GM Cwethan's Fugitive on the Red Planet (Inactive)

Game Master Cwethan

Nemzo tries to process information as the battle dynamic unfolds. He shakes his head in frustration as ZIRA has difficulty locking in a target. The android takes a careful step back and fires on Talbot again.

Move action to take a guarded step back, standard to fire ALR at Talbot.

ALR Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
ALR Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Gear tries to take a shot as Talbot wizzes by...

laser: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

But closes her eyes and jerks her weapon down at the last second, merely zapping a uncaring minecart as it goes by. She yelps as another shot rings out.

I got to get some more combat training in...

Meanwhile, Boytoy takes a step back before he unloads his pistols on the enemy green in front of him.

pistol: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
pistol: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Chirrk, the hit would've left you at 1 hp, but an 11 missed, even with you flat-footed, so you're still okay-ish.

Boytoy's chattering pistols drive the miner back, blood leaking through improvised armor.

Talbot forces Chirrk's dagger into the side of the cart, but the baton smashes hard into his jaw, leaving him reeling. Being shot in the side with a laser in no way improves his health. He still grips his weapons with a grim determination, but his eyes are unfocused and his nice jacket is stained with his blood.

Talbot -19
Lynn -3
Gear -3 (Boytoy -5)
Chirrk -5, -1hp
Nemzo
Miners (Green -5)
Naboh
Jakt'chit

Ah - I was focused on the Trick roll...thanks for clearing that up - updated my stat bar =)

Lynn spins to the side as a bullet grazes her armor. It's clear she wasn't ready to deal with them so soon. She momentarily puffs out her bottom lip at the three surprisingly clever miners.

With an impromptu alteration her song changes pitch, causing the wall to vanish in an instant.

In its place, she calls three wavering ripples of force. These vibrations hang around her for only a moment before smashing right into one of Talbot's sycophants. Targeting GREEN with all three bolts to try to bring him down and lessen the incoming damage.

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1, 2) + 3 = 10

With a harmonic thrum one of the miners topples to the ground. The other two don't think they can force their way through the Starfinders and open fire instead!

Their haste spoils their aim, however; and aside from a minor dent to Boytoy's plating they cause no harm.

Blue at Boytoy: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 4 = 19
Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Blue at Boytoy: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 4 = 5
Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Red at Jakt'chit: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 4 = 5
Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Red at Jakt'chit: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 4 = 5
Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Talbot -19
Lynn -3
Gear -3 (Boytoy -6)
Chirrk -5, -1hp
Nemzo
Miners
Naboh
Jakt'chit

Get out of the way! Oh, never mind, you're busy.

Frustrated with trying to find a moving target through the moving bodies of several friends, Naboh shifts position Swift action to stand, followed by Guarded Step and fires at point blank range at Talbot.

Pulsecaster Rifle, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 = 15 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Jakt'chit rushes forward, hoping the others can handle Talbot. "Don't forget we need him alive!" he reminds the others. God's forbid they kill him and Talbot doesn't have the stone on him.

Facing the miners, Jakt'chit frowns and summons the heat around him and unleashes it out in a magical burst of flame.

Jakt'chit casts overheat in a cone that should catch them all. DC 14 reflex save for half damage.

Fire Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4

Naboh's charge flashes off the side of the mining cart, leaving Talbot untouched

Jakt'chit's blast leaves the remaining miners lightly parbroiled, but still in the fight.

Red Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Blue Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Talbot continues to wrestle his way past Chirrk's flailing limbs, trying to find the right angle for his blade, the cart hits a large android shaped bump as it careens past Nemzo, and Chirrk's momentary distraction leaves him with a long bloody slice down his torso.

Trick Attack DC 21: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 2 = 29
Knife: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Slashing: 1d4 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + 3 + (2) = 7

Bludgeoning: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 1) = 8 DC 14 to negate

Talbot -19
Lynn -3
Gear -3 (Boytoy -6)
Chirrk -7, -6hp
Nemzo - Save Needed
Miners (Red -4, Blue -2)
Naboh
Jakt'chit

Boytoy continues his assault, unloading bullets at the miners.

pistol: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

pistol: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Gear starts chasing after the disappearing minecart, though a little slowly as she keeps entering commands for boytoy to follow.

Fully photon attuned!

"Another scar to add to my collection. You are worthy of my combat. But now it ends." The solarian suddenly bursts into a shock wave of bright yellow-red flames, looking for a moment as if a miniature sun had been transported into the mine shaft!
Fire damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7 (DC14 Reflex save for half damage)

Standard action=Supernova zenith revelation. Move action=draw a Serum of Healing.

Talbot ducks his head and shields himself as best he can, but he's clearly hanging on by a thread.
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Boytoy's shot smacks into a miner's chest dead center, leaving him with a strange whistling sound as he breathes.

