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"I'm sure what my esteemed colleague meant to say was "then tell our employer" who will tell you what they chose to since they are paying for this mission ... and at our discretion, we will share the information with the Starfinder Society as well, who may also choose to tell both entities, or the authorities, whatever they choose to."

Zephyr smiles, somewhat, in a way that doesn't seem like smiling

"What I will share, openly, is that I hope no part of this investigation is time sensitive. As a group, we have gained nothing of value meeting with either claimant, so I hope what needs to be found is frozen in space and that this hasn't put completion of our contract at risk."

Zephyr does his best to smile in the face of 'diversity' the result looking a touch more like a grimace ...

"We're so thankful for the time invested in making this holo for us ... please, do send us a copy? We'll reach out after we've returned to the station once our findings are filed with the Starfinder Society."

Dirk Gently looks at Zephyr with an appropriate approving application of applause.

That actually is a great idea. Best we get our facts prior to having them polluted by both parties personal perspectives.

The Dirindi points in a general direction!
To space!

"Seriously tho, I think we should send out regrets, from space, to both parties, and let them know that we would be happy to suggest to the ambassador that all interested parties be on hand to hear our findings."

"Very true: so we either do both so that we can claim to be impartial (and that whoever was first was just geography), or we do neither and get to the task at hand (again so that we can be impartial, and also claim to be driven by our goals and contracts, not politics). I am more in favor of getting to the Rock. We can chat with these folks upon our return."

<For sure not the whole truth, but kind of like we learned at school, the truth is the sum of its parts, and the real skill of finding the truth lies in discerning whether you have all the parts. How could it hurt for us to hear more of the parts? So Bluerise Tower, shuttle bay, out to the Armada, off to the Drift Rock ... sound like a plan?>

Zeph threw his comm unit on the bed, he had some welcome gifts from his employer, and he was extremely excited to see what they had in store for him!

"Ah, directly to my prior question, so yes, there are items we might not otherwise salvage. Understood, I'm sure we can recover it."

"I am favorably inclined towards this endevour now, although I do hope that the Embassy will take care of our transportation needs in this matter; I am also going to assume that any and all findings during this mission can be claimed by us as a group: there is no cargo or property which falls outside the law of salvage, correct? We thank you for your care and thoughtfulness allowing us to help with this."

"Availability of? If they're asking us to do this for fun, our answer should be 'no thank you'"

For those who had played the game as children, Zephyr certainly qualified as "stiff as a board" ... "light as a feather" not so much. He clearly showed his discomfort surrounded by nonlife.

"There can be no argument there, we are absolutely perfectly positioned. At the moment, we have the presentation of desired tasks and outcomes; should not our consideration include the remunertion we would receive for these tasks and outcomes? I think it should."

Zephyr smiles, none of this was out of the ordinary.
Now.
All these year ... after the Gap.



But if the stories were to be believed, back in the day, pretty much no one would have tolerated an embassy of the undead in the middle of a city. Yes there were rumours of a country on old Golarion which had been ruled by undead creatures, but now, Eox was Eox, and this was business as usual.

"Seems like it's showtime Starfinders. Shall we proceed?"

I'll be naming the character Ix.

Ix seems a bit out of sorts, often staring into nothingness. As if looking at something that isn't really there. Maybe even striking up a conversation with said 'nothing'

But he is a good listener. Good and friendly manners. Some may think he's reserved, but he is rather thinking on what to say that would fit the conversation. Not wanting to seem rude

He likes different foods of different races. Though his own cooking skill is much to be desired. Easiest way to draw him into a conversation is to discuss food

In which case, we will probably need to draw him OUT of conversation with Dirk, because interestingly enough, food is one of the great ways to get the Corporate Captivator to be quiet.

CULTURE: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
DIPLO(C): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

As transit happens in a very large black Rebu, Zephyrr telepathica;y relays all of this information to his colleagues so that they will be completely up to speed. The Castrovelian Castigator captures culture like no one's business!

Dirk Gently busily secures his tie, straightens his trusty hat and tests the elasticity of his suspenders. Smiling at his appearance in the mirror, the Three eyed Dirindi finishes his morning preparations before departing his temporary lodgings at the nice, if cost efficient motel procured by Zephyr.

Having received his invitation to procure his standard PR package set up: Influencer account, pre-recorded voice promos, holo-measurements, the basics of his virtual model, and a standard public "intro" set up, while not necessarily grueling, but involved and occasionally tedious, it did allow for the Holistic Detective to finally finish level 2 of Donkey Kong. Also further good fortune, he got his choice of color for the drone cam, and VI personality for his calendar!

He chose Fuchsia and Zo!

Walking out of his appointment at its conclusion, Dirk text the Level 21 crew representative back a smiley face.

