Space RPG Session #11

Let's being

Begin

GM (GM): cough

Fried Silver: "Well at least you didn't get hit with energy and had to do a scientist job under the pressure of having the DR collapse while your in it."

After a thrilling encounter or two with the unknown our heroes have unlocked and safetified the station, making it much safer.

GM (GM): In your possession is some loot and some friend scientist, critical condition flavor?
What would you guys do?

Suule S.: Shouldn't we get her to a doc?

Fried Silver: "Madam Joanna may you assist me in getting this Fox lady into a medical clinic?"

Joanna: Sure.

Fried Silver starts to lift her upper torso up, wait for assistance

GM (GM): You proceed out.

Ramiel makes preparations for the crew to return., including fueling up.

Fried Silver: "Joanna, Ive been meaning to ask, why do you do all of this action now instead of acting?"

GM (GM): You come to the halls where you first entered.
...There has been some revisions.

Joanna: ...I don't know

Fried Silver: "...Well it looks as if all the work i did was neaninglesss."

GM (GM): You are approached by the men you saw earlier.

Wolf: Words can't describe how upset I am right now.

Joanna: About?

Wolf: You nitwits and the LGI tramp stabalized the sector.
We really didn't like that.
So now we are going to do things alittle different. We need the LGI spook.

Fried Silver: "Sir, shes unconshious."
"And we need her to get to a medical sector immeaditly

From the broken shards floating in the void a hulking ship edges towards the gap blown in the hall.

Fried Silver: "Madam, why do we allways get in the crossfire of all this action shenanagin?"

Wolf: Really wasn't asking Turing Tounce,

Ramiel: "Uh... is there a large mass approaching your location?.. I'm picking something up."

Fried Silver: "Ram, we need some BIG help."

(GM): ((Ramiel: The news you needed five minutes ago, on the hour.))
The space men approach Fried and motion to hand over the body!


Ramiel groans, disengaging is airlock with the spaceport. "Be ready, I'll come in guns blazing. What are my targets?

Fried Silver: "Don't shoot until shots are fired."

Ramiel: "Oh yeah... I hope you guys have some EVA suits on."

Fried Silver: Rolling perspecive on spacemen

GM (GM): Hand over Sarah?

Joanna: No

GM (GM): Roll away!

Fried Silver: rolling 1d100 + 40
(60)+40= 100

Joanna: rolling 1d100+35
(99)+35= 134

Fried Silver: Mind is Mind add to perspective still? Or is it agility?

GM (GM): It's 1d100+ mind bonus
Agility doesn't factor in.
Fried silver.
You notice men in the space suits are in thinsuits of a new brand, they are also wearing modern Eo flak vests.
They do, however appear to be using larger logo pistols.
You can't determine what kind they are.

GM (GM): Joanna.

Ramiel: (( ETA mr. GM?))

GM (GM): You see that the turtle and wolf are wearing Logos tech.
((Don't rush me!))

Ramiel: (( aight mane ))

GM (GM): The suits are bulky and sport armor padding.
Weird markings on the shoulders of the wolf suggest he has some weapon mods in his suit.

Joanna: (( Shit... these guys mean business))

GM (GM): The turtle appears unarmed besides an orb at his hip/
Ramiel!

Fried Silver: "Back up both of you guys, we need to bring her to a medical station! And im sure theres nothing the both of you can do with a dead body!"

GM (GM): You can't get a clear shot for another 45 seconds. It will take you 2 minutes at unsafe speeds to get there physically.

Joanna will attempt to stall them with some of her charm

GM (GM): The space men ignore your pleas.

Ramiel: Unsafe is in my middle name, when it comes to piloting at least

GM (GM): Flashing cleavage in space is not healthy!

Ramiel: (( proceed until I get a view of them ))

GM (GM): Okay.

Joanna: (( Just Schmoozing ))
rolling 1d100+35+20+5
(47)+35+20+5= 107

GM (GM): The wolf divulges some info.

Wolf: You idiots took out our chance to shake up the station safe guards. We need her bio print to get the access he needs. Give her up, unless you want to see what happens when you are shot with a ship class rail gun.

