[GR] Kingmaker

[Consumer]

Kingmaker

Time/Date: 9:33 AM (Center Standard Time); 10/05/5023 (Center Reckoning)
Location: Corkscrew Galaxy, Orbit; Dextros III, Dextros System.
Weather: Space
Mission Notes
Other Notes:

"This is the Rogue. We have stock to trade. Request landing permission and docking instruction."

Glitch's response and the timely sending of the ships identification codes, takes a few moments. "Where is your intended destination?" The traffic controller responds. Glict quickly lets them know their intended destination is Misandri Valley. "Received, please have your cargo manifest ready upon landing. Traffic control out." The controller says before cutting out. A digital package arrives giving the rogue flight instructions and a point of landing in the Misandri Valley.

As the ship is heading to it's docking spot the group continues to converse about it's possible plan, which gets a response that is not unexpected from Bryke, who has on many occasions noted his disdain and unwillingness to deal with slavers. The ship enters a barren rocky valley and follows the terrain for a short while before coming upon the Mining facility. It appears that much of the facility is underground, with a few very industrial towers breaching the cold vacuum of the planets surface. The docking instructions bring the Rogue to a large opening in the rock face of one of the canyon walls, and through an environmental shield to a large underground cavern converted into a docking bay. Several bulk haulers and a few smaller ships are currently docked, giving the field a cluttered look. The rogue sets down and a small cart with three people arrive a minute or so later, a human, a dwarf, and a Wulfen. They are all wearing company branded coveralls, while human is wearing some form of light armor, and bearing a sidearm.

Mungo is the first one out of the ship, eager to explore, or at the very least tired of the same walls. He can see the look of confusion on the dwarven dock officials face as he eyes the ramshackle gunboat that is the Rogue. "Excuse me, is this a cargo vessel, and if so, do you have the cargo manifest?" The dwarf asks. "Are you the captain of this vessel?" The dwarf asks as a follow up question. From what little of the area Mungo has seen, it's pretty obvious that this is a corporate owned facility, with likely some manner of CCW oversite, given they're general control of the system.

What are your Intentions?

Butcher’s Bill
Bryke:
Pertinax: -14 I.S.P.
Az Rael:
Glitch:
Yates:
Trorrie:
Mungo:

[Pertinax]

Perception (36%) 1d100: [89] = 89
JiC 1d20: [4] = 4 / 1d100: [55] = 55

Armor
Talisman of Armor of Ithan (Inactive)
Black boots
Blue pants
Blue and orange hooded jacket

Weapon
Ripper vibro-knife
Kimarxi hunting knife
HW-19 stun pistol (20/20)

Psionics
Empathic transimtion (-6 I.S.P.) 2d6: [2, 3] = 5 :00/5:00 - Trust
Total I.S.P. spent: 6

While approaching Dextros 3, Pertinax lets Glitch take the radio and reply to the port authority.

"This is the Rogue. We have stock to trade. Request landing permission and docking instruction."

He glances over at Glitch suspiciously. That is an awfully specific lie. Can you back it up? But then he shrugs it off. It's not as if he would have said something much better, but he is a judgemental prig nonetheless.

"Received, please have your cargo manifest ready upon landing. Traffic control out."

"So," Pertinax says slowly, "did you already put together a manifest?" Like I said, judgemental prig. "I suspect that like most parts of the CCW, slavery is frowned upon. But it is fine, I have lied my way out of similar predicaments."

After that, Pert briefs the rest of the team on his plan for infiltrating the Love Syndicate. It goes about as well as can be expected.

"WHAT?!?! TO ThE AbYSs WiTH ThAt!! tHIS ONE WILL NEveR BE cAPtiVE!!!"

"You would not be a captive," Pertinax replies calmly. "We just need you to be docile enough around a bunch of slavers so that they feel safe." He smiles. "At least feel safe until we do not want them to be safe anymore." The tarlok's smile is always off putting, but this time that unpleasantness is inviting.

But if Bryke is still opposed to being used as bait for the slavers, Pertinax will glance over to Trorrie and Yates. "What do you two think?"

Once that is settled, Pertinax rushes out after Mungo to encounter the dock authorities. A little man has already approached Mungo and is asking officious questions of him.

"Excuse me, is this a cargo vessel, and if so, do you have the cargo manifest?"

"It is actually a transport ship," Pertinax says just as he reaches Mungo and the dwarf. His 'gills' pulse as he catches his breath. "We ferry passengers from port to port. We have a couple that cannot pay their way, so they have agreed to be sold into indentured servitude. We heard that there are people in this area that trade in those kinds of contracts."

Pertinax uses his empathic powers to get the dwarf to trust him. This should hopefully mean that dwarf will not ask for any further documents or information about the ship. Or at the very least, he can be convinced to look the other way for a reasonable bribe.

[Trorrie]

Perception: 1d100: [86] = 86 /29%
JIC: 1d20: [18] = 18 / 1d100: [83] = 83
Conditions: Mind Block Auto-Defense. Sixth Sense Worn: Psionic Crystal Armor, sunglasses, and Phase sword, that's it.

