From the doorway, AXL releases a shot at one of the cadets.
From the doorway, AXL releases a shot at one of the cadets followed by another quickly... perhaps a little too quickly as both are glancing blows.
Elthaeron fires off two rounds as well, lightly scorching the cadet but his Azlanti armour protects him from the worst of it.
Nosmo's eyes widen as the door slides open to reveal the two enemies.
He offers a brief, muffled squeal of surprise before pushing his way beside the doorjamb, on the party's side, to take cover.
Trosvod's teeth show with his grin, as he is about to unleash the sonic weapon mounted on his shoulder at the pair of cadets.
Then he is irked, as he remembers that they are trying to be *quiet*.
Instead, he charges with his other shoulder first but the cadet is able to deflect the damage.
The Azlanti cadet draws it's combat knife and manages to get inside Trosvod's guard while he is off balance. "For the Empire."
The other cadet draws his sidearm and returns fire at Elthaeron manage to land a flesh wound. You hear him speaking in their alien tongue.
Nosmo
Trosvod
AXL23
Elthearon
Cadet Red -8
Nosmo leans out past the edge of the doorway and wordlessly commands the AI within his exocortex to tag the unengaged cadet. He raises his hunting rifle and snaps off a shot at his target.
AXL waits for Trosvod to move out of the way.
Elthaeron snapped off another shot, hoping that a sheer weight of fire would bring them down. If they survived this firefight, then their helmets were his. He eyed them hungrily.
Trosvod grunts as the cadet's knife strikes home and responds with a closed fist!
Nosmo leans out past the edge of the doorway and wordlessly commands the AI within his exocortex to tag the unengaged cadet. He raises his hunting rifle and snaps off a shot at his target.
Trosvod grunts as the cadet's knife strikes home and responds with a closed fist!
AXL23 moves into the room to get a clean target, hunkering down behind the console he fires his rifle.
Elthaeron snapped off another shot, hoping that a sheer weight of fire would bring them down. If they survived this firefight, then their helmets were his. He eyed them hungrily.
The cadet steels himself as Trosvod punches him once more before driving his blade into Trosvod's forearm.
The other cadet focuses and combines fire, shooting at Trosvod in hopes of cutting down the groups numerical superiority.
Nosmo
Trosvod
AXL23
Elthearon
Cadet Red -15, Orange -8
Trosvod staggers back, starting to get concerned for his wellbeing.
AXL changes tactics, drawing his Pistol and attempting a distracting shot.
The elf took a deep breath. He was firing wildly and that wouldn’t do. Going back to his fundamentals, he calmly and deliberately put a round into a cadet’s chest.
Nosmo cycles the next round for his rifle. He struggles to tune out the chaotic din of battle and focus on the target ahead. He squeezes the trigger and fires again, hoping his shots are piercing the cadet's armor.
"Are we even hurting this guy?" he mentally screams at his exocortex AI, hoping for an update on the target's telemetry.
Nosmo cycles the next round for his rifle. He struggles to tune out the chaotic din of battle and focus on the target ahead. He squeezes the trigger and fires again, hoping his shots are piercing the cadet's armor.
"Are we even hurting this guy?" he mentally screams at his exocortex AI, hoping for an update on the target's telemetry.
Trosvod staggers back, starting to get concerned for his wellbeing.
AXL changes tactics, drawing his Pistol and attempting a distracting shot.
The elf took a deep breath. He was firing wildly and that wouldn’t do. Going back to his fundamentals, he calmly and deliberately put a round into a cadet’s chest putting it down.
The remaining cadet repositions to get a clearer shot at AXL23. Though his allies is dead he takes heart in the fact they've made one of the intruders retreat. "For the Empire!"
Nosmo
Trosvod
AXL23
Elthearon
Cadet Orange -14
Nosmo's latest shot whizzes over the last cadet's head, ricocheting off the ceiling and burying in the wall.
Elthaeron put another accurate shot down range, but the worst of it was absorbed by the cadet’s armor.
Being the focus of the enemy fire, AXL keeps up his tactics, trying to confound their opponent, then stepping back.
Nosmo's latest shot whizzes over the last cadet's head, ricocheting off the ceiling and burying in the wall.
Being the focus of the enemy fire, AXL keeps up his tactics, trying to confound their opponent, then stepping back.
Elthaeron put another accurate shot down range, but the worst of it was absorbed by the cadet’s armor.
Trosvod rounds the corner and does his best to put the Cadet down managing to put a round between his targets eyes.
This area seems to be the source of the jamming signal, turning it off shouldn't be too difficult. The device is more advanced than those commonly found in the Pact Worlds but removing it would take a little time.
The holographic display of Nakondis slowly rotates. The planet is predominantly marked as blue but two patches are red.
Nosmo runs into the emptied room, slinging his rifle around his shoulder as he goes. He identifies the console connected to the jamming signal and plunges into his effort to lift the communications block. Once that is complete, he assesses the likelihood of sending a distress signal to the rest of the Pact Worlds.
Trosvod shoots the corpse of the cadet again, out of annoyance.
