[SFS] Fugitive on the R.ed Planet - GM Ewok (Inactive)

Game Master EwokBanshee

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Drift, combat tracking on the vesk closest to us.

Walking in the doctor notices the barrier and the gathering on the other side. He leaves it for later and speaks to the bartender.

"I appreciate the offer. Most people keep their good fortunes out of reach of others. Is that the VIP on the other side of the barrier?" he asks rather bluntly.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 5

The bartender nods her head at Flex. "One strong one, coming right up. That'll be one cred." Before Flex can reach for his stick, a grizzled miner slaps the bar. "My treat! Well, Talbot's treat more like!" He raises his glass high. "TO TALBOT! SAVIOR OF TASCH!" The entire bar erupts with glasses raising.

"TO TALBOT!"

The bartender winks at Flex and nods. "Something like that. Gentleman came in not to long ago, with some crazed Golarian artifact." She is interrupted by a woman who just approached the bar. "The thing can turn thasteron into drift fuel! Can you believe it?" She grabs another round, leaving a hefty tip. The bartender continues. "He already sold the rights to our first haul! The whole town's got jobs now, mining thasteron. That was our business, you see, before the whole drift thing came around."

She moves down to Drift. "Hey there sweetie, what drink can I get'cha? My name's Podswald, if you need to holler at me." Hearing his question, she laughs and shrugs. "Well, my buddy from the town over owns a bar. He gave me a right good tip. Brawls involving fists, they're not that bad. But brawls using lasers, they break bottles. So, we each bought a laser fence for the bar. Blocks bullets, and keeps the fights a little more contained. Less damage that way."

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Jan takes in the whole bar with a smile hidden behind his visor. "my kind of place!" he booms as he swaggers in, eying the out of place VIP and bodyguards in the corner. Reaching the bar he pops his lid and slams the helmet on the bar. "Bourbon! Neat." he rumbles with a smile.

Listening to the towns tale of good fortune he laughs with them, echos their toast and generally engraciates himself with the crowd with good natured bawdyness (Yeah, I made that up. Maybe bawditry?).

"Talbot eh? What a stroke of good fortune!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

Sefel sits down at the bar next to drift.

I'm a bit of a lightweight. Just a basic ale or other brew will do.

He takes his first sip and winces. Ug, I never like any of this stuff. How do people drink so much of this?!?

He sets it aside and looks over to get the bartender's attention again.

So... where is the man of the hour? Over in the VIP area over there? We might like to meet the subject of all these lovely toasts!.

Jan fits in well with the locals, drinking and having a good time. The bartender has no trouble making his drink, though it is obvious she doesn't have any of the premium liquors of Absalom Station.

The barkeep gets Sefel his beer with a smile. The drink is so hoppy, it might as well just be wheat. As Sefel chokes down the brew, the bartender laughs. "Talbot? No! That shirren is just some businessman from out of town. Normally that would be a big deal, but Talbot has really rocked our little world." The ysoki smiles for a moment, dreaming of her full cash register.

Snapping out of her reverie, she continues. "Talbots a 'umie, not a shirren. If you want to talk to Talbot, he's at the old thasteron mine just outside of town. He’s a busy worker, spending most his time there!" She shrugs, ”I don’t leave the bar much. One of the miners outside should be able to point you there easy enough.”

As you turn away from the barkeep, the group is approached by a vesk who was sitting beside the shirren on the other side of the laser curtain. He flashes a badge with the symbol of Abadar embroidered with gold thread. "Please come join my employer, Mr. Philt, at the corner table. He has something important to discuss with you." He stands there, hands across his chest, not smiling. It does not appear like he meant the “please” portion of that request.

Sefel frowns at the presumptive insistence of his "request" and then looks around at his teammates.

What do you folks think? Do we have time to hear his business before we head to the mines?

"They have my attention. Abadar means business and I am willing to bet it involves Talbot." Drift says quietly to the others motioning he thinks they should hear the shirren out. Plus he has had an encounter with him before although I believe that it happens after this as far as the timeline goes. Lol.

Since we keep losing time to blackouts, I'll move us forward.

The group agrees with Drift. The vesk silently leads you over to the corner table where Philt waits. The shirren’s voice gently enters your mind. "I am here representing AbadarCorp. My agents and I overheard you discussing Talbot. AbadarCorp respectfully requests to know your interest in this man."

Saddened somewhat to have to leave the drinking and rabblerousing to actually do work, Jan follows the group to meet this Abadarcorp rep.

Knowing he would likely cause issues in a negotiation with corporate muckeymucks, Jan keeps his mouth shut for now.

"He is a former associate that stole an item while departing our organization. We merely want to retrieve said item. We respectfully request the same information from you? To avoid any conflicts and to learn of ways we can cooperate." Drift says taking on his professional tone.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 15

The shirren nods to Drift, smiling. "Ah. Perhaps we can help one another, then. This Talbot sold us a new kind of drift fuel. It worked, but only for a short time, and then changed to almost useless old thasteron. Unfortunately, we gave him a hefty deposit towards future shipments. He needs to be punished for swindling us. AbadarCorp does not tolerate outright fraud. It’s bad for business." He looks at each of you curiously. "You just want the item? What were you going to do with the thief? Perhaps we can help each other." The vesk beside him relax as their boss does.

Alright, I know y’all aren’t that good at Diplomacy. But, someone needs to roll a diplomacy check to work out a deal with him. If you aren't good at Diplomacy and want to participate, please roll an aid another for Diplomacy.

Sefel, nervous that they're even drawn into this discussion, waits to see what some of the rest of his team says to the shirren. Is it okay to refuse in such a situation? The Society would not be okay with us forfeiting his life, would they?

Tog tromped over and joined the others, preferring to stand instead of sit with the Abadarcorp rep.

"Seems like maybe our interests are aligned. What are you planning to do with the man?"

DIplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Jan grunts at the question.

"I believe we are cleared to use whatever means we feel are necessary in regards to the thief. There certainly is room for us to help each other."

Aid Dip: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8

Philt looks to Tog with a smile. "I believe they are aligned. We only wish that the man is punished, publicly. The Pact Worlds sentence for fraud of this magnitude is two decades in prison. The Akiton sentence is death." He shrugs. "If you can help us condemn him to one of these just punishments, we will let you take care of this on your own. No interference from us."

aid diplo: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
"No skin of my elegantly polished and plasticized nose. Though i do think the big wigs at HQ would prefer the imprisonment for him, oh and keep his organizational ties out of it. His theft went along with his resignation."

"I think we can see to something like that, assuming that our superiors don't overrule us, that is. They may have a deep, dark hole they want to drop him into."

Philt responds with a smile. "I am fine with this arrangement, if you bring Talbot back to our custody or your own. I would prefer him alive, to avoid bad publicity, but it is not necessary."

Suddenly, a deep booming female voice echoes from outside the front of the bar. “Intruders! We know you’ve come to Tasch in search of our savior. I give you this one chance. Lay down your weapons and leave our town. You will not disrupt the salvation of Akiton, not when Reynald Talbot has come so close to saving our world! You have one minute to decide.”

The miners all start moving out of the way, some darting out the front door quickly... no one wants to be involved with this!

"The laser barrier is starting to make sense. Philt, can your boys help us deal with this as a measure of the arrangement?" Drift asks pulling out his rifle in case it gets violent.

Drift, stop tracking his men. We have new targets. Rude, yelling targets.

"Fat chance of that!" Jan barks as he claps his helmet on his head and checks the load on his rifle.

"This is turning out to be a great day!" he growls as he edges towards the front door, hoping to get a glimpse of the enemy conveniently bunched up for a grenade or something similarly hilarious.

Awe man, I was just startin' to like this place. Shoulda known better booze and optimism were bound to blow up in my face. *BLETCH*"

Felx0 palms his pistol.

The crowd starts moving outside, the AbadarCorp bodyguards push their way through with their boss who turns and gives a final remark. He looks at Drift and smiles. "You haven't dealt with Abadarcorp before. We fulfill our contracts. Nothing more, nothing less." His many eyes sweep across the rest of you. "Remember our deal, we will talk soon." and they too exit.

The group stands in the nearly empty bar for a moment, as people rush past. In far less time than a minute, a rather large shobad crashes through the doorway! In two hands she holds a hunting rifle, in the other two a brutal looking warstaff. A small Ysoki darts past her, waving a semi-automatic pistol with malicious intent. The barkeep takes a long look at the two parties then runs off, scurrying out the back door.

Flexnaught and Sefel get the jump on the two intruders, but not by much!

Those in bold may act. Those who do not post within 24 hours will be botted or delayed.

Flexnaught
Sefel

Foes

Tog
Drix
Jan

Flex0 Tries to keep his pistol out of sight as he moves up and shoots at the ysoki.
trick attack slight of hand: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
and fails to trick anyone...
semi-auto pistol shot: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
crit damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Sefel watches a clearly threatening Ysoki glide into the bar and instinctively reaches for his laser pistol.

Draw laser pistol, move action
Azimuth Laser Pistol attack vs. ysoki: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

I should really slow down and aim my shots...

"Ahh, excellent. Come to surrender in person, have you? I of course accept. It is well known that Dwarves are the most non-violent of all the species."

Flexnaught’s shot hits the ysoki in the temple, scarring it permanently. He curses and looks towards the table in the corner of the room! The ysoki runs behind the table, rests his elbow on the surface and takes a shot at Flexnaught as Sefel’s shot flies past. The ysoki has better aim, even around the laