Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
"What's this? Spectre and Ted actually getting along?! Truly, the Dawn Brings New Light, and with it a miracle!" Arc comments.
Despite the noise of Isu's approach, the cultists don't think to look toward the entrance until you're almost upon them. As you reach the doorway, one of them looks up in your direction and his jaw drops. "DA HELL!?" The three are momentarily caught off balance as they scramble for weapons more serious than the hot pokers they were using on the local animal.
(You ALL get a surprise round action. After this, only Jelico beat them in initiative, so he can also take his round 1 actions)
Jelico's mind thrust falls upon the southernmost cultist, causing a trickle of blood to seep out of her nose. Caught off guard, she also eats a direct hit from Spec's rifle.
The blue cultist draws and tosses an incendiary at Jelico and Isu. The ensuing burst of napalm sprays through the air, but both manage to shield themselves from taking too much to the face.
Jelico Ref:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 Isu Ref:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 (Isu takes 0 damage, Jelico takes 5 fire dmg)
The red cultist draws a battered pistol and lets out an ululating war cry as he fires at Isu. The pistol's jet of nanites fails to find purchase on Isu's armor. The green cultist lets out a gleeful cry as he charges at Jelico, drawing and slashing down with a jagged blade. The longsword slashes across Jelico's arm. (Dealing 17 damage. The green cultist's movement provoked from Isu) Green giggles "Something more fun than forest creatures to take apart!"
|||| INIT ||||
Spec (13 dmg)
Isu (34 dmg)
Arc (8 dmg)
Ted (13 dmg)
Jelico (35 dmg)
Green Cultist
Blue Cultist (36 dmg)
Red Cultist
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
Arcalinte readies his sword as he advances.
Using my surprise round action to get to current position.
Then he swings at the green cultist, hoping to take him down quickly!
Jelico's shooting stars pummel green moments before Isu cleaves into the cultist with a pair of powerful strikes. Isu's spin carries his weapon's blade around in a deadly spiral, cutting deep wounds in blue and red as well. None of the three fall, but there's a moment of shocked silence from the group as they realize they might've underestimated your capabilities.
The small furry forest creature dives for cover while the cultists are distracted.
Ted's shot deflect's off blue's armor, but Spec has better luck with the first of his plasma blasts. Green takes a crackling blaze straight to his chest and is cut down by Arc immediately afterward.
The blue cultist draws her longsword and lunges at Isu, but her swing falls short of his armor. Red takes advantage of the distraction to do the same, but has far better accuracy. His jagged blade cuts a shallow gash. (Isu takes 15 damage after DR)
Male Human Mystic 12 | 76/76 HP, 97/97 SP, 9/9 RP | Init +3 |Perception +25 | EAC 22, KAC 23 | F +7, R +8, W +12 | Spells/Day Left: oo/6/5/2/3/0/0
Jellico cheers as Isu pulls off that amazing strike on three targets at once. "Huzzah! Get it, Isu!"
He hangs back to evaluate the aftermath and, seeing blue is the more damaged of the two, throws three shooting start at him in hopes of finishing him off as well.
Shooting stars deliver a trio of bruises and blue takes an icy beam to the gut. The blue cultist growls with pain, but fanatically calls out "The Devourer takes everyone!" as she gets ready to die in her god's service.
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
Arcalinte turns to the next blue cultist and ZOOMS towards them, cosmic fire erupting from his form as he charges!
Isu's swing cleaves red's head clean off his shoulders and cuts a deep gash in blue with one smooth motion. Spec's plasma blast impacts blue with a charring flash, sending her flying into the wall behind. She slumps to the floor, lifeless.
Combat Over!
The forest creature quivers in a corner between the wall and the elevated platform in the north-east corner of the room. It watches you all with large eyes, stricken with fear. Other than its low frightened purring, you hear a slow intermittent clanking resonating from somewhere deeper in the complex.
Loot:
3x golemforged plating III (with weapon spikes made with tactical knives in an armor upgrade slot)
3x liquidator disintegrator pistol
5x incendiary grenade IIs
3x sintered longswords
Assorted improvised tools for torture
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
Arcalinte sheathes his weapon, then turns his attention to the creature.
"Isu? Jellico? Can we calm this poor thing so we can treat its injuries?"
Is it REALLY a porg, or are you just goofing with us, Cellion? :P
Male Human Mystic 12 | 76/76 HP, 97/97 SP, 9/9 RP | Init +3 |Perception +25 | EAC 22, KAC 23 | F +7, R +8, W +12 | Spells/Day Left: oo/6/5/2/3/0/0
Jellico laughs a bit at Isu's attempt to calm the animal. "I can try, but I can't promise that I'll do much better."
He knees down and grabs a bit of ration out of his pack. He offers it to the creature. "Hey little guy. We don't mean you any harm." Survival:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
S-P37 'Spectre' wrote:
Spectre examines the equipment the group found.
"Is any of this of use to any of you?" he asks.
"I suppose I could take one of the pistols...it may pack more of a punch than my starknife against foes at range, though I am more accurate with my throwing arm than my trigger-finger."
What do you guys think? While my starknife's crit finished off the atrocite, I haven't upgraded the thing at all the entire campaign, and maybe it IS time for a new ranged weapon?
Male Human Technomancer 12 Dataphiles | SP 84 HP 64 RP 10/11 | EAC 28 KAC 29 CMAC 37 CMD 29 CMB +9 | Kinetic DR 5/- | F+6 R+10 W+11 | Init+6 | Perc+3 | 1st 1/6 2nd 0/6 3rd 0/5 4th 0/4 Cache 0/1
Ted poorly helps to aid in calming the creature as well, "Don't worry little guy, only the robot will hurt you."
survival calming:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Ted likes grenades, and he wouldn't mind an option for doing acid damage, though his base weapon is a 2d6 Cold so he wouldn't use the acid that often, so take it if you want it Arc.
Is it a Porg? Or is it a legally distinct cute forest creature? :)
The forest creature quivers in the corner, ignoring Isu, until Jelico arrives with a calming demeanor and a piece of food. It approaches cautiously, then nabs the food and scurries between your legs to escape the room. Its oversized furry head wobbles from side to side as it runs into the wilds.
You're left with only the clanking somewhere within the complex to keep you company.
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
Well there's three of them, Ted, we can both have one!
"Huh...didn't even stay for medical attention," Arcalinte comments. "We must have gotten to them just as they started harassing it, so its injuries are minimal."
He takes one of the pistols and improvises a crude holster for it.
"Allow me to scout ahead again."
He doesn't activate his inlay this time as he enters the complex door, and looks around quietly.
Arc opens the northern door and steps into a long, wide hallway. The air here is cool, ancient kish technology providing air conditioning and a pleasant atmosphere. A large number of doors branch off from this central hall. All are closed. The ground in his hall is smeared with grease and tracks of muddy boots that have marched all around, to each of the doors.
Small signs next to each of the doors show holographic characters - likely the names of each room in ancient kishaleen. The loud clanking appears to be coming from the final door to the north-east.
Ancient Kishaleen, for those who can read it:
On the northern side of the hall, going west to east, the doors are labeled:
Lab and Archives
Personnel Quarters
Workshop and Maintenance
On the southern side of the hall, going west to east, the doors are labeled:
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
"Sounds like it's coming from Workshop and Maintenance," Arcalinte replies. "Even if they couldn't read the language, they're probably smart enough to figure out that that'd have the tools or information they needed to get this place fully operational."
He begins sneaking up to that location, hoping they'd left the door open for him to spy on them.
Up and down the long hallway, all the doors save the one you just passed through remain closed. Coming up to the final door to the north-east, you hear the pounding and clanking rhythmically resounding through. But with the door closed there's no clear sign of what lies beyond.
(Looks like one vote for NW door and one for NE? I'll let you guys settle on the direction to go)
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
Thirded!
Arcalinte gingerly opens the Workshop and Maintenance door.
Assembling in front of the Workshop and Maintenance door, Arc leads the way. You slide the door open to reveal a large room in a terrible state of disarray. Clusters of strange machines line the walls, including a row of currently inactive robots sitting inside charging enclosures along the northern wall. Crates lie scattered everywhere, filled with scraps of what look like kishalee tech, all wrecked beyond repair. Assorted tools lie discarded on every possible surface. A pair of unusual robots lie half-dismantled on the main worktable near the center of the room.
A ysoki in a yellow jumpsuit stands next to the dismantled bots, a large wrench in one hand and a pistol in the other. The ysoki's fur is patchy and diseased and her eyes have a bright red cast to them. She twitches incessantly, banging her wrench against objects seemingly as a nervous tic.
Beyond the ysoki, three active robots stand in the room. Two appear to be kishalee make, with welding lasers in place of one arm. The last is a bizarre claptrap of weaponry and twisted metal plates, obviously the work of a "creative mind". This final bot sports a large cannon in place of a head.
The ysoki yaps at a thousand miles an hour "What-what-what-what-what? Testers? Trespassers? Totally lost? No-no-no this moon shouldn't be found! Who-who-who are you?" She trembles and twitches, her finger on the trigger of her pistol, but her curiosity stays her hand for just a moment.
As far as Jelico can tell, the ysoki seems somewhat unhinged, and the way she handles her weapon suggests that she's willing to use it. But of course, right now she isn't attacking. At least, not immediately.
Whether or not you consider three weapon-toting robots and a gun-wielding ysoki a 'threat' is up to you.
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
Arcalinte holds up his hand to reveal his Society subdermal graft.
"We're Starfinders...finding things that shouldn't be found is kind of our purpose in life. I'm Arcalinte, and you are?"
"Starfinders?" She twitches once, one eye widening "Oh-oh-oh-oh. That's-good-or-bad-or-good. Xix. Xix-my-name-that-is. How about?" She spins the spanner in her hand. "If-you-let-me-take-apart-that-one-we-can-be-friends-yes? Nice-to-meetcha-gift." She points to Spec with her pistol "Lots-and-lots-and-lots-of-funny-bits-and-bobs. Maybe-something-new? Maybe-something-that'll-explode!" She starts snickering to herself, then abruptly stops. "Yes? How-about-it? Hm? Hm? Hm? Yes?"
Male Half-Elf Solarian 20 | SP 198/198 HP 146/146 RP 12/12 | EAC 35(37) KAC 36(38); DR 5/- Resist Fire 20 | F +16; R +15; W +16 | Speed 25 ft. | Init +6 | Perc +30
"You are ALL flaring terrible! Except for you, Jellico," Arcalinte says. Then he returns his attention to Xix. "So you're bored, Xix? The destructive power the Stellar Degenerator can unleash in the Devourer's name not doing it for you anymore?"
He wanted to get a better read on her, maybe even get through to her and pull her away from this path, get her some help like with Ralkawi...it was a long-shot, but they'd already spared ONE insane cultist today...
