GM Debug's PbP Gameday 6: SFS 1-01 The Commencement (Inactive)

Game Master DebugAMP

Mordin stands outside the house trying to look non-chalant while keeping an eye out for corporate operatives.

”Hello there! Pardon our intrusion, my name is Reynold, and my associates and I are members of the Starfinder Society.”

"Erm... my name is Jubalr... pleased to meet you?"

”One of our superiors traced an exceptional amount of data back to this location, data plucked from some unwitting corporate computer systems.

"I don't know anything about that..."

Such an opportunity is a rare boon, especially since I’m guessing that if we traced the data back to this source, then the rightful owners of said info won’t be far behind us, and probably more likely to want to get to know the one responsible on a more, shall we say, batons-and-lasers-pointing-at-their-face level. I’m guessing our level is the more appealing one.

"Look, please I think you've got the wrong-"

From the back room the sound of an elderly woman can be heard. "Deary? Who's at the door? Did you order more nutrients for the plants?"

Jubalr looks back. "No grandma... it's some folk who seem-" he glowers at Reynold to drive the point home "-to be at the wrong house."

The elderly woman shouts back "Is it more teacups? My old set has too many chips in it so I was going to order some more but I forgot if I ordered them or not."

Jubalr looks exasperated at both parties. "No grandma, it's not teacups... Look, Mr Reynold... what is it that you are looking for and I'll point you in the right direction if I can, but just please go away. It's hard enough to deal with her on a good day..."

You woundn’t happen to know anything about a giant heaping mound of mystery data floating around this establishment, would you?”

"Yeah... no. My neighbors definitely don't go around advertising that sort of thing, now get out of here!"

The elderly voice pipes up again and Jubalr looks halfway to tears. "Oh deary me, are they buying something? Invite them in! I just put a kettle on, I can top it up."

Jubalr scowls. "Well... come on in then... It's grandma's flat so what she says goes..." He rolls his eyes and motions for you to come in.

"Oh boy! The opportunity to buy something? I feel like my inner consumerism is surging!" says Da'at, as he surges on forward, refraining from any further sly comments once inside.

Mordin kicks his boots on the door jamb and bobs his head at the young man as he passes. "Thanks, lad."

The dwarf looks around for an appropriate place to sit, carefully moving what nick-knacks out of the way that he needs to. "Appreciate the tea, grandma," he says with a smile.

Exasperated, Padme' just goes with the flow. After a moment of consideration she addresses the Grandmother, Excuse me dear, I didn't catch your name. Do you mind me calling you dear? I have been implanted with memories of an older model that, causes me to recall stimulating emotions. I suppose you could say that older model serves as a Grandmother of sorts to me.. Padme' pauses waiting for a reply from the elderly woman.

The tea is wonderful by the way Padme' eyes the woman's recaction over her saucer. diplomacy aid another on the old lady: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 someone should ask the old lady what she knows and tell her what we're looking for. Tell her the responsible hacker is in line for a good job if he/she so chooses

"My name is Ceren... lovely to meet you. And my grandson Jubair you've met. Lovely boy, but a bit impatient you see... kids these days. So what is it you are here for? Are you interested in our tomatoes? Jubair has quite the green thumb... makes his granny proud!"

Somehow you can hear Jubair's eyes roll. Padme gets the feeling that Ceren is perhaps a little bit of a space case.

"Tomatoes? I love tomatoes! I think. What's a tomato again? Sorry, new foods, I'm trying to acclimatize" says Da'at with enthusiastic cockiness as he looks around the apartment. "Whatever they are, it sounds like Jubair is really good at whatever he decides to do. What does he do when he's not growing tomato trees?"

"Why he just takes care of the garden and takes care of me. Wonderful boy."

-Posted with Wayfinder

"Somebody used a terminal in this house to hack into a corporate server," Mordin says plainly as he looks around the small home for evidence of a computer genius. "Our organization detected it, and we wanted to hire that person before the corporation that got hacked tracked him or her down and killed the genius."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (20) + 4 + (3) = 27

Reynold tries to read the relationship between the old woman and her obstructive grandson. "My diminutive companion summed it up quite well. I understand that this might be a sensitive topic, but please know that we're not here to cause trouble. Quite the contrary, we're looking to help whoever here has the skill to bypass corporate firewalls find a safe, lucrative career working with a helpful coalition of explorers and defenders of the galaxy. So whose name should we put on the job application?"

Not sure which is the most applicable option, so rolling all three and GM can use whichever result you deem applies.
Bluff: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 10 + (6) = 21
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

She frowns. "Oh deary me... on deary me... oh deary me. I've done it again haven't I."

She presses a button on the side of a protrusion from a neural implant, then pulls up a small diagnostic panel. She pokes through a few of the menus and pauses on a folder labeled 'Bluerise.'

"Oh deary me... yes I have."

Jubair looks completely shocked. "I- wha- bu- WHAT?"

Ceren calmly says, "Please dear boy sit down and enjoy your tea."

She sighs deeply and continues, "Yes... in my younger days I used to be quite the hacker... hehe... but I retired when I got this degenerative brain disease. Old age never does a body good now does it? I got these Augmentations to control it, but I have large lapses in memory from time to time. I must have slipped back to my old ways..."

She smiles wistfully. "Ah... those were the days weren't they. I must have performed the hack and then forgotten about it."

Reynold stares in stunned silence for a moment, his mouth slightly agap. "Um...okay, uh...so, you're the master hacker? Color me impressed, I guess age really is just a number. Huh. Well, what can we do to convince you to share your files and your talents with the Starfinder Society?"

@GM We posted simultaneously, so if you want to use any of my earlier social skill results for this development that's cool with me. If not, here are some new rolls.

"Diminutive?" Mordin scoffs and grumbles incomprehensibly under his breath.

When the old woman finishes her revelation, he adds, "I don't think the corporation is going to care about that. Our people would be happy to take you in, though. Right?" The last he says with a look toward Padme.

"Ooh, well certainly if Corporate Security comes asking questions we'll be in lots of trouble. Especially Jubair... he gets flustered so easily."

Jubair looks exasperated, "Grandma! Pl-"

"Well, the files are all yours if you take Jubair under your protection. As for me, well I think it's time to die again... hehe."

Endless ninjas! Posts still stand.

Reynold blinks twice, again stunned into silence. "I...uh...is that really what you want? I mean, the Society could really use your skills, there's no need for you to sacrifice..."

Reynold trails off. "Die again?" I think she means to fake her own death! He lets out a sigh of recognition, and flashes a crooked smile at the old woman. "Ahhhhh. You really are full of surprises, Miss Ceren. Okay, I'm picking up what you're putting down. If the hacker were to tragically meet a morbid fate, there'd be no point in the corporate stooges tracking her down. Get 'em to think the Lady of Graves beat 'em to the punch."

He turns to his comrades. "Can any of you dummy up a corpse to stand in for our 'dearly departed' hacker? I'm betting I can talk the coroners into believing they're one and the same, but we need a body to show them."
Read: I've got ample Bluff to make the authorities think another body is the hacker (maybe I can pose as a relative when it's time to ID the body), but I can't easily dress up a corpse to fit the profile.

"Reminds me so much of my younger days... I can't remember all of the names I've gone through. I'll send young Jubair off ahead to the Complex. They should have no suspicions of him. As for me, I'll need a new identity as well."

She slowly gets to her feet and smiles. "It's nearly time for my daily walk. I'll meet you dearies at Jatembe Park in... oh... six hours. I do look forward to hearing what my new name is. And what I've been up to as of late... hehe... just like old times."

As Reynold surmised, convincing a Coroner to report her as dead would certainly do the trick.

As for a new identity, she'll need a name, documentation, a new set of contacts to vouch for her, and a career or at least history of having retired from a career. Preferably one that doesn't set off alarm bells.

Contingent on party approval:
Reynold sees Jubair to the Lorespire Complex, then begins working his duplicitous magic. He asks around some of the shadier sections of Absalom Station's medical wards to see if someone has a cadaver to spare, hoping that some of his allies might be able to dress it up to look like Ceren. In the meantime, he sells the body's new ID to whatever coroner files the death report, posing as Jubair and verifying that his beloved grandmother is, in fact, lying on the table in front of him. He puts on a show of fighting back tears and barely holding himself together at the sight.

