GM Tyranius Ashes of Discovery (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Breq pauses and watches Lightfoot fumble with the body for a moment. What a funny little rodent. Loves to play nice. Not very good at it. The android steps forward. "The society didn't send us a healer, but a shot of this should help. " She pulls out serum of healing mk I. As none of us are doctors, none of us can be sued if this goes poorly. At least one thing is comforting in this dark place.

Life Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Did it work?

Ceserre looks sheepish at not having brought her own medical supplies, and goes to look around at the rubble covering the creature, seeing if there's a way to move it without harming them or causing more damage to the building.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Trying perception as I do not have Engineering

HK help to get out the local from the rubbles.

auto-aid in Engineering

OMID sees that the structure is quite stable as all that has the chance of collapsing underneath the storm has done so already. Finding a nearby bar OMID is able to pry the stone off of the local resident. Groaning he shakily gets to his feet.

Quickly he realizes he is not able to communicate with you. But simply gives OMID a hug. Grateful for any help, the explorer digs through his bag and gives you a trailblazer fusion seal (4th) and mk 1 ring of resistance. Along with these items, the native also provides a stash of gems worth 750 credits.

Shakily standing to his feet the man limps, barely able to walk. He looks to the bridge and frowns at the storm. Looking back he gestures for help back across to get home.

HK says Question : It seems like this local meatball need assistance to cross the bridge as well as some assistance to walk.
Answer : I suppose that one of you will help him.

"This being must be the outcast those locals were telling us about. Be careful. He may have the forbidden magics they were afraid of. " The android stands and approaches the local, to sing her head back towards HK. "Tell me, Hunter. What sort of Protocal droid were you before your emancipation? Doesn't seem like you would have been very good at it. " She moves ahead and helps the local get across by holding the rope still and miming how to hold on.

HK unique eye stops on Breq and says Answer: my programs gave me knowledge of most of ancient Golarion's races languages.
Useful for hunters.

Lightfoot tries to communicate in a way that the native creature may understand. Culture: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Thank you for your gifts." The ysoki points to the items the creature provided. He then thumps his chest as he has seen the other rock-like aliens do, as he continues, "My colleagues have set up a rope that should make it easier for you to cross the bridge!"

Lightfoot points out the rope to the alien. He then looks at the other Starfinders for a moment, in thought, before adding, "You are welcome to keep it if you'd like, a gift from us. And it should help you on your way!"

Turning back towards the others, the ysoki offers, somewhat apologetically, "Fear not, my friends, I will purchase you a newer rope, of the finest kind I can afford, upon our return to Absalom Station."

"If he takes it, how will we get back over?"

@Breq- Need 2 Acrobatics check and Fort Saves. One for helping the man over and one for returning.

OMID will rest for a short period to recover a bit after walking through the storm.

What a world we've landed on, eh? Ceserre asks towards OMID while the pair take a rest, the ryphorian checking her weapons for any sign of wear or foreign objects that may have made their way into them during the storm and their run through it, I wonder what the Society will make of the natives here when we tell them about their existence.

Going to GMPC as it has been over 24 hours and no need to have everyone waiting.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Breq grabs ahold of the local the android slowly helps the rocky creature back across the bridge. The floating pebbles batter at the pair and the creature nearly loses consciousness. If not for Breq's aid he would have falling unconscious or off the bridge to his untimely death.

While waiting for Breq OMID takes advantage of the structure and rests his aching actuators.

With the eye of the storm offering a bit of reprieve the Outpost is just a short walk away. Surely there has to be someone that can be spoken with on this planet...

Before you stands the abandoned outpost that once belonged to the Ulrikka Clanholdings that hired you.

New map posted.

Thanks for the bot, GM.

Breq takes in the outpost, then goes and examines the front door. With the superstitious natives, they probably had security. Hopefully it's offline.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Once she determines it is safe, the android works to open the door.

Engineering, if necessary: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Breq finds no security on the outside of this once abandoned Outpost. The front door looks to be unlocked.

Debris litters the floor of this otherwise empty chamber. The floor paneling has been ripped up in several areas, revealing the same ground as the exterior. The door to the west sits halfway open, leading outside. The doors to the north and south remain securely closed.

OMID tries the door to the south.

HK moves in, looking around.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Lightfoot follows OMID to the south door. "Curious, is it not, that the front door was without bar or lock?" The ysoki ponders aloud. "Could the trait be universal among this seemingly abandoned structure?" He considers the door before him. Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Once/if satisfied that it is safe, Lightfoot attempts to open it.
Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Breq follows the others inside. Interesting... The android takes in the view.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

As a precaution, Ceserre takes out her Arc Pistol and flicks off the safety, holding it at the ready while expecting trouble. "Abandoned" sites were rarely abandoned... at least in the fantasy stories she reads.

GM Roll: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d20 ⇒ 5

OMID tries the door to the south and finds it to be unlocked as well. Breq looks up and notices a camera at the top of the ceiling with a flashing red light. Breq also notices a hidden panel in the eastern wall.

The northern door appears to be locked.

Breq waves at the camera and laughs. "Hi there! So much for the hope that the security system is done-zo. Ah, well. At least we'll have some records to look at. " Shortly after, the android turns to the opposite wall. "Huh. A panel. Perhaps there are some goodies in here. We were told to loot, after all! "

The android goes over and tries to open up the hidden panel.

Perception, Traps: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Engineering, if stuck: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Breq pries the panel open and finds a laser mounter within.

"Allow me to attempt to cut the power to the camera."

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Engineering: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

OMID uses his personal computer and jacks into the wiring. Using a few key prompts and scripting he is able to backdoor the camera and shut it down.

