GM Z..D.. Starfinder Adventure Path: Dead Suns PBP (Inactive)

Game Master Z...D...

Roger

Maenala turns and watches the hundreds of patrons scrambling from the exit. "Hmm, they're going to miss the best part - three gangsters going down, covered in holes." She winks, then checks the scope on her rifle and aims at the yellow-suited thug. "Yellow is an awful color on you. You might want to get that flightsuit exchanged for something a little more intimidating, Colonel Mustard."

Activate Get 'Em as a move action, granting everyone +1 on attack rolls vs Yellow

Azimuth Laser Rifle, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 = 191d8 ⇒ 2

Meanala manages to nick his shoulder, leaving a fresh burn mark.

Yellow decides to step on the other side of G and draw his club and brings it on top of his head, but does not seem to hurt him at all.

Red takes a step back from the robot and fires once more, hitting it dead center. Zygex takes another 4 points of fire damage

Round 2(bold may act)
Yannick,Zygex(10 damage),Zeigris, G-607

Round 3
Blue
Maenala(4 damage)
Yellow, Red

"I would really rather prefer it if you desisted in your insistence to offer resistance to our persistence. Thank you for your assistance." He giggles slightly to himself at his own words and steps further into the room.

The display of lights runs down his arm again and a sudden suction draws all the warmth in the room towards his hand. A moment later it explodes outwards in a gout of super-heated air overtaking the yellow and blue dressed gangers.

Move to new position, Standard to cast overheat 15ft cone to hit yellow and blue. They'll need to make reflex saves.

Overheat DC 14: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

And i nearly gave him fire resistance too. Again, if someone would be so kind to move me into the room and right for a view on yellow..

Yannick winces as the comm-pad on his wrist lights up in warning from the multiple impacts on Zygex. As the third laser bolt catches his companion, Zygex crashes and de-powers smoke pouring from the scorch marks across it's carapace.

"Zygex!" the Lashunta exclaims, moving into the room and raising their gun with shaky hands. Breathing they pull the trigger with a harsh Bang.

Pistol vs Kinetic on yellow, get em: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6 for Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Standard Action
Starseeker commences another attack. Targeting Yellow, but if he's down then Blue, and if they're both down then Red. He has a move action so will move accordingly.

Solar Weapon Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 - vs. KAC
Solar Weapon Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 - Bludgeoning

Zeigris unleashes a heatwave, causing one of the kings to fall over. The other ramains standing.

G moves in on the singed target and brings his weapon down on the king, making solid contact.

Yannick's shot goes wide.

Blue draws his club and goes for one of the androids joints, causing his leg to cave in slightly. G takes 7 damage

Round 3
Maenala(4 damage)
Red
Yannick,Zygex(10 damage),Zeigris, G-607(7 damage)

Round 4
Blue

"And that's why you're in front, and I'm back here, Starseeker," Maenala calls out, watching one of the gangsters topple over. She moves back through the doors and aims at blue's chest.

Azimuth Laser Rifle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d8 ⇒ 3

Unfortunately, her rifle misfires and she takes out a flourescent tube above instead. "Oops... Damn it!"

Drat, forgot totally to attune myself! Oh well. 1 to the light side then.

"Suggestion: Stand down before it is too late."

Standard Action
Starseeker aims to smack the one in front of him.
Solar Weapon Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Solar Weapon Damage (Photon Attunement): 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8

If he finishes off Blue, he will move 25 ft. towards Red.

With the bot down, red moves around and fires at the android. The laser glances the androids shoulder. G takes 2 points fire damage.

G returns the strike to blue and crumples to the floor. He then moves to the remaining gangster. G I moved you within range of red.

Round 3
Yannick,Zygex(10 damage),Zeigris

Round 4
Maenala
Red
G-607(9 damage)

Small contention with the club damage... a club is archaic. That means that anyone with armor takes 5 less damage. So G-607 should just be down 4 damage (7 - 5 = 2 from the club, 2 from the shot)

Right, my fault. Adjust accordingly.

We're still learning the system. ;)

Hands still shaking, Yannick moves round the room to get a clearer shot on red, and to keep the table between he and them. Raising his pistol, the Lashunta tries to steady his aim and squeezes a shot off on the standing gangster.

pistol vs lac: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 for damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Zeigris shuffles closer to Yannick and pats his shoulder with a free hand. "There, there my boy! Between the two of us we'll patch him up in no time, I'm certain! ... Oh, excuse me a moment!" The technomancer then absently points his laser pistol at the remaining gangster and fires off a shot past G-607's face.

