Jeff held a proud smirk. He’d dust off and adjust his jacket. After taking a moment to exchange nods with the others, he’d stride forward to Tsadok. He’d reach his arm out to offer a handshake, grasping firmly and respectfully. Jeff definitely didn’t have muscles in any capacity to match Tsadok’s, but he didn’t mind feeling them. “Good show, sweet Tsadok.” The man would dip his head in a bow before his charming smile would return to his face. “Our Ladies in Command have great taste and fancy things of quality. I do hope you are a man of your word.” Honeyed eyes would trace Tsadok’s tattoos before snapping back up at him. “Captain Toni wishes to grace her lovely skin with the desired artist as requested,” He’d then gesture towards Dani then the Golem. “And our Commanding Officer (player malfunction: brain farting real title) Quartermaster Dani more than deserves a chance at doing her part in upcycling responsibly.” Jeff would pause to study Tsadok. “What do you say?” His smile would grow.

Persuasion if needed: 8 
(lol damnit! Tsadok so strong, bruises his arm and makes him weak in the knees? XD Gunna bat my eyelashes for adv for them winning: 15 ) 

With the fight done, Arcade would quickly check his gear for damage, before helping Dani with any task she had to do at that moment. Afterward, if he had nothing else to do, he would go practice on his new guitar, wishing to get that tune he had in his head down.

Gin pumps both fists into the air and cheers, her wings fluttering rapidly in delight. "Wahoo! We did it squad! Nice job everyone!" She then promptly gives everyone a high five. When she hears Jeff speak about Toni getting the name of the tattooist that did Tsadok's ink, she gasps loudly. "Toni! You're gonna get inked?! Oooh, what are you gonna get?! Oh oh! Wanna get matching tattoos?!" The lashunta bounces at the thought. "I mean, we don't have to, but it would be pretty sick. Maybe like a bee and a flower on our fingers? Oh, or or--" She rambles on unless stopped.

Tsadok looks at you strangely but allows you to take the golem for parts.

Dani absolutely ignores the strange look and sets upon disassembling the golem with great enthusiasm, particularly keeping a lookout for anything that could be used to upgrade Arc (with his permission, of course).

Toni cheers, “**** yes, crew! We crushed it!” She twirls the hammer of sebulba, before placing it back in it’s sling. She  chuckles as Jeff shmoozes the emissary for the tattooist’s name. when Gin gets all excited and starts blasting out ideas, Toni will giggle, letting her go, before wrapping her in a big hug, their antennae touching in a Lashunta embrace, glowing together with a gentle affectionate pulse. “I have some ideas, but obviously we should get a matching tattoo as well.”

When the evening comes, you are all led to a gated off mansion at the far edge of the city. The guards allow you through the gate and when you enter the mansion, you see that the revelry is in full swing, with tables filled with all sorts of food and pirates of various races swaggering and staggering about under the influence of various drugs and alcoholic beverages. At the center of the festivities, in a golden throne is Nebula King Bonefist and it only takes you a moment to find out how he obtained that name when you spot his cybernetic right hand that has been intentionally designed to appear skeletal. Bonefist looks more of a pirate than king, opting to wear the traditional tricorne hat of a pirate instead of a crown. When Bonefist notices you, he repeatedly roars for silence, before taking his pistol and shooting it into the air when the partygoers fail to follow his command.

“This fresh catch of scallywags want to add their fine ship to our brethren o’ the stars,” he says, erratically waving his still smoking pistol towards all of you. “But before I award their letter of marque and make them Free Captains right and true, I say we hear from them.” Bonefist turns his dark gaze upon you. “What say you tell us all a tale or two of how you came by the plunder in your hold?”

At this point, the partygoers all turn towards you, anticipating your story. You will need to either make a Performance or a Diplomacy check in order to tell of your exploits in an entertaining manner. As many of you can participate in this check if you like, either helping someone and giving them advantage on a roll (for which I will require that you describe how you're helping) or making a Performance or Diplomacy check if your own. If multiple checks are made, I will add them all up and use the average result to determine the final outcome.

Arcade will offer up some atmosphere, by pulling out the electric guitar that Dani bought him, and set a tune for whoever chose to step up and tell their narrative. With his average skills, he strums a few simple tunes, matching the tones of the story as best as he can, swapping from lighter, slow strums and picking, to quicker, harder rips.

(Take that advantage whoever wants it!)

"Ooh, the energy here is so colorful!" Gin grins widely, clapping her hands as her wings are aflutter in excitement at the sights of the party. "What should we do firs--" The lashunta is then cut off at the sounds of gunshots, her excitement running cold for a brief moment, up until all of the attention had been drawn on them. "Oh! Oh! We can totally do that!" She swings her bagpipes forward on her hip. "In song! ... Might have to improvise some bits, but we totally got this. Get ready everybody we're gonna give these guys a show they'll never forget!"

"At first I was afraid, I was petrified,
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side--"

"Er, wait, no, haha, sorry! Let's try this again...
It all started in space~..."

Performance: 25

Dani grins and snaps her fingers, electricity and fire arcing at her fingertips as she gets ready to provide lots of fun special effects, making tiny explosions and staticy effects to go with the story, especially the fight scenes.

Jeff would make a motion as if to zip his lips, but would smile widely. He watched wide eyed and in wonder for any parts he didn't know, enjoying the show. Inspired by Dani and Arc contributing with their own personal touches, he'd consider doing the same. Biting his lip, he'd give in. Jeff couldn't resist group activities. With his hands behind his back, he'd wiggle and twist his fingers to add minor illusions and/or wafts of familiar scents to highlight the lashuntas already perfect performance. With the groups efforts combined, it could become a show that stimulates all the senses, truly transporting the audience through their own unique storytelling experience.

