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Upon landing Maverick dons his Mask of the Mantis. The large sensors on the helmet give it a bug eyed look and the communication antenna rising from the the helmet's forehead also contribute to its insect like appearance.
Over the team's comm channel. "Everybody keep your distance. We aren't here to get caught up in the conflict between the Vesk and the Azlanti. Wait Katrina, come back here. What are you doing!"
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Neroo disguise herself as a simple human and have her armor look very basic.
Better if the Aeon's throne doesn't send more trooper here. and we need to help the civilian! says Neroo through telepathy.
She follows Cathrina and tries to defuse the tension between the two groups.
She says in perfect Azlanty and then Vesk Please, there is children and senior citizen here! Keep the peace, please. We just all want to live in peace.
Katrina gets involved - despite the objections of Maverick. The Azlanti seem to react somewhat well to the interference Finally some decent humans one says, looking at Katrina and... somewhat suspiciously at Neroo.
The Vesk leader is still adamant, seeing a reaction to the insult as a matter of pride, and looks to be very displeased by the interference.
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Diplomacy
"No one is 'yielding' to anyone, but this ain't the time and place" Roquefort points around the square "Settling a matter of honour here is going to hit a lot of people who aren't involved. Let's not have any street-beefs crushing businesses and harming bystanders, plenty of space for you to play elsewhere - then play as rough as you like"
in vesk - "And when you do, hit them with the full might of Damaritosh"
The moment is tense for a moment, with the muscular vesk leader staring down Maverick and Roquefort. For a moment it looks like he is going to whip out his doshko and go head to head with the Starfinders, but then he breaks into a grin and slap Roquefort on the back Hah! I like this one! And you! he says pointing to Maverick It's a strong ship! We'll meet you in battle one day!
With the tension diffused, the merchants standing around breathe a sigh of relief. Mohaul comes out of hiding You've certainly done us a great favour here, you've earned my thanks for that. You've drawn a lot of attention to yourself, though, you should probably get out before... eh... the fruit spoils.
At tthe dock, it doesn’t take long to examine the fruit and find a button embedded just under the its artificial shell. Pressing the button causes the fruit to click open, revealing in each fruit an Azlanti Star Empire ID card and Empire-coded credstick with about 1,500 credits on it. One of the fruits has a passcode with a label 'Forlorn Departure'
The Forlorn Departure is a Destined Traveler model, a simple merchant class ship with minimal weapon and defensive systems.
As the group moves around the dock, two Aeon Guards approach the ship, guns in hand. “Where do you think you’re going?” one asks rudely.
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Carlos sighs. During the first tense situation, as soon as everything started, he walked a hundred meters away, sat on the roof of one of the houses, deftly and quickly climbing the wall with the help of tentacles, took out a sniper rifle from a violin case and prepared to cover the group's retreat. This time there was no such option. He just takes a couple of steps back and prepares to destroy the minds of these azlanti with his magic. However, there are negotiators in the team - perhaps they can still cope with this without blood... Or it will be as Roquefort said.
Well, let's see some papers, all of you. And your ship, I will need the registration papers the guard says while the second is impatiently tapping his baton.
After a bit of further harassment, the guards break into a smile and confirm what Roquefort knew all along hah, we're just joking with you, we had you good there, didn't we? In fact, they didn't, not for a second.
Go on, you're cleared to depart! the guards says, much more jovial than before.
On board the ship, the group finds the navigation computer already has coordinates pre-entered for Eronesse on New Thespera.
It's three days of travel deeper into Azlanti territory. New Thespera from orbit is a complicated grid of landmasses, massive structures, and floating vehicles. Warships of various sizes form an intimidating mesh in patches of the planet’s orbit. There’s not much time to absorb the sight of the planet before a gravelly voice flatly intones over the ship’s comms, “State your business and registration number.”
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During the travel, Neroo reconfigures her drone to look more like an Azlanti drone rather than a Pact World one. She also connects into the local infosphere to learn the last news and state of fashion of the Empire to make sure to not do any faux-pas and adjusts her disguise.
Once arrived, she lets Maverick do the talking.