"Why would you-?" She jumps when it's suggested they're there to deliver something that they have zero ability to even pretend to be delivering. The confirmation to have a manifest ready comes with no room to really scrounge one together either.

"No one's being sold." She turns with equal surprise to learning something new about one of these Rogues.

She goes in a hurry to make something up for cargo, not frantic, but definitely hurried in doing so. She settles on the least valuable book on her bookshelf. She even scrounges up the barest box if properly fits in, and for added detail she can barely make up, wraps it in the blankest paper she can find. She makes a dash find out what all needs to be on the box and gets it all there as right as she can in Trade Four. The rushed item is presented to the crew before the doors start opening, "Book."

Seeing as Mungo took a different initiative, she lets the talking cephalopod handle the talking for the time being.

[Mungo]

Perception vs 36% 1d100: [62] = 62
JiC 1d20: [18] = 18
JiC 1d100: [59] = 59

"Book."

Mungo looks blankly at the item presented by Torrie. He looks at it for longer and eventually says something.

"Yes, it is. It is a book... Thank you?" I'm all for random weirdness, but I have no idea why we are being shown this book... what the heck is going on with the wrap job? Does Torrie have poor fine motor skills or something?

Once outside the ship, he exchanges simple pleasantries with the customs officials before Pertinax arrives.

"We ferry passengers from port to port. We have a couple that cannot pay their way, so they have agreed to be sold into indentured servitude. We heard that there are people in this area that trade in those kinds of contracts."

Oh no... too soon Pert, too soon. He groans inwardly while maintaining a pleasant facade. Look around my dear Tarlok; this place seems to be corporate-run. It's usually best not to announce illegal intent to the mere customs box-checkers.

"Ahem, my colleague means that we have a couple of guys who want off the ship and intend to look for work in their respective fields. You see they have worked up quite a debt to the rest of the crew. I'm sure Mister Pertinax here, who has a poor grasp on the language, misspoke when he mentioned indentured servitude... I'm sure you understand."

"Are you the captain of this vessel?"

Mungo laughs.

"Moi? Heck no! I'd be a terrible Captain. The Captain is... him." Mungo gestures in the general direction of the rest of the crew. There is no fricking way I'm admitting to being Captain after Pertinax has uttered the words 'indentured servitude' to people who are, nominally at least, CCW officials.

[Pertinax]

<Rolls carry>

"Ahem, my colleague means that we have a couple of guys who want off the ship and intend to look for work in their respective fields. You see they have worked up quite a debt to the rest of the crew. I'm sure Mister Pertinax here, who has a poor grasp on the language, misspoke when he mentioned indentured servitude... I'm sure you understand."

Pertinax glowers at Mungo but holds his tongue. He is allowed to insult you at the moment; after all, he is covering for your sloppy work.

"Yes," Pertinax says slowly, "I mispoke. I do not usually deal with the business side of the ship."

"Are you the captain of this vessel?"

"Moi? Heck no! I'd be a terrible Captain. The Captain is... him."

Pertinax stops for a moment and looks at who Mungo is pointing at. Who else could it be? You cannot trust any of these degenerates to pilot the ship, let alone play act as its captain. Then Pertinax stiffens straight and falls back on his habits as an officer in the Tarlok Imperial Army. "Yes, that would be me, Captain Pertinax."

He lowers his head down to Mungo. "Mind your rank, Mister Mungo." He then looks back to the dwarf and smiles. It is just as off-putting as when he smiled to Bryke, except this time it's more awkward than sinister. He then looks over at Mungo and explains, "Our ship's bosun, a cheeky fellow, but very astute at handling the ship's finances."

[Yates]

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Perception: [roll]d%[/roll] | 21%
JIC: [roll]1d20[/roll] | [roll]d%[/roll]
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Character Sheet
PPE: 99/99
ISP: 104/104
HP: 31/31
SDC: 110/110
Worn:

• NE-BA-26 Special Body Armor
  
  M.D.C. by Location:

  • Helmet: 50
  • Arms: 40 each
  • Legs: 50 each
  • Main Body: 90

  
  Weight: 21 lbs. for human equivalent, 35 lbs. for giant-sized.
  Modifiers: -10% to physical skills
  Features:

  • All standard NE environmental armor features (p.35-36, DB8)
  • HUD Visor Allows 6 different screens to be viewed without impairing vision.
  • Deluxe Weapons Package
    • Twin Retractable Energy Blade (Right Forearm)
      • Damage: 4D6 M.D.
    • Plasma Encased Garrote Strangle Cord (Left Wrist)
      • Damage: 5D6 M.D.C. per melee
    • Particle Beam Blaster
      • Range: 2,000'
      • Damage: 1D4x10 M.D.
      • Payload: 10 Shot (E-Clip)
    • NE-28R Micro-Missile Wrist Launcher
      • Range: 1 mile
      • Damage: 6D6 M.D.
      • Payload: 2 missiles
  • Robotic Exoskeleton
    • Robotic P.S. of 25, +4 P.P., +20 Speed, +10' to leaps, +10% to Climbing, Reduce Fatigue by 75%
    • Restrained Punch: 6D6, Punch/Kick: 1D4 M.D., Power Punch/Jump Kick: 2D4 M.D.
  • Integrated Sensor Pod
    • 360° scanning capability
    • +3 Initiative, +2 to Parry, +2 to Dodge, +5 to Roll w/, allows user to dodge all attack, even those from behind and/or surprise
  • Built-In N-F40A Force Field
    • M.D.C.: 110
    • Voice Activated
  • Laser Distancer & Targeting
    • +1 to Strike with Hand Held Ranged Weapons
    • Range 2,000'
  • Optics Enhancements
    • Passive Night Vision: 3,000'
    • Telescopic Vision (up to 20x Magnification): 1 mile
    • Macro-Lens (6x Magnification)
    • Thermo-Imager: 2,000'
    • Light Polarization
  • Mini-Radar/Sonar System
    • Can track up to 12 targets
    • Range: 2 miles
  • Advanced Communication Package
    • Includes: Basic receiver/transmitter, secure cryptological encoding, burst transmission capability, and if the Suit has the HUD Enhancement is capable of sending and receiving text communications
    • Range: 30 miles
  • Psionic Electromagnetic Dampers
    • +2 to Save vs all Psionic Attacks and Possession Attempts, +1 to Save vs Magic Illusion and Mind Control

  
  Book Reference: p.37-39, DB8
  Main: 90/90 MDC. FF: 110/110 MDC. PB Blaster: 10/10 shots in e-clip. Micro-missiles: 2/2 shots.
• Utility Belt
  Attachment points can be utilized to carry 1 each of the following item types: sidearm, magazine, E-clip, grenade, canteen, food ration pack, minor items or individual tools.
  • Attachment: GR-45HP "Jack Hammer" Heavy Pistol
  • Attachment: 2 GR-45HP Magazines
  • Attachment: Flashlight
  • Attachment: Survival Knife

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Saving Throw Bonuses
Coma/Death: +20%
Magic (varies): +5
Lethal Poison (14+): +5
Non-Lethal Poison (16+): +5
Insanity (12+):
Psionics (varies):
Horror Factor (varies): +3

"Do you think bringing Bryke to the market in chains initially is wise?" Pertinax asks. "I think we should go and investigate first and find someone interested in doing business first."

"WHAT?!?! TO ThE AbYSs WiTH ThAt!! tHIS ONE WILL NEveR BE cAPtiVE!!!"

Mostly silent until now, Yates finally finds his place in the ruse. "Darling, we all play a role. Since all others seem to be taken, I shall be your dull-witted guard! Plant your weapons and equipment on me and incapacitate me during your daring escape if it comes to that!"

To the Timneh, the plan is sound. And so he will don full Naruni EBA ((NE-BA-26)) after discussions with Bryke on what equipment he wishes made available to him. Should the plan call for one of Bryke's heavier ordinance weapons, Yates will be glad the EBA has a robotic exoskeleton.

"WHAT?!?! TO ThE AbYSs WiTH ThAt!! tHIS ONE WILL NEveR BE cAPtiVE!!!"

"You would not be a captive," Pertinax replies calmly. "We just need you to be docile enough around a bunch of slavers so that they feel safe." He smiles. "At least feel safe until we do not want them to be safe anymore." The tarlok's smile is always off putting, but this time that unpleasantness is inviting.

But if Bryke is still opposed to being used as bait for the slavers, Pertinax will glance over to Trorrie and Yates. "What do you two think?"

I hope that the situation doesn't get out of hand...

Yates nods with a lazy salute. "Generic Naruni-equipped guard reporting for duty, darling!"

When dock authorities board the ship, the Timneh will play his role standing guard over wherever Bryke is housed.

[Glitch]

Perception: 1d100: [96] = 96 /45%
JiC: 1d100: [20] = 20 / 1d20: [3] = 3

Conditions and ProgramsPassive (Always On) Conditions: Modulating Voice Synthesizer (Glitch maintains a human-like voice that sounds like it has a little static from a radio in it) | Sensory Antenna (10 ft) | Clock Calendar | Internal Juke Box [Glitch adjusts his profile to play internally] |

Opaque

| All tech-based sensory equipment is -10% to track him

Active (Toggled ON ) Conditions [Cycles every 120 seconds (2 minutes) as a backup process while not actively engaging]: Explosives Detector (12ft radius) | Bug Detector (60ft radius) | External Video and Audio Surveillance (EVAS) | Radar Detector (80%) | Radiation Detector (60ft radius; identifies all forms of radiation and their level of harm to organic/synthetic matter) | Forcefield:110/110 MDC | Motion Detector and Warning System [RAISED] | Micro Hover-Jets [OFF]

Active Programs [As of landing]: Technical: Computers| Military Intelligence | Military Espionage: Espionage | Military Communications: Advanced

Skills:
Surveillance: 1d100: [94] = 94 /90% [Observe the conversation]
Sensory Equipment: 1d100: [1] = 1 /90% [Use the Rogue's sensors]
Prowl: 1d100: [27] = 27 /76% [Remain silent and unnoticed if boarded]

Post:

"did you already put together a manifest?"