As Gin starts the tale, Toni lays down some synth drums with her song, enjoying and vibing with her sister and the surprisingly virtuosic guitar playing of arcade. She would trade off back and forth with Gin telling the various chapters of their adventure so far, the music swelling and exciting at the actiony bits and mysterious and cool at the discovery and sad parts.

the Lashunta Captain laughs and revels in the performance, heightened by Dani and Jeff’s visual effects. With a flourish they finish the tale with a power chord, flash of smoke and lights, and powerful grunt capping the song with a steady thump. PERFORMANCE 27

Gin:28
Toni:11

Total:39/2=19.5

The crowd is properly entertained by your story and erupts in applause as the Nebula King awards you your letter of marque. The letter states that you, Captain Toni, have the authority to seize or destroy cargo, incarcerate or slay crew and passengers, and sink or capture ships from other nations, mercantile or otherwise. It also states that you have these privileges apply to any ship operating in the Diaspora that has not sworn loyalty to a Free Captain or possesses their own letter of marque. Bonefist also teaches you the magic word that will turn the letter of marque into a more innocuous document like a cargo manifest or a ship's log, in case you're ever flying in territory where the possession of one of these documents is punishable by death.

The rest of the night is a celebration, with everyone partying even harder now that you've received your letter of marque. The next morning (or afternoon, depending on how long it takes to get back to the Reclaimer and get rested up) there's a messenger waiting for you outside the ship.

Gin revels in the applause that the group is given from their performance, having missed the feeling of being cheered for to this degree. She is smile, practically ear to ear. "Thank you everybody!" She shouts, bouncing on her feet, excited when they earn their letter of marque. When the king steps away, Gin wraps Toni into a big hug. "We did it! You're gonna be the best captain ever, with the best crew ever!"

As the night draws on, the lashunta's energy never seems to fade as she continues to perform songs, with or without the crew (had they wanted to take a break). Gin seemed to thrive off all the attention and good vibes about, and partied well into the night.

Gin wakes up late in the afternoon, and despite how late she had returned from the festivities, she was still as glowy and as optimistic as ever. When she sees the messenger, she perks up and shouts over, "Hey! What's up!? Need me to grab the captain for you?!"

Arcade continues to play music throughout the party, more than happy to offer up a tune to the celebration. He'd found a liking for being able to create something, rather than simply repair or destroy it, even if that something was just a melody. 

Come the next day, Arcade was up early and spent the morning cleaning up the messes left by the crew (mostly Gin) around the ship after their late return. He himself didn't drink, and didn't even really sleep, so he was happy to offer some way to support the crew in this way. When he finally finished, he had noticed that Gin had awoken and was speaking with a messenger. He walked up behind her, his eyes blinking on and off as he looked towards the messenger.

Dani participates in the festivities willingly for a while, but goes home earlier than the others, feeling a little overwhelmed by all the people. She sent Arc a message to stay at the party and keep an eye on the others to make sure they all got home safe, noticing how much the robot enjoyed making music.

That's not to say that she went to bed when she got back, though. Dani worked until past when the others got back, doing repairs and improvements on her armor and various stuff on the ship. Eventually, she finally drags herself to bed and crashes.

The next morning, Dani is still most definitely unconscious when Gin and Arc start talking to the messenger.

"That would probably be best, yes."

Jeff enjoyed roller coaster of the day's highs, and even it's 'low' (he really wanted to impress his Captain by securing what she wanted), but the night was still young and he was still feeling plenty lucky. He definitely planned on getting his fill of what the festivities had to offer. And how could one not want to stick around with such vibrant energy and lively entertainment from their very own Gin? The man couldn't wipe the infectious grin from his face if he tried. He'd support Gin's performances from the crowd with light touches of his minor illusion magic, but also, he'd circle the dance floor. Using his confident charisma, he'd invite strangers to enjoy the Lashanta's performance further by dancing with him. Sweeping them off their feet or dipping them as appropriate, Jeff worked on leaving a lasting impression so the patrons would shower their lovely performer with attention and praise.

Of course at one point during the night as a personal must, Jeff would find Toni. He'd reach his hand out to formally bow to his Captain prior to flashing her a confident smile, "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you?" Should she accept, he'd take care to accompany her and dance with her for as long as she pleased. He wanted to encourage her to enjoy the night in safety and in the company of her sisters music. The man wasn't without enjoying a few drinks himself to keep loose, but always kept his wits about him to ensure he could escort the ladies home when, if, they ever called it a night. And he thought he had energy!

Come the next morning, Jeff was up, but wouldn't be in a rush to get out of bed. He'd contently linger for as long as he could, completely procrastinating getting dressed. Putting gear on meant he might have to fight and he usually preferred the loving part of his 'job' over the fighting.

“Okilly Dokilly!” Gin gives the messenger a two fingered salute, turning to Arc briefly. “Keep this good man entertained, Sparky!” With a slap on his shoulder, she runs off to awaken Captain Toni, all while rubbing her now throbbing hand.

”Tooooooooni boloooooogna!!!” Gin shouts, loudly knocking on the captains quarters door. “You’re neeeeeeded!!!”

Toni smiled at Jeff's invitation, "That sounds quite nice, Jeff. Thank you." she gives a wink to Gin before taking Jeff on a night of drunken dancing and partying, Bard style.

The next morning, Toni hears the call of her sister, and groans loudly, "Go away!" before rising out of her bed, looking quite disheveled, wearing the deep cut white blouse from her captain's regalia and not much else. She groggily moves to the sink and splashes water in her face before sliding the door open. The laconic lashunta captain yawns loudly, before asking, "What?"