"Frack, he got me but good! Anything on the computers?"
"Would the red patch areas correspond to the ones already occupied by the Azlanti?" - AXL ponders aloud.
On checking the location of Madelon's Landing AXL23 notices it is indeed marked as a red patch.
Nosmo thinks sending the signal should be possible with the jamming at an end. However sending a message to the Pact World that wont take many centuries requires a drift communication capable device. It may be more certain to signal Trosvod and Elthaeron's ship which with the jamming device out of order certainly can transmit the message. It will take days to get to the Pact Worlds, for now at least the colony is on it's own.
Elthaeron went over to the corpses to do the only truly important thing here. Find a helmet.
2x Troop ceremonial plate (which include helmets)
2x Survival knife
2x Tactical semi-auto pistol with 9 small arm rounds
Trosvod winces, unusually for him.
"Errk. Anyone have any meds?"
Nosmo steps away from the console once he realizes the futility of the device. Trosvod's groans draw his attention to something more immediate and more important that he had overlooked.
He breaks out the basic medkit from his bag and starts to treat the Starfinder's wounds.
"I'm no medical doctor, just to let you know," he cautions his ally.
"I know a bit about biology, so I'll do my best. Just, if it hurts a bit, um, please don't hurt me."
Trosvod grunts again, but does not strike anyone.
"Appreciated. Though I'd appreciate a pause too. Fancy holing up in here for a few minutes?"
After a short rest so Trosvod can recover the group pushed forward into the next room.
This wide training room has several colorful, stylized posters on the wall. Well-used targets are mounted on the walls to the north and east. Large, thin pads cover the floor on the eastern half of the room. Doors to the west and south are both marked with bright green lettering. A keypad and video camera lens are embedded in the wall next to the western door.
You notice a hidden sliding wall on the southern wall.
Elthaeron walked in, adjusting his helmet as he did so. It felt heavy, given that he wasn't wearing the rest of the armor. He completely failed to notice.
Nosmo tries to hide his surprise that he is able to treat Vesk anatomy so effectively, especially given his strictly academic knowledge of medicine.
As the party rests, though, it is almost impossible for the bioengineer to relax. He remains constantly on edge, keeping his rifle gripped tightly, certain that a cadre of Azlanti were about to storm in and put an end to their insurrection. His eyes dart between the two opposite doors, just waiting for the moment that never comes.
It is almost a relief when they move into the next room.
He remains too busy staring at the camera lens on the wall, imagining who might be watching, to take keen notice of his surroundings.
Nevertheless, he remains alertly on edge.
"Where are all the soldiers?" he asks nervously. "I expected this place to be crawling with them. Damn, I probably jinxed it."
Trosvod stomps into the room, feeling pretty good about life.
Elthaeron walked in, adjusting his helmet as he did so. It felt heavy, given that he wasn't wearing the rest of the armor. He completely failed to notice.
"The helmet is adequate" - AXL nods at the elf, before proceeding to search the room, and then the door to the south.
"Where are all the soldiers?" he asks nervously. "I expected this place to be crawling with them. Damn, I probably jinxed it."
"They could either be busy somewhere else, or waiting to ambush us" - the android replies flatly.
"We're going to have to shoot at them a lot either way. If there's no one here, let's pick a way and go."
Trosvod eyes south.
A narrow hall running north and south is separated from a large prison cell by floor-to-ceiling bars of translucent metal. Occasional crackles of electricity dance along the bars. There is no door to the cell, and the bars are each only a few inches apart. The cell has several fold-down benches, a simple toilet, and a water spigot over a drain. The hallway has a door at the northern end marked with green lettering, as well as a door in the eastern wall that is unmarked. The air has a heavy, charged feeling and smells of ozone.
An Azlanti soldier with different markings is waiting you with a security robot. Inside in the cells are six humans, a lashunta and a shirren.
The Azlanti soldier's purple eyes examine you with cold disdain and unleashes bolts of magical energy before taking cover in a door frame.
[ooc]DC10 Reflex save to avoid becoming entangled for rounds.
A creature hit by an entangle weapon becomes entangled until it escapes with an Acrobatics check (DC = 10 + weapon’s item level + the attacker’s Dexterity modifier) or a Strength check (DC = 15 + weapon’s item level + the attacker’s Dexterity modifier). An entangled creature can attempt such a check as a move action. Some weapons (such as stickybomb grenades) have a maximum duration for this effect. See page 275 for information about the entangled condition. The grenade is item level 1.
Trosvod
Nosmo
AXL23
Elthaeron
Azlanti
Elthaeron jumped out of the way and into cover. He quickly snapped off a shot...
The shot was accurate, but the damage was minimal. He resolved to check his weapon if they survived this to see if it was working correctly.
Trosvod ably dodges the grenade blast - and gets slammed by the purple bolt.
Perhaps he has experience in not being captured by police-style weapons?
"Hey mage! Eat lead!", he yells in return as he shoots.
Nosmo offers a brief, surprisingly high-pitched shriek as he dives out of the way of the grenade.
