[SFS 1-10] GM Cellion's The RєαƖƖу ƑяιєηɗƖу Streets (Inactive)

Game Master Cellion

Seeing the final zombie pop, Jan glides forward past the door and keeps his rifle covering the alleyway the moaning, reloading his rifle and saying. "I'll cover while you guys talk that door open "

Gamuzali nods as Jan covers the southern alleyway. He moves toward the door and carefully checks for traps.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Mustachio approaches the front door and knocks.

"Oy! You in there! We shot down a bunch of zombies but we hear more coming. Quick, let us in before we die!"

diplo: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (15) + 8 + (3) = 26

Steelscales reloads his weapon and moves up by Jan.

"I'll see if I can be that tough," he replies to Mustachio with that pecular flick of his tail.

Gamuzali's inspection of the door doesn't reveal any traps, but he can tell that the door is locked and possibly barricaded from the other side. It seems to be made from fairly study steel. He also notes that the windows along the front side of the house appear to have been barricaded from the other side (with what look to be boxes, crates, and in one case a refrigerator). Since the windows have been barricaded, you can't quite see what might be inside. (I've marked the windows with green boxes)

In response to Mustachio's entreaty, a panicked voice from inside calls out "We're not opening up! If we open for you, one of the patients might get in!" Another voice calls out "We didn't do anything wrong!"

Before you can continue the conversation, another zombie shuffles its way out from between two buildings back the way you came and staggers down the road towards you! (New zombie with blue outline) Unlike the others so far, this one seems to be heading right for you!

|||| Round 1 ||||
Twik
Jaqweh
Halfling Cyberzombie
Gamuzali
Philt
Mustachio
Jan
Sarangari

Right back into combat, Bold are UP

Gamuzali can't help but call out to the trapped "doctors" inside, "If you didn't do anything wrong, why are you barricading yourself in a warehouse against your 'patients'?"

Jaqweh hustles over to stand nearer to the rest of the team and encourages them to kill it.

Get 'em

"Given the way it's acting, I wonder if this one might possibly have a bit more intelligence remaining than the others. If so, I'll try talking it down next."

"But given the way things have gone so far, I doubt it'll work...."

Delaying Twik

The voice inside the house responds to Gamuzali with a panicked "C-Can you blame us! Those things are trying to kill people!"

Jaqweh provides some encouragement as the zombie rushes towards Gamuzali! It raises an arm and sends a blast of electricity towards the solarian. Dealing 7 electricity damage.

|||| Round 1 ||||
Jaqweh
Halfling Cyberzombie
Twik
Gamuzali - 7 damage
Philt
Mustachio
Jan - 4 damage
Sarangari - 3 damage

Bold are UP

"Of course they'd come in behind us." Jan growls as he spins around and sees the zombie.

Moving quickly across the alleyway he manoeuvres into a clear firing position and shoots the zombie.

Attack vs KAC: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 14
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 8

Steelscales turns and fires as well.

Attack vs KAC: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 7

I think Mustachio healed my 3 damage.

Twik moves closer to the rest of team before turning and unleashing at the advancing zombie.

Trick Attack (Bluff) vs 20+CR: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
If the Trick Attack succeeds, the attack roll is vs flatfooted KAC and the bonus damage is applied
Trick Attack - Pistol vs KAC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
TA Damage (Piercing): 1d6 ⇒ 1
TA Bonus Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Gamuzali hisses with pain as the electric blast surges through his body, but he is quick to respond to the creature's attack. He raises his rifle and fires off a shot before creating some distance between himself and the potentially explosive undead.

Fully photon attuned. AC +1 and +1 bonus to damage rolls.

ALR, Get Em: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14 Damage, photon bonus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Attacks from Gamuzali, Twik, Sarangari and Jan impact the zombie one after another, sending its body reeling. It collapses with a shudder and then after a moment of stillness, explodes!

Before the party can rest, another pair of cyberzombies approach from the south with a chorus of groans.

Using the same initiative rolls for the party.

|||| Round 2 ||||
Jaqweh
Cyberzombie (pink)
Cyberzombie (purple)
Twik
Gamuzali - 7 damage
Philt
Mustachio
Jan - 4 damage
Sarangari (thanks for the correction Sarangari. I missed Mustachio's post!)

Bold are up

In interest of not holding things up, I'll delay Jaqweh.

The cyberzombies stagger out of the alleyway. These two look somehow even worse than the others you've come across thus far. The black threads radiate out thickly from augmentations at their throats and their limbs seem bloated and swollen.