Once the body is taken care of, Reynold sets to work building a new alias for the hacker. He names her "Akita," after his beloved homeworld, and introduces her to several of his contacts in customs. He conveniently fails to mention to his contacts that "Akita" is a master hacker, while also conveniently failing to mention to "Akita" that his friends in customs are actually some of his old smuggling buddies who still help him get less-than-legal goods in and out of the Station without too much fuss. The low-profile, low-labor gig seems a perfect fit for the old criminal savant.

Not sure what the exact required checks are, but here are some contributions I could see Reynold making to the process.

Before we leave and before Reynolds post please apply this post.

Padme' listens to the request of the old women and acknowledges them. Thank you for surrendering the data (note if she hasn't we do not leave without it!) Seeing as how you've done this before we'll need a copy of your identity cards and your travel documents. This is to insure we can make accurate approximations with your new identity Padme' leaves it unsaid that, it also makes it difficult for her to run. We will also need a small sample of your DNA and a hand writing sample to insure the documents are as authentic as possible. Padme' reaches for the old ladies hair and if she doesn't shrug away , plucks a hair. Just in case Padme' studies the woman carefully while she is next to her to spot a possible disguise perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8.

This hair folical will do fine for the DNA sample. Your Grabdson will be well cared for, I assure you. Now if you please the handwriting sample? Padme' hates playing the heavy but, she is stubbornly pleasant until all requests are met.

"Hah! This isn't my first rodeo missie. You'll get your files once I'm safe. I'm trusting you with my grandson, that should be just fine. I'll personally deliver the documents to your employer. Besides... I don't think you have the equipment to get all of the data off of an implant. If you're planning to do that with a personal communicator I'll be dead of old age before you get halfway through!"

She happily complies with the request for handwriting and a DNA sample, however her travel documents are long since expired. In her old age she doesn't get around much.

Reynold: You aren't likely to find any cadavers at a medical ward. Once dead, they are promptly sent off to the coroners.

To create a new alias for her, you'll need to make a Bluff, Culture, or Disguise check.
To create a new network of friends and contacts for her you'll need to make a Diplomacy check.
To give her work history and a new job, you'll need to make a Profession check, however it needs to be something she wouldn't find objectionable, like anything degrading or dangerous as she is fairly old.
To forge new identification papers you'll need to make a Computers check.
Multiple people can attempt each, but individual successes and failures will be tracked.

Reynold: You aren't likely to find any cadavers at a medical ward. Once dead, they are promptly sent off to the coroners.

To create a new alias for her, you'll need to make a Bluff, Culture, or Disguise check.
To create a new network of friends and contacts for her you'll need to make a Diplomacy check.
To give her work history and a new job, you'll need to make a Profession check, however it needs to be something she wouldn't find objectionable, like anything degrading or dangerous as she is fairly old.
To forge new identification papers you'll need to make a Computers check.
Multiple people can attempt each, but individual successes and failures will be tracked.

Haha, true! Any chance I could use the same rolls to find a shady coroner to get us an unmarked stiff to pass as Ceren?

Okay, so my Bluff and Diplomacy checks can apply to getting her a new identity. I’m guessing Bluff and Culture can’t be used for the same goal by the same person? Were that the case Reynold definitely would have used Bluff instead of Culture, so the results were Bluff 19 and Diplomacy 26. Not much he can offer by way of Profession or Computers though.

Yes, with your culture check you can definitely find a particularly disreputable coroner. You could probably claim any elderly unclaimed female human corpse as Ceren, so once the rest of the party is ready to move forward, I'll assume that's where you're going. Your rolls as you previously listed them are perfect for the tasks and questions you asked. I'm going to hold here though for some other PCs before narrating the rest. Just want to make sure everyone (particularly Padme) are OK to proceed with the plan.

Is aiding still a thing?

As Reynolds begins to draw up his plans, leading the Starfinders into somewhat disreputable places, Da'at comments: "You know, I'm not a great talker. But I might know a guy or five who wouldn't mind actually doing something for a ... not so awful cause."

Ceren dear, it concerns me that people may already looking for you. I insist you allow one of us stay with you until we've made all arrangements. Padme' is all smiles and very gentle ( but insistent). After all your safety is of paramount concern to us (the last is all true because the woman carries the data in a cerebral implant: if she's damaged the data could be too) Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Ok, so I’m back! Wow, 30 posts to go through, but I think I am caught up. I’m no good at most of those skills, but I can try computers for the new ID.