GM (GM): The four step back against the walls.

Fried Silver: "And what about you 2 Astronauts? What do you need with her?"

Wolf: The damage will be so clean you won't even feel the pain of being cut in half!

GM (GM): The astronauts clearly don't want to talk to you.
They draw their pistols.

Joanna: Well you need her

Fried Silver: "Well, what do we do madam?"

Joanna: Do you really want to damage her?

Wolf: Put the bitch down and get out of here, now!

GM (GM): Cyclone is in the area!

Fried Silver: "Madam maybe we can try to word with the no talk astronauts?"

Ramiel fires upon the ship.

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+30
(96)+30= 126

GM (GM): The ship, since it was doing nothing but sitting there, takes evasion.
rolling 1d100+30
(73)+30= 103
jot!

Ramiel: rolling 2d10
(3+9)= 12

Fried Silver: (work with, not word,.))

Ramiel fires both lasers simultaneously. "Eat this!"

GM (GM): Blinding sparks as the ship is pushed from the weapons fire!
The group fires on you as they flee down the halls.
The two astros fire right on Silver's head!
rolling 1d100+40
(37)+40= 77
rolling 1d100+40
(62)+40= 102
For

Joanna: Silver, let's get out of here

GM (GM): 4d10+40
rolling 4d10+40
(3+2+10+6)+40= 61
rolling 4d10+40
(4+2+5+8)+40= 59
Joanna grabs the fox and runs towards Ramiel's ship

GM (GM): 120!

Ramiel: (( When can I fire again? ))

GM (GM): In a sec!
The wolf and turle also flee.
The throw a large device with a blinking LED at your feet.

Fried Silver Fried follows after Joanna"I NEED A VACATION1"

GM (GM): Ramiel!

Fried Silver: "Maddam may we Fight and Flight?"

GM (GM): The enemy ship has taken parts of the station as cover!

Joanna: RAMIEL GET US OUT OF HERE

GM (GM): Actions?

Ramiel: (( Can I pull closer to break in the station and fire at the ship? ))

Fried Silver: (Imma shoot at the astronaughts helmets

GM (GM): ((One or the other, not both though.
You get one shot FS!

Ramiel: (( I'll pick up the crew, and get out of there.))

Fried Silver: Aburst fire
rolling 1d100 + 60
(70)+60= 130

GM (GM): You pull to the side.
Roll damage

Ramiel ushers hjis ship the broken staion in haste. "Some on! Come one! We don't have any time to waste!"

Fried Silver: rolling 2d10 + 45
(10+7)+45= 62

GM (GM): Ramiel! As this is your ship, what would you like to do? Open up and let them in or have them ride on the hull?
That's enough to wreck it.

Ramiel: (( Open the Hatch ))

GM (GM): The astronauts head is obscured in steam as glass flies.
His cohort returns fire!
rolling 1d100+40
(46)+40= 86
On you bleeding face
rolling 4d10+40
(2+3+7+5)+40= 57
FS!

GM (GM): Your head!
It's melted with 177 damage!
Without getting too technical you are bloody blinded!

Fried Silver: (( Well, Joanna can ya guide my melted head to the ship?))

GM (GM): Joanna successfully jumps into the safety of the ship!
err, or what she wants to do now.
Rewind I guess.
Joanna pushes the fox into the hatch and then starts to pull in Fried Silver

Fried Silver: "Indistguishable buzzing"

Jakob Yasha: Sorry for being late.
Went to get lunch and be humiliated for not remembering my PIN number
Also got BloodSouls.

GM (GM): Neat!
((That game on sale?))

Fried Silver: You bean StillBorn?

Jakob Yasha: ( Hell yeah. Got it for 18 bucks at Walmart. No DLC though. )

GM (GM): ((Anyway, the moved to the next room and got a shooky shooky.

Jakob Yasha: ( On the Ps4 store it's 20 )
( Also 20 for DLC )

GM (GM): ((Ah, neat! Anyway, glad you could make it!))

