GM Dinketry and the Dead Suns AP (Inactive)

Game Master dinketry

"Keep it up, boys! Get 'em again!"

Diamaante fires her own shot, but it goes wide.

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Everybody has +1 to attack rolls still.

Jagjug does not provide a flank, Telion.

Telion swings his photon-infused fist wide of the creature's pale coloured side as Diamaante's laser rockets into the ceiling of the cavern. Jaxom's arcane missiles carom unerringly into the beast's head, but it seems to be August's static arc pistol that irritates it the most. The horror roars as Jagjug steps back from it and fires his zero pistol.

Jagjug screeches, steps back, and raises his zero pistol, zapping the beast with cold energy.

Zero Pistol vs The Thing: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 71d6 ⇒ 5

He misses wildly.

The hideous beast pursues the goblin despite the reaction to August's weapon.

Melee Attack vs Jagjug: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 202d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 3) + 9 = 16

The creature's circular maw of teeth fixes on Jagjug's face, tearing skin and ears free from the goblin's head and dropping the poor goblin in a bloody pool on the cavern floor.

"Delicious! I must explore that creature's body further, but first, I must stop these annoying attacks, starting with that sparking one with the illuminated skin."

The horror swivels its serpentine head around at August.

Jagjug is not moving. Everyone else may act.

Jaxom points his finger gun at the creature and launches three more missiles at the beast..

magic missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 1) + 3 = 9

”Bang, bang, bang!”

"Jagjug! You monster!" Diamaante screams. "Get 'em! Make 'em pay!"

She shoots again, once more missing.

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Telion and August may act.

Telion and August may act. Still.

Yeeesh, sorry!

Trick Attack (Sense Motive): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Attack (Static Arc Pistol): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17
Damage (Static Arc Pistol): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

August tries to read the thing's movements and fires again.

"That's harsh, D! Jagjug may have been a piratical goblin but that doesn't necessarily make him a monster. To know that we'd have to check his warrants."

"I was talking to the literal monster!" Diamaante shouts angrily, gesturing to the horrid thing attacking them.

"Focus on killing this thing, or we'll be next!" Telion's thoughts echoed in his friends' minds as his fist streaked forward at the monstrous beast.

Fist: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 = 15, Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 - 2 = 7

Photon 2

Jaxom continues to pepper the creature with magically-imbued missiles, but again, it is August's electrical blast that triggers the flare of its lamprey-shaped head. It flies around Telion's glowing fist in a circuitous route at the android but stops short of reaching August. Hovering just off the surface of the ground, the creature's maw swells and turns blue; it inhales as a blast of searingly-cold energy envelopes the android.

Leech Life Fortitude Save vs August: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 SUCCESS!
August damage (you take 1/2): 5d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 5, 5, 3) = 20 - 10 pts of damage, August!

"Ahhh....much better. We should make sure the illuminated one sparks no more before we move to taste the creature with the glowing fist."

You all may act!

"It doesn't like electricity! Use that if you've got it! Get 'em"

Diamaante grabs a shock grenade from her belt and hurls it at the monster.

Grenade: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Electricity Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Aim the grenade where it will only hit the monster. Everybody gets +1 to hit it.

Jaxom yells, ”this is the best I’ve got,” as he keeps firing his finger gun at the creature!

magic missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1, 1) + 3 = 9

Correct me if I’m wrong, Jaxom, but you’ve only got one more those, right?

0/21 SP, 17/22 HP

"Are you kidding me?!"

Trick Attack (Sense Motive): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Attack (Static Arc Pistol): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16
Damage (Static Arc Pistol): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Go offworld, see the galaxy they said! Back home I just had to shoot dissidents, not life sucking leech things!"

From unconscious to awake, Jagjug swiftly takes stock of the situation: the hideous toothy creature, his ersatz adventuring companions, the shiny spaceship awaiting them. He shakes his head slowly, trying to clear the cobwebs from the sheer blood loss suffered, his hand running down his chest to his belt where his second shock grenade sits.

Jagjug sits up and pulls the grenade free. Judging his aim, he lobs it into the fracas.

Melee Touch Attack, 1 Range Increment Penalty: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 2 = 91d8 ⇒ 7

Reflex Save (Monster): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 FAIL.

The creature reacts violently to the grenade blast. Jagjug's grip on his gun tightens.

Diamaante, you are 2 ranged increments (20 feet each) from the monster. That's a -2 to your ranged attack to hit an AC 5 square. You hit the lower left square of the 10 foot square that the monster is in; that places August just outside of your grenade's blast arc (15 feet). The monster gets a Reflex save for half damage that has a DC of your level (3) + your Dex bonus (2) minus any penalties to your attack (-2) - that's a DC 13.