Talbot -22
Lynn -3
Gear -3 (Boytoy -6)
Chirrk -7, -6hp
Nemzo - Save Needed
Miners (Red -12, Blue -2)
Naboh
Jakt'chit

REF: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Nemzo, despite the chaos erupting around him, takes aim and fires another beam at Talbot. "Now would be a good time for a lock ZIRA."

Standard action to lock Talbot as target with exocortex, standard to fire laser rifle at Talbot.

ALR: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Lynn raises her hands to her chest, putting a wave of emotion into the next part of her song. The air near her responds by filling with another trio of ripples. They streak towards the remaining miners, one to finish the foe Boytoy badly wounded, the other two to strike the final foe.

Magic missile vs. Red: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Magic missiles vs. Blue: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 2 = 6

Nemzo's shot sparks off the walls in the same direction as Talbot, but Lynn's forceful ripples are more accurate, finishing off one of the miners and leaving the other badly injured. He returns fire, but barely wings the idol.

You can kill us, but we won't let you kill Tasch!

Pistol @ Lynn: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 4 = 14 Misses due to partial cover
Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Pistol @ Lynn: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 4 = 16
Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Talbot -22
Lynn -4
Gear -3 (Boytoy -6)
Chirrk -7, -6hp
Nemzo -7, -1hp
Miners (Blue -8)
Naboh
Jakt'chit

Naboh moves into a better position and tries again at the swiftly moving Talbot.

Pulsecaster Rifle, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

He curses in Akitonian and slams his rifle with his fist.

"Please, just leave!" Jakt'chit shouts at the remaining miner, but he also raises his pistol and fires again anyway.

Attack blue.

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 131d4 ⇒ 2

Jakt'chit scorches the last miner, but he just snarls through the pain, fueled by his desperation.

Trick Attack: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 2 = 17
Knife: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Slashing: 1d4 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + 3 + (3) = 8 Doesn't get the 2nd d4

Talbot, still somehow moving, jams his knife into Chirrk's vitals, leaving his blade buried to the hilt in the fallen Kasatha.

A vicious delight fills his eyes as he stands tall in triumph.

You don't get who you're messing with. I'm Reynald f#$%ing Talbot!

Talbot -22
Lynn -4
Gear -3 (Boytoy -6)
Chirrk -7, -11hp, Dying!
Nemzo -7, -1hp
Miners (Blue -10)
Naboh
Jakt'chit

Nemzo levels his rifle at Talbot, a blue targeting reticle reflecting in the android's right eye. He concentrates at fires his rifle at the party's quarry. "And we are the Starfinders Reynald, and it is we who you should not trifle with."

Move action to reposition and take cover behind column, standard action for another blast from the laser rifle.

ALR: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Use 1 Resolve Point to immediately stabilize!

I believe it's 3 RP to stabilize unless you have a special ability I'm missing, but you've still got enough!

IIRC its 1/4 of your max RP to stabilize, maximum 3. At this level, we're looking at only 1 needed for Chirrk.

Yep, I'm wrong. The dying condition in the glossary just says 3 :-/

Gear dashes forward, leveling her laser at Talbot.

Eat Laser you steaming pile of Skittermander Dung!

Laser: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Meanwhile, Boytoy levels one of his pistols, unable to dedicate the processing power to fire both without Gear's aid.

Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Gear's bolt burns through Talbot and he falls limp, pistol dangling from his hand.

The last miner hears Talbot's cry of pain and finally gives up the fight, dropping his weapons.

What do you do?

Lynn ends her song with a sudden flourish. She raises an eyebrow at the remaining miner and murmurs "Giving up? How about you try waking your pals, and then you lot get out of here." She taps a finger to her lip, smile building "Tasch doesn't need a thief and liar like Talbot to do great anyway."

I figure we didn't overkill any of the miners by much and they could still be resuscitated.

Advice given, she calls back "Everyone OK back there? Our last Tasch-ite here doesn't want to fight anymore." She skips past the remaining miner to check if the charlatan's stone is stored somewhere nearby.

Overkill isn't really a thing in Starfinder when it comes to killing monsters/NPCs. It's possible (read: GM Discretion) if you provide prompt medical attention you could save someone who was taken to 0 hp via lethal damage.

Naboh rummages through Talbot's pockets.

Whatcha got here, buddy?

Talbot carries on him a series of credsticks, a fancy looking ring, and an odd looking rock, veins of gold and green running through it.

Gear runs up to Chirrik, looking him over and checking for the worse.

Come on buddy, I know that bastard didn't kill ya, warrior like you doesn't go down from a common thief... Anybody got a med kit on them?

As hostilities end Jakt'chit makes an apologetic bow to the remaining miner and hurries over to the others. He pulls several healing serums out of his pockets and hands one to Nemzo for Chirrk.