Jakob Yasha: ( Alrighty, I'll get the beginning of the session afterwards. )

Fried Silver: ((I got no head now.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Damn. Is the fox technician safe? And the expensive refrigerator I'm carrying? )

Fried Silver: ((Well, whats left of a head.))
As joanna tosses the fox, grabs the burning bot and leaps, and I assume jakob jumps into the ship with them, the explosive goes off.

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright. )

Fried Silver: "Indistinguishable buzzing"

FATE ROLL: Roll 1d100. On a double you get flame kissed.

Fried Silver: The ship?
rolling d100 +
(5)= 5

GM (GM): Nah, the ship is fine. The armor doesn't register HP damage
rolling 1d100
(59)= 59
Jakob and joanna!

Joanna: FUCKING PALEOCHRIST

Jakob Yasha: ( Damn ping didn't work while I was off tab, Yeah? )
rolling 1d100
(78)= 78

GM (GM): Everyone succeeds!

Jakob Yasha: ( Rad. )

GM (GM): You jumped in the ship and only the force pushes you against the far wall for moderate pride damage.
Ramiel! Crew secured!
Actions?

Joanna: GET ME OUT OF HERE

Ramiel yells at them as soon as they get in. "Get on the guns! WE! ARE! LEAVING!"

Fried Silver Fried Walks around the ship like a chicken without its head.

Ramiel: (( I'm getting us out of here GM, and I'll fire my laser if possible to try and hold them off at least. ))
(You or Joanna is fine. ))
(( the better shot preferably... ))

GM (GM): Full burn!

Jakob Yasha: ( No shooting skills on me, so unless anyone else wants to )
You are in... SPAAAACE

Joanna straps the Fox in "We need to get the fox to the hospital dammit

Ramiel: "What hospital? Those guys had you cornered! Get on the Gun. WE WILL HAVE COMPANY."

Jakob Yasha: "Make sure she is fine." Jakob orders, dropping the heavy GM off his back to man the guns.

Fried Silver Lays on the ground in a crying position.

Jakob Yasha: ( crying position? You mean fetal? )

Joanna: This is insane

Ramiel: (( Gm, can roll to scan for any radar signatures? ))

Fried Silver: (yeah.0

GM (GM): Yes.

Ramiel: (( What skill>? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I'm guessing my only perception is what's on the radar in the guns? )

Ramiel: (( You shoot through a video monitor I assume, easier to shoot when IFF signatures are found because that can be displayed. ))

GM (GM): (Nope, no stat bonus
((Straight roll if you don't have the skill.))

Ramiel: (( just a straight roll then, no piloting skill? ))

GM (GM): (( https://youtu.be/FcArnepkhv0 ))

Ramiel: rolling 1d100
(98)= 98
ayyy

Joanna: Yo Fried, if I were to connect you to the ship's interface, will you able to see then?

GM (GM): ((Not your field. You know the buttons but it's alot of data.))

Fried Silver: "Indistinguishable buzzing"

GM (GM): You scan for hostiles.

Fried Silver: ((And Im sure Ram so be the one hooking be up to a ship.))
Should

GM (GM): ((Freakishly rolling high today))

Joanna: (( Yeah ))
Hey Ram, can you hook up Silver to the ship's interface? His voicebox is busted

GM (GM): You find thermal sigs on the larger asteroid. very high, likely signs that it's been hit with laser fire within the hour.

Ramiel: (( that it? ))

Ramiel cracks over voice comms, "Kinda busy trying to make sure we don't die! Is that slag even functioning?"

GM (GM): ((Perhaps that's not quite clear. Sigs mean that there is a structure in that asteroid and your prey is likely hiding there.
Also, metal pings matching a conventional stationary turret.
So, continue pursuit or retreat back to logos?

Ramiel: (( I SAW THAT PING ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Treasure and glory? Or rest to find another day? )

Joanna: Yeah he is

Jakob Yasha: ( THAT AINT NO ASTEROID )

Fried Silver Puts his hand up to his head and start mimicing a cell phone

GM (GM): Sure, it is. It's just a very mean asteroid

Jakob Yasha: ( THAT'S A STATION )

GM (GM): That might mug you for your wallet.

Ramiel speaks up, "listen up guys, this enemy is hot on our ass and we have two choices, get the fuck out or risk taking them on...."