A mere 12 minutes later, the Holistic Detective can be seen eating tacos standing at a taco cart, while reading the recent news of the Infosphere.....

Munching on his third taco, Dirk absently daps at his chin. To the taco cart vendor he inquires
Ever hear of Elysium Holdings? Sounds like a great investment...

I'll continue after others posts before going to the Two days later....

Walking up behind Dirk, excited to get his mouth into a taco, the Castrovelian Castigator exclaims: "Great investment!?!? You have NO idea my friend ... they're genius! Remember how I said I did some tutoring on the side during school? Bunch of rich kids, and sometimes their parents? Yeah, well, details aren't important, BUT, there was this one time, and wow, being a "plus one" does not always suck. I went to the opening of one of EH's first properties, like 4 years ago. I was underage ... well, to drink I mean, but the place was beyond spectacular. Makes that awesome place we were booked here on the station seem like a trailer park, or "cart park" or whatever they would have called it on old Golorian."

"OMG, we should call our companies! Maybe we can do promo spots there! During the opening!!!"

EARLY BIRDS: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Anyone who knows Zeph knows his passion for Castrovel ... but that doesn't make him an "influencer" yet by any stretch. Yeah, sure, he had the obligitory fake holo-blurs of the elven homelands in his posts & posdcasts, but reach, no, reach he hasn't really tried to create yet.

He will though.

Understanding the drive to follow the thread to its end, Chiskisk acknowledges the Dirindi and his determination. "It does, and it will. At this p̶̼̚oint, the information will b̶̳͋e b̷̝̿rought forward according to the laws of Absalom station, with the evidence p̶̬̋rosecuted and the case judged." A shift of antennae belies their dissatisfaction. "...Eventually."

That admission is ground out and their professional demeanor cracks momentarily.

"To follow this higher is to p̵̐ͅlace unwanted illumination on yourselves. I would not rule out attemp̴͆͜ts to make your injury or deaths seem as if an accident, should you make yourselves enough of a nuisance. I do not recommend, endorse, or condone such a p̵̤̐ursuit without sufficient cause and b̴͚̉acking."

"In that case, we should take our leave with profound gratitude for the trust you placed in us; we will await further word at your convenience."

It's pretty fair commentary Cleb, no worries. I think PbP is great for what it's great for, but I set my calendar for my VTT games. I know you meant in person and 4hrs FtF, but the reality is, even with PbP, if any of us were giving 4 hours a week total, the party would be on Castrovel by now. I share that opinion as a guilty party NOT in any way blameless.

Was a really hard transition back to work, only to have that be 60 days for my position to be eliminated. Kinda sucked (kinda), but I do have time now to recommmitt.

That said, I'm also going to say that I kinda of revile coming to these boards at this point. I get that I might be the only one who likes Discord, but I'm not going to use Paizo's neolithic technology to get notifications about games. I'm just not. Sit here scratching flint and steel to use RSS feeds. LOL no thanks.

But if people want to post here, and then say something in Discord, so that I do actually get a notification, on my phone where my life happens, I would be glad to put it down and come over here and post.

I came here tonight specifically to go look for the reference to the place where the characters were told Starfinders get a discount, to rent Zeph a suite for a week or so, and move things at least a little forward. Give the guy an address so that his new employer can send him stuff. Now I've typed 5 paragraphs that aren't related to that but I'm glad to have typed them. Gonna take my own advice too ... sorry if it's late whereever you all might be.

862.5 ea :)

Prettry sure the spreadsheet was blessed, just need to make it officially distributed I think.

"Let's set up some ways to keep in touch since our different jobs will soon be taking us in many different directions. We should continue building the friendships we have established."

While the player knows the PCs will be continuing to work together, Sparks does not know that.

"Sparks, I could not agree more. Good thinking."

Sparks is grateful for a good night's sleep, knowing the fledgling group has worked well together and accomplished something important not only for the group but for the larger actors of the station.

At breakfast, he breaks the news that he has been offered and has accepted an opportunity to become a product representative for Solar Dawn Foundries.

"Not unlike my own good fortune friend, congratulations!"

"Friends, I want it all. All of this. I think we should reach out to the L21 team and tell them we want them to run our new club. I also think that we can get their help fencing all of these things; who knows, maybe they will even offer us a better price on some of it. Now that we have the beginning of this mess sorted out, I also think we should speak to Chiksek in the morning. Who knows, maybe we will become Starfinders after all!"

Sparks does not have the proficiencies to use the rifle or the grenades (I suspect none of us do, given we are all solarians). The quick release sheath armor upgrade certainly should go to someone who has armor with an upgrade slot. Sparks' armor has 1 upgrade slot. We should also keep the UPBs for when someone can make use of them.

As Dirk said, healing items should be taken.