One of them (purple) approaches Gamuzali and swings at him with an arm that moves as if its boneless. The arm whips around with surprising speed and strikes the vesk in the chest. Dealing 6 points of damage.

The other zombie almost trips and falls as it exits the alleyway. Its head lolls back, neck not properly holding it up. From the base of its neck, the overgrown augmentation flashes with electricity and sends a blast of lightning at Jaqweh! Dealing 8 points of damage. Ouch, these things are really accurate...

|||| Round 2 ||||
Cyberzombie (pink)
Cyberzombie (purple)
Jaqweh - 8 damage
Twik
Gamuzali - 13 damage
Philt
Mustachio
Jan - 4 damage
Sarangari

Bold are up

"Get that door open moustache!" Jan barks as he maneuvers back to get a shot at the new zombies, annoyed that they moved in too close to his crew for grenades.

hard way it is

He lines his sights up on the rear zombie (pink) and strokes the trigger.

Attack Pink, KAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 4

"If you don't open that door I'm gonna do it! And it won't close back after!" Steelscales shouts as he unloads two rounds into one of the zombies.

Full Attack vs purple KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 5
Full Attack vs purple KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 4

Reeling from the most recent assault, Gamuzali staggers back a step, then raises his weapon and fires once again.

Guarded Step back. Fire 1 shot.
Fully photon attuned. +1 to AC and bonus to damage rolls.

ALR: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Damage (F), bonus: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Urrggh, that hurt. Gentlemen, let's please finish these things off quickly. We've certainly got the firepower to do so."

Get 'Em! vs Pink!!

He then takes a shot at the one that zapped him Pink

Attack, Get Em: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Twik nods at Jaqweh before unleashing at his indicated target (Pink)

Trick Attack (Bluff) vs 20+CR: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
If the Trick Attack succeeds, the attack roll is vs flatfooted KAC and the bonus damage is applied
Trick Attack - Pistol vs KAC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 = 27
TA Damage (Piercing): 1d6 ⇒ 5
TA Bonus Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Twik is suffering with his Trick Attack rolls.... so far this scenario is D20 rolls have been 6, 3, 7, 3, 1 & 3. Yuck!

Botting Mustachio per his instructions.

Attacks from Jan, Gamuzali, Jaqweh and Twik prove accurate, only Sarangari ends up firing past the two zombies and down into the alley. Mustachio supports the party by providing some inspiring (?) recitations of his own past accomplishments. (Gamuzali heals 7 SP)

Philt goes for a quick shot of his own pistol, firing at the zombie further in the back. As the laser bolt impacts the creature in the head, it trips and falls, exploding in a burst of flesh and lightning. The explosion catches the other zombie in the back, though it stays standing!

The remaining zombie (purple) staggers forwards, bringing its bloated fist to bear against Jan. The blow strikes the soldier hard! (8 points of damage)

|||| Round 2 ||||
Cyberzombie (pink)
Cyberzombie (purple) - 10 damage
Jaqweh - 8 damage
Twik
Gamuzali - 7 HP damage, 1 SP damage
Philt
Mustachio
Jan - 12 damage
Sarangari

Bold are up

Man, these zombies are beasts

"That's about enough of that! Get that damned door open now!"

Jan roars as he staggers from the zombie's heavy fist. Holding his rifle in his off hand, Jan lashes out with a front kick and uppercut, knowing if he hit the zombie would likely damage him further.

This will hurt

Attack 1: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 3 - 4 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Attack 2: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 4 = 8
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Knowing the danger the party is in from these zombies, but unable to pass up a tactical opportunity when it arises, Gamuzali steps into a flanking position with Jan. He lowers his rifle and holds it with one hand while freeing up the hand on which he wears his thunder strike gauntlet. As he pulls his hand pack as if to deliver a punch, a whine of energy marks the gauntlet's charging sequence. He aims for the back of the zombie's head and strikes.

Guarded Step to flank then attack with gauntlet
Fully photon attuned: +1 bonus to AC and damage rolls

Thunderstrike pulse gauntlet, flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 2 = 24 Damage (B/So), photon bonus: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6
Crit damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8

If target somehow survives, it is knocked prone due to the gauntlet's Knockdown critical effect.

While both of Jan's attacks narrowly miss the zombie, Gamuzali's pulse gauntlet bursts its skull like a rotten melon. The zombie collapses to the ground and, mercifully, does not explode.

With both of the threats dealt with, the group of you stand in a street littered with the gore of exploded cybernetic zombies. The remaining moans echoing through the air of the district seem far further away. You likely have significantly more time before any more zombies arrive.

