Redelia's Dead Suns (Inactive)

Game Master Redelia

"Not much we can do. We should keep searching." Cha'Vishtyr helps Jaxy to his fluffy feet and goes back to searching the prone spacesuit.

Jaxy, I forgot to say that you have also taken 1 wisdom damage.

Now that you have more time to look around, you see an airlock to each side of the ship. They are both open. You have closed the airlock behind you.

The space suit contains a dead space goblin.

Where now, guys? If we want to keep things moving, you might want to number a few doors to explore or else give a simple rule of thumb such as moving clockwise around the ship so that we don't need to keep stopping to discuss where you go next.

I don't believe there's anything I can do to help Jaxy at this level. I could be wrong though. I numbered the doors. 1-5 in ascending order work for everyone?

"Oh, Jaxy, that looks painful. You ok? I'm sure our Cha can fix you up all good once we get to a medical facility....Oh! Maybe one of these doors hides a medbay?!"

Looking around she sees the door next to her and moves towards it. Listening closely, she tries to determine if there are anymore pregnant foes on the otherside before opening it.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

I can only help Jaxy in spirit.

Bahd Dogkata! Bahd! Ack switches his hammer for his Rifle as he reconsiders how close to the beasts he'd like to be.

Ack follows Kotora down the hallway.

Jaxy, I forgot to say that you have also taken 1 wisdom damage.

Yay Jaxy is really not going to be able to see things coming for him! But it makes sense with being sickened and exausted.

Jaxy barely makes it to his feet, really not feeling good. It takes him a long time to react to Cha'Cha's message, almsot as if the small furry thing han't heard it in the first place. "A disease? Oh, that's why I don't feel good."

He takes a few steps after Kotora, seemingly in a fog before realizing the other skittermander had said something. "Right, medbay... is nice."

He moves over to the door to room one, hoisting his weapons with very little enthusiam.

"Ok, let's explore the ship from back to front. We start at this door!" Dribble adds, trying to regain some form of command

Order 1-5 is fine with me

Same, fine with the order.

"Yes, it seems this ship is infested and we shouldn't leave anything behind us." Cha'Vishtyr urges the group towards the door.

As Kotora peeks into the cargo hold, she finds two more akatas, who immediately move to attack her.

Ack may act before the akatas do.
Jaxy, please remember your penalties.

"ACK! Be more of them things. They tryin to make us mommies!"

AHH!! No wanna be their mommy!

Shoots at the closest Akata.

Atk:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Dmg1d8 ⇒ 7

Ack, you can't shoot around the corner. I moved you to the space just inside the doorway where you can see to shoot.

The red Akata bounds forward and attacks Ack. It is indeed intent on biting him and making him into a 'mommy.'
bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Status: Akata -7 HP, Ack 1/12 SP, Jaxy 10/14 SP, -1 Wis, sickened, fatigued

I need a fort save from Ack.

The second Akata growls, but evidently thinks it has to wait its turn to reproduce.

The entire party is up.

Fort:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
My mistake on that; i got confused by the door on the map.

"Hey! Stop that. We was sent here to take you somewhere safe. Uh...we..uh..yeah. We have lots of peoples that want to be mommy's. You just need to stop this and come with us." cries out Kotora

"Ack, get outta there. We've gotcha covered."

Are the boxes Difficult Terrain?

"Ack, you are blocking the door." Cha' calls out to the young goblins mind. "Move further in or out before you become an Akata's emergency ration."

Pulsecaster: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Non-Lethal Damage (E): 1d6 ⇒ 2

Yep, boxes are difficult terran.

"Move back! That way we will have the advantage!" Dribble shouts while she lines up a shot with her pistol

Readied Arc Pistol, Static: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Damage (E): 1d4 ⇒ 4

Shots fired: 4

Barely listening to the conversation going on a around him, Jaxy focuses on trying to not to feel so sickened. He, for the most part, fails to do more tan make it worse. After he finally hears Kotora and Ack mention it multiple times Jaxy finally gets an idea of what is going on with him. "...am I gonna be a mommy? I'm gonna have kids?" For the first time since being bitten his ears perk up a little and a little bit of his usual energy sneaks back into his voice. "Ohhh, what should I name them?"

So engaged in the dream of having his own kids, Jaxy's muscle memory takes over and on autopilot he takes a shot at the red Akata.

