PbP GameDay VI: GM S's "The Commencement" (Table 2) (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

Clayton heads the words from Kultainen and takes aim at Orsis before letting a burst go

Pew Pew Orsis KAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Clayton turns to target where Kultainen is pointing and scores a direct hit on Orsis!

Lemgem (Bulky): Fires on Orsis: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
Nyizin (Well-armed): Fires on Starfinders: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 and Fires on Orsis: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Orsis (Sleek): No working weapon!
Ratrod (Custom): Fires on Starfinders: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Velocity (Spherical): Fires on Lemgem: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 and Fires on Orsis: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Net results:
Orsis: -8
Lemgem: -4

Lemgem (Bulky): Piloting: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 4 = 10 BUMPY!
Nyizin (Well-armed): Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 FULL SPEED
Orsis (Sleek): Piloting: 1d20 + 10 - 8 ⇒ (19) + 10 - 8 = 21 FULL SPEED
Ratrod (Custom): Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 BUMPY
Velocity (Spherical): Piloting: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26 FULL SPEED

It's tentacle and tentacle!
Starfinders!: 2250' +Piloting
Lemgem (Bulky): 2300'
Nyizin (Well-armed): 2250'
Orsis (Sleek): 2725'
Ratrod (Custom): 1675'
Velocity (Spherical): 2550

"FLIP THAT POWER SWITCH!!!" Gideon thunders through his visor.

Go double speed this round!!!

Without pause—and without hindrance from incoming fire—Jaynix punches it, pushing the racer to the limits of its capabilities.

With no penalties, we can't fail the check. So let's use that afterburner ability thingy to try to take first!

The Starfinder racer comes zipping by in a blur. It crosses the line to cheers of shock and amusement!

Laboni's smile is infectiously wide as she returns to you. Before she reaches you, she pivots to approach a very annoyed Ratrod. It's obvious that she's apologizing for her previous statements. The ysoki’s pride clearly still hurts, but the gesture seems to have an impact on him.

After taking time to revel in the victory, you take a moment to send word to Radaszam of your victory. While talking to him he cuts in with a hearty belly laugh, "Would you look. at. that. Hey agents, the Salvage Union, Ratrod's gig just sent a peace offering to boot. Head over to race headquarters. They've got a credit stick with 400 big ones and some graphite skin armor for you. I'll let Laboni know those extra spoils are yours."

Jaynix is still riding his racer's high. "Did you see when that one guy went REEEEAAAAOOOOWWWWW!! and Clayton was all like 'I don't think so, bub' BRRAP BRRAP!" He pauses to take a break, more forced to by his need to breathe, "Ah, hells, that was fun, guys."

He claps Flush on the shoulder, "Nice work on the rig, by the way." He zooms his hand through the air, "She flew great!"

At the prospect of which task to take on next, the young spacer shrugs, "One's as good as the other, I guess."

Flush runs over and gives Laboni a congratulatory Vesk-scale hug, albeit a socially awkward one. After the Starfinder racer has a few moments with the Ysoki, including a stumbling offer from Flush to help with his racer at some point in the future, she approaches Laboni.

The clap on the shoulder kind of catches her off-guard -- since when has anyone seen a Vesk *flinch*?

"So, um, ah, are you, ah um... ah. er..."

She's clearly trying to figure out how to say it for a second.

"Um, ah, I um, really like ah, how you um think and ah, it made ah, working on your racer a piece of cake and um, I would ah, um, er... Would you like to ah, get together and talk about future modifications to the hardware and ah software and ah, maybe work on some personal um, interfacing ah, skills?" Her tail is kind of tense and stiff behind her, as she waits for any sort of answer. Nervously, she pushes her spectacles up her noseridge.

As far as the next assignment, Flush looks at them and shrugs. "Um, uh, Downlow is still uh, part in the ah station so it ah, probably is better and then we can ah, go out to the ah, Armada after?"

When she appraises the armor, her response is pretty blunt. "It's ah, a nice armor for ah folks that ah, um, can wear lighter stuff, but it doesn't quite ah, match up to mine so ah, if ah, someone who doesn't mind ah, moving a little bit ah, stiffly it ah, is ah good upgrade from station-scales."

Laboni looks at Flush with her mouth slightly agape. She pauses, ultimately deciding on a wide smile and a slap on the shoulder with a "Sure thing buddy!"

So that's one for the Downlow, and one for whichever. Anyone else want to chime in?

Flush's tail dances excitedly and her coloration brightens a bit, smiling toothily to Laboni!

"I can't, ah, wait!"

After the celebration winds down, the party heads to the poor, but trendy district of Downlow.

Garbage litters the ground around the district’s largest art park—a cement lot filled with undulating metal sculptures and covered in graffiti of grotesquely adorable creatures. The sounds of music and chatter drift over from the nearby clubs, chronically interrupted by the roar of the local gangsters’ engines. A heavily augmented host shirren is sitting on one of the park benches, eating a simple meal of cold grub-noodles and rice candy. Their antennae perk up at the tremor of approaching footsteps. “Welcome, new Starfinders! And congratulations!” the shirren’s voice telepathically projects. “My speech-name is Zigvigix, but feel free to call me Ziggy, if that would be easier for you. Have some rice candy to celebrate your graduation! Today is your big day!"

“When you are ready, I have two assignments I could use assistance with. The first is to help me secure a new headquarters on Absalom Station. I’ve been in talks with our station’s protectors, the Stewards, and they were kind enough to give us ownership of a warehouse here in Downlow for that purpose! The current owners no longer want it because a vicious alien took it over and kills anyone who goes inside. Once the alien is gone and the warehouse cargo has been returned to its owners, we can start installing desks and computers, so please go in and incinerate the creature!"

“My second assignment...” Zigvigix twitches their tooth barbs for a moment and then holds out a credstick. “Please buy the brand-new Strawberry Machine Cake album, Star Sugar Heartlove!!!, which is out today, and give it to Historia-7 when you see her. She is the head of the Dataphiles, so you should meet her today if you haven't already! I wish to do it myself, but I... I have trouble standing for long periods of time. Thank you very much!”

"A new albumn?" asks Kultainen.

"Sure... is there a place to download it in the Downlow? Or has Strawberry Machine gone retro? And we need " here she looks distressed Physical media?"

"I assume you have the coordinates of the warehouse?" Gideon asks, his gravity hammer warping into existence in his hand.

"Of course. And I don't know what you mean by retro, but they do go with physical media on the release. Doesn't everyone know that?"

There is some excited clicking before the mental voice returns, "Historia-7 has seemed down after losing her mentor in the Scoured Stars. I hope the sugar-pop music can cheer up the android; the band’s music always makes them feel better."

There's some slower clicking before the shirren goes on to gush about favorite songs, and expressing regret they cannot hear the newest releases, as the shirren finds it incredibly difficult to stand in the long lines.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

Not picking up on the shirren his inuendo he merely shrugged. "You guys decide which one, either one is fine altough taking a monster down is always preferable for me..."

SM: 1d20 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 2 + (5) = 16 So close, so android

"Right.. physical media for release. Let's go see if we can find an appropriate retail outlet. Or is the warehouse a more urgent task?"

Jaynix, who had only shrugged at the heavy-looking armor, watches Zigvigix give her response about the music.

sense motive DC 17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

He's far too obsessed with the idea of raiding a warehouse full of horrible, predatory creatures. "Oooh ... let's go check the warehouse." He shrugs, "We can swing by for the album afterwards."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 3

"Works for me," Gideon agrees, turning for the door. He readies himself for the fight, and wonders what sort of alien has made the warehouse its home.

No matter. The crushing power of the cosmos consumes us all, in the end.

Once you are ready, station security allows you through the force barrier set up around the perimeter of the warehouse. They give you a curious look, wondering what kind of person voluntarily would WANT to go in.

The doors to the warehouse were forced open and no longer lock, allowing you to simply walk in. The warehouse ceiling is 30 feet high, and a catwalk runs 15 feet above the floor. The crates and vehicle are approximately 5 feet tall, while the cylindrical containers and the crate-filled scaffolding are 10 feet tall. Climbing the crates and scaffolding wouldn't be too hard in a pinch. THere's a pit in the warehouse floor.

The scattered junk on the floor creates an area of difficult terrain. The lights on the catwalk are not bright enough to illuminate the area, leaving the warehouse in dim light.

1d4 ⇒ 1 unfortunately, the creature's location isn't completely obvious...

Map is updated.

Who took the armor in the end?
Kultanien slides quietly into the room, looking around with her superior eyesight.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Kultainen sees that the warehouse is full of useful items, but she doesn't get much of an opportunity to process any details. A large alien of unknown type rises from the shattered crate in the room.

Alien: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Flush: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Clayton: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Jaynix: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Gideon: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Kultainen: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

The alien hurtles a feather with the force of a harpoon at Kultainen ATK KAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 and it slams into the android for DMG: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 It's poisoned! FORT DC 11 or be sickened for Rounds: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 1:
Jaynix: Go
Clayton: Go
Gideon: Go
Kultainenen: Go
Alien: TBD
Flush: TBD

Heading to work in a bit, unable to post for eight+ hours.

I'll be out of posting for a few days probably, so bot as required

Kultanien staggers backwards.
fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Drawing her laser, she shoots!

fire: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Given the nature of this task, Jaynix would definitely have come in with his weapon drawn. Let me know if this isn’t the case, for some reason.

Jaynix darts forward, mirroring Kultainen’s movement as he cracks off a shot with his pistol.

Trick attack: move up and attack
Acro: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16; if successful, target is flat-footed and gains additional damage
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pistol vs KAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
damage: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (4) = 6

Adrenaline thumps into Gideon's veins, and his hammer takes on a deadly sheen. Entering Photon Mode.

Given the range, he troubles himself to flash out a tactical pistol in his off-hand and take a poorly aimed pot shot before the close.

Pistol @ KAC: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Weapons drawn already is totally fine given the assignment.

Kultainen's shot isn't on target enough to damage the alien, but Jaynix certainly is. Gideon's shot goes way wide as the creature settles in for a hard fight.

Round 1:
Jaynix: Hit
Clayton: Go
Gideon: Miss
Kultainenen: Miss
Alien: TBD
Flush: TBD

Moved to reflect Flush's change in position, trying to identify as per info hidden under spoiler.

Dammit! I posted Clayton's bot-turn in the Discussion thread by accident. I can post here if desired, but the rolls will be different.

Unfortunately, Flush knows a feather stalker when he sees one. These aliens come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and with special abilities.
This one appears to have a mild poison in its flying feathers, and is slightly resistant to cold.

Clayton blasts the alien. It's a direct hit, but the effect seems ever so slightly diminished.

Two more feathers shoot out at Clayton and Kultainen:
v. Clayton: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 - 2 = 27 for DMG: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 and a FORT
v. Kultainen: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 - 2 = 22 for DMG: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 and a FORT

The creature looks pretty hale. You think it's going to take a few more hits to overcome this thing.

Round 2:
Jaynix: Go
Clayton: Go
Gideon: Go
Kultainenen: Go
Alien: TBD
Flush: TBD

Kultanin steps back and fires her laser again.
"This is not liking me at all. "
fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Ughhh I don't feel well."

Kultainen takes the hit and it sickens for Duration: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 rounds. Still th shot strikes true and singes the alien~

Round 2:
Jaynix: Go
Clayton: Go
Gideon: Go
Kultainenen: Hit
Alien: TBD
Flush: TBD

Gideon springs sprightly forward the last few yards, heedless of the swaying tentacles of his quarry. He smashes forward with the hammer.

Gravity Hammer: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

"Stay back!" he shouts in warning. His hammer begins to glow, if a pitch black thing can glow.

Photon Mode: 2 points.

Gideon's hammer swings wide, but gains the attention of the alien!

Round 2:
Jaynix: Go
Clayton: Go
Gideon: Miss
Kultainenen: Hit
Alien: TBD
Flush: TBD

Jaynix foolishly steps in front of Kultainen, hoping to give the android a breather as he pops off another round at the creature.

”Hey, ugly! Over here!”

Trick Attack, more or less staying put for now.
Acro: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24; success = flatfooted & add’l damage
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pistol vs KAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
damage: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (4) = 7

Jaynix's fancy stunt pays off, as he nails the alien with another shot. The alien's xenobiology is hard to read, but it looks pretty severely injured.

Round 2:
Jaynix: Hit
Clayton: Go
Gideon: Miss
Kultainenen: Hit
Alien: TBD
Flush: TBD

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Gasping at the effects of whatever hit him the young soldier shoots again at the creature, knowing the effects would be diminished.

Zero Rifle @ Alien EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Cold Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Despite the mild toxin, Clayton scores a direct hit. The alien screaches from... some orifice you can't see. It begins to thrash wildly. It's resistance to the cold only taking it so far.

The flailing focuses on Gideon as the feathery tentacles slam into him:
ATK 1: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 2 = 22 for B DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
ATK 2: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 2 = 9 MISS

Round 2:
Jaynix: Hit
Clayton: Hit
Gideon: Miss
Kultainenen: Hit
Alien: ATK
Flush: Go

Round 3:
Jaynix: Go
Clayton: Go
Gideon: Go
Kultainenen: Go
Alien: TBD
Flush: TBD

Gideon grunts from the blow. "STAY BACK!" he calls again, louder this time, and it's soon apparent why as a burst of blinding sunfire erupts all around him.

Supernova Fire Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9 DC 14 Reflex for half

Photon Mode: 0 points.

End of Round Two

"So, ah, it is ah, feather stalker and ah, it ah, has a poison--" the Vesk begins just about the same time that Kultainen gets hit and starts feeling queasy "And ah, it um, can handle cryogenics pretty well. Don't use cold."

She then lumbers over to look over Kultainen, even though combat is going on.

Medicine(poison treatment): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 "Um, so ah, let me now if this ah, helps any. Most of my medicine is ah, designed for Vesk ah, physiology."

Flush quickly patches up Kultainen as the sounds of the solarian echo throughout the warehouse REF: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

When the light returns to normal, the alien is naught more than a burning husk. The sounds of battle go quiet as a voice from outside breaks the new silence, "Ummmm hey, is this good news or bad? It's station security by the way." Clearly they don't want to come in without confirming.

Jaynix spins his pistol like a gunslinger, slipping it gracefully back into his holster.

... at least that's what he tries to do. Instead, the gun goes clattering across the floor for a second before he grabs it up.

"Uh, yah!" he yells out, grimacing at the crew comically, "Coast is clear!"

With assurance from Jaynix, the forces come in and quickly secure the area. There's a fair amount of chatter between them on how bad-ass you must be to have pulled that off.

That concludes one of your missions, so you head off to the line for the new album...

And instantly you find yourselves regretting a lot of your life's choices. The line looks like it's going to be about 6 hours of standing, followed by a mad rush of fans...

It is extremely boring.

EXTREMELY.

It takes FOREVER.

Seriously, this is super boring.

You contemplate quitting the Starfinders.

Everyone needs to make a DC 12 FORT save to avoid becoming fatigued. Once you have rolled the save, check the spoiler

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Gideon makes certain to pick up two copies, one for Historia-7 and one for Zigvigix. After the torturous ordeal, Gideon finds a quiet place to sit for a few minutes. He feels the bruises on his ribs where the tentacle smacked into him, his armor is a bit dented, and there's a scratch just underneath his left eye which he dabs at with a towel-puck.

1 resolve point to recover stamina points.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

He sighed in boredom as the line was taking it's sweet time, this was even worse when Ysoki's ran around in a line to find some apples to stuff into their pouches and then show it off...

Standing in line fort save…
Fort DC 12: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Apparently, the young spacer has done his fair share of line-waiting, and he handles i just fine ... with only a little complaining.

"This is ridiculous!"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Flush was a custodian before she earned her 'deed' name. Custodian Vesk on Vesk Prime are the lowest of the low, having to make way for the 'jock' warriors, the 'monied' bureaucrats, and pretty much everyone else.

Being Vesk, 'Hurry up and Wait' is not a thing that she is a stranger to.

Being from the underclass of all Vesk underclasses, the 'nerd', she is easily able to nearly dance through the line to avoid the potential threats, making it through almost like a pro.

"Three, please!" She finally offers when she gets to the purchasing station. One for backup, one for me, one for the mission. -100credits for two, then?

Yes, it's 100 for two. Two more to go!

fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
"Ouch, get off my foot. " yawns Kultainen.

"People listen to this? " she sighs, forking out the coin for a copy for her self. "I am trying to assimilate popular culture. I'm sure this will be helpful."

Yes, it's 100 for two. Two more to go!

Do we each need to buy one for Historia-7?

No, only one. You're allowed to pool money for this also

Finally the party makes it out with copies of Star Sugar Heartlove!!!. When you return Zigvigix is quite happy, "Word came through about the warehouse, tremendous! Historia-7 will be quite pleased..."