The more immediate sound seems to be coming from inside the house, as some kind of heavy objects are being pushed around, probably to reinforce the barricades behind the door and windows.

Combat Over.

Sarangari walks over to the door with a purpose. "This is the last time I'm gonna warn ya. Open this cloac-ing door right now or move the the back of the room!" True to his word he starts rummaging for his detonator.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Shaking off the effects of the combat and reloading his rifle Jan stomps to the door roaring.

"Open this thrice damned door right now or we're gonna open it for you! And if we have to those zombies will be the least of your concerns."

Intimidate Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

lol

Seeing Steelscales digging for his explosives, Jan smiles in his helmet and takes a defensive position I'm case more zombies show up.

Twik walks up to the door and bangs on it..

"I may not be a zombie but if you don't open this door right now, you are going to feel like I might be!

Autosucceed at Intimidate Aid Another

Diplomacy, Expertise: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 10 + (2) = 22

Class Feature of the Steward Archetype: When you attempt a Diplomacy check to change a creature’s attitude but you fail the check, the creature’s attitude worsens only if you fail the check by 10 or more. (Just in case that matters...)

"Besides," Gamuzali calls to the Renew You people, "If you cooperate and let us in we can make sure the authorities go easy on you!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

The party sends a mix of messages through the door, alternately being threatening, cajoling or attempting trickery to get the shirren inside to open up. Ultimately, you all hear the occupants inside turn silent for almost a minute, and then finally respond with "If you just want to talk, or if you want to help us, we can let you in. But it'd be best if you just leave. We can handle the rest of our mistakes on our own. We've already stopped the source, so all we have to do is make sure the last of the patients are dealt with..."

There's a clear undercurrent of hysteria in the voice of the speaking shirren. It seems that between the stress of defending against the zombies, and the intimidation from Twik and Sarangari, these two are near their mental breaking points. Nevertheless, you hear the barricade behind the front door being shifted aside and the door being unlocked from the inside. Once that's done, they don't open the door. Clearly, they're still hoping that you'll turn around and leave.

Jan catches his breath some, wishing he had time to rest in case these fools got uppity but still nods at the two Vesk. "Looks like we're going in."

Looking at the mustachioed actor, "Wanna check for traps this time Mr 'stashe?"

Heedless of any traps, surely all the banging would have set any off, Steelscales bursts into the room looking very, very annoyed.

"No, the best thing would be for you to explain what in Damoritosh's name is goin' on. I haven't decided whether or not to report you for the murder of these halflings yet so make it good."

Jaqweh hustles to follow Steelscales in, his weapon still drawn but pointed toward the ground and his left hand held up in a sign of peace.

"Gentlebeings, thank you for letting us in off the street. My colleagues and I are, I think you'd agree, understandably upset about all of ... this...," he finishes with a wave of his hand toward the street outside.

"What do you mean when you say you've stopped the source? And how many patients were there? We put down four outside, plus Mr. Shenge. And we saved Ms. Maija by removing your augmentations."

Sarangari opens the door and you all see a shirren backing away from the doorway. It shakes its head, one hand up as if to stop you all from entering. As it backs up, it almost trips over one of the stools next to a dining room table.

It seems to be shuddering and shaking, and it hesitantly responds to Sarangari with "N-no. We won't- we can't- go to jail for this! None of it was our fault. All this, it's been punishment enough!"

To Jaqweh's more measured tone, it mutters "W-we imported some tech. An, ooze, that was supposed to take apart and assemble augments. But we didn't know this, any of this, would happen! Dear Hylax! After the ooze ate Kinnakt and started making augments... we had to use them... you don't understand... we had debts and..." It shakes its head, its rant gradually becoming less comprehensible.

"Ok, you can calm down. If this is all an accident we're here to help." Sarangari nods for Jaqweh to continue. He knows the only help he can offer with this sort of thing is letting the doctors know he's not interested in biting their heads off anymore. In either sense.

The shirren continues shuddering, Sarangari's words not doing much to calm its frayed nerves.

Map has been updated to show the interior of the house. I'll hold off on any further responses until folks get a chance to post their next actions.

Gamuzali advances into the building behind his companions. As the shirren blubbers about their self-inflicted state, he moves past them, checking the other doors and windows to see if they are secure.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

He then returns to his companions and addresses the shirren, "You're sure you dealt with the source? Do you mean you destroyed the ooze you were talking about? And how many more patients are there?"

Jaqweh carefully approaches the single Shirren.

"Relax, please. Are you Vrisken or Theskell? How should I address you, as Doctor or something else? My name is Jaqweh Navar," he begins, hoping that mundane and non-threatening introductions will help calm their nerves.