Tinker says, ”so, what are we doing first, and how may my meager skills be of assistance? I am not the most well connected or loquacious of individuals, but I have some skill with computers if that can be useful? Of course, the old woman seems far more practiced at Computers than me with her skills.”

"I can escort grandma, if you'd rather use your time hacking her new identity," Mordin offers. "I'm terrible with computers."

Ceren giggles at Padme's line of inquiry. "Hehe deary... don't worry about me. I've been doing this for far longer than you have by the look of it. If you really want to check in on me, just make sure you don't draw attention to me. You youngins really aren't very inconspicuous."

~~Some time later~~

Reynold makes a few calls and finds his way to an ideal coroner not too far away. The neighborhood is not particularly well spoken of, and this particular coroner is known to be less interested in accuracy and more interested in getting corpses out of his freezer and through the system. Reynold (and anyone else who wants to accompany him) arrives at the coroner's office, and the coroner seems tired. "Afternoon... what can I help you with."

Reynold, no rolls required, just RP. I'll be applying your old rolls depending on how you act, what you request, etc.

Anyone else who wishes to attempt any of the other required tasks, let me know which ones you want to attempt and give me the rolls. Anyone spending time keeping an eye on Ceren, let me know how you are doing so and give me the associated rolls. If you are spending time with Ceren you'll be unable to attempt other skill checks for as long as you are with her. If you want to split shifts with someone, you can make 1 check to help make her new ID as well.

I'm going to try Medicine in lieu of Profession (medic), since the Profession skill description specifically instructs one to not use Profession skill for professions that are better represented by other trained skills.

His offer of protection rebuffed by Ceren, Mordin tries to find her new identity a job as a hospital orderly or medical assistant.

Medicine: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

With a sly smile, Reynold claps the coroner on the shoulder. ”I was hoping you could help me with a little problem. You see, my grandmother recently passed away, very sad I know. She was about yay tall, gray hair, fair skin, dermal implants. Problem is I can’t seem to find her body. We’re overdue for a death certificate, so I was wondering if you could help me find a stand in until the real one turns up. She’s got enough trouble as it is, being dead and all, so I’d hate to see her fall behind on her paperwork.”

Da'at saddles up to the coroner from the other side. "You know how those things are... One minute the body is there, the next... Poof. Vanished. Like centuries of history. The times we live in: I tell ya" he adds, shaking his head.

so it's hard to tell which task still need to be done as Reynolds as made rolls for all of them. GM could you list the task and who is working on them? I have several pertinent skills but I don't know what task has already been completed or has another PC working on it.

Tinker will make an effort to manufacture a false identity for the woman...

Computers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

... and fails miserably. "I think I have turned her into a male Vesk of approximately 12 years of age. Would that identity suit her needs you think?"

To create a new alias for her, you'll need to make a Bluff, Culture, or Disguise check.

To create a new network of friends and contacts for her you'll need to make a Diplomacy check.
To give her work history and a new job, you'll need to make a Profession check, however it needs to be something she wouldn't find objectionable, like anything degrading or dangerous as she is fairly old.
To forge new identification papers you'll need to make a Computers check.
Multiple people can attempt each, but individual successes and failures will be tracked.

Reynold and Mordin: In this case you are not actually trying to perform the job. You are trying to use your connections to get her a job and/or establish work history for her. An actual profession check will be needed to clear that hurdle. If you have no profession to use I'll accept those rolls as 'Aid Another' for a pertinent profession.

Padme: Everyone can attempt everything, however it is not advisable to attempt something that you are not trained in. Effectiveness of your work will be judged later. The rest of the party appears content to trust her ability to lie low, so if you want to keep watch over her you can do so, but that will forgo your ability to make some rolls.

~Reynold and Da'at~
The coroner looks a bit confused. "This ain't Eos... corpses don't up and walk away. You can take a peek at the unclaimed stiffs and see if one o' em is your granny, but I ain't filing paperwork unless I get one of em on their way out of my freezers. What hospital she die at? I can see if we got any from there."

Da'at, that sounds like an Aid Another to me, so go ahead and make a DC 10 Bluff to aid.