Move for a clear LoS and then firing at red

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Laser Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Maenala drops prone on her chest, and aims the sights on her rifle up at the red-eyed gangster's forehead. "A little higher... Right between the eyes... There!" Fwoooom

Swift to drop prone, move to activate Get Em, standard to attack

Azimuth Laser Rifle, Get em: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 141d8 ⇒ 3

The last king draws heavy fire from the party.

Red takes a guarded step and fires off a round at the android, the beam of energy goes of to the right.

Round 4 and 5
Party is up.

"Comment: Unwise"

1 more point of Light attunement.

Move Action
G-607 takes a step up to the enemy.

Standard Action
He keeps bashing away with his Solar Weapon.
Solar Weapon Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 vs. KAC
Solar Weapon Damage (Photon): 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8

The technomancer continues his lazy efforts at firing, proving that he's surprisingly accurate when slightly buzzed and not actually putting any effort into the shot. "I'd thank you to stop assault my rather monotone companion."

Standard to shoot at the ganger still up.

Laser Pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Laser Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Everyone has +1 to their attack rolls from Get Em, not that it looks like it will matter much from either of those rolls :P

"Can't you tell when you're outnumbered? Fight like an idiot, die like an idiot." Maenala squeezes the trigger on her rifle again, but gets an itch under her arm at the last moment and shoots another lamp.
Azimuth Laser Rifle, Get em: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 101d8 ⇒ 7

Yannick looks aghast at the ganger for continuing this debacle when outnumbered four to one. With sweaty palms and dry lips, Yannich raises his pistol once more and aims at the remaining gangster, softly squeezing the trigger.

Why don't they surrender?" he transmita telepathically to Maenala as he does so

Pistol vs Kac: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7 for damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Maenala moves in and delivers the final shot to the mans chest.He slumps to the floor.

End of Combat.

Looting the three of them gets you. 3 flight suits(station wear),3 azimuth laser pistols, with three batteries. 450 total credits.

Where to next or what are you going to do

Hands shaking and pale faced, Yannick moves over to inspect the damage wrought on his Drone companion. Frowning sadly at the burn marks he turns to the group and asks telepathically. I am out of my depth here, but I don't know if we will have time to repair him before moving on. The boss has to be near?"

If the group rests, Yannick will spend the time repairing his Drone to operable capability, if not, he leaves Zygex tucked in the corner to protect him from stray shots. Either way he picks up one of the Azimuth series pistols and checks it over. "Mind if I take one? The pistol is very noisy and the recoil throws me off. Plus, less blood.

"Response: We need to get to our objective before we rest. Or at least out of this area before the authorities come."

Maenala gets up from her prone position and shoulders her rifle, sighing as she throws off the staff coat she'd worked so hard to obtain. "I guess there was no reasonable way out of that. Well, we're looking for this leader, and the club's been emptied out. Except no one's run past us from that end," she points to the northern door with her pistol. "Let's press on."

The lashunta turns and scans the immediate area for anything noteworthy.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Indeed, we do not have time to loiter at the moment, we shall merely have to collect your cybernetic friend and piece him back together after we finish up here. And while this may be the downside, we should be quick before more members of the kings come!" Zeigris helps rummage through the gear of the downed gang members before moving to the door at the north of the room, listening at it to see if anyone is on the other side.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Nothing can be heard on the other side of the door.

I am assuming you all go in.

You all easily assume that this is indeed an office. It contains a desk, several chairs, and vidscreens tuned to multiple entertainment feeds. A door to the northeast leads to a secure storage area.

Inside you see a heavily armored vesk with a laser rifle trained on the door and a human crouched down behind the desk. They do not open fire.

"What the hell do you want?" She shouts, showing no fear, "You killed many of my men just to get to me, so you must want something."

G-607, realizing he has already caused enough harm in the previous rooms with his opinionated shenanigans, decides to keep quiet here until called upon.

