Jimmy initiative 14 
Jimmy’s going to run towards the professor and the what’s-it.

”Catch it!”

Athletics 19 
(and poisoned, so I’m sure these rolls will be rough)

((holy crap!!)

Initiative: 6

Maker sees a small rodent creature fall from the ceiling and watches as the dwarf appears to take aim at it. Maker wordlessly orders the recon drone to follow the specimen and shine a light on it (Surveillance Protocol: It has disadvantage on attempts to hide) while trying to communicate to its companions. Realizing that the distance and distractions are too great, it settles instead on its priority: to protect the Professor. Its robotic fingers deftly manipulate themselves through a series of arcane symbols as a voice simulator mutters incomprehensible syllables. A disembodied and glowing robotic hand appears in front of the rodent and attempts to pull a stool or chair on top of it (mage hand).

This looks like ...trouble Fezzik thinks. 

Initiative 5

He grips his claws settling his ballistic gloves in place.

(I assume Jimmy's trying to grab the fuzzball) 

Acrobatics: 17

Dwarf Str Save: 20

Jimmy dives down and grabs... nothing. Well, it seems like nothing for everybody except for Jimmy and Maker, who see and hear the squeaking, wriggling rodent creature in his hands.

Escape check: 20

Jimmy Athletics: 19

The nothingness/rodent manages to slip out of Jimmy's grasp and skitters away into a hole at the base of the Professor's table just as the Dwarf fires off his strange repeater, which lets out a wild energy blast, much more powerful than an ordinary repeater, that flies through the holoscreen in the middle of the room and hits the back of the stage, over the head of Ember, who ducks just in the nick of time.

"What the Hells is wrong with you?" yells the dwarf, glaring at Isokratos, "I coulda hit the 'meeb!"

Does Jimmy know what that was?  Nature? 8 

“Professor Orryn; ya’ll alright??”

Isokratos looks back at the dwarf, the massive helmet of his suit hiding any sort of expression from his face.

"But you didn't, did you? Still holding the sword, he'll move closer to the dwarf and the woman. "I'd advise against drawing a piece against that table." He looks at the human woman curiously.

"What happened, ma'am?"

The woman stammers for a minute, before regaining her composure.

"I... I don't know, there was this dust coming from above, and then my drink just... tipped itself over, all over me. Then he pulled out his gun and... well, what just happened happened."

The dwarf cuts in.

"Thwirrel. The damn things can get into your brain, erase themselves from your senses. Had to deal with a lot of 'em over the years. Dirty little buggers. Some of 'em can read your thoughts, even, know where you put your traps."

Maker and the medical drone move close to the professor, investigating the hole that the so-called Thwirrel had used to escape. Meanwhile the recon drone inspects the hole in the ceiling by which it entered. 

Isokratos peers at the dwarf, putting away his laser sword for the moment. "You were pretty quick with that blaster, pal. Are you keeping an eye on the professor, too? Didn't see you at the briefing along with the others."

“Thwirrel... ugh... pests. Anyone that’s ever dealt with ‘em knows to put ‘em down fast.” Jimmy still waiting to see if the professor is alright

The dwarf shrugs.

"I seen a few of 'em around here before, none in the Starswill, though. I'm just here to watch, not to take care of the professor. I'm just a guy who hates thwirrels."

The professor seems alright, though he's a little shook up, and he thanks Maker for checking up on him. The hole appears to almost immediately slope down, and the drone can't see too far into it.

The woman in the red dress stands up, her dress soaked in alcohol.

"Excuse me, I've got to go change my dress. I'll be back soon, hopefully I don't miss the presentation."

She swiftly exits the bar.

Isokratos watches the woman leave. He supposed she would have been attractive to a human, and he had an inherent suspicion of attractive people regardless of their ancestry. He had no reason to follow her though, not while he still needed to account for exactly what that nervous little halfling was so worried about. It was a puzzle, and the big Nautilid hated puzzles.

As she leaves, he turns his attention back to the halflings. He walks up to Tiberius. "Hey big man. Relax -- I'm not here to hassle you. I just had one more question for your clients. I wanna ask the Chief Data Officer if the thing he lost a bit ago was a nasty little rodent that chews through peoples' brains. Not something I thought the Coalition would sanction, but hey, I''m old-fashioned."

Kenny blinks.

"Uhh... what? I lost a lighter. And thwirrels don't chew through brains, unless, y'know, they want to.""

Isokratos smiles. "I'd imagine you know a lot about that, in your line of work, eh?"

"I... what line of work? I manage data for the galactic bank, sir."

Isokratos stares hard at the halfling. Surely he couldn't be this deliberately dense? Or maybe he could. Isokratos thought maybe the sister had a point being so sharp with him. Still, some part of him thought that something was hinky with this table of VIPs and their high-rent bodyguard, and the kid was the weak link.

"Of course you are. If you ever want to talk, away from the rest of your little gathering," he nods specifically towards Killabog. "I'm a Nautilid. I am easy to find."

He will wander back to where the others were standing, near the professor's booth, cursing in Aquan under his breath. He felt like he had just wasted his time. Time. That's something you...we...don't have a whole lot of. He heard the voices tell him before he pushed them back down.

(The professor, two other gnomish assistants, a lot of notes, and possibly a thwirrel)