Diplomacy, Exp.: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 10 + (4) = 21

Guys, where did the other one go? We distinctly heard two different voices earlier.

Jan glides in with the rest of the group checking corners and not trusting these cowards any further than he can throw them.

Knowing he lacked the silver tongue of some of his team, he lets them do the talking.

Mustachio, uncharacteristically quiet recently, walks over to Jan and whispers to him. "I think the best course of action is simply to detain these Shirren and call the authorities. But the others seem intent on talking them down, and all this talk of help seems to be too merciful. What do you think? Shall we simply call the Stewards and make sure they land in jail?"

The shirren shies away from Jaqweh as the lashunta approaches, eventually putting the table between them. He manages to say "Vrisken, and Kinnakt was the doctor. We- we did our best but- The business world is cut throat, if you don't have an edge you just... die off." It balls its claws into fists.

Jaqweh also spots the second shirren, using a couch in the living room as a form of cover as it watches the proceedings warily.

At Gamuzali's question, Vrisken responds "The source is... contained. And in any case, we won't be trying to install any new augments, now that we know what they do. Not unless we could fix what's wrong with them..."

"I think it's clear you're out of your depth when it comes to these augments. Where is the ooze?"

Jan scoffs.

"Fix the augments?! You would dare to keep using these things? How many have you killed? A dozen, more?"

Aside to Moustache, "Aye, the authorities, or at least the starfinders need to be notified. Best do it quietly, these shirrin seem jumpy."

The soldier keep an eye on these mad doctors rifle not quite pointing at them, but close to hand.

Twik stalks around the room... not trusting himself to speak just yet.

Mustachio walks out of the room, leaving the Shirrens to his teammates, and puts a call into the Absalom Station's security forces. "We have cornered some murderers; those who implanted degraded cybernetics into several folks here which resulted in their death. We are members of the Starfinder Society who have tracked them to this location." Mustachio leaves his comms on so they are able to track his position.

"Who sold you this ooze?" Steelscales asks then turns to his companions. "We better track down the supplier or else we'll just be doin' the same thing next week. And where is he goin'?" he asks about Mustachio, "He better not be callin' the stewards in before we get to the bottom of this."

Jaqweh looks back at his friends and quirks an eyebrow at their mention of calling for the Stewards.

"Well, technically, the Stewards are already here."

He turns back to Vrisken, but makes it clear that he's also talking to Theskell hiding behind the couch.

"Vrisken, we're here to help. But you need to completely answer our questions. Now. No more excuses. No more stories. My ... colleagues ... are out of patience. You don't want to see them get angry."

He pauses to let that sink in. As Twik enters the room, Jaqweh inclines his head toward the door to draw the Shirren's attention to the very deadly halfling who has every reason to murder them for what they've done to his community.

"First, since we've asked this more than once. How. Many. Patients?"

"Next, where is the ooze, and what did you do that makes you think you've 'dealt with it,' as you say?"

The accusations leave Vrisken stammering, both out loud and in short telepathic pulses, but once Jaqweh announces that the Stewards are already here, a change of demeanor sweeps over the shirren. "Y-you're with the Stewards? Y-you won't take us in! We're getting out of here!!!"

Vrisken unslings a pistol from his belt and points it right at Jaqweh!

Perhaps the party has already been expecting something like this turn of events, as they're ready to act first!

|||| Round 1 ||||
Twik
Jaqweh - 8 damage
Mustachio
Gamuzali - 7 HP damage, 1 SP damage
Jan - 12 damage
Sarangari
Vrisken
Theskell
Philt

Bold are up

Mustachio walks back into the room. (move action)

"Jaqweh, friend! You will be happy to know I have already alerted the authorities and directed them to this location. Hurrah! How about we just knock these guys out so they can spend some time in Absalom jail, eh?"

Inspiring boost for 7 SP for Jaqweh!

Naturally they want to fight Jan grumbles inwardly as he didnt hardly have time to catch his breath after the rough day his body was having yet, ever the soldier, he slides up next to Jaqweh, raising his rifle and sighting on the northern bug. Catching s good sight picture he presses the trigger.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 5

At The Stasherino's comment he growls, "They draw down on us they stop breathing. Jail? Let's save tax payers money."

@Mustachio: Note that inspiring boost can only heal SP on an ally that took damage since your last turn. The damage Jaqweh took was too long ago.

As a standard action, you can signal an ally within 30 feet who has taken damage from any attack made by a significant enemy at any point after your last turn ended.[/spoiler]