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Heavy cannon! Sickened, fatigued, blocked: 1d20 + 5 - 1 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 1 - 2 - 4 = 10
If for some miracle that hits, Damage sickened: 1d10 - 2 ⇒ (7) - 2 = 5

Realizing his panicked mistake, Ack slips by Cha's legs as he moves past to the other side of the door again.

Jaxy, you're in luck. That hits because of Kotora's action.

As all of you rain destruction on the nasty creature, the reddish akata falls over, dead.

The yellow akata races forward and tries to bite Cha.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
[ooc]Fort save, please, Cha.

The party is up again.

"NO!" cries out the small skittermander as another companion receives the dangerous bite. Unable to get a clear view on the foe, she frowns.

"Cha, you would make a great mommy, but not today." Looking past the shirren, she advises the creature "We would be fine helping you make babies, but we are in quite a hurry. It's just not a good time. If you would please stop, we should get on our way."

"Allright, then we do it the hard way" Dribble sighs while she tries to shoot the akata through her friends

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

I assume I shot my readied shot but it missed because of cover. Shots fired: 5

No, Dribble, that attack hit, and helped take down the first akata.

Cha, Jaxy, and Ack?

I missed that this had updated on Thursday for some reason.

Jaxy, still excited about the idea of being a mommy, looks to Kotora and Dribble. "Uhh, Dribble, Kotora, do either of you want to be godmommies? I think Cha'Cha can be the goddaddy, and Ack can be the daddy cause he so smart! And Allian can..."

Jaxy continues to prattle on before getting interrupted by the slavering sounds of the other Akata and it biting Cha'Cha. His face darkens slightly in annoyance. "No, bad mommy making beast! We can't all be mommies! Who will baby sit? Who will be godmommies and daddies? You're ruining EVERYTHING!"

With a particularly aggressive swing, Jaxy tries to bring his Doshko down on the beast's head.

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Dangit, I just realized this isn't the same Akata and opening volley won't apply to this attack.
Here, let me help you! (Tactical Doshko): 1d20 + 6 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 2 - 1 = 22
peircing: 1d12 + 4 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 2 - 1 = 10

Kotora distracts the creature, and Dribble and Jaxy damage it. It's starting to look quite hurt.

status: akata -11 HP

Waiting for actions from Cha (including save) and Ack.

Apologies, this was not updating for me as well.

Fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Being bit, Cha'Vishtyr's mind releases the magical shield around his body, reflecting all of the damage back at the Akata.

Release Reflecting armor. DC 14 Reflex for half damage.

Stumbling Cha'Vishtyr swings his battle staff at the beast.

Battlestaff: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 4 = 5
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Battlestaff: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 2 - 4 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Taking place behind Cha, Ack takes a shot at the Akata.

Atk 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Dmg 1d8 ⇒ 2

The second akata falls over, dead.

Jaxy dances in jubilation over another job well done and poor soul helped, before stopping immediately his hairs going flat in the universal skittermander sign of extreme nausea and covers his mouth. After a few seconds of deep slow breathing he stands straight again. "Is this what you call 'morning sickness'? I don't like it..." He looks over to Cha and asks, "Wait are you going to be a mommy now, too? We could set up play dates?..."

After a long while, the skittermander slowly edges himself into the room the two mommy makers were just in and looks around slightly curious as to what is in there.

As the thing falls, she looks towards Jaxy. "God-Mommy...ya know, I like the sound of that. God Mommy Kotora!"

Stepping through the door behind the male skitter, she looks around. "Whatcha think you'll be naming it? Them? Is it twins??"

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Cha'Vishtyr concentrates on his own body for any signs of affliction.

Cast Detect Affliction.

"What are so many of these doing here on the ship?" He asks in each of their minds. Peering into the room Cha'Vishtyr searches for a bit before moving towards the northern door.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Placing his hand on the door he feels for any more vibrations that these creatures cause in the vicinity.[/ooc]

Blind sense (Vibration)

Cha finds no sign of an affliction in himself.

Looking carefully around the current room, you find odd metallic bits. Looking at them more closely, you realize they are bits of akata cocoons. They are very valuable, because they are made of the 'skymetal' noqual.

He is unable to sense any more akatas, but he knows that on the ship, that only means they are not in a nearby room.

Cha finds a large shipping package in the northern cargo hold he investigates. It is clearly labelled as intended for Ambassador Nor, Absalom Station.

"Oooh, that is the package for the ambassador! All the more reason to get this ship working so we can return to the station. I wonder how it is to have an ambassador friend..."

Dribble takes a closer look at the package "I wonder what he is receiving"

She then moves into the hallway "Shall we see what is in this room?"

Ready for room 3?

"Aren't you curious what the Ambassador could possibly have being delivered on a derelict ship overcome by all these Akatas?" Cha'Vishtyr asks the group as they move along to the next room. "We have yet to see a single crew member even."

You find a small kitchen area. The first door across the hallway from the kitchen is a small empty sleeping room. The next door is locked.

"I imagine it's fancy clothes for the Ambassador's lady, or man, friend. Why else would it be so urgent to get it back? As for the crew, we did see the one gobby in the hall over there. Perhaps it was a one-man crew?" summates the Skittermander as she follows her companions.

Eyeing the door, she turns to their own resident goblin. "You's got computer skills. Think you could trick this one?"

"Of course I am curious, but friends trust each other. He will tell us in his own time if he wants us to know. If it is not it is not our business to know" Dribble answers Cha's question

The goblin was following a pace behind as the party moved forward so he could catch his breath after so many things wanting a bite of him. He wondered if this was what one of his snacks felt like; which made him realize his hunger as they searched the kitchen. Excited at the thought of making a snack he quickly realized it would be in vain with his fishbowl protecting him from the currently airless environment.

At Kotora's beckon he would examine the door.

Jaxy gives a huff of a sigh over the question of what to name a little one. "Hmmm, if it's a boy, maybe Jaxy Wan. He was a friend, very very strong, but he ended his own 'pain 'n' safeerin' of living...' I miss him sometimes. If its a girl... hmmm, maybe Jaxy Dritora or Kotoribble? The only women I know arwe you and Dribble..."

He follows the group through the kitchens, trying not to puke at the thought of food in his stomach. At the door, he asks "This med-bay has some thing for 'morning sickness'? I want to eat something today.... Ack, Can I pound the door open?"

While looking at the door and pondering how to open it the Goblin was going to halfheartedly reply to Jaxy that that might be bad for the space baby he might be carrying; when an idea occurred to him.

'iht's pretty stuck. Make sure and give it a good hard smack, okay Jaxy?'

Exocortex:

Ack finds that it's not a matter of the computer keeping the door from opening. They seem to have been jammed, and nothing but mechanical force will open them.

This is a strength check; one other person may aid.

Cha'Vishtyr steps back to let one of the other skittermanders help the goblin. He taps into Jaxy's mind. "Can you open the door little one?"

Jaxy gives a nod at Ack and Cha's words. holding a hand over his mouth in a vain attempt to prevent puking, he hefts his doshko, gives and half turn and rotating from his hips, but at the last moment a twinge from his arm causes him to jerk the large weapon up. However the moment causes him to keep spinning and he sends up wrapping around the wrong way and topples over. "I think the baby moved!"

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Str check: 1d20 + 4 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 - 1 - 2 = 3

Jaxy is not able to open the door. You hear sounds of something yelling as you try, though.

Anyone else going to try?

"No, No. It's like this!" calls out Kotora as she steps forward. Firmly wrapping he hands around the handle above the 'Pull Left' sign, she pushes hard. "Oh...well maybe not.

Eyeing the door, she sizes it up. Pushing again, she frowns. "I don't get it..."
Survived conceptions...to be stopped by a door.

Str: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Str 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"Hello? Who is in there" Dribble shouts

"Kotora, Jaxy, wait for a moment. Somebody seems to be in there."

Cha'Vishtyr places his hand on the door and feels for any sort of vibration.

Blindsense (Vibration)

Though he isn't sure what is inside or able to reach into their mind, making him unable to speak to them.

"Ask if they were a part of the crew. A survivor." Cha'Vishtyr relays to Dribble.

Jaxy un-twists himself and stands back up, waying slightly as the room swinms around him. "Pharasma-curses, this 'mournin' sickens' is not fun." He takes a few steps towards the door and reaches out to knock but falls against it bodily.

"Hullo there, people-on-the-other-side-of-the-door! Are you okay? No 'pan and suff'rin'? Do you have something for a broken tummy? I'm 'pragnant' and have really bad 'mournin' sickens.'

"Go away, scary space-dogs!" is the only response to come out of the room.

Cha, your senses tell you that there are two small humanoid creatures in the room. I think that is the level of detail that blindsense would provide; if you think it would be more or less, please bring it up in the discussion thread.

"We not spacedogs. We's skitters. Oh! Those things that want you to be mommies are gone...at least until Jaxy gives birth." she calls out. "We're here to help. Please let us in!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23