Glitch zeroes his iris on Pertinax. "No manifest is required. Whatever authority boards to inspect will serve our purposes. However I can create one. I suggest we use Bryke and Trorrie as stock on the ledger." Glitch states emotionlessly.

When it comes time to land, Glitch does not disembark from the ship with Pertinax and the others and instead remains on the bridge. Glitch will use the ships sensors passively to gather as much information about defenses, life signs and if possible, mapping of the area using radar mapping. He will also attempt to listen to the conversation using the sensors. Glitch is ready to phase out of the ship quickly if need be.

If the dock authority needs to board, Glitch leaves the bridge and will stalk them from within. Listening to the conversation as he records the discussion. Observation: We will see what this dock authority requires and if the others are capable of turning the organic to our advantage. Glitch logs as he observes.

[Bryke]

Perception: 54% +2% | 1d100: [14] = 14
JiC d20/d100 | 1d20: [4] = 4 / 1d100: [24] = 24

Conditions:
On Alert

Status:
MindBlock: AutoDefense
Sense Dimensional Anomalies: Can automatically detect rifts, dimensional envelopes and pockets, fourth-dimensional and Two-dimensional beings, astral travelers and the invisible energy essence of alien intelligences and entities. Range: One mile (1.6) or line of sight, whichever is less.
Doesn't breathe air and is immune to radiation and normal heat, fire, cold, gases and disease. Can see in total darkness and has eagle-like normal vision.
Sixth Sense
HF 10

The Promethean is still thinking about a time long ago, and is very much on alert about the idea to place him in captivity. He loosens slightly at the notion that it would be a ruse, but he has not yet built enough trust with those in the group to believe them completely- much of that his fault with the time spent tinkering and the pension for keeping to himself.

The Pertinax would surely make it a real thing if the money was good enough- and who knows what the robot is thinking or its sentiments. No way. This One will not! And why is the Timneh so soundly on board- Dont know you birdman!! Why dont you be the guinea- pssh how many Avianoids are there even in this part of the galaxy

Bryke remains aboard the ship and on the flight deck with Glitch. Keeping a close eye on the Machine-Man, since he is still not on board with the plan.

OOC: I feel like I am playing things properly rp wise, but as the player I am on board with the idea.

[Consumer]

Kingmaker

Time/Date: 9:33 AM (Center Standard Time); 10/05/5023 (Center Reckoning)
Location: Corkscrew Galaxy, Misandri Valley Mining Facility; Dextros III, Dextros System.
Weather: Space
Mission Notes
Other Notes:

While Glitch, Bryke, Trorrie, and Yates watch from the cockpit, Mungo and Pertinax talk to the dock authority near the landing ramp

"It is actually a transport ship, We ferry passengers from port to port. We have a couple that cannot pay their way, so they have agreed to be sold into indentured servitude. We heard that there are people in this area that trade in those kinds of contracts."

Save vs Psionics (16+): 11+1=12 (Failed, will trust Pertinax)

Pertinax’s initial conversation with the Dwarf almost seems to startle him, but Pertinax quickly hits him with a supernatural trust, and he seems to calm down a bit. ”That is highly irregular…”

"Ahem, my colleague means that we have a couple of guys who want off the ship and intend to look for work in their respective fields. You see they have worked up quite a debt to the rest of the crew. I'm sure Mister Pertinax here, who has a poor grasp on the language, misspoke when he mentioned indentured servitude... I'm sure you understand."

The dwarf still looks mildly confused. ”So you don’t have cargo? Why didn’t you just say that when you were coming in.” The Dwarf seems mildly annoyed.

"Moi? Heck no! I'd be a terrible Captain. The Captain is... him."

"Yes, I mispoke. I do not usually deal with the business side of the ship."

"Mind your rank, Mister Mungo. Our ship's bosun, a cheeky fellow, but very astute at handling the ship's finances."

The Dwarf shakes his head. ”Twelve hundred credits docking fee, how long do you plan on staying?” The dwarf says, obviously wanting to get on with his day of checking other incoming ships. Almost on cue a bulk hauler pulls in and begins landing a few berths down. It’s about here the group can see grav sleds and large cargo hauling power lifters moving tons of ore based cargo onto the surrounding ships, most seem to be coming up from large industrial elevators on the side of the landing area.

When someone tells the dwarf how long they plan to stay. He charges the ship 500 credits per day, minimum of 1 day. With the transaction completed the trio leaves without even looking in the ship. It seems to anyone half paying attention that however the Love Syndicate operates, it’s not in the open with the local dock authority.

What are your Intentions?