Maenala prowls ahead towards the opposite side of the desk, tossing her hair back. "Let's just take a step back and relax, shall we? I think we'll be the ones asking the questions." She drums her fingers on her pistol and moves up to the crouched human. "You must be Fanari Nadaz, the leader of this gang. The jig's up. We know what you did to Duravor Kreel, and we're here to find out all of the juicy details. Right now seems like the perfect time to start providing said details to us. So, speak. Now."

Intimidate, skill expertise: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 9 + (6) = 32

I'd also like to use Detect Thoughts on her, DC 13 Will, I believe.

Ziggy isn't much for social intimidation, and wisely keeps his lips closed for the moment onside G-607. He does let a few technomantic sparks flicker off his fingers as he stands there, just to add a touch of looming threat to the conversation.

Intimidate Assist: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

The mountainous vesk steps in between the his leader and Maenala.

The female speaks, "Yeah, we killed the dwarf. What of it? We had to send the Hardscrabblers and Starfinders a message." She looks at the weapon pointed in her direction. "But with out proof, what good is it. It is your word vs ours, and unlike you, we have connections. Heard of Astral Extractions?"

Another intimidate check should do it

"Yeah, we have. And if you don't keep talking, my friend 607 here will gladly perform a different sort of astral extraction on you." Maenala smiles sweetly in the vesk's face. "We know they hired you. And you're going to give us proof of whatever agreement you had that led to Kreel being murdered."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 9 + (5) = 32

Did you mean a separate independent check, or an aid? Just in case, there is a separate one.

607 decides to chime in when his named is called upon. "Threat: Ibra empowers me through my astral extractions."

Intimidate (Aid Another): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

You are right, I needed a second roll from you. It required two checks.

She sneers at Maenala, "Fine, I'll give you the information. Its right here in this data pad. You are more than welcome to have it. Just leave us be and get out of my bar." She places her datapad on the desk and pushes it to Maenala.

You have the evidence. Now what?

Spending the time to collect the damaged parts from his ruined drone, Yannick follows meekly into the back office, eyes widening at the size and glare of the mighty vesk. Holding back as Maenala works her magic in the negotiations with the Gang boss, Yannick eventually lets out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding when it finished without incident.

Eyes darting between the vesk and their fearless leader, Yannick's grip shakes on his drawn pistol as his antenna twitch nervously. ""Are we done here?" he asks telepathically.

G-607 will glance over the data before being ready to continue.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Maenala leans over and grabs the datapad, scanning it over. "We'll be taking this with us. And you, you'll be ending any kind of agreement you had with Astral Extractions, or we'll be ending you. Sound good? Alright," the lashunta says, hefting her rifle, turning to Yannick and Zeigris. "I've had enough of this filthy place. Let's be on, shall we?"

What are our options, again? Level 21 Crew or Astral Extractions? What does the data on the datapad say/what have we learned from it?

That is pretty much it for the first part. The only thing left to do is turn in the data pad. Will post the wrap up and the beginning of the next mission tomorrow

Zeigris may or may utilize one of his remaining spells for the day on the bar as they depart. Another surge of brief cold followed by a barrage of intense heat to wreck a good portion of it. "Just to remind them, you see... Folks like this forget quickly, and repetition is the mother of all learning. Also, a little bit more payback for our dead associate." He casually adjusts his goggles and considers his handwork before following the others. "I think it had a bit of charm to it, but to each their own."

The PC's head to the spire and meet with Chiskisk once more to discuss their finding.

"This will do just fine. I commend you in showing restraint in dealing with these murderous thugs. I do not think everyone would. But we will need the data-pad to turn into the authorities. If you give it to us, we will be more than happy to arrange it. Once this is done, leave the rest of the investigation and legalities to the stations security personnel. We would not want the Arstral Extractions coming after the Society. They are powerful in their own right and we already seen what lengths they are willing to go to."

You guys handing over the datapad....

"Just like the Stations' Security Personnel used their competencies to protect Kreel?" Maenela telepathically quips to the others. "What exactly will happen to those gangers and Astral Extractions, Chiskisk?" She asks. "This should be all the evidence needed for the authorities to do something about, right?" She holds the datapad out for the shirren to take.

G-607 says the following in his normal deadpan monotonous tone. "Status Report: We were assaulted by three illogical and incredibly rude gang members and dealt with them according. I saw no further requirement to slaughter above what we already did."