Jakob Yasha: ( Jokes on them, all I got in there are 4 year old receipts, drivers license, and my blood type card. )

Fried Silver: (( I don't even have a wallet.))

GM (GM): ((I'm sure they could use the blood.))

Joanna: I "Believe" in you

Ramiel: "Thanks Joanna, I could always count on you."
"/s"

Fried Silver: Indistinguishable buzzing" Followed with placing his head aginst his hand.

GM (GM): It is time to make a decision, capi-tain!

Ramiel wishes he had some morphine.

GM (GM): Ramiel!

Ramiel pulls the ship around. "Man, fuck these guys. Get ready to battle."

GM (GM): As you scan and pilot
You lose signal of the vessel behind the rocks!

Jakob Yasha: "Fucking dammit, we don't have time for this..." Jakob mutters, preparing to fire.

GM (GM): ((Okay
((Move the ship where you want!))
Also, gimme a sec.
afk, checking on things.

Ramiel second guesses himself, "Nah, lets leave. too many wounded."

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/-ihpU17p-Cc

Ramiel: (( the backdown is real GM ))

GM (GM): Also, who is on what station?
Wait?

Fried Silver: (( pergect moment gm.))

GM (GM): Dang it.
Just pour ice water down my pants you frigging fraggin.

Fried Silver: ((Ships fint, that all that really matters.))

Ramiel: BACKDOWNS
No glory today

Ramiel: (( I think we should try and head back to that station around logos, and I just try my damnest to keep us safe until we get there. ))

Fried Silver Pounds on his chest then points to his head.

Fried Silver Then start mimicking a hammer and saw.

Ramiel: "Repair you with what dude? The interior?"

Fried Silver: Indistinguishable buzzing

Jakob Yasha leaves the gun turret, rejoining the others. "We'll repair you once we get to safety, tin can."

Fried Silver Stands up and acts as if hes pushing something.

GM (GM): Okay!

Ramiel sighs, "Look man, I don't know what you're saying. Jakob, is the fox still alive?"

GM (GM): You are in relative safety so you proceed to drop off the GM on the ship
You drop off sarah who is immediately put in a vertical tube full of green goo.

Ramiel: (( Have we reached another station? ))
(( guess so... ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Can I find a place to cash in the GM? )

GM (GM): ((Nonsense, you go back to logos!))

Fried Silver Fried hands onto the hand of Joanna.

GM (GM): You grasp something.

Fried Silver Well, he assumes its joanna

GM (GM): Jakob!

Fried Silver: Indistinguishable buzzing

Jakob Yasha: ( Yes. )

GM (GM): You are invited to a lunch meeting with a buyer for the GM
Attend?

Joanna: ( I will )

Ramiel: (( Why do I feel like it will be someone involved with the wolf? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm... Sure. Should we bring protection? Absolutely just in case? )
( Never know. )

GM (GM): ((That's called dread of getting a whoopin'

Jakob Yasha: ( I got $700 if someone wants to get something now. )
( *$765 )

GM (GM): You are all quite hungry.

Fried Silver: (( Well if im needed I'll me acting as Mr. Magoo 2.0 ))

Joanna: (( We need Fried's new head ))

Jakob Yasha: ( But yes, I will attend. After making sure whoever else is tagging along is prepared accordingly. We aren't exactly spotless citizens. )

GM (GM): You infact haven't eaten for three countries and two planets.

Jakob Yasha: ( Very true on both accounts. How much is for a new head? )

Fried Silver: (( And the blind chef still havent cooked at all.))

Ramiel heads out, but not without his drone. He's Starved.

Fried Silver Fried waddles off in a random direction, propably to end up scaring a little logos kid.

Your destination Star (Food)Stuff

Quick net search shows its an observation deck that uses screen tech to make every surface a projection of the outside.

GM (GM): Except stairs, for safety reasons.

Mater: -D Yyyyes?

Joanna: By the way, we do need to get our vixen girl some medical attention

Fried Silver: Indistinguishable buzzing
(( she got into greenn goo))

Jakob Yasha: ( She's been taken care of and is in one of those futuristic-floating in water tubes )
( We can check on her later for a cash reward or something. )

Ramiel: (( Can I guide Silver to a mechanic before we go? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Or leads on new jobs. )

GM (GM): ((You already did. She is in a tube. You could call her, even.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Yeah, I'm willing to pay. )

GM (GM): Sure.
Warning!

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm? )

GM (GM): ((Getting new head means new oculars, voice, and alot of hardware. to get him back up to specs is 16k.))

Fried Silver: ( just get supplies, i can jury rig myself back.)

GM (GM): ((Upside, you get to choose his new head.))

Ramiel: (( wanna go 50/50 on the whole suite Jakob? ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I only have $765, didn't cash in the GM yet unless I can do that now. )
( But I'm perfectly cool with that. )

GM (GM): For 700 they will stop the sparking and slap a plate over the open hole.
For 65 more they will glue it down.
Sentient robots are very expensive!

Jakob Yasha: ( Oh right, can't get the money now because we're going to a dinner thing, THEN getting piad. )
( How much do you got now Ramiel? I can pay you back once we get the cash. )

Ramiel: (( fuck it, Ill pay it now, but with that kind of money. He better be a fucking walking tank. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( I spend all of my $765 and whatever you get to get Fried back to the best shape we can get him to, then I'll give you back whatever cash you spent. )

Ramiel: (( I'll also try to negotiate. ))
(( 20% off ))

GM (GM): The Maitre looks at you, waiting for your response

Ramiel: rolling 1d100+35+10
(24)+35+10= 69

Fried Silver: (( Just like real life, im a burden to those around me.))

Jakob Yasha: ( I got an idea for Fried's new head. )
( http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/wario-ware/images/8/85/Mike_WarioWare_Smooth_Moves.png/revision/latest?cb=20110904002408 )

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(4)+25= 29
Sure

Ramiel: danke

Jakob Yasha: ( Nah, you're not a burden. You're only useful when we want you to be. )

GM (GM): ((Well, if you were an organic being that wore a helmet you wouldn't be here!))

Fried Silver: (I know man, it was a joke, guess im the space tak.)

Jakob Yasha: ( How much do I owe you BOR? )

Ramiel: (( Nah I'm in charge. We're gonna make him into a acguy: http://i.yai.bz/Assets/51/213/l_p1004021351.jpg ))
(( /s ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Nice. )

GM (GM): zaku zaku

Maitre: do you have a reservation?

Joanna: Do we?

Jakob Yasha: "Jakob Yasha. We were invited."
"A Mr. Floren?"

Ramiel: (( http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundambattleoperation/images/6/6d/Img_ms-zaku1.jpg

Fried Silver: "Well thanks guys1"

Ramiel: (( I'd rather Silver be that, so that he has fingers at least ))
(( That alright GM? ))

GM (GM): Yep.
Lag

Maitre: A of course!

Fried Silver: "But did you at least save my old haul? I could fix it up and make that a back up."

Maitre: Right this...

GM (GM): The man looks over your personage.

Maitre: I am sorry, but you will need jackets.

Jakob Yasha: ( Is my suit not presentable? )

GM (GM): ((You are, but the other three...))

Jakob Yasha: ( It's not a tux, but it's a business suit. )
( Alright. How much? )

Fried Silver: "I mean I can give yall some of the money back for this body."

Maitre: We have afew house jackets for your party here.

Jakob Yasha: ( I can give them the money, they can go and get them and regroup, I can check out the Floren guy. )
( Alright, good. Better than making him wait any longer for us. )

Fried Silver: ((I got 5820$))

GM (GM): ((Sure! Gotta dress the part.))

Jakob Yasha: "How much would it be to rent them?"

GM (GM): Suit jackets: 300

Fried Silver Does his best to put on the clothing over his more combat looking frame.

Jakob Yasha: "Hm." Jakob grunts.
( Sorry, but can you cover the costs Fried? )

Fried Silver: Yes

Minutes later.

Ramiel rents a suit and wears it over his pilot suit.

Maitre: Hello, do you have reservation?

GM (GM): Classy

Joanna luckly has her best dress with her still

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm. Robot. Alright. )

Fried Silver: ((Ok i bought the suits for all 4 of us.))