We could have each person who wants any non credits item to roll a d20 and let highest roll take first pick.

1d20

Totally agree on this and the split mechanics. Not sure there is going to be any competition, and we could allocate a portion of the cash to just buying healing stuff if that seemed helpful to people

My vote is still for money

"It would seem that we can all afford to keep our lights on for a moment. Anything on that Dirk?"


Zeph doesn't even have Computers as trained, speaking of which ... did 2nd Level just happen!?

REFsav: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
SHOCKsav: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"You people are ba$tard people; I hate your a$$ ... face. My grandparents said I didn't have to be merciful to non-elves because of the whole Gap thing, well, this time, I'm going to do it their way!"

Zeph looks around for a medpac

-6hp

Zephyr, never one to shrink from a fight, steps out from behind the trifecta in blue to get a clear shot; "I may not know what HR means, but cracklin' rose here is like a store bought woman, and you've lit him up like a guitar hummin'"

ZephShot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zeph, worried about the Blue-Eyed Holistic Detective, races to position himself behind Dirk before the fight continues!

Several of us are on there, including DM
If you want to add me I am: ian_andrew_troi

In other reall life news, today was Day 3 of my return to work ... after almost a year and a half unemployed. If I'm a little spotty, discord me a heads-up? Thanks everyone.

Sparks strides into the room unabashed by their words. He lets his energy attunement reach its maximum. His mote sparks ominously. "We might respect your rules if you hadn't murdered Duravor Kreel at the space docks. We insist on having words with your leader." He reveals the club and laser pistol he had been keeping behind his back, to emphasize his seriousness.

[dice=Intimidate]1d20 + 4

Zeph absolutely follows Sparks; activating his solar flare so that his right hand is wreathed in darkness.

Zephyr, having gone to a different bartender, doesn't acknowledge the arrival of his drink as he stretches his thoughts out to Sparks: "I am watching. While your progress looks good so far, that could change. You're doing great."

Zeph takes a deep breath, and let's things warm up at the door before walking in, using a little presitidigitation to clean himself up.

Zeph is going to take one down, it's in his eyes ...

SOLAR FLARE w/Z-Boson Shard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 131d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 (CRIT=push 5')

Zephyr, clearly, is incensed. Unlike anything his colleaugues have seen before. The cold rippling off of his solar flare seems colder somehow. There was no way that the elf would give quarter to these bouncers now.

SOLAR FLARE w/Z-Boson Shard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 (CRIT=push 5')

If I could think of a few more things to roll badly I would post them ...

Is that a thing? Do I need to do something?

Walking up JUST in the nick of time, Zephyr starts to do that thing he does [some might say bluff ... others might say throw money around]

"Gentlemen, gemtlemen, gentlemen. Does it need to be this way? Like NEED? My instincts say that it doesn't. Watch this ..."

Zeph proceeds to snatch Sparks' 10 credits, and using psychokinesis, floats the meager cred stick out over the crowd, which while not going wild, is entranced, each wondering where it will alight, hoping they'll catch it.

"Now that little thing was obviously a teaser, right? What can anyone do with 10 credits, right? Ask directions? Buy a petrified street rat from old Golarion? Who knows really. I for sure do not."

Zephyr then brandishes TWO cred sticks of 100cr each.

"But imagine the crowd reacting to these. Imagine the crowd stampeding each other to get one of these cred sticks, knowing they could pay their rent for a week, knowing they could also not pay their rent and be drunk for a week. Do we really want things to get THAT messy!? Really!? Because these creds stick float just as easily as the little one ... and they can float their way to each of you if this issue you all were having could end quietly and my friends, who were supposed to be waiting for me already, could simply go inside while you wrap this up with me."

"Ah. So it needs to be THAT way. Understood. Zero credits paid. All good. Which of you wants to go down first?"

Only his comrades know that the shard in his hand isn't 'just' a crystal ... and it is quickly obscured by the obsidian energy Zephyr conjures around his hand.
He fires at the bouncer who attacked Dirk. He smiles as the area gets colder.

SOLAR FLARE w/Z-Boson Shard: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9

Thank goodness I took the Solar Flare. I'll get that fired up.

Walking up JUST in the nick of time, Zephyr starts to do that thing he does [some might say bluff ... others might say throw money around]

"Gentlemen, gemtlemen, gentlemen. Does it need to be this way? Like NEED? My instincts say that it doesn't. Watch this ..."

Zeph proceeds to snatch Sparks' 10 credits, and using psychokinesis, floats the meager cred stick out over the crowd, which while not going wild, is entranced, each wondering where it will alight, hoping they'll catch it.

"Now that little thing was obviously a teaser, right? What can anyone do with 10 credits, right? Ask directions? Buy a petrified street rat from old Golarion? Who knows really. I for sure do not."