Butcher’s Bill
Bryke:
Pertinax: -14 I.S.P.
Az Rael:
Glitch:
Yates:
Trorrie:
Mungo:

[Pertinax]

Perception (36%) 1d100: [88] = 88
JiC 1d20: [14] = 14 / 1d100: [82] = 82

Armor
Talisman of Armor of Ithan (Inactive)
Black boots
Blue pants
Blue and orange hooded jacket

Weapon
Ripper vibro-knife
Kimarxi hunting knife
HW-19 stun pistol (20/20)

Psionics
Empathic transimtion 5:00/5:00
Total I.S.P. spent: 6

The tension in Pertinax's shoulder loosens as the dock official accepts their story without much fuss. A little psionics and a little charm from the octoman.

"Twelve hundred credits docking fee, how long do you plan on staying?"

The tension returns at the irritation of paying another dock fee. Pertinax takes out the team credstick and offers it to the official. He says, "Hopefully no more than two nights. We would like to see if we can find more passengers before we depart."

Once the official is gone, Pertinax looks around the port. This is not an outwardly hedonistic place. You will need to search for the criminal underbelly on this planet.

He then looks back to Mungo and any other Rogue off the ship. "We should find someplace to eat breakfast. That will give us a chance to look around and find signs of the underground flesh market."

[Glitch]

Perception: 1d100: [22] = 22 /45%
JiC: 1d100: [43] = 43 / 1d20: [16] = 16

Conditions and ProgramsPassive (Always On) Conditions: Modulating Voice Synthesizer (Glitch maintains a human-like voice that sounds like it has a little static from a radio in it) | Sensory Antenna (10 ft) | Clock Calendar | Internal Juke Box [Glitch adjusts his profile to play internally] |

Opaque

| All tech-based sensory equipment is -10% to track him

Active (Toggled ON ) Conditions [Cycles every 120 seconds (2 minutes) as a backup process while not actively engaging]: Explosives Detector (12ft radius) | Bug Detector (60ft radius) | External Video and Audio Surveillance (EVAS) | Radar Detector (80%) | Radiation Detector (60ft radius; identifies all forms of radiation and their level of harm to organic/synthetic matter) | Forcefield:110/110 MDC | Motion Detector and Warning System [RAISED] | Micro Hover-Jets [OFF]

Active Programs [As of landing]: Technical: Computers| Military Intelligence | Military Espionage: Undercover | Military Communications: Advanced

Skills:
Surveillance: 1d100: [44] = 44 /90% [Observe the port during his walk]
Undercover Ops: 1d100: [13] = 13 /76% [Just a dude walking around, nothing to see here]
Tailing: 1d100: [53] = 53 /74% [Follow the Dock authority in the most non-descript way to watch them make their rounds, where they hole up.]

Post:

When the dockworker takes his leave, Glitch follows where they go with the sensors then departs the ship. Greeting Pertinax and Mungo. "If you plan to scope out the local food establishments, I will take a walk around the area and be back shortly to see what I can observe." Glitch states and barring any dissent, starts walking. Log: I will observe while the organics eat, then return to the ship. This should allow us multiple avenues of reconnaissance to better plan from. Glitch records in his internal databanks as he begins his walk. He will keep his radio on just in case.

Glitch will remain on the public causeways for the most part and simply observe as much as his optics allow him too. He will follow the dock authority from a distance to get a basic idea of the rounds they make, their numbers and where they hole up. He will specifically be looking for anything that could be related to the Love Syndicate, or how to find them.

[Yates]

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Perception: d%: [71] = 71 | 21%
JIC: 1d20: [18] = 18 | d%: [81] = 81
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Character Sheet
PPE: 99/99
ISP: 104/104
HP: 31/31
SDC: 110/110
Worn:

• NE-BA-26 Special Body Armor
  
  M.D.C. by Location:

  • Helmet: 50
  • Arms: 40 each
  • Legs: 50 each
  • Main Body: 90

  
  Weight: 21 lbs. for human equivalent, 35 lbs. for giant-sized.
  Modifiers: -10% to physical skills
  Features:

  • All standard NE environmental armor features (p.35-36, DB8)
  • HUD Visor Allows 6 different screens to be viewed without impairing vision.
  • Deluxe Weapons Package
    • Twin Retractable Energy Blade (Right Forearm)
      • Damage: 4D6 M.D.
    • Plasma Encased Garrote Strangle Cord (Left Wrist)
      • Damage: 5D6 M.D.C. per melee
    • Particle Beam Blaster
      • Range: 2,000'
      • Damage: 1D4x10 M.D.
      • Payload: 10 Shot (E-Clip)
    • NE-28R Micro-Missile Wrist Launcher
      • Range: 1 mile
      • Damage: 6D6 M.D.
      • Payload: 2 missiles
  • Robotic Exoskeleton
    • Robotic P.S. of 25, +4 P.P., +20 Speed, +10' to leaps, +10% to Climbing, Reduce Fatigue by 75%
    • Restrained Punch: 6D6, Punch/Kick: 1D4 M.D., Power Punch/Jump Kick: 2D4 M.D.
  • Integrated Sensor Pod
    • 360° scanning capability
    • +3 Initiative, +2 to Parry, +2 to Dodge, +5 to Roll w/, allows user to dodge all attack, even those from behind and/or surprise
  • Built-In N-F40A Force Field
    • M.D.C.: 110
    • Voice Activated
  • Laser Distancer & Targeting
    • +1 to Strike with Hand Held Ranged Weapons
    • Range 2,000'
  • Optics Enhancements
    • Passive Night Vision: 3,000'
    • Telescopic Vision (up to 20x Magnification): 1 mile
    • Macro-Lens (6x Magnification)
    • Thermo-Imager: 2,000'
    • Light Polarization
  • Mini-Radar/Sonar System
    • Can track up to 12 targets
    • Range: 2 miles
  • Advanced Communication Package
    • Includes: Basic receiver/transmitter, secure cryptological encoding, burst transmission capability, and if the Suit has the HUD Enhancement is capable of sending and receiving text communications
    • Range: 30 miles
  • Psionic Electromagnetic Dampers
    • +2 to Save vs all Psionic Attacks and Possession Attempts, +1 to Save vs Magic Illusion and Mind Control

  
  Book Reference: p.37-39, DB8
  Main: 90/90 MDC. FF: 110/110 MDC. PB Blaster: 10/10 shots in e-clip. Micro-missiles: 2/2 shots.
• Utility Belt
  Attachment points can be utilized to carry 1 each of the following item types: sidearm, magazine, E-clip, grenade, canteen, food ration pack, minor items or individual tools.
  • Attachment: GR-45HP "Jack Hammer" Heavy Pistol
  • Attachment: 2 GR-45HP Magazines
  • Attachment: Flashlight
  • Attachment: Survival Knife

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Saving Throw Bonuses
Coma/Death: +20%
Magic (varies): +5
Lethal Poison (14+): +5
Non-Lethal Poison (16+): +5
Insanity (12+):
Psionics (varies):
Horror Factor (varies): +3

"Looks like Pertinax has done it..." Yates remarks to those within the cockpit, "See how more relaxed the dock worker is? Fabulous skills of persuasion."

Then, looking around in a bout of confusion, Yates lack of paying attention earlier is coming back to bite him in the rear. He has no clue what the Rogues are even doing on this planet. And if he isn't going to play pretend guard watching Bryke, he isn't quite sure how best to busy himself.

I should probably follow Magnificence. Yates concludes internally before scurrying alongside Glitch to head outside.

Greeting Pertinax and Mungo. "If you plan to scope out the local food establishments, I will take a walk around the area and be back shortly to see what I can observe." Glitch states and barring any dissent, starts walking.

Once outside the ship, Glitch make his declaration of intent and appears to want solitude in his self-appointed task. Yates catches the AI's non-verbal cues and detaches himself from Glitch's entourage.

Easily distracted, Yates catches glimpse of the symphony of power lifters and grav sleds and decides to go get himself a closer look. He clearly looks the part of a mercenary or military man with the exterior shell of the group Naruni EBA he put on to pretend to be Bryke's guard.

Should he catch the attention of any of the blue-collar workers manning the industrial machinery (either to address him or yell at him to get out of the way), Yates will adopt a gruff voice and ask, "Oi! What kind of fun or trouble is there to get into?" And inadvertently appropriate or not, absently grab and itch his crotch area. If the individual doesn't understand, Yates will assume it is a language barrier and will invoke Tongues on himself before repeating his question (and crotch grab).

[Trorrie]

Perception: 1d100: [75] = 75 /29%
JIC: 1d20: [17] = 17 / 1d100: [18] = 18
Conditions: Mind Block Auto-Defense. Sixth Sense

Trorrie decides that this time maybe dressed like she's expecting a hassle, she changes into something lighter, but no less flashy in a bright, green collared shirt and darker, but going with it, grey skirt that falls comfortably over her knees. As always is the case, she stays firmly confident her psionics will get her out of whatever trouble she may eventually find herself in. She also, as is normal, brings only 180 thousand credits on a card on her person.

She asks herself a question and no dragon in their right mind would accept the answer even if it were the answer as she steps of the Rogue's ramp onto the planet. I know what I'm NOT doing.

She stays with the group until a more-or-less plan to split up for a while is established and rolls her eyes as Yates is quick to taunt the locals and gives him no assistance should it look like he does or does not need it. "Alright, byyye. Shouldn't be too long." She says as she splits from the group.

She tries and hopes to seem approachable after she's strayed far enough to look like she's there alone. She watches for an active breakfast restaurant as she walks, stooping as low as she is willing to have less savory company approach, saying, "Uuuh, Hi. Can I help you?" Should anyone strke a conversation with the Draconid.
Trust 1d100: [96] = 96 /45%

[Bryke]

Perception: 54% +2% | 1d100: [89] = 89
JiC d20/d100 | 1d20: [6] = 6 / 1d100: [51] = 51

Conditions:
Optimistic

Status:
MindBlock: AutoDefense
Sense Dimensional Anomalies: Can automatically detect rifts, dimensional envelopes and pockets, fourth-dimensional and Two-dimensional beings, astral travelers and the invisible energy essence of alien intelligences and entities. Range: One mile (1.6) or line of sight, whichever is less.
Doesn't breathe air and is immune to radiation and normal heat, fire, cold, gases and disease. Can see in total darkness and has eagle-like normal vision.
Sixth Sense
HF 10


Bryke takes a cue from Glitch and watches him walk off the ship and head into a singular direction alone. While still on board he uses his armor as a focus to cast Invisibility: Superior on it and himself [20 ppe, 36min] or if not a proper focus [20ppe, 18min]. Once invisible The Promethean Phase Teleportation as far away from the ship as he can see a path to do so, 106% | 1d100: [42] = 42 [up to 12miles]

"This one will be on encrypted comms." Stopping and looking back to sear the image of the ship in his minds eye, he has the idea of looking into high-end establishments, like restaurants, tailoring places, and/or the most 5-star worthy and expensive hotel there might be on or shortly away from the docking station(s). He speaks to select staff, like a bellhop, or any overly friendly hostess. He orders food at any restaurant, books a room at the hotel, and even gets a tailored suit for himself if these establishments exist there or close enough by. While invisible he avoids contact with anyone of course and observes until his spell of invisibility wears off. Making sure to materialize out of sight so as not to startle the hosts or front desk persons. He notifies the group of his whereabouts when he moves in on a place.

He attempts to put on a shy out-of-towners persona, and will ask particular individuals, "Say, This One is looking for something of an anomaly... heard that there might be attractive females of different species, that don't mind the company of a male of "alien" decent- if you're caught by the drifting." He sheepishly says, averting his eyes whenever he does ask, to sell his pretend discomfort and awkwardness.

Upon return, Bryke will Phase Teleport back to the ship while invisible and as far away as possible. 106% | 1d100: [87] = 87
[20 ppe, 36min] or if not a proper focus [20ppe, 18min]

[Consumer]

Kingmaker

Time/Date: 10:33 AM (Center Standard Time); 10/05/5023 (Center Reckoning)
Location: Corkscrew Galaxy, Misandri Valley Mining Facility; Dextros III, Dextros System.
Weather: Space
Mission Notes
Other Notes:

Pertinax

Not immediately seeing anything overtly criminal in the Docking Area, decides to go and start lightly investigating the facility. Upon leaving the ship, Pertinax’s armor tells him, while the area has breathable air, it’s quite cold, but definitely not as cold as Icebox was. The air is full of smells of industrial pollutants, spilled fuel and chemicals, and ozone, pretty standard fair for a docking area. The noise is loud with machinery moving, engines roaring to life as ships come in and take off. While the lighting is adequate, it’s not particularly bright either, which certainly hides the patina of grime that inevitably accumulates in places such as this. The people Pertinax pass are certainly working folk, machine operators, ship crews and the such.

Pertinax makes his way to one of the few personnel exits in the Docking area, it’s here that he sees a dirty faded map of the facility, not particularly detailed, but it covers the broad districts in enough detail that one might find their way around. Other than the docking area, there is the mining facility and its attached storage facilities, administration, residential, and mercantile.Pertinax makes his way to the mercantile area, which is relatively close to the docking area. The noises are replaced with noises more typical to cities, people talking, speakers announcing random things, vehicles making their way down thoroughfares, and the such. It doesn’t take long for Pertinax to find an open diner that appears to be open all day and night (18 hour day/night cycle). It is

A successful Perception check will have Pertinax note that most of the people here are not locals.

with a variety of lifeforms from all manner of ways of life, It doesn’t take much for the Tarlok to find a table and acquire a meal.

Unless he changes it by posting, Mungo will be with Pertinax.

Glitch

Glitch decides to follow the dock authority around, albeit stealthily. Much like Glitch observed earlier, with the Rogues own ship. The Authority approaches the next ship and has a similar conversation with them, though in this case it appears that the ship has legitimate cargo and is able to produce a valid manifest. This goes on several other times over the course of the next two hours, until it seems that the Docking bay has slowed down a bit. The three humanoids make their way to a small blocky building near the edge of the bay. Where they don’t come out for a while. If Glitch were to guess, that building is likely their local office. Several other groups of three make their rounds from the same building.

Yates

Yates decides to go yet another route than the others, wandering towards the folk actually working. If any of them seem to have any particular interest in the now armored avian, they don’t make it known, unless Yates gets in the way of them. Which gets a loud blast of a horn and angry yelling for him to move out of the way. Yates questions for the most part just get more yelling, cursing, and muttering about missing quotas. One Grav Sled pilot bluntly tells the Timneh to go to the mercantile area if he’s looking for something to do.

Trorrie

In a similar vein as Pertinax, Trorrie makes her way towards the mercantile district, looking for some manner to restaurant. The Draconid misses the first restaurant that Pertinax entered, and winds up in a smaller place, that is also fairly crowded with

Successful Perception will allow Trorrie to note that the clientele is mostly transients.

of various species and occupations. The only person who approaches Trorrie is a waitress, who asks for her order.