Tasks and who has attempted them so far:
Declare her dead: Reynold, Da'at (Aid)
Create Alias: Reynold
Obtain Contacts: Reynold
Establish Career:
Forge Papers: Tinker

Consider the roll an untrained Profession check, then. The modifier is the same.

Padme' is a little perplexed that, the rest of the party seems to take the old lady at her word. (sorry guys/gals but this seems a little meta for me...I suppose Reynold's did make a sense motive but it's just tough for me to swallow from a roll play aspect; we'd let this lady roam around un-escorted with the valuable info that, is our mission to retrieve. So therefore, unless someone else steps up.. I'll escort/guard her...even though my skills are suited best to helping forge a new identity, get her a new network of friends, and create an alias..Sorry I just wouldn't trust that she'd be left alone. If something happened to her or the Data..Padme' would feel responsible for both their losses. So if someone that doesn't necessarily have the suitable skills to help out with the other things perhaps they could watch Ceren..Otherwise I'll pass on this skill challenge and watch the old lady..

Padme' watches as the rest of her companions move off in separate directions without having consulted one another. She presumes they've taken up the task of trying to forge a new cover for Ceren. Padme' had hoped one of the soldiers would have stayed and guarded Ceren so she could assist on the multitude of task that needed to be done within the next six or so hours. However, everyone seemed content to manage the dilemma their own way. Having few other options, Padme' decides to stay close to Ceren knowing that protecting the data was vital. Ceren dear, It seems my companions have wandered off to help forge you a new life! I'll stick around and make sure you're safe until they return...What shall we do first? I'm afraid I don't know much about gardening..but, we could chat about inter-galactic politics if you like.

GM I don't know if one of my group less suited for these task/rolls will step forward and guard/watch Ceren. However, just in case one does step up... I will roll for all the task beneath a spoiler bellow.

Reynold nods. ”Just a figure of speech, bud. Though I guess with Eox as a Pact Planet you can’t be too careful, now that I think about it.” He wanders among the bodies until he finds one of roughly the same build as Ceren, then makes an audible gasp. ”Great gods of space, this is her. You think you’re prepared for it but it doesn’t hit you until you see it yourself. We’ll get her out of your hair, we need to register her death with the higher-ups.”

Bluffing all the way: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

"Oh, no, it's her. I'm sorry *sniff* but this is just too painful to watch. OH GRANNY WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE US SO SOON?" overdramatizes the kasatha, falling to his knees as he puts his hands to his face. "SHE WAS SO BE-AU-TI-FULLAH-AH-AH..."

I like helping!

The coroner shakes his head at Da'at. "Yeah yeah... all sobs until the inheritance check clears..."

He pulls out a tablet and hands it to Reynold. "Sign here, check the box here for burial or cremation, write the address of the funerary home here, then sign and date down here..."

Tinker thinks to himself, "A kasatha and a human sharing a grandmother sounds like an excellent beginning to a joke."

Reynold swiftly scratches his signature onto the tablet, marking the body for cremation and indicating that the ashes are to be sent to Akiton. "Much obliged, by good man. Truly it's the living who suffer the loss, I'm sure she'll love to be scattered into the sands of her home planet." He hands back the tablet, gives a quick salute, and drags Da'at out of the coroner's office before the kasatha can blow their cover.

Padme' looks on in wonder as the elderly lady chooses to wash her eating receptacles with water and soap in the wash basin instead of using the sanitizing unit. When Padme' notices the already wrinkled skin of the woman's hands begin to prune up she is alarmed, Are you all right? Should I summon a medic? Is there anything I can do?

"Oh young lady, if a little soap and water hasn't killed me yet I think I'll live."

Reviewing Portia's sheet, she does not appear to have any particularly relevant skills for creating the deception. Since I've only got one bot request I'll roll with it.

Upon Padme's insistance, Ceren allows Portia to accompany her to Jatambe park.

"Well dearie if you must accompany me, find a bench in the park just in view and don't bring any attention to me. Hmmm... nobody reads a newspaper anymore so I suppose you can't use that to hide, but try not to draw attention to me. Back in my day we used to poke a small hole in a newspaper and peek through it every now and then. I don't think you can do that with one of your fancy computers these days... and turning the camera on is oh so obvious."

Portia takes a seat at a park bench about 500 ft away from where Ceren is feeding the birds.

