Cwethan's Scoured Stars Incident 1-99 (1-2) (Inactive)

Game Master Cwethan

Bah, ok. Ignore me.

Pew Pew. Exemplar shoots the red bot

Laser Pistol, Get 'em: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 10 Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Yep -sure thing!

"Crash Time!

Quig causes a feedback loop in the speakers behind the drone grabbing it's attention for a moment,
Trick Attack Computers: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

He aims at the red lit drone. before scampering for cover.

Needler pistol+FF: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (1) = 3

"Everything burns," Azara intones, calmly.

He approaches the last drone, though does not get close enough to lash out at it with his solar weapon.

Instead, he releases the energy he's stored up within himself in a single flash of heat and light.

Supernova: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

DC 14 for half damage

Move action to get closer, standard to use the Supernova revelation. Currently unatttuned.

Azara, from where you are you don't have line of effect through the pylon you're next to. I've gone ahead and assumed you'd still want to blast, I've just scooched you (still in cover) to a space where your blast would reach.

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

There's a dreadful squeal that interrupts the dissonant alien music, and the Starfinders strike as one! The bot jerks out of the way of Azara's explosion and Exemplar's ray, but Quig's needles further score its inner workings.

Autocannon: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 4 = 21
Piercing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Recoil: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Autocannon: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 4 = 16
Piercing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Recoil: 1d4 ⇒ 1

The drone opens fire on Azara where he shelters, but, thanks to his cover, it does little more than pepper him with debris as it scoots farther away from the Agents.

Bold may go!
Skirmisher Bots (Red -17)
Gary -9
Azara -7 St, -3 HP
Naboh -6
Quig
Exemplar

That's it go, go, go! Gary shouts, bold, and stupid he advances.

Move- Get' um; std - move

Exemplar fires again at the red bot.

Laser Pistol, Get 'um: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 1 = 18 Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

The bot's engines squeal in protest, barely keeping it aloft!

Bold may go!
Skirmisher Bots (Red -19, Get 'Em'd)
Gary -9
Azara -7 St, -3 HP
Naboh -6
Quig
Exemplar

The caltrops the bot dropped cat the beginning prevent Azara from rushing it so he moves around the other side.. He lets the infinite power of gravity play through him as he moves.

Move to move. Gravity attuned 1

A loud shriek of audio feedback erupts from all communication devices across the Starfinder Society fleet and deployed teams. The feedback precedes an alert of a new threat: dozens of unknown starships are entering the Scoured Stars through the Drift!

Data screens across the fleet begin displaying a live feed of a chitinous, six-legged creature with a large mouth full of sharp teeth. Rings of glowing, unblinking eyes cover the upper and lower sides of the creature’s body, looking in every direction at once. The creature’s three-clawed forelimbs hold what looks like an alien plasma cannon, while its second set of limbs terminate in cybernetic augmentations resembling long sabers.

When the creature starts speaking, its words sound like a chaotic jumble of consonants, but soon the syllables turn into a sinister-sounding, digitalized voice speaking in the Common tongue: “We are jinsuls, and you are not welcome in our space. This is our ancestral home. You do not belong here. You will be removed.”

As soon as the ominous message ends, First Seeker Luwazi Elsebo speaks to the Society through the comm system: “According to our sensors, these creatures—jinsuls—are entering the Scoured Stars through a location near Bastiar-7. I need a group of volunteers, our best starship crews, to scout the area and keep these aggressors occupied. Meanwhile, I want everyone else to continue evacuating the survivors. Time is a luxury we don’t have, so make haste and be ready to be extracted at a moment’s notice!”

Table GM’s- You are now set to start Part 3, but remember Part 2 Evacuation Missions that are still open can still be accomplished. All Part 1 Recon Missions are now closed.

Naboh receives telemetry from his exocortex and uses it to fire at the robot.

Not sure if the purple thing in the center blocks line-of-sight. If so, Naboh's Move action is to move up to it and take cover behind it, and this attack does not have the +1 from Combat Tracking.

ALR, Get 'Em, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 13 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Sadly the purple thing does block line of sight

Naboh's shot narrowly misses the determined bot!

The bot's engines squeal in protest, barely keeping it aloft!

A-1 begins to chant, "The masters have returned!
The masters have returned!
They will see that there world is perfect in their name.
The masters have returned!"

Bold may go!
Skirmisher Bots (Red -19, Get 'Em'd)
Gary -9
Azara -7 St, -3 HP
Naboh -6
Quig
Exemplar

Trick Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
Needler: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6 Sigh

Autocannon: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Piercing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Recoil: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Quig quickly snaps off an errant shot at the bot, which zips past both waiting ysoki, careening even farther as it puts another round into Naboh's armor!

Bold may go!
Skirmisher Bot (Red -19)
Gary -9
Azara -7 St, -3 HP
Naboh -9
Quig
Exemplar

The red bot flies dangerously close to Gary, who only manages OOH! Shoot it! But everyone know what he means. He then does just that.

Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 1 = 13
fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

move - Get'um; std - attack

Hey, that's rude!

Naboh scurries behind better cover and fires.

ALR, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Thanks for the bot, sick kids kept me away from the PC

Quig closes his eyes, 'Real fights are hard'

The DDOS is reloaded and he sends it at the 'red' bot

Trick Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

He snaps off a shot, narrowly missing exemplar. "Sorry mate"

Needler: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 9

The shot misses and he scurries past the drone and into cover.

'Not sure if the drone can AOO but I would provoke with my move'

Azara finds himself entirely out of position. This thing is moving around, a lot. He hurries to close the distance with it so that he can attack it...soon. He retains his connection to the power of gravity.

He hums an ancient tune that has been slightly modified, muttering the words. "I'm reeelyyying on gravity..."

Double move to get close. Gravity Attuned 2

The drone crashes and burns, and Quig is able to get to an access point to uncover what A-1's been hiding before more drones arrive!

The AI's records reveal that a group of Starfinders visited the city a year ago but the defense bots killed them. In their subsequent investigation to make certain that the Starfinders were anomalies and not the vanguard of some future invasion, the bots found information about a group of other agents trapped on the desert planet Callion-1. A-1's computers have detected weak signals coming from that planet within the last 24 hours, which may mean some of the Starfinders are still alive!

Feel free to take a short rest while traveling to your next mission!
There are 5 new evacuation missions up in Maps & Handouts to choose between, but you can also take your ship out to battle the returning Jinsuls!

Gary would say space battle with the Jinsuls; or would prefer the Cracked Mirror or God's Home

Short rest - yes

Cool, just go ahead and mark off the RP if you're taking the rest. Second vote will take it!

As a religious android Exemplar would like to see God's Home

Done!

Starfinder Command is very grateful for the information you provide of a potential rescue mission, but for now, you have been seconded to another task.

The bleachling gnome Venture-Captain Naiaj points to a digital image of an ice giant planet labeled as Bastiar-8. She taps her finger on a barren moon orbiting the planet, zooming in on it. “We were able to analyze logs recovered from a medical research ship. According to the data, many
Starfinder ships landed on a rocky moon of Bastiar-8. Our hypothesis is that they deemed the moon safe to land on, and perhaps they found useful resources there. The moon looks completely barren and inhabitable, but our scans indicate there is an air-filled cave system beneath the surface, which is where the Starfinders have presumably taken shelter. Your landing craft is waiting. Get down there and safely extract our agents.”

***

The earlier scans appear to be correct, for as you approach the moon, your sensors confirm the existence of an air-filled cave system. After some searching, you find a giant cavern with a small freshwater lake in it and an entrance to what looks like a temple...

Two statues flank the entrance of this hall. Each statue depicts a six-legged and many-eyed insectile creature wearing robes over a suit of armor, the same creatures that have just begin attacking your comrades across the Scoured Stars.

Many narrow corridors extend from the entrance hall, each of them marked by sigils of reddish metal embedded in the wall.

Beyond the sigiled walls you can see the silhouettes of people huddling in the shadows.

Terrain Features: All stairs in the temple are steep and count as
difficult terrain. The ceiling is 20 feet high. The statues don't block line of sight entirely, but do grant cover. The gravity in the area is low throughout. This allows you to triple jumping distances and carrying capacity, as well as thrown weapon range increments.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

BAH, silly dice

SP 12/12 HP 14/14 RP 3/4

Naboh bounces with glee in the low gravity.

Hey, I got a cousin from a low-G world. "Stretch" Berrnshaw, we call him. Almost 4 feet tall, he is! Well, on his world he is. When he visits Akiton, he shrinks down to about two and a half feet and crawls on all fours. We still call him "Stretch". It'd be mean not to.

He glances all around.

Any idea what those squiggles is all about, Cap'n? I got no idea. Whaddya think, go down the big stairs first or check out the smaller corridors? My cousin Squishy always says, "Down the hatch!" whenever he takes a drink. There's never a hatch, though. Yeah, Squishy's a little odd.

SP 7/7 HP 8/11 RP 4/5

[occ]Are the silhouettes of people actually people or just images?[/ooc]

"Your family sounds quite interesting, Naboh. A man who leaves danger at his back is making it a target for his enemies," Azara says.

"I think we should check the smaller corridors here, first. Don't you agree Captain?"

Yeah, my cousin Susie says the same thing, except she says "Y'all better put that pie back where you found it, Naboh Berrnshaw, before I knock you out with a corn ladle". Small universe, huh?

"A corn ladle seems to be a very specific tool. Can it not be used for ladling other things? Does your cousin serve so much corn that she needs one or more ladles specifically for that purpose?"

Yeah, funny. I never stayed long enough to find out.

They're shadowy and indistinct, but they move like people.
As Azara moves into one of the corridors, light flares, hurling the Solarian back into the antechamber!

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Azara, something to keep in mind, the more 'Ah, Shucks' you get from a Ysoki the tighter you hold onto your wallet.

He looks around the temple, "This place is creepy"

"Whoa!" Curiosity over takes caution and the ysoki creeps forward reaching out for any technology access points with his computer.

Maybe something needs to interact with these sigils of reddish metal embedded in the wall?

