GM Tyranius Ashes of Discovery (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

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The adventure begins on Absalom Station at the Lorespire Complex, where you receive your assignment from Guidance.

A cluster of sleek black computers rests against the far wall of the meeting room. The Starfinder Society emblem at the center of the server cluster shines and begins projecting a stream of holographic light. The light takes the form of humanoid figure bereft of any definition, standing at the end of the meeting table closest to the servers.

“Greetings, I am Guidance. I have a new assignment for you. Please observe.”

The projection gestures a flicking hand to its side, and a stream of data detailing an outpost made of interconnected circular chambers scrolls beside it. “One of the Pact Worlds’ most prestigious organizations recently discovered a dataset detailing the location of an outpost abandoned over two hundred years ago. The organization has requested that the Starfinder Society dispatch a team of agents to secure the site, along with any remaining equipment or data. Your team will travel to this outpost and retrieve as much information about it as possible. You should also salvage any relevant equipment, which the Society will take as part of its payment. If you have questions, now is the time to present them.”

"You may assured ...” pipes in the high-pitched voice of a white-furred ysoki, beautifully adorned in heavy armor bearing engraved metal bands and glimmering a bright, yellowish hue resembling the glow of the sun. Ensheathed near his left leg hangs a ceremonial blade, which bears a fusion seal that causes it to give off a low, pleasant hum. "the blade of Rozzicheep Bernnshaw has been pledged in service to that of the noble Starfinder Society. Where the Society wishes me to venture, I shall do so to, both to accomplish its worthwhile deeds and to spread the organizations good name!”

The ysoki presents himself with a proper bow to the artificial intelligence as well as his fellow assembled Starfinders. As he does so it, a medallion bearing the holy symbol of the Dawnflower, can be clearly seen dangling from a necklace round his neck. “Sarenrae bless us. Every one”. He says as he resumes an upright position.

“But do tell us, Guidance, just what ‘prestigious organization’ was it that has made such a discovery? And what are the circumstances that brought about such revelation?”

OMID is a tall humanoid male with dark, straight, shoulder length hair. His android nature can be determined by the simple tattoo-circuits all in black and eyes that are opalescent. They almost seem to glow. He asks, "Why was it abandoned?"

Behind the rest of the group comes a strong voice, projecting loud and articulate so as to not be misheard, Do we know of any threats the station holds?

The owner of the voice is a lean and serious Ryphorian woman in well kept white and ice blue military fatigues, a symbol on the right shoulder identifying her as a mercenary of the Skyfire Legion. Not a single tuft of her white fur is out of place, and her narrow eyes remain fixed on Guidance as she stands at ease for the mission briefing. She exudes an air of calm authority, though whether she deserves it or not remains to be seen by the rest of the group.

Another android takes in the scene. In a female form, she is dressed in a business suit, with a datapad on her hip. A smile twitches across her face. "And why do they need Starfinders to look into it? When others do not wish to do the work, it is often dirty work. "

But do tell us, Guidance, just what ‘prestigious organization’ was it that has made such a discovery? And what are the circumstances that brought about such revelation?”

“Ulrikka Clanholdings is a large dwarven corporation. While not exclusively a mining company, Ulrikka Clanholdings turns their greatest profits from and directs their greatest focus toward their mines. This outpost was a sponsored prospecting site.”

"Why was it abandoned?"

"The reason the Outpost was abandoned remains unknown—and part of the reason you’re all needed to investigate the site. Records indicate the outpost confirmed its arrival and establishment with the hiring organization, but since then there have been limited communications. No reports or responses have been received in over two hundred years.”

Do we know of any threats the station holds?

Guidance describes the basic environment of the area. "The planet is very high Gravity and a standard atmosphere." Guidance then continues, “Beyond the environment of the planet, it is unknown what threats may exist at the outpost. You should prepare for many possibilities, such as pirates, large predators, hostile native cultures, or supernatural events.”