Jakob Yasha: "Yes. Jakob Yasha. Mr. Floren." Jakob states plainly.
"These people are with me."

GM (GM): Of course.
The Maitre waves you to your table

He: immedately raises his hand!

Joanna: It's been a while since I've eaten fancy

Maitre: Does the sir have a tie?

Jakob Yasha: ( Great. Lemme guess, $50 for each tie? )

GM (GM): ((Think of it as a business expense.

Jakob Yasha: ( I'd assume I'd have my own, probably beaten up from the fights, but not the others. )

GM (GM): ((For 100 you could get a smart tie, that can change pattern length and color on it's own.))

Fried Silver: "Well it's not like you have a personal chef you never use madam.."
ILL TAKE IT

GM (GM): 150-300 for ites

Jakob Yasha: ( I'll take 20 )
( Joke. )

Sometime later!

Maitre: Heeeeeeeello!

Jakob Yasha: ( Floren's gonna be livid. )
( I swear to God if they ask if we got the right socks and gotta go out to buy those too )

Fried Silver Fried puts on his Smart Tie, "Id expect id be the one cooking for the meeting."

Maitre: do you have a reservation The horse says with a terrible, terrible smirk

Joanna thinks the Maitre is ripping us off

Jakob Yasha: "Let us in." Jakob commands.
"Yasha. Loren. Now."

GM (GM): The maitre gasps. He is truely appalled!

Jakob Yasha: ( SONUVA )

Joanna: Yes yes
What is it now?

Fried Silver: "Lead the way sir."

GM (GM): He reaches behind the podium and produces some beaten, worn, yet classy ties.

Maitre: We suppose this will get you through.
Mr. Floren's prominade is right this way. Do follow.

Fried Silver Adjustes and fiddles with the smart tie. "Well, you guys are more advance in the tie department than the humans."

GM (GM): The horse gestures and heads up a flight of stairs.

Jakob Yasha grunts as he walks up the stairs. He's not in the mood to be delayed any further.

Box-O-Rocks: "how are the new digs fitting you Silver?"

GM (GM): He is ripping the suit apart with every move.

Box-O-Rocks: (( I'm talking about this new body, actually."

GM (GM): Upon the deck you find one person: A squat bunny at a table.

Fried Silver: "Well, Its very nice thank you, but it doesn't scream, but the only cooking this haul is for is cooking a grenade."
Scream Chef*

Jakob Yasha: ( Whom? Silver? )

Box-O-Rocks: "Well let's hope it hold out better than your old body."

GM (GM): The short, fluggy man looks upon you expectantly.

Fried Silver: "Well I miss my old body, it was I was a chef, but I haven't cooked at all in a long time."

Jakob Yasha: "Mr. Yoren, I presume?"
( Ah fuck, it's Floren. Well, see ya 70K! )
( God dammit )

Fried Silver: ((Play it off as if its a Cold acent.))

Floren: ...Floren. You Jackob?

Jakob Yasha: "Yes, that's what I said. Yoren. And I am."

GM (GM): At this time a waitress lines the table with plates of food. Steak mostly.

Jakob Yasha: ( Damn smart call Silver. )

Fried Silver: "And do you still have my old body ram? I could fix it up since i can see now."

Jakob Yasha: ( Best wait till he starts eating then begin. )

MrFloren: Sit, eat.
So, you have a haul of fresh gravitonium?

Joanna: I believe so, yes

GM (GM): The puffball visibly raises an eyebrown as Joanna's remark. "And who are your guests?" He asks

Fried Silver: "Well my name is Fried Silver, Personal chef of Joanna."

Joanna: Joanna, the actress

Box-O-Rocks takes a seat. "I'm their pilot, Thank you."

Floren: Fascinating.

Jakob Yasha takes a seat as Floren states. "Yes. It is in our possession. 7 cubic feet. And these are men and lady who assisted in retrieving the gravitonium. They helped as much in retrieving the gravitonium as I did."

Floren: I understand you came into some trouble with this find.