Gary studies the sigils to see if they can be manipulated in any way.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

The sigils can be touched, but prying them out or anything would probably require destroying a good chunk of the walls.

To Quig's dismay, this temple-cave appears analog.

Naboh watches Azara get thrown back and reconsiders the plan to try the smaller corridors.

He tests the corridors one by one, tossing a small object into them to see if it's only live things that trigger the trap, and if any corridors are not similarly trapped.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

The objects don't trigger the wards, but the cowering silhouettes flinch every time you draw closer to the corridors.

"Well, I'm not trying THAT again," Azara says, brushing himself off.

He frowns at the figures cowering, though. "Do you think they're afraid of us? Why would they be? Anyone have any ideas about deactivating these wards?"

Looks t'me that maybe they're captives, and we need to find a way to get them out.

Naboh concentrates for a moment, then reaches his hand out dramatically. From a distance (30 ft), he tries to push and wipe one of the sigils. If that doesn't work, he tries holding a handkerchief from his hygeine kit in front of a sigil to block it from view.

Psychokinetic Hand 2/3

There's the familiar sense of pressure as you push against the sigil, but you don't get any sort of feedback or anything from the wards.

Quig inches forward sniffing.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"Nope, Nothing, anyone have explosives?"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Eh, nothin' here, boss. At this point I think maybe we should just destroy the statues. Maybe that'll get someone's attention...

Y'know, I got a cousin who's a "living statue" street performer on Eox. He does it after work, for fun. 'Course, it's easier when you're technically undead.

Naboh does have a frag grenade, but they're designed to destroy flesh, not stone. He doesn't think it would do much to the sigils.

Hey, I got an idea...

He takes his datapad (*) and types out a simple "How can we help you?" message on it, then uses his ghostly hand to carry it as far into a corridor as he can without setting off the trap.

Let's ask the locals.

(*) I think it's assumed we all have a general-purpose datapad for everyday use. If that's wrong, Naboh instead finds something to write on and writes the message in ink.

The wretched silhouette's shrink away from the floating datapad, making no reply but wordless fear. By the light of the screen however, you can see a familiar insignia. They're Starfinders.

Further sigil futzing, other corridor plans, or onward to other rooms?

Wow, I go to bed and wake up to 16 posts in here. You all are busy

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

I note that the sigils do not flare or react when the wards are triggered.

Does the main corridor have sigils and/or captives?

I'm about out of ideas. If all the corridors are seemingly trapped then we can't use them -- they forcefully hurl us back. The sigils don't seem to respond to any manipulation. The captives must be saved but can't help us help them. If the main corridor is trapped then I'm on to shooting at the statues out of desperation.

The main corridor does not appear trapped... nor does it have any captives. Just a big creepy looking statue at the far end.

So there are other rooms we can access? Up the stairs?

Maybe this place as more to offer, let's look around some more. Gary suggests.

He begins looking around, especially looking for things like hidden access panels.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

The walls of the next chamber are covered in bas-reliefs depicting the same kind of creatures as the statues in the entrance hall. The Jinsul are depicted as worshiping a faceless, formless god, killing their enemies with many kinds of weapons, and sacrificing their prisoners on an altar.

And as you climb the steep stairs, it becomes clear that this is not mere fancy. The chamber at the far end of the temple contains a large statue and an altar in front of it. The statue resembles those near the entrance, except it is much larger and has dozens of legs and even more eyes.

Though the statue doesn't move, every flickering shadow seems to cast it in a different position, almost as if it's hunting you between moments.

Everyone must pass a DC 11 Will save or become shaken

Soon after you arrive, a voice speaks from all around you. It takes a moment to realize what is so odd about it before you realize that despite the cavernous surroundings, it doesn't echo at all.

“What are you doing here?"

Please adjust your positions on the map as you wish, just trying to keep people mostly together while also moving forward the people who've said they're moving forward.

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

I do not recognize this statue as being any deity that I know of.

Medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

We are looking for members of our organization who may have become lost here.

That is what we are doing, right? I haven't gone nuts?

The voice is hard to pinpoint, but it seems as though it's closer, though from sentence to sentence it seems as though different creatures are speaking through the same bodiless mouth.

"Other Starfinders... of course... Not all synthetic beings... Your weapons are unfamiliar to me. Describe them, please."

will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Will DC11: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7 Shaken (-2 to all d20's)

Uhhh, I dunno, boss. I got a bad feelin' about this.

Naboh retreats halfway down the stairs, shaking with fright but unwilling to abandon his friends.

Medicine DC12, Shaken: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 2 = 21

Look at the blood stains. They been sacrificing people here for a long time.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Azara is far from comfortable with the mood and decor of the chamber they find themselves in. He's no more comfortable with the voice coming from nowhere in particular. Though, being telepathic, it is not as disturbing as it might be to others.

At least there is some communication going on.

He draws the mote of solar energy from between his antennae and transforms it to it's ankh weapon form.

"Different forms, different ways of thinking do not mean that understanding is impossible."

"My weapon is the very power of the stars, the energy of the cosmos itself. Or a tiny portion of it," he is happy enough to explain.