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“For this assignment, you have been authorized use of a Drake or a Pegasus starship. Both starship frames can complete this assignment. Please consider the following advantages when making your decision: Drake frames have greater firepower, whereas Pegasus starships are equipped with advanced science labs and sensors. As always, to optimize the chances of completing the assignment, it is recommended that each Starfinder team choose a ship that covers any area of weakness. However, the final decision is based on your personal preference. Safe travels.”

Continue to ask questions if you wish. Please finalize your boon slots, agree on a ship to use and post your Ship role please.

Unit HK45-2 is clearly an android. Its build seems old as he looks more like a machine than a humanoid.

With a mechanical voice he asks Question: All question have been answered I have none.

To his comrades he says Answer: I'm fluent in ancient golarion languages. I'm a protocol droid.

If we have an excellent pilot, the Pegasus is better, if you have a lot of good gunner, the Drake is the one to take.

He adds Answer: I'm a decent pilot and a good gunner. I have also competences in computer and engineering. Despite being a protocol Droid I will not make a good captain.

Breq smiles softly at the new droid. It is for people like HK that we fight. He must face so many prejudices. The android speaks up, hands referring to herself. "I am in a similar situation, HK. My skills at piloting also transfer well to gunnery. Gunnery is where I am most comfortable. However, I can also serve as an Engineer or Scientist. "

The android looks around waiting for others to speak. "By the way, you can call me Breq. "

"I am proficient as a pilot, but I am skilled as an engineer and science officer"

”And you may call me by the name of 'Lightfoot'. It is an appellation that I have embraced as befitting my role as a servant of The Healing Flame” Rozzicheep responds, before reciting, ”‘How radiant are the feet of those that bring the light of The Dawnflower and that proclaim the glory of her redemptive glow’.”

When the discussion turns to starship assignments, the ysoki chimes in, "Though I may yet, someday, endeavor to serve in the role of a starship captain, I have yet to receive adequate training in the pursuit. I have a modicum of military training and I can figure may way around a starship system or two. For now my devotion to the pursuits of that single star—the Radiant Sun—takes greater precedence to my travels by artificial vessel among those that are lesser lights."

Ceserre sizes up her compatriots, listening to them give their name and explain what they have to offer before she chimes in, Ceserre. I have basic training in piloting and shipboard weaponry, but I also serve in an... inspirational position within the Legion. Direct me where you think I will best serve.

That's +7 piloting, +6 diplomacy or intimidate, so I'm decent in the gunner, pilot, or captain positions, as needed :-)

Boarding the Drake your journey take nearly two weeks of traveling through the Drift. Overall the event is well....uneventful.

That is until you arrive in the system. As the destination planet appears on the starship’s main viewscreen, alarms suddenly blare. A slender form emerges from the distant void, slithering from out of the planet’s shadow. It moves directly toward the starship, as if drawn to it.

Distance: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 4, 5) + 5 = 15

Creature Round 1 Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Breq Round 1 Piloting: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

@Breq- At the end of each of your turns roll your next rounds Piloting init check as it helps speed up the rounds.

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Your ship is green. Enemy is red. Enemy still has to move.

Drake-( 70/70 | F:15 P:10 S:10 A:15 | Life Support: Normal| Sensors: Normal| Weapons: Normal | Engine: Normal | Power: Normal | Status: Nil )

Round 1
Captain (Ceserre)-May act on any Phase
Engineering Phase (Lightfoot)
Helm Phase (Breq- pilot)
Helm Phase (OMID- Science Officer)
Gunnery Phase (Hunterkiller)

If we only have one gunner, this fight is going to last a LONG time. Ceserre, do you think you can gunner?

Breq works the controls, in the zone. The android looks at the view screens at the enemy.

Life Science, DC 16: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

The android shakes her head. "Nope. No clue. Just a scary space shark." Her attention turns back to the controls. I doubt 'scary space shark' is the technical term.

Piloting, Evade, DC 13: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

She does some spins, hoping to evade the angry shark's lightning.

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Piloting, Initiative: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

OMID scans the creature trying to figure out what it is and why it seems to be attacking.
Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

HK's core system start acquiring the target. The Drake help it to be more precise using one of the +1 to a check from the Drake's computer

Once ready, it fires at the strange enemy vessel.

"A most unexpected greeting" Lightfoot notes upon first seeing the approaching creature. "This is a creature the likes of which I have never encountered. Perhaps, it is curious or simply looking for food. Yet, whatever its intention, let us proceed with due caution, but let also us refrain from hurting the creature, particularly as there is no indication that it means us any harm."

Lightfoot considers the creature's actions and demeanor, attempting to try and ascertain its intentions and likely responses to the Starfinders' approach. To figure out the creature's demeanor, would that be a Survival check to handle animal?

Survival to Handle Animal(?): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"OMID, please allow me to provide additional power to the sensors to help us better ascertain the nature of this beast."

Engineering to divert power to science equipment: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Ceserre is up. You guys can definitely change around positions at the beginning of each round as well.

Will DMPC Ceserre until he is able to fix his PC.

Round 1

Cessere sits comfortably in the Captain's chair and begins to command the ship, lining up shots and where to push the power to as she overlooks the bigger picture.

Captain Encourage (Gunner): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Lightfoot diverts all power to the science bay to try and figure out what this creature is.

This is a spacer legend known as a Besmaran whelp. The name is a catchall title for a wildly diverse group of immense space-dwelling aliens, which scientists are still researching if they are one species or several. For the most part, Besmaran whelps have a long wormlike body, two appendages, and a narrowed tail, and they typically feed on energy—their favorite meal being the power cores of starships.

Breq moves straight at the beast in a zig zag pattern to try and stay evasive.

The besmaran whelp cuts close by across the front of the viewport as it skims the starboard side of the Drake.

Besmaran Pilot Evasion DC 11: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

HK swings the turret around and fires straight into the creature's side at point blank range. The missile explodes too close to the Drake as the shields do what they can to not get damaged.

CT Besmaran Whelp: 1d100 ⇒ 31

The whelp fires back as a quill from it's tail slams into the Drake's shield.

Tracking Quill vs AC 14: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 4) = 13

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Round 2

Round 2 Besmaran Pilot: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

The Besmaran whelp circles around the Drake. It's large eye crackles with electricity as it glares through the window ports.

Everyone is up.

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Drake-( 67/70 | F:15 P:10 S:0 A:15 | Life Support: Normal| Sensors: Normal| Weapons: Normal | Engine: Normal | Power: Normal | Status: +2 AC)
Besmaran Whelp-( -12/- | F:- P:- S:- A:- | Weapons Array: Normal| Propulsion: Glitching| Heart: Normal | Brain: Normal | Status: +2 AC)

Round 2
Captain (Ceserre)-May act on any Phase
Engineering Phase (Lightfoot)
Helm Phase (Breq- pilot)
Helm Phase (OMID- Science Officer)
Gunnery Phase (Hunterkiller)

“HunterKiller 42-5,” Lightfoot remarks over the ship’s comm system. “I it would appear that your nomenclature is both descriptive as well as titular. I do not dispute that you are more aptly named. However, may I respectfully suggest that you withhold further hostilities against this creature as it is a living thing with no apparent evil intent, but merely a natural desire to satiate its hunger?”

The ysoki reviews a readout of the ship’s present power output and the schematics of all active energy conduits. “It may be that we can simply outrun this creature, keep ahead of it—away from its quills and teeth. There is a chance that it may tire and break off its attacks in search of more readily available, and, presumably less sentient, prey.”
Engineering to divert power to engines: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Question: Why the need to try not to kill a creature trying to destroy our vessels?
Answer: I prefer the preservation of my own circuits than the preservation of this organic life.

Again, HK target system focus on the whelp trying to destroying it before it eats them and shoots.

Breq tightens her metallic hands on the controls. "Hold on, kids!" The ship flies forward, directly towards the beast!

Piloting, Flyby, DC15+1.5*Enemy CR: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

With an expert twist of the wrist, the ship slides under the belly of the Whelp, narrowly avoiding being attacked. Breq turns the ship in a wide loop, ending back behind the creature. "A little bit of distance should help us out. Let's hope this fusillade convinces it to find weaker prey."

Do we not have a sixth player? Did Sidor drop? (That second gunner would be convenient right now...)

Haven't heard from Sidor in some time. Looking like he may have dropped but he is more than welcome if he shows back up :)

HK, keep up the fire on the creature. I'm sorry Lightfoot, but it's us or him, Cessere calmly announces over the comms, assessing the situation from the command chair.

Encourage Gunnery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Breq, get it either at our aft or forward, if we're to end this quickly we're gonna need another gunner trying to head it off before it disables anything important, and this boat only has those guns or the turret that HK is putting to excellent use, she adds after a moment of study, disengaging herself from the command chair and making her way to a gunnery station.

Boy, she really has been terribly encouraging, hasn't she? :-P

Edit: I just realized what Breq did with the flyby, but the roll Ceserre had is so low that I don't think it would matter if she had jumped into a gun at that point anyway. Sorry 'bout that

OMID is up.

OMID tries to even the shields.
computer: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Round 2

Cessere does what she can to encourage HK, but the droid has difficulty hearing it over the sound of the missile launching. Lightfoot tries to divert a bit more power to the engines but finds that there is little to spare as OMID evens the shields out again.

Breq brings the drake right at the Besmaran Whelp, It comes so close than one of the short range antennae's is torn free from the hull, though it gives HK a point blank shot into the side of the beast.

CT Besmaran Whelp: 1d100 ⇒ 35

Wounded the Besmaran Whelp seems to enter the a small tear in the drift and exit out again some distance closer to the Drake.

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Round 3

Round 3 Besmaran Pilot: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Round 3 Breq Pilot: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

The Drake has not moved yet.

Everyone is up.

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Drake-( 67/70 | F:10 P:10 S:10 A:10 | Life Support: Normal| Sensors: Normal| Weapons: Normal | Engine: Normal | Power: Normal | Status: Nil)
Besmaran Whelp-( -25/- | F:- P:- S:- A:- | Weapons Array: Normal| Propulsion: Malfunctioning | Heart: Normal | Brain: Normal | Status: Nil)

Round 3
Captain (Ceserre)-May act on any Phase
Engineering Phase (Lightfoot)
Helm Phase (Breq- pilot)
Helm Phase (OMID- Science Officer)
Gunnery Phase (Hunterkiller)

HK continues to shoot missiles at the creature this time he decides to use two weapons.
He uses the Drake's computer to help him with the Turret's guidance system.

Answer: Giant Meatball's target acquired.

Piloting, Maneuverability: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Breq taps the controls and shouts into coms. "Alright, cutting port engine...NOW! " As the engine sputters out, the ship turns quickly, taking the crew behind the whelp. "Switching engines, hold on! " Breq reverses the move, turning the ship again to bring the whelp back in sight.

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Piloting, Initiative : 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

"If we must do harm to this creature, then let us target those non-vital areas where we can strike as a deterrence to its further aggression." Lightfoot suggests.

Engineering to divert power to science station: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Of course, just because Lightfoot wants a PC to target a non-vital area does not mean that the PC has to. I believe that roll is sufficient to grant +2 to science station action this round.

"Does the creature have 'non-vital systems'?" OMID scans the Besmaran Whelp.
Computer: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 add 2 if power diverted.

Ceserre fires with the forward coilgun at the whelp, hoping to end this quickly before the creature can show up behind them from the drift, or some other inconvenient location. I didn't think you could use the drift without a drive! How is this thing doing that?!?

Coilgun Gunnery: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Coilgun Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 4, 2) = 14

The dice gods love to play...

Round 3

Lightfoot works on keeping power going to the science bay so they can see how wounded the beast is. This allows OMID to get a proper scan in.

Besmaran Whelp-( 30/55 | F:- P:- S:- A:- | Weapons Array: Normal| Propulsion: Malfunctioning | Heart: Normal | Brain: Normal | Status: Nil)

The whelp's bite seems to have an EMP effect and it's spine can be fired in all directions.

Breq maneuvers the Drake around the backend of the Besmaran Whelp, hoping to hit a blind spot of sorts. Though the whelp was only waiting.

The whelp is a bit slower at turning around than the Drake class starship but manages to ram the starboard side.

Besmaran Whelp Evade DC 11; Propulsion malfunction: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 4 = 13

Tracking Quill vs AC 12; Propulsion Malfunction: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 2 = 17
Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 6) = 14

The starboard side takes another devastating blow as the quill drains the shields. The Besmaran whelp is in the Drake's blind spot and Ceserre can't line up a shot. Though HK fires another missile, right into it's face. The creature contorts in a painful silent scream that seems to crackle all of your communications systems.

CT Besmaran Whelp: 2d100 ⇒ (72, 4) = 76
Weapon: 1d5 ⇒ 1

The blast leaves a bit of shrapnel through it's heart.

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Round 4

Round 4 Besmaran Pilot: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 10 - 4 = 22
Round 4 Besmaran Pilot FlyBy DC 16: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 10 - 4 = 21

The Besmaran Whelp flies right up and over the Drake.

Everyone is up.

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Drake-( 63/70 | F:10 P:10 S:0 A:10 | Life Support: Normal| Sensors: Normal| Weapons: Normal | Engine: Normal | Power: Normal | Status: Nil)
Besmaran Whelp-( -50/- | F:- P:- S:- A:- | Weapons Array: Fwd Glitching| Propulsion: Malfunctioning | Heart: Glitching| Brain: Normal | Status: Nil)

Round 4
Captain ()-May act on any Phase
Engineering Phase (Lightfoot)
Helm Phase (Breq- pilot)
Helm Phase (OMID- Science Officer)
Gunnery Phase (Hunterkiller / Ceserre)

Answer: Giant meatball ready to die. Time to finish it off.

Again, HK's systems target the Besmaran Whelp and shoot missiles at it!

Calling it as that blast takes care of the whelp and even with one more attack it won't disable your ship.

HK's latest missile drives the Besmaran whelp away as a small tear in the drift reopens for it's escape. It heads away from the planet to rest and recuperate.

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With no other immediate threats the Starfinders. As you approach the planet in the Drake, you notice a dangerous storm that interferes with their ship’s sensors. The storm’s erratic movements and intensity make it too dangerous to land inside. The storm looks powerful enough as large rocks swirl within.

The storm forces you to land several miles away and approach the site on foot.

Once landed, HK says Answer: Even being a protocol Droid, if we encounter local lifeform, it will be best that I don't intervene. My subroutines are not well design about my choice of words.

As an android HK dosn't need to breath and once everyone's ready, gets out of the spacecraft.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Breq cheers as the Whelp flies off. "See, Captain? She just needed some tough love! " On the way down to the planet, Breq listens to HK and frowns. This one is still a slave in his mind. A shame. I will have to give the Abolitionists his information. Perhaps their words can set him free.

Safely on the ground, Breq puts on her armor and prepares to leave.

Lightfoot assesses the damage to the ship. "With some time and the means, the Drake can be easily repaired. It was a shame that the creature came to harm, but at least the conflict was brief." he reports.

Upon landing, Lightfoot puts on his armor and checks the environmental seals. As he disembarks, he smiles as he reflects upon the fact that he is gazing upon a horizon that no one from the Pact Worlds has likely seen in centuries.

One by one the Starfinders activate their environmental protections offered by their armor. Partway to the outpost you come across a small inhabited village. This strange species is humanoid, with rock-like skin.