She giggles. "The last time I had to do this was before Jubalr was born..."

~Several hours later~

The party reconvenes in Jatembe park, and Portia gives an all clear. Ceren awaits the group on a small bridge over a creek. "Well well... so what's my new name? And what do I do with my life these days?"

Reynold beams as he strides toward Ceren, holding a small USB drive provided by Padme. ”It’s all contained right here. You’re now ‘Akita,’ former professional horticulturist turned amateur tomato gardener, with nothing more suspicious in your life than chatting with some dashingly handsome Starfinders for indeterminate reasons. We’ve both worked to set you up with some new friends, Padme’s got all your paperwork figured out and put it on this drive for you, and Da’at and I made sure Ceren was properly cremated and her ashes shipped to beautiful Akiton. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.”

"Seriously though, you really think I was laying it on too thick?" asks the kasatha as they walk into the public garden.

Day late and a dollar short, but I still wanted to put that in.

"I'm afraid I didn't help much," Mordin confesses to the old woman.

I hope these documents will suffice. Padme' hands them over to Ceren hesitantly. I hope everything is in order. It seems my paranoia over this whole situation was miss-placed. I'll have to adjust the way I handle such situations in the future.

Ceren looks over them. "Hrmm... Not too shabby. So Akita... I'll have to get used to that."

From the trees a few folk, unusually armored for a stroll in the parks look over at you. "'S gotta be her... Why else would a buncha Starfinders be talkin to her?"

Akita (formerly Ceren) looks a bit surprised. "Oh fiddlesticks... I guess we've gathered some attention."

The one in front yells as he moves forward, firearm at the ready, "That old woman must be Ceren eh? A clever disguise, but we're taking her! Disarm and leave her!"

His compatriots leave little time to argue as they begin to open fire.

Red Thug firing at Padme: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 Miss

The twitchiest of the thugs fires off an arc of energy at Padme, but the corona of the shot dissipates on the edge of the bridge and very little remains in the bolt as it reaches her.

Round 1:
Red Thug
Padme
Blue Thug
Da'at
Tinker
Mordin
Portia
Green Thug
Reynold

Looking around quickly Padme' quickly deduces that they are surrounded and negotiations would be fruitless considering their adversaries had already opened fire. Padme' is instantly concerned for Ceren's safety. So Padme' decides that to protect Ceren, they need some sort of cover from the cross fire sure to develop. Padme' pulls one of her smoke grenades and activates it dropping it in the space right in front of her. She then moves a short distance back towards Ceren (a 5ft step), and reaches out for her hand and says, If you want to live, follow me!

sorry don't know the effective area off hand of a smoke grenade..I'll leave it up to the GM to make an outline of the area effect. X marks the spot where I dropped the smoke grenade.

Smoke grenade is a 20 ft radius blast which causes choking and possible nonlethal damage. Everyone within the blast area of a smoke bomb has to make a fort save or spend their turn choking and possibly take nonlethal damage. I suspect this is not what you had in mind.
Since throwing a smoke grenade directly at the party has a reasonable chance to KO a portion (or all) of the party, I'll put you on delay so we can progress and you can decide what course of action you wish to take instead.

The second thug moves forward, takes cover behind one of the bridge's main pillars, and takes a shot at Reynold.

Thug attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Nonlethal Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

The shot causes Reynold to seize up but does not appear to be set to a 'kill' setting.

Round 1 (All bold may act):
Red Thug
Blue Thug
Padme (Delay)
Da'at
Tinker
Mordin
Portia
Green Thug
Reynold (2 NL)

Da'at brings his laser cannon up. "Say cheese!"

Azimuth Laser Cannon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 1

Unfortunately, Da'at still wasn't familiar with his new cannon. The shot goes wild, burning through greenery and finally making a hole in a recycling unit.

dope! Need to read the weapon descriptions in the core rule book it appears! So it's kind of a tear gas not just smoke huh ? Interesting ... thx for allowing me to change my action GM ... if this was a home game it might be hilarious but, seeing as how we're playing PFS I don't think some players would appreciate the irony of my ignorance. REDUX; Padme' will instead pull her pistol azimuth laser pistol and shoot then take the 5ft step ending in the same position .

Padme' pulls her pistol and fires it at the same thug that fired st her. laser shot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 1