Breq smiles as OMID goes to work. "Nice job! Can you do anything with this laser mounter over here? " Breq points to the device she found. "If not, let's keep exploring. "

"Perhaps, I may be of some assistance." Lightfoot suggests. "Rerouting the power from the photon emitter through the hydraulic actuator should create a continuous feedback loop that would render the weapon inactive," the ysoki suggests.

Engineering (Aid Another): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

The laser springs forth from the wall as the system powers up and begins to fire. Lightfoot is quick enough as he smashes the motion sensor, powering the laser trap down before it could harm anyone.

Which direction? South is unlocked north is locked.

More south please.

Once everything safe, HK follows his comrades south.

Breq goes and opens the south door. "No more camera, no more trap! Nicely done. "

"Onward and inward!" Lightfoot declares.

I've updated token positions in accordance with above posts (or, at least, my understanding of them). HK was already placed by next door. I assume the corridor was clear? If so,

The ysoki considers the next door before them, looking for traps or other dangers. Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Rows of greenery line the southern and northern spaces of this fifty-foot-wide circular chamber. Curved plastic walls lead up to a transparent ceiling, partially obscured by chunks of random debris atop it but still clear enough to admit sunlight. Doors exit the area to the north and east.

The fruits and vegetables grown here provided nourishment for the former colonists.

OMID looks around the room. He tries to determine if the food is still edible.

Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9

HK moves to the next door, weapon ready, looking around him.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Indeed some of the plants, fruits and vegetables are quite edible. While the usual plants are present there are also a few exotic and alien fruits bearing strange barbs and fur.

HK moves through the chamber and opens the door to the next room, weapon at the ready.

Panels of electronics wrap around this thirty-foot-wide circular room. The steady hum of energized computers gently drones, while lights rhythmically flash on and off. Monitor screens display live images of various rooms throughout the outpost. Door exit to the west and north.

Breq walks in, eyes wide. "A greenhouse! With living plants! Interesting... perhaps the sprinklers are automated. Or someone is still here... " The android pulls her pistol in anticipation but goes to examine the plants.

Life Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Walking into the next room, the android smiles. "Ah, let's see what we can find here... "

Computers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Engineerin: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

HK help Breq with the computers.

Computers (aid): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Panels of electronics wrap around this thirty-foot-wide circular room. The steady hum of energized computers gently drones, while lights rhythmically flash on and off. Monitor screens display live images of various rooms throughout the outpost.

"Most curious that someone likely went through considerable effort to set up a system for monitoring, yet leaves the area largely unattended." Lightfoot stares at the monitors for a while attempting to spot any appearances or other signs indicating the locations of any current inhabitants.

If there are, he will notify the others immediately of what he has found.

Ceserre remains on her toes as she walks about the garden, ignoring the more bizarre plants as she looks for any threats that may be abound... including the plants themselves as she keeps behind Breq.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

OMID looks at the monitors with the others. "So. What happened to the people? Where did everyone go and why did they leave?"

The group dives into the scripts on the computer. Almost instantly HK and Brew find a scripting in it to be able to turn security forces in the Mess Hall on and off.

Would need another computers check to perform if you wish to do so.

You also see that you have camera access to several of the rooms.

• Hydroponics
  
• Security Center
  
• Medical Center
  
• Barracks
  
• Command Center

Each would require a separate computers check to turn the camera on. You have already passed through both the Hydroponics and you are currently in the security center.

HK tries to get into the Command Center's camera.

Let's find what's going on in there.

Computer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

HK gets the screen to flit on the grainy picture.

This immense circular room is bare, except for several computer screens and databanks that line the inner walls. Chairs jut out from some of these computerized desks, while doors exit to the northeast, southeast, and southwest.

Pacing the room is a similar rocky-skinned native, though only for a moment, for as the camera turns on, so does a similar little red light. The Exile's head snaps to the camera and the last thing you see is a blast from a laser pistol destroying the camera.

Static crackles as an intercom pops to life. A voice reverberates from the walls. “So, it seems I have some unwelcome guests intruding upon my solitude. Leave now, or you will regret ever venturing farther. This is my first and final warning, trespassers.”

"Seems fair, but we really need information about this place. " Breq shrugs and goes back to work on the computer. "I guest we choose option B: Regret. "

The android taps the keys of the computer. Maybe e can see these security forces. Let's turn on the camera to the barracks.
Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Completing that, Breq chuckles. "I suppose we shouldn't help him harm us. " The android goes to turn off the security.
Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Ceserre maintains her vigil of the hallway, watchful for any defences the thing may send at them that aren't listed on the computers.

Anyone else think it's odd he speaks common? she asks, her eyes momentarily flicking to where her companions are typing away on the computer, the other locals had no idea what we were saying, yet this guy knows enough to be able to threaten us.

"Most curious indeed, Friend Ceserre." Lightfoot inquires. "Most curious indeed."

"May I suggest that we try to get visual observation of the remaining areas of this compound before proceeding?"says Lightfoot. "We have clearly been detected by what appears to be, at least at the moment, a hostile individual. No doubt, if there are others in league with this person, they are likely already making some effort to conceal their locations and numbers. Nevertheless, we may be able to better ascertain any potential opposition in this manner and do so at a non-threatening way"

I think we still have Medical to attempt to view. Lightfoot is not trained in computers.

"Perhaps he was taken in by the original survey team as a youth.

Breq isn't quite able to see the Barracks but is able to shut down the security in the Mess Hall. Though it is all on faith alone that the system even still works as it is just the scripting and changing of a boolean text in the file.

"Well, I think that worked. The mess hall should be clear. Oh well, no way to know. Let's move on." The android leads the group to the next door. After examining it for traps briefly, the android opens the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6