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Thanks a lot Shifty, had lots of fun!

Zahvos thinks for a while before replying. "I agree with Astran. The Society doesn't need negative publicity right now, and doesn't need to be restricted in its freedom of action. Now more than ever."

Zahvos lowers his pistol with a surprised air to his face. "Done already? Great work Astran!"

He takes out a flask from his pocket and takes a swig before passing it around. "Here's to Swarm hunting! Let's just make sure everything's really dead before departing."

Zahvos turns to the gangers, his pistol still pointed at the creature.

"Fine timing for an entry, there!" he positions himself next to door to shield himself from attacks while speaking. "Mind giving us a hand? I'll buy the next round!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 7 + (2) = 14 oof

Escaping the potentially very painful experience, Zahvos wipes his brow and thanks the Kiirinta. "Phew. Much obliged, Helix."

He then goes to stand behind the dragonborn as he opens the door, taking out his pistol. "Go on, we're behind you."

Zahvos walks up to a pile of greenish sacs, and tries to look through the translucent envelope. "Don't know much about the Swarm. Are those eggs? Or food?" A soft squish makes the dockworker look down, where he has stepped on the fleshy cabling.

"Shall we try to follow it? Maybe it will lead to a nest or something."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Zahvos holsters his pistol and puts his hands on his knees, panting.

"Phew... All right... Should be... good for now..."

The dockworker sits down on a nearby crate and looks at the biomass spread on the walls. "Seems we hit a hot spot. Let's be careful not to let them get the jump on us."

10 minutes rest also

Zahvos takes a guarded step back and takes a shot at the yellow creature.

Attack, Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Damage, E: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Zahvos, bracing for the incoming burst of energy, directs his teammates to attack the orange creature and fires at it.

Get 'Em on orange

Attack, Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8
Damage, E: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Zahvos points at the blue Swarm creature.

"Let's focus fire! Let's Get 'Em!"

+1 against blue

Raising his pistol, he fires at the designated creature.

Attack, Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 1 = 18
Damage, E: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Zahvos takes his head in his hands and exclaims, panicked: "Ah! The Swarm!! Get it out, get it out!"

He stumbles towards his teammates, then tries to take a shot at the blue creature.

Attack, Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Damage, E: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Zahvos strides up to Astran and points the red-scaled Swarm creature.

"Here they are! Let's get them!"

Get 'Em on red

Apologies for the delay

Zahvos, who already had a hand on his pistol, moves quickly into the room and draws the weapon.

Double move

Zahvos picks up the two serums of healing. "Anyone want those? I already have two on me in case anything happens to one of us."

He puts his pistol back in its holster and kneels at a respectful distance from a dissolving corpse. "Anyone's guess, but let's make sure they come back with the least victims posssible."

Zahvos encourages his allies yet again:

"We got it! Don't let the bug go!"

Renewing Get 'Em

The dockworker tries getting a shot at the creature when Ombonth gets out of his fire lane.

Attack with cover
Attack, Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage, E: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Zahvos, getting closer to the creature, points at it and yells: "There it is! Let's Get 'Em !"

Move 30 ft, then Get 'Em on swarm creature (+1 to hit)

Zahvos, seeing Astran point the creature, takes his pistol from his belt and removes the safety.

Zahvos sighs. "And here I thought I'd get out of warehouses for a bit. Well, let's proceed!"

Zahvos shares what he knows about Fogtown and gets up.

"Agreed, let's move out. Thanks for the help."

Ready!

Zahvos observes the medical procedure attentively and seems impressed. He nervously paces around and drums his fingers on his arm nervously.
"Wow, great job! This halfling was in pretty bad shape."

He then follows Del and tries to recall anything about Fogtown.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Zahvos leans back in his chair.

Alright, time to be upfront with this.

As the Six-Tip members consider Helix's offer, he adds: "We're Starfinders. The reason the authorities are not here right now is because we've been put on the case to avoid a station-wide panic. Suffice to say we could pull some strings if you give us info - and if you don't." He nudges a shoulder towards Helix. "As my friend is saying, we have multiple talents. Maybe we can make a trade?"

Zahvos casts a nervous glance at his companions and clears his throat seeing as none of them seem about to talk.

What was that click? An audio recorder? An alert button? A bomb?!? Ohhh... Calm down Zahvos... Calm down...

He begins speaking in a low voice: "You are members of the Six-Tip, right? We're investigating the Swarm creatures that have escaped Zelrai's ship." Zahvos puts his elbows on the table to steady himself. "Camera footage shows a few of you have got out of the fight. We're looking for any leads regarding the current whereabouts of those creatures. Anything that might help us track them down." He pauses to let the information sink in, then continues in a more confident tone, raising his hands: "Now, we're not looking for culprits or anything, just to destroy the Swarm. If you tell us what you guys know, we might be inclined to throw in a good word for you when this is all over. What do you say?"

Diplomacy, Expertise: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 7 + (3) = 27

Zahvos gladly accepts the replacement drink and waves off the offer for accommodation. Without waiting for a reply, he sits down next to the people.

"No worries, we don't want any trouble." he begins with a smile. "If you're actually the people we're looking for, we might need some help. We just have a few questions and we'll be on our way."

Diplomacy, Expertise: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + (3) = 13 The dice roller is angry

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Oh yeah

As the others look around, another patron bumps into Zahvos, who chokes on his whiskey. The dockworker erupts in a hearty coughing fit that sends alcohol flying two tables farther. After a few seconds, he takes a deep breath, wipes his mouth with his sleeve and smiles at the outraged customers innocently.

"Sorry! That's enough alcohol for me, alright!"

Very hectic week, apologies for the short and far between posts. I should be alright posting enough still, but if that's not the case feel free to bot me.

Zahvos, having grabbed a whiskey at the bar, heads to where Astran is having a conversation and overhears the patron talking to the Kasatha.

Sense Motive, Expertise: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 4 + (2) = 15

He quietly sips his drink, trying to figure out the guy.

Zahvos takes a look at the building for an instant, then follows Astran to the door.

"Not the kind of establishment I usually go to, but duty calls!"

Diplomacy, Expertise: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 7 + (1) = 21

Zahvos nods at Astran's excellent summary of the Six-Tip.

"Agreed. It's the logical place to start."

The dockworker turns to Fitch and Ziggy. "Don't worry, we'll sort this out!"

Only boon I'll be slotting is Starfinder Insignia

As the summoned Starfinders arrive at the docking bay, they find a tall man standing by the shuttle chewing his nails nervously. As soon as he catches a glimpse of his soon-to-be teammates, a warm smile appears over his face, he slicks his hair and extends a calloused hand in a swish of soft-colored garments.

"Nice to meet you!" he begins amiably. "I am Zahvos Corvus. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"

The man turns back to the shuttle and uneasily clears his throat.

"I... I suppose we have to take the shuttle? Alright then..."

Ooooooh, I was hoping we wouldn't have to leave Absalom Station. Space travel makes me sick. At least we don't have to use Drift travel. *shudder* Oh well Zahvos, price to pay for a more exciting job, am I right?

**Once on the Master of Stars**

Zahvos greets Fitch, Zigvigix and the Ferran woman warmly, then takes place at the table to listen to the briefing. The man nods at the mention of Little Akiton.

"Mmhmm. I've worked there for a while. Didn't last a month before I asked to be transferred, though. Last thing I want is to be caught into any of this smuggling nonsense."

At the mention of the Swarm, Zahvos pales.

"The S-Swarm?" He wipes a bead of sweat off his brow. "Alright, I guess this will probably beat handling crates all day." He pauses for a moment, then adds: "I suppose the corpse of the Swarm creature has been cleaned up? Do we have any data on it? Possible weak spots or the like?"

Thanks for having us Shifty!

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Character Name: Zahvos Corvus
SFS ID and character number: 347661-701
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Faction: Wayfinders
Day job Roll: Profession (Dockworker): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 welp
Boons: TBD

A tall man with a calm demeanor walks into the bar, looking around at the patrons with a warm smile on his face. Sitting down, he orders a whiskey, which he enjoys for a few minutes. He then walks up to the bulletin board and posts a notice:

LOOKING FOR ASSIGNMENT

Member of the Starfinder Society looking for new assignment.
Competencies: Diplomacy, Combat assistance, others as needed.

Zahvos Corvus

Level 1 Envoy looking for a fast-paced game, or can roll up a new character if needed!

Upon entering Chiskisk's office, Zahvos bows deep.