Jakt'chit leans over to investigate Talbot. "Is he alive? I believe we made an agreement to bring him to AbadarCorp...." Jakt'chit searches for a pulse and tries his best to stop any bleeding.

First Aid in Talbot: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Chirrk can have one of my healing serums. I'll roll untrained on medicine to see if Talbot is possibly still alive/stabilize. If he, I'll bind him and then use another healing serum.

Naboh holds up the rock.

I think we found what we came for, folks.

@Cwethan: Was hoping that the lack of massive overkill would factor into that 'GM discretion' bit, just from a role-playing perspective.

Lynn skips over to Naboh at the exclamation and gives him a cheery high five. "Nice! Lets grab Talbot and get out of here before we have to hurt any more of the hard-working miners he tricked." She peers in the cart and lets out a quiet gasp. "Oh, they both look terrible! I have a serum if that helps?"

She leans over and does her untrained best to halt the worst of Talbot's bleeding.

Medicine for first aid: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Anyone else want to try to stabilize Talbot before we lose him? Unless there's some circumstance I'm missing, Jakt'chit's 13 isn't going to do it, and we have limited rounds to do so (so binding and using a healing serum might be too slow).

Gear sighs and grumbles as she goes over to help with Talbot.

Outa just let him bleed out...

Medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

As she starts to patch him up, she raises an eyebrow.

What? People aren't that different from machines, just different, more complicated, and vaguely squishy parts. With more emphasis on keeping the coolant on the inside of course.

Naboh seems to just now notice that Talbot is bleeding out.

Got a bleeder here! Let's see if we can tidy that up.

He pauses a moment, then spits a long, thin rag out of his cheek pocket, which he uses to bind a gash on Talbot's arm.

Medicine, Aid Another: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

I'm not disagreeing with ya, Gear, but this collection of squishy parts might be valuable to us.

Oh it factored in, but for future capture missions it might be worth investing in some nonlethal weaponry just in case :)

You are able to save the miners and stop Talbot's bleeding as well. The fight seems to have gone out him, and even once he reawakens, he makes no trouble on his way back towards Tasch.

Getting him to Philt also proves relatively simple. It seems that Philt has been using his time in Tasch productively. AbadarCorp has long considered the construction of a shipping hub outside of Maro and its various gangs and criminal organizations, and Philt has been taking steps towards this.
He believes that Tasch could serve to staff this shipping hub and provide infrastructure for guards, pilots, and corporate employees. Such construction would also mean gainful employment for all the townspeople, and has gone a long way towards a warmer reception to exposing Talbot's misdeeds.

The drive and loyalty the townsfolk demonstrate—however misguided— has inspired me. If that loyalty is properly directed, it could prove quite... valuable.

***

Back on the Station, Venture-Captain Arvin is thrilled with the recovery of the Stone, and grimly satisfied with your disposal of Talbot. He buys you all a round at Blast Radius, a popular merc bar, then heads out, not wanting to be the boss at the company party. On his way out he winkingly informs you to get some rest after your night of enjoyment; I'm confident I'll have another assignment for you soon...

Chirrk opens an eye when Gear comes to the cart, and grunts at her comment. "His last attack was particularly powerful, and the cart restricted my movement somewhat...still, it was a worthy fight! I will be fine - just let me drink this Serum of Healing." He breaks the seal on the small bottle and gulps the magic potion down, then climbs slowly out of the cart while the others check Talbot.

Thanks for offering to help me out =)

Lynn helps out with bringing Talbot and the rest of the injured crew back to Tasch in one piece. After hearing about AbadarCorp's plans for the town, she does a quick loop around to reassure the populace (and get her face and name out there). While she's hardly enthusiastic about the big corp, she tries to spin it positively so that people's spirits stay strong!

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Back at the station: Lynn decides to break off from the group before the bar (giving it a skeptical look). Before she leaves she gives the assembled group a sunny smile and says "That was great everyone!"

She slips her datapad out of a pocket and holds it high in the air. "Celebration pic time! Y'all give me a smile, why don'cha?" She switches to the dialect of common spoken in Tasch for that last bit. Centering herself and the rest of the group in the frame takes only a few moments and with a quick tap the photo is done.

She slips the datapad back in and spins to face the group again. "I'll send it to you guys later. Hope we get to work together again!"

Jakt'chit chitters happily as he revels in their victory. "Goodbye Lynn!" he says with momentary sadness as she departs. "May your travels always take you where you need to be."

He looks at the others. "To the intoxicants!"

Nemzo, quiet up to this point as he observes all of the interactions since Talbot's defeat, sizes up the drink that is placed in front of him. He rolls the liquid around the glass before downing it an a gulp. The android shivers a bit then motions for another round. "Well, I will say that thus far my experience with this organization has showed me an interesting side of biological life. Quite fascinating really. I can hardly wait to see what I find next."