Fried Silver: ((brb))

I: 'll be direct as I clearly see your time is important: 35. That's 8,750 per head

Jakob Yasha: "Hm." Jakob grunts in agreement. "We did. Other than the normal dangers of being there, nothing else was cause of concern."
( I'm guessing he's just referring to who's here now. So 8,750 x 4. )

GM (GM): (Gotta be in it to win it!))

Jakob Yasha: ( 35,000. Half of what the price is. )
( Suule, you want to do some persuading? )

Joanna: (( Of course))

Fried Silver: ((back))

Joanna: Maybe you should reconsider...
rolling 1d100+35+10+5
(72)+35+10+5= 122

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30+40
(11)+30+40= 81

MrFloren: I...Will explain the situation to you young lady.
I control most of the ship production on the station and by most... I mean every ship I have a hand in. I'm the grav mat company you see.
Lack of gravity... It's like lack of food. We need it to survive.
I can give you the full sum, but I'm going to need your services.

Joanna: As long as it not sleeping with you...

MrFloren: Perish the thought.

Fried Silver: "So whats the job Mr.Floren?"

Jakob Yasha raises his hand to dismiss Joanna's statement. "You offered us half of its cost, but to now receive full payment we must offer you our services for said payment? I want to hear your task first before any agreements are made, Mr. Yoren."

MrFloren: Myself and likeminded individuals have some concerns on station and how it is being run.
you've proven yourselves to be an outfit that can get things done. We would like you to do something for us.

You: rescued an LGI agent. I'm sure she will be grateful, at least enough for you to get access so the government network.

Joanna whispers to Jakob "Terrorism is something I'd like to avoid"

Floren: We just need afew special coordinates to prove afew theories.
if you are lucky there won't even be trouble... You may even walk away regarded highly for it.

Fried Silver: "Like the theories on how you guys were created by humans or more of a shadow government theory?"

Floren: I'm afraid I can't discuss this until we agree.

Jakob Yasha: "Hm." Jakob grunts again. "I understand your assignment, but we need more details than that to come to an agreement. Otherwise we may come to a still in this discussion."
( Try persuasion? )

Floren: also... I'm afraid your Gravitonium will be quite difficult to sell unless you commit to our partnership.

GM (GM): (He will try threat.)

Jakob Yasha: ( Ah wait, he's got a 70 bonus... Ehm, Suule, you mind filling in for me as my representative? )
( We Business RPG now. )

Joanna: (( I will ))
rolling 1d100+35+20+5
(68)+35+20+5= 128

Fried Silver: "So, with all of this talking at the dinner and no food make it feel like a debate room soesn't it?"

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30+40
(3)+30+40= 73

Jakob Yasha: ( This boy sucks at business )

GM (GM): Seriously?

Jakob Yasha: ( Hahahah )
( http://previews.123rf.com/images/vilevi/vilevi0909/vilevi090900008/5490005-two-business-people-wearing-suits-are-laughing-over-files-Stock-Photo.jpg )

Box-O-Rocks: (( Our business suits are too powerful ))

GM (GM): ((So what do you guys even want?))

Fried Silver: (Tell him hes an abonination aginst science so that he blows up logos along with him.)

Jakob Yasha: ( More information on this job, first off. For all we know, he could have us infiltrate this planet's version of the FBI building during the day just to get some info. )
( Unless someone else has a more important question to ask. )
( Really, it's Joanna's choice. )

Joanna: ( I want to know what the hell he wants us to do and I want a better deal dammit ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Had a thought: if he's this big of a deal, he might go underhanded to deal with us. My suggestion is locking up that Gravitonium if we're not to sell it at this moment for the full or better price, and watch our backs. )
( We don't want to have him consider us a threat or liability. )

MrFloren: Your LGI friend will likely be out of commission. She's a chronic workaholic so likely she will try to persuade you to do afew cases for her while she recovering.

Joanna: ( I don't like this guy )

Jakob Yasha: ( It's the business world; everybody hates everybody else. And themselves. )

MrFloren: I want you to help her out until you can access Command Sector. We will give you a cypher device that you will need to set up in their network.

Floren: And that's it.