"It has been our pleasure to accompany you during this trip. I do hope you have enjoyed you visit of Absalom Station."

The merchant returns to his teammates, grinning.
"Well done everybody! It has also been a pleasure working with you." He seems to recall something and gets his datapad out. "Oh, that's right. Better contact Perfexion's suppliers soon so we don't get any complaints!"

Thanks a lot for running this, I really had a blast! Thanks to everyone as well, I look forward to play with you all again!

Friday is perfect for me as well!

Zahvos, relieved, wipes his brow.

"Yes, it probably is time. We shall return as soon as you are ready."

Going to a LARP this weekend so I won't be able to post. Please bot me as needed.

Zahvos clears his throat and chimes in.

"As my friends have pointed out, it was an honest mistake. Our employer will pay back the cleaning expense if need be."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 7 + (5) = 14

My, what are these rolls lol

Zahvos puts himself between the angry man and Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees. He raises his hands and speaks to the human.

"We are deeply sorry for this, it was an accident." Chuckling nervously, the merchant turns to Granit-9 and mutters.

"Don't you have some kind of magic trick to dry clothes?"

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Zahvos shrugs and smiles at Baxter. "I don't know much about music halls, so lead the way! This should be interesting!"

The merchant is taken aback by Granit's slightly different tone. "Don't you like music, Granit-9? I hear we have a lot of fantastic musicians here on Absalom Station, though I'm not a connoisseur in any way."

Gesturing towards Baxter's Squonx, Zahvos smiles to the groundskeeepers.

"See? no Squonx harmed." He begins, glancing nervously to Gamuzali headbutting a tree. He clears his throat and goes on. "We were asked by the Society to accompany a diplomat visiting Absalom Station and to fulfill his requests. One of those requests was to bring back home a Squonx. Worry not, we shall see that no rule conerning animal treatment or transport is violated."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 7 + (2) = 27

Zahvos walks up to them, hands raised.

"Please, wait! No harm will come to them!" He shows the Starfinder insignia sewn on his breast. "This is Starfinder Society business. Let us calm a Squonx, and we will explain what this is all about."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (14) + 7 + (4) = 25

Zahvos stops for a moment and ponders Kharos' words.

"That's a good point. Let me see if there are some regulations for animal export." The merchant whips out a datapad and begins going through legal documents, trying to concentrate amidst the cries of the furry beasts and his teammates alike.

Profession (Dockworker): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"Might be a good idea to make sure Squonxes are not subject to... Uhh... Behavioural problems or such."

"Ah! There they are! Catch one!"
Zahvos directs his teammates towards the Squonxes sprouting out of the nest, while drawing his baton to defend himself, if need be.

Draw Baton, Get 'Em on first Squonx to get out (+1 on attack rolls)

Zahvos, not quite in his element, tries to run down a nearby Squox.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 5

After a few minutes he stops, exhausted, and pants heavily.

"A pet?" Zahvos echoes, puzzled. He scratches his beard and adds: "I guess we could visit a pet shop. Did you have any idea of the kind of pet you are looking for?"

Zahvos puffs for a bit, then turns back to Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees.

"Please forgive this incident. As my friend Gamuzali was saying, with large settlements come some more... rebellious elements. Not to worry, though! Did you have something else in mind, Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees?"

Sorry for the delay, it's a pretty hectic week for me. I'll try to post later today, please bot me as needed otherwise.

Reflex DC15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Zahvos puts his hands in front of his face, but the grenade takes full effect and he is momentarily disoriented. Shaking his head, he catches a glimpse of the mall rat running away with a shopping bag and points at him.

"He has a bag! Get him before he runs away!"

Get 'Em on mall rat 1, everyone gets +1 to attack rolls against him

Zahvos follows suit and offers to take a few bags.

"Here, let me help."

Zahvos takes 2 bags and is not encumbered yet

Culture, DC18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

The dockworker smiles at Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees. "I'm glad you are enjoying your dessert. I do hope we can make up for that unfortunate incident with the rest of our visit."

Zahvos nods at the mention of the Freemarkets.
"Yes, the Freemarkets are a pretty popular destination for shopping." A sly grin appears on his face "But," He begins "I know of a much better place that should have everything you need. It is also much less crowded. Shall I lead you there, Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees?"

All good, trouble is fun to play out too anyway! Let me say that I'm really having a blast so far with you all!