Zephyr then brandishes TWO cred sticks of 100cr each.

"But imagine the crowd reacting to these. Imagine the crowd stampeding each other to get one of these cred sticks, knowing they could pay their rent for a week, knowing they could also not pay their rent and be drunk for a week. Do we really want things to get THAT messy!? Really!? Because these creds stick float just as easily as the little one ... and they can float their way to each of you if this issue you all were having could end quietly and my friends, who were supposed to be waiting for me already, could simply go inside while you wrap this up with me."

BLUFF: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 = 20
INTIM: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
DIPLO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

As before, Sparks suggests entering individually rather than in a group, with similar appearance to the night before and different from the incident at the space dock.

Zeph will head in last

Sparks wants to force a confrontation, as he believes it will be the only way to get the information they need. His plan is to attend the club again, watch for when the door to the store room opens and determine, if possible whether it is locked. Then have everyone migrate to the door and enter the storeroom. If the door is locked, then wait for someone to enter or leave. If not locked, then just enter and deal with whatever muscle they bring to bear, hoping to win and then intimidate the leader, assuming his or her presence, to give up evidence they committed the attack on Duravor.

Zeph totally endorses this plan.

Zem settles in to her new room easily, honestly feeling more at home in the modest setting that more closely resembled the academy dorms. Knocking on Zeph's door, she thanks him again and reminds him. "We're supposed to be reimbursed for expenses, so don't forget to submit to the Society."

She spends some time before they return to the club to get a read on anyone among the Kings who might be disgruntled with the new management.
[dice=Diplomacy to Gather Info]1d20+7

"It is a small thing, and a pleasure, truly. For me, and understand this could also be a telepathic overtone I picked up, I thought the director meant that the 200cr we each reaceived was a sign-on amount which included expenses. Nuance maybe, but we can certainly clear things up when we get to the bottom of this case."

He smiles at Zemfira, adding, "I am happy to come add some color to your room as well if you would like. I will change it all back when we depart of course."

For his part, Zephyr could only smile at the notions of (and homage shown) to Castrovel; the 2nd planet didn't always get equitable representation, and it was really nice for him to see.

Zeph didn't have a problem with "warm classroom chic" either, which is to say, "warm classroom chic" didn't last long. There was absolutely no reason to have trained so long with his Lashuntan mentors if he wasn't going to use minor magic whenever he could. So he did. It wasn't exactly art as much as an explosion of color. All things considered, he knew he could change it whenever he wanted, and it made him smile to look at it.

He prayed his thanks to Yuelral that everything was laundered one last time as well; he was ready to go tonight, and exicted to get some new intel from the Downside Kings.

Yes

I think we should just return and try to get into that store room and back room and see what happens.

Fair enough - we are solarians, it's practically like being Spartan!

Alright then.

So our strategy is to re-enter the club, sneak into the back and search for clues, connections, evidence, foreshadowing and, perhaps, beat Solarian style some unobtrusive gangsters without totally alerting the actual front of house as it were...

Ok!

or do exactly what we did on Level 21 ... attract a little attention, ask some irritating questions, get taken to the Downside Kinds leadership, rough them up if we need to ... done

I have doubts as to starting a combat inside the club. If we can somehow make it into the back then perhaps we could ol' school hobo folks we run into....

To me this is one of those "take me to your leader" moments; somewhere in the club there is an office, and if we're pushy enough, we'll get taken there, probably unguarded since they won't know that we're a viable threat

I'm goping to be honest, I am so confused on the cash thing; to me it seems like there is some kind of disconnect, like starting pathfinder characters all having more caltrops than they have common sense. I couldn't find anything to spend credits on in character gen, so Zeph just spent his stipend so that everyone could have an address for the next 7 days. Is there something we need? I am really confused. Everyone got 200cr that they (except for Zephyr) haven't spent. Do we need to loan each other money? I bought Zeph a skipshot pistol specifically only for subterfuge; aren't solarian weapons meant to give solarians a starting point that's equal to or better than normal armament?

In the morning, Zeph wakes early to have one more order of his favorite Castrovellian delicacies; then gets onto a terminal. He makes a 7 day reservation for 4 small suites at the Moons of Sleep, informs his employer of his new address, and then messages his colleagues.

”Friends, a small gift: I have booked lodging for us, for the next 7 days. As much as I hate to leave the lap of luxury, the suites at the Moons of Sleep where Chichiks referred us are quite adequate, and not expensive for Starfinders. Preferable I would think to simply squatting at the deceased’s apartment. The reservations are ready for us whenever you are prepared to check out. From there, we can plan our next foray to the Fusion Queen. See you soon, ZEPH”

Zephyr summons all of the elven arrogance that he can muster to ensure that the bouncers know that he's "someone" ...

INTIM: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
BLUFF: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12