Shifting nervously in Chiskisk's office, after getting a atrange look from the receptionist on his damage Drone, Yannick listens to their debriefing intently and waits for his opportunity to repair Zygex. Nodding to the Shirren he smiles nervously at Maenala's quip. "I am sure the security will be able to act and I thankyou for not letting it cometo more violence..." the young Lashunta says over the mind-link, before turning his attention to the Starfinder agent. "What now sir?"

"Inquiry: Yes, after we do as you ask with the authorities, what is the next task at hand?"

"Ah, thank you this should do nicely. Now that we have the proof of this murder, it will give the Station Personnel some teeth to grab a hold of them" With this, the shirren takes the data pad and places it in his desk, in a locked drawer.

"Right now, I have nothing for you. If you do find anything out about the Acreon or the drift rock, be sure to let us know. I will be sure to pass along any information I find with you. You all are quite resourceful, if you ever fancy joining the society, I would love to sponsor you all in"

As he escorts you back outside the room, he bids you farewell and closes the door behind you.

Part 1 of this book has concluded, I will begin part 2 tomorrow. In the mean time, feel free to sell and buy what you wish.

A few days after the PCs confront Ferani Nadaz and the Downside Kings, a messenger arrives at their lodgings with an invitation (printed on paper that is as black as the void of space) requesting their company for a meeting with His Excellency Gevalarsk Nor, the ambassador of Eox.

Culture Checks

The meeting takes place at the Eoxian embassy in Absalom Station’s wealthy Parkside neighborhood in the Eye. The embassy is normally restricted to Eoxian citizens and foreigners with official business, but the PCs’ invitation gives them authorization to enter. The Eoxian embassy has been decorated in a style reminiscent of traditional Eoxian architecture—black marble and bone-pale limestone, vaulted ceilings, sepulchral furnishings, and disconcertingly organic architectural details. Inside, a pair of undead skeletal attendants lead the PCs to a spare but well appointed office that feels something like the inside of an ancient mausoleum.

Inside the office, is who you believe is Gevalarsk Nor. Nor’s elongated cranium marks him as an elebrian, a native of Eox, and he is clearly undead—his skeletal countenance displays no scrap of flesh, and an eerie light burns in his otherwise empty eye sockets.
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He speaks in a low raspy tone and waves a skeletal arm, motioning to to a few empty seats.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Please sit, so we can discuss why I have called you here." Nor moves around his deask and takes a seat as well. "I’m certain you’re aware of the recent interest in the prospecting ship Acreon and the asteroid being referred to as the ‘Drift Rock,’ and I believe you’re also acquainted with the dispute between Astral Extractions and the Hardscrabble Collective over both the ship and the asteroid. Both parties are currently awaiting legal arbitration, but the wheels of justice often turn quite slowly. As a result, I have offered my services as a mediator in hopes of finding a solution that is equitable to both factions.

“I would like you to go to the Acreon, find out precisely what happened to its crew, and ascertain the value of its asteroid cargo, as well as determine whether this Drift Rock is truly as ‘mysterious’ as the media claims.”

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Ah, Eox, the planet full of nothing but bones and dust. Lovely.

Maenala stretches luxuriously and folds her arms across her chest as Nor explains the situation. A face for radio, that's for sure.

"Right. Another job for The Pact Worlds Investigation Unit, or at least, that's what it seems like we are," Maenala jokes with a sigh in her voice. "Any leads on what to look on the Acreon, Nor? Has anyone actually been on that ship yet? Any potential for danger or ... awfully loud music and angry gangers?"

culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

As they make their way to the meeting

Reading over the invitation, Yannick pales slightly. It wasn't that he didn't like the Eoxians, they were as much a citizen as anyone else, but their whole unblinking stare and lack of breath sometimes managed to creep the young mechanic out. Thinking on what he knows about the dust planet he fills in his partners.

"Ermm So we all know Eox is a full member of the Pact Worlds right?" he says over their telepathic link. "Well Nor is the head Ambassador for their presence here on the Station..."

Quieting as the gravity of the situation sinks in, Yannick follows Maenala into the Embassy, bidding Zygex leave outside.

In the office

As they enter the office Yannick smiles weakly at the ambassador and takes an offered seat. Listening to the proposal, the young Lashunta's antennae twitch nervously.

"Th-thankyou for your fa-faith in us. He manages to stammer. "Wh-what do we know of the ACreon's mission? Or has anyone seen its logs yet?"