"Holy crap!" he exclaims, seeing the sticky goo explode upon the walls and floor. He clutches his hunting rifle close, almost like a stuffed animal, but quickly realizes he's embarrassing himself in front of the Starfinders.
He awkwardly aims his rifle through the door, past AXL, and squeezes the trigger - hoping to hit the robot.
As an afterthought, and a moment too late to benefit his shot striking the ceiling of the hall ahead, he tells his exocortex to lock on to the robot.
Trosvod ably dodges the grenade blast - and gets slammed by the purple bolt.
Perhaps he has experience in not being captured by police-style weapons?
"Hey mage! Eat lead!", he yells in return as he shoots.
Nosmo offers a brief, surprisingly high-pitched shriek as he dives out of the way of the grenade.
"Holy crap!" he exclaims, seeing the sticky goo explode upon the walls and floor. He clutches his hunting rifle close, almost like a stuffed animal, but quickly realizes he's embarrassing himself in front of the Starfinders.
He awkwardly aims his rifle through the door, past AXL, and squeezes the trigger - hoping to hit the robot.
As an afterthought, and a moment too late to benefit his shot striking the ceiling of the hall ahead, he tells his exocortex to lock on to the robot.
AXL manages to avoid most of the sticky substance but fails to land a blow when he returns fire.
Elthaeron jumped out of the way and into cover. He quickly snapped off a shot...
The shot was accurate, but the damage was minimal. He resolved to check his weapon if they survived this to see if it was working correctly.
Trosvod's armour absords the energy of a blast from the security robot.
"Four of you alien scum against me and the robot? You have faced children who have not finished their training until now. Now you face a warrior of the Azlanti Star Empire. Your inferiority will be made plain to you as I stand above your broken and dying bodies." The Azlanti calls out to you with disdain and returns fire.
Trosvod
Nosmo
AXL23
Elthaeron
Azlanti HP -4
"Yap, yap, yap. Azlanti or whatever, casters just *love* the sound of their own voices.", Trosvod loudly comments as he keeps shooting at the speaker.
The worst of the blast was absorbed by Elthaeron’s armor. He was suddenly very grateful for the helmet, as he could feel his teeth vibrate. He returned the shot with one of his own.
”And I’ll think of you when I use that weapon of yours later.”
With the assistance of his AI, Nosmo's aim is more on point. He still isn't quite used to the din of battle, though, and still winces with the crack of ballistic shots and sizzle of energy bursts.
AXL stands his ground, and unleashes another shot - "What are you doing in this region?" - he inquires, shooting his rifle.
"Yap, yap, yap. Azlanti or whatever, casters just *love* the sound of their own voices.", Trosvod loudly comments as he keeps shooting at the speaker.
With the assistance of his AI, Nosmo's aim is more on point. He still isn't quite used to the din of battle, though, and still winces with the crack of ballistic shots and sizzle of energy bursts.
AXL stands his ground, and unleashes another shot - "What are you doing in this region?" - he inquires, shooting his rifle.
The worst of the blast was absorbed by Elthaeron’s armor. He was suddenly very grateful for the helmet, as he could feel his teeth vibrate. He returned the shot with one of his own.
”And I’ll think of you when I use that weapon of yours later.”
The Azlanti reels at the shot from AXL's rifle. He says something in Azlanti and the drone fires at AXL. "Chatter all you want reptile, you will fall one by one before a superior life form." The Azlanti combines fire against AXL... it seems he has hit a nerve. "I come to perform my duty and expand the Star Empire."
Trosvod
Nosmo
AXL23
Elthaeron
Azlanti HP -22. Security Robot HP -6
Trosvod grins.
"Just like I said!"
He continues popping off shots at the mage.
AXL takes the hits in stride, taking a step back, and shooting again - "Why would the Star Empire have any claiming rights on this area of space?"
Trusting his comrades to deal with the more veteran Azlanti soldier, Nosmo continues to plug the robot with rounds from his rifle.
Trosvod grins. "Just like I said!" He continues popping off shots at the mage.
Trusting his comrades to deal with the more veteran Azlanti soldier, Nosmo continues to plug the robot with rounds from his rifle.
AXL takes the hits in stride, taking a step back, and shooting again - "Why would the Star Empire have any claiming rights on this area of space?"
Elthaeron hits the Azlanti dead center mass shattering his sternum and putting an end to it's boastful threats.
The robot returns fire one last time before being blow to bits.
Madelon calls out to your group. "Be careful the door where it's standing is trapped as are the bars of this prison. I can tell you in no uncertain terms I'm glad you were able to knock some wind out of him!"
Casual stationwear
Static arc pistol with 2 batteries (20 charges each)
Tactical dueling sword
Augmentations standard darkvision capacitors
With a nod at this person he has never met before, the android introduces himself - "I am Axel, we are here to release you" - and proceeds in checking the area carefully.
AXL can hear a faint buzz as an electrical current goes through bars but currently can't hear anything at the doorway into the room to the east so that trap isn't currently activated. There are scanners so likely will check for something to turn on or off the traps.