The village is small, with just under 40 basic structures appropriate to the mountainous terrain. The locals’ technological level is below the norm in the Pact Worlds, but they do have some projectile weapons and basic gas-powered vehicles.

As you pass by the village, two precocious adolescents approach. They, like the other locals, are curious about the arrival of outsiders. The adolescents try to communicate with you, but they know only their own language, so the adolescents try to communicate via hand gestures and other nonverbal clues.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Culture: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

As the apparent natives approach, Lightfoot turns to his companions, "I believe they are curious about us and are making inquiry as to our identities, our mode of travel, and our altercation with the life-form above the planet. If I am correct, then perhaps we can provide them the answers they seek, conveying simple ideas through our gestures and demeanor. I recently had some success with such methods when I so happened to encounter an alien life-form during my Confirmation, if you can believe it. Who would have imagined that such a thing would have occurred during one's Confirmation of all things?"

"Greetings, fellow beings,” Lightfoot says to the native creatures, attempting to imitate their rhythms and gestures in an effort to try and make the natives feel at ease. “I am Rozzicheep Bernnshaw, though my friends call me ‘Lightfoot’, and I wish for you to the do the same… that is if you are capable of mimicking a form of speech…” The ysoki points to himself and his companions. “Myself and these fellow travelers are Starfinders, a group dedicated to exploring and learning more about lifeforms unknown to us, such as, well…you.” Lightfoot points to natives.

“While we share common goals, we are a diverse group with different backgrounds, skills, and interests and hail from different planets. Collectively, our planets of origins are known as the Pact Worlds .” The ysoki searches for a few small rocks or pebbles and attempts to arrange them into a crude model of the planetary system.

Then, hoping he may be close to a communicative breakthrough, Lightfoot holds up the amulet on his necklace, which bears the holy symbol of Sarenrae. “I am a follower of Sarenrae, the Dawnflower. She is the Healing Flame, the goddess of stars.” He points at the object at the middle of his crudely formed solar model, indicating the sun.

“We departed from Absalom Station, which can be found. here.” He points at a smaller, flatter pebble that he had chosen due to its pointed edges. “During our venture here, we encountered a creature of ferocious teeth and quills…” Lightfoot pauses to bare his own teeth and also begins to gesture towards the dueling sword sheathed at his side, which he considers drawing and placing on his back to resemble a quill, but then stops when he concludes that drawing a weapon unprovoked has the potential to spark an interplanetary conflict.

“No doubt, the creature was simply looking for sustenance—a need of all living creatures.” The ysoki continues, “ Though, I am told that this particular creature had a taste for the sort of energy found in a starship’s power core." The ysoki scratches his head momentarily, clearly wrestling with a thought. "Quite the unnatural food source, it would seem, now that I stop to think about it."

The ysoki continues for a brief moment to engage in the mental wrestling match, but must quickly have declared a winner, as he then continues, "Nevertheless, my android companion here…” Lightfoot pauses again. Though initially prepared to introduce his one android companion by name, he stops when he concludes that identifying the self-proclaimed “protocol Droid” during an initial contact as “Hunter Killer” has the potential to spark an interplanetary conflict.

“Well, I suppose his name is not presently important,” Lightfoot continues, “But, he managed to convince the creature to depart, presumably in search of more suitable prey.”

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Breq looks at these two curiously. "They do not appear to wish us harm. That is good. The Pact World first contact clause of Code 711.422.31 calls us to not harm new life forms unless our lives are in danger." The android looks down at Rozzicheep. "Lightfoot, this must make you happy. Unlike the space-beast, they are nice." Her head cocks to the side. "How did they know of the Whelp? Their technology appears primitive."

Culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Unfortunately, Breq cannot figure out how to communicate to them.

Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Communication with lifeforms triggered. Assassination routine established... waiting for orders.

HK looks at the two rocky adolescents and mimic flying from the stars and shooting at the gargantuan creature they fought in space.