Monster DC 13 Reflex Save vs Diamaante's grenade: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 SUCCESS!

Diamaante's shock grenade delivers a glancing blast to the monster, but it is the newly-conscious Jagjug who delivers a stiff jolt that gets its attention. Jaxom continues assailing the winged worm-like creature with magic bolts, but August's gun shots seem off.

It's Telion's turn. He's messaged me to let me know that if we need to bot him during this combat, then that's fine by him. I'll give him the full 24hrs to post on his own behalf and then I'll post for him.

People are lobbing grenades, it's distracting!

I am botting Telion so that we might proceed.

The solarian races forward, intent upon fighting off the creature with the mystic ways taught to him by his order.

Photon 3. Telion will go supernova after moving into range of the creature.

As he races forward, Telion's entire form limns with a glowing light uncomfortable to look at; with a flash, the light blasts out in a ring-shaped arc from the solarian's form, scorching all within his close range.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 5, 3) = 17
Reflex (DC 16) Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Telion's burst goes off silently (as it always does), leaving the strange lamprey-like creature smoking and charred. Abruptly, the winged creature flaps its haphazard mismatched transparent wings and flies away.

Withdraw action. I've placed the monster on the map where its relative position is (off the map); it's around the starboard side of the ship, about 180 feet away from August (though he cannot see it as the starship is in the way).

Everyone may act!

With the creature that far away, Jaxom takes the time to pull out a full battery.

”Ok, so what do we do now? That thing is bad ass!”

"Get in the ship and fly away!"

Have we looted any healing serums?

The one I had is used.

"What do you think the chances are that that ship has any decent weapons on it that we could use to finish the creature off?" Telion asked over the comm, then cautiously followed flying thing towards the ship.

Diamaante moves to Jagjug and helps the goblin to his feet. "It's destruction is secondary to our survival. Let's get while the getting's good1"

Jaxom lets out a whistle. "Unless my eyes deceive me, that's a Sanjaval Vagabond! She looks a bit old, but they are pretty common."

Jaxom tries delving into his memory to retrieve the specs on a Sanjaval Vagabond to answer the questions about what it might be armed with, and how effective that might be on the creature.

The creature races out of sight.

Combat end?

Telion moves towards the stern of the ship, his eyes looking down the port side of the Starship Maiden. Its sleek form bears numerous hull scars as evidence of its heavy use. Telion spies the main airlock far to the fore of the ship.

Jaxom does what he can for Jagjug with his medkit...

Medicine: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

After which, he looks about...

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Jaxom takes time (a full minute per RAW) to attempt to treat Jagjug’s wounds using his basic medkit (DC 25) but he apparently skipped that chapter of his first aid training manual. Jagjug continues to moan in pain.

Diamaante does her best to comfort Jagjug. Hopefully he can make it long enough to get back to Absalom and get some healing serums.

Anybody?

I rolled and failed. No one else has tried rolling.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"This thing looks like it's seen a fight or two, but looks like it's still spaceworthy. And I see the main hatch up here."

Noting his companions huddled around the fallen goblin, he hurries back. "Anyone have any serums? I used all of the ones I brought with me earlier. If we're lucky, that ship might have a proper medbay, but even if it doesn't, it's safer for him and us onboard than out here in the open. Let's go." The lashunta holstered his pistol, and surprisingly carefully lifted the injured goblin, then turned and quickly made his way towards the airlock.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"It looks like this is a hangar, but the bay doors are closed. We'll probably need to find the control panel if we want to open them and get off this rock."

Jaxom tries exercising his geekness to determine where the controls for the bay doors are...

Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Between Diamaante and Jaxom, the crew uncovers the control panel near the fore of the ship along the port-side wall and are able to access the door controls. In addition to the door controls, Diamaante spies a cache of several unusual objets d'art from different civilisations stockpiled in the corner of the large cavern. Some of them are troubling to look at but none of them seem to be from any discernible culture that any of you are familiar with. Their exquisite nature is obvious even to the least cultured of you.

Most troublingly, no evidence of the hideous creature that attacked you remains. The crew load onto the ship and fire up the engine core, warm up the thrusters, and pilot their way out of the airlock and onto further adventures, slightly haunted by their time on the Drift Rock.

END BOOK ONE.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 Doh!

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Culture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"What a bunch of junk."

Take 10 Culture: 10 + 10 = 20

"There's some valuable stuff here. Let's sell it!" Diamaante says.

As they blast off back to Absalom, the lashunta wonders what future adventures will hold for her...

"Whatever it's worth, I'm just happy to be getting back on station to purge whatever managed to get in my suit. That, and I sure am glad we managed to escape without bringing that nasty creature with us!"