Joanna: ( Joanna knows, that's why she constantly tells people she doesn't want to sleep with them )

Jakob Yasha: ( Sounds fine to me. A sneaky-beaky job that's absolutely best completed silently. )

GM (GM): (Yes, not to get their hopes up, right?)

Jakob Yasha: ( Suule, you want to try and haggle? I'd be careful on that decision though; we're already treading across a thin line here. )

GM (GM): ((Well, he did threated to lock you guys out of the grav mat trade, Jakob. That's a pretty nasty threat.))

Fried Silver: (( Just sell and leave.))

Jakob Yasha: ( Exactly. )

Joanna: (( Nah I'll pass here, I'm testing my luck ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Alright. Should we accept this job, receive the 70k and get to work? Or get the 35K and abandon the work? )

GM (GM): ((There is no sell and leave. You are shanghai'd))

Joanna drums her fingers on the table and looks at Jakob

Jakob Yasha: ( Hm, smart. Butter us up for a better deal involving some extra work and completely dismiss the previous offer. )
( If we deny, he'll say we're dismissing his courteous offer just because we wont do any further work. )
( Haggle any further, he'll get frustrated and consider alternatives, possibly at our expense. )

Joanna: ( Yeah we're kind of in a bad place )

Jakob Yasha: ( We're being played. )

Joanna: You know mr. Floren... it's funny

Fried Silver: ((Well guess well hop anlong with him.))

Jakob Yasha: ( I agree. I wont like it. But I'll agree. That's my vote on it. But I do suggest we find a way to get even, and FAST. )

Joanna: If we don't take your offer, we know too much and there might be something happening to us... some kind of accident

GM (GM): Floren cuts into his steak while looking at Joanna.

Joanna: That's usually what happens to people that know a lot, right?

Floren: This isn't a movie... Joanna.

Box-O-Rocks: https://img.fireden.net/vg/image/1429/26/1429266370551.jpg

Floren: You are free to turn down my offer. You just won't find many opportunities and my rates will go up.
...For when you do decide to work with me.

Jakob Yasha: "We are not blind, Mr. Yoren. Our line of work may not be as refined, but we have been in many deals and meetings."

Fried Silver: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fihc2ONQ5v0 ))

Floren: So, here is the deal 35k and you work on my project. Maybe I give you another 35. Or turn me down.

Fried Silver: (( Well this isnt a democratic sit, but i vote yes.))
So, you in or out?

Fried Silver: (( Well this isnt a democratic sit, but i vote yes.))

Jakob Yasha: ( This has been a trap from the get-go. We're deep in the shit pit boys. )

GM (GM): ((A critical decision! I know it sounds like I'm strong arming you guys but really, either way is open. Obviously in an RPG telling a bunny with mob boss like inferrence 'no' is something adventurers do.))

Box-O-Rocks: Personally, I prefer to not get locked into work. I 'd rather seek out another buyer to buy the rest or just take what you can get here. Hell, I made more money on that station.

Jakob Yasha: ( Yes, I know what I must do now. )
( ROLLAN )

Box-O-Rocks: (( Get what you can here and avoid a debt or contract. We can work with the Fox lady. She was cooler anyway. ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Of course I wouldn't do that. )

Joanna: (( I don't want to get roped into working either but Floren looks menacing ))

Jakob Yasha: ( Yes, and we're going to be forced into work with him. No, and we'll suffer unpredictable consequences. )
( I'm voting for Yes. )
( Funny how we put more serious thought into these meetings than fighting for our lives. )

GM (GM): Suule!

Suule! Swing vote!
((Well, combat is simply hit it until it stops. Here you have to plan!))

Joanna: (( I don't trust the guy so I'll go with my initial plan of working with him until we can turn the tables ))

GM (GM): So yeash until chance for betrayal.

Box-O-Rocks: (( Yeah, let's try and rip off a CEO of MegaSpaceCorp TM. /s))

Jakob Yasha: ( Mainly something to keep us from getting screwed hard. )
( Something to tell them we aren't worth being strongarmed anymore. )

GM (GM): Well, I'm still taking care of mom and I got to start on dinner.
Let us resume session next week with your response and the inevitible betrayal!