Bryke

Again like the others, Bryke makes his way to the Mercantile area, though he does so in his own manner. Unlike the others, Bryke is looking for something different, he’s looking for what passes as luxury in this mining facility. It takes a while, but Bryke gets past what one would consider the basic merchants area and enters what one may describe as a redlight district. Brothels, hotels, bars, and gambling halls, stuff that would appeal to the less savory individual. It’s pretty obvious that if there is a criminal organization here that specializes in slaves, then this is the likely main area of interest. Bryke enters one of the nicer looking hotels, and is told that rooms run fifteen hundred a night.

"Say, This One is looking for something of an anomaly... heard that there might be attractive females of different species, that don't mind the company of a male of "alien" decent- if you're caught by the drifting."

”Pretty much all of the brothels around here should be able to help you.” The man responds as if he was just answering a question about the time.


What are your Intentions?

Butcher’s Bill
Bryke: -20 P.P.E.
Pertinax: -14 I.S.P.
Az Rael:
Glitch:
Yates:
Trorrie:
Mungo:

[Mungo]

Perception vs 36% 1d100: [48] = 48
JiC 1d20: [11] = 11
JiC 1d100: [58] = 58

Skills:
Streetwise 1d100: [51] = 51 vs 89% - where exactly does one have to go to find the slavers?

Post:
Mungo wanders around with Pertinax. He doesn't talk much but takes it all in. He casts his smuggler's eye over the spaceport, looking for the telltale signs of illegal activity. Hmmm, this place looks fairly legit so far... Come on dodgy folk... Where you at? He follows Pertinax into the dinner and studies the menu. In the end, he simply orders whatever passes as bacon, eggs and toast in this place.

He puffs out his cheeks and exhales slowly. "Well, it seems what we are looking for is not operating out in the open. I'm a little surprised, to be honest. I thought you-know-who ran this place." He shrugs. "It's probably better this way, Being out in the open is just asking for the powers that be to come in and shut everything down."

He sends out a call over the team channel. "Hey all, Pertinax and I are at (insert name and location), come on over. The chow smells half decent." He gives the team the location and name of the diner so they can all join.

[Trorrie]

Perception: 1d100: [99] = 99 /29% Critical Fail
JIC: 1d20: [1] = 1 / 1d100: [12] = 12
Conditions: Mind Block Auto-Defense. Sixth Sense

Whoops. The Draconid realizes she lost sight of the rest of the Rogues and entered a different establishment. Mission failed successfully. She hears her existence get acknowledged and figures it's too late. No going back now. She takes a seat with a kind smile for the waitress. "Oh. I just got here, lemme see." She takes a few seconds to see what they offer. "Aaare there any specials this morning?"

She considers what specials, if any, before deciding on the strangest sounding as well as two waffles and three poached eggs. She rolls he eyes and doesn't respond when Mungo comes over the radio in her ear.

"Oh. I'm also new to this rock," She starts, still keeping up the failing act, "Would you know, or, know someone, that could point me to where people go to find driving jobs?"

Trust 1d100: [73] = 73 /75%

[Pertinax]

pp(36%)1d100
1d20/1d100

Armor
Talisman of Armor of Ithan (Inactive)
Black boots
Blue pants
Blue and orange hooded jacket

Weapon
Ripper vibro-knife
Kimarxi hunting knife
HW-19 stun pistol (20/20)

Pertinax appreciates the silence as he stalks along the port of Dextros 3 with Mungo. No need to chatter and reveal any unnecessary details about who they are. You are just two professionals going about your day. No one should notice or care about you. He would smile, except even finds his grin to be unpleasant. Instead, he has an inner contentment.

Well, except that the professional's business is finding the seedy underbelly of the port, and he isn't seeing any sign of it. He's more than a little disappointed, but not completely taken off guard. This is a corporate star system, after all. They like to keep a 'clean' appearance. So instead he follows Mungo into the nearest restaurant. He slides into the booth seat opposite Mungo and glances over the menu. When the server arrives he orders the steak and boiled starch.

"Well, it seems what we are looking for is not operating out in the open. I'm a little surprised, to be honest. I thought you-know-who ran this place."

"Agreed," Pertinax says with a sniff. He then adds, "But the CCW likes to have a visible presence here at the very least."

"It's probably better this way, Being out in the open is just asking for the powers that be to come in and shut everything down."

Pertinax nods. Mungo is ever the keen observer of the criminal element. You have to wonder if he ever worked for someone like Croc. Or ran his own operation. It is always the one you least suspect. "The CCW provides an infrastructure and maintains the legitimate businesses. Our man seems to appreciate that and does not want to disrupt that peace." Pertinax shrugs, "That would be bad for his business."

After their food arrives, as well as any other teammates, Pertinax suggests, "Perhaps we need to be more overt and ask where to find the Love Syndicate."

If no one stops him, the next time the server comes by Pertinax asks, "Excuse me, I was wondering if you knew where I could find some 'company'. I am a pilot a long-distance transport, and I need some time to unwind before another trip."