Park." Waiting for the Ambassador to step out of the room, they fall into step just behind the Hammer, forming a protective ward for the Hammer.
As Ironscar replies, Z'tel tilts their head slightly, examining the softly shifting and vibrating scales of the imposing warrior. They nod at their response before looking quizzically at 'Luck'. "Hmm yes, it would seem so - how fortuitous that we should all meet here." they reply, before pondering a moment to consider their answer to the Gnome's question. "Our strengths come from the machines making up 83.6% of our body - they are versatile and we use them for combat, our very body becoming a Weapon when the needs arise - though we do have a rifle should that not suffice." They move to one of the room's settees and take a seat, more refined than the Gnome's own motion, their Nanite's moving to support their weight in a different area. "Our skills outside of direct confrontation stem from our time within the Pact World's Naval forces. We are familiar with the inner workings of Starships as well as piloting them - with Reconnaissance being our specialism."
Z'tel turns to face the Vesk soldier, their form shifting slightly as they do - almost making it look like they have reformed to face them rather than turned. They pause to consider the question before answering, their telepathic voice buzzing softly. "The Illuminator is also known as Sarenrae - I was once a Soldier, but injuries suffered caused me to undergo an experimental procedure similar to 'Luck' there." their voice becomes almost reverent. "During my fight for life, I received a vision from the Sun Goddess to illuminate my path forwards. What brings you here?" They turn to greet the Dr. and Quartermaster - taking in the soft vibrations from each with their twitching antennae - it seems they were surrounded by very similar creatures.
Marching into the Briefing room shortly after the energetic Vesk is a Humanoid figure in cloth of gold robes with tapered sleeves that end halfway down the forearm - sleek Ivory armour engraved with golden star constellations is visible at the robes opening as well as the forearms and lower legs, Encompassing their feet and hands. The figure’s hood is up and they wear a mask to match the armour and a golden scarf around their neck gives them a desert dweller appearance. Upon the rear of the robe is a sun and sword Icon picked out in silver thread. As they move, their body subtly shifts and vibrates as if it was made up of individual insects swarming underneath their armour rather than a solid chitin and bone. The silhouette of their figure reveals them to be a Shirren and they snap to attention much like Ironscar before speaking, their telepathic voice projecting with a soft buzzing noise akin to the wings of a wasp or bee. ”Captain, fellow Agents - We are Z’tel. The Illuminator has guided our steps and so we are here to assist you in this endeavour.” they bow elegantly, seeming to fold rather than bend. They the. Pick up the datapad and begin to read the dossier. ”We are content with the details of out assignment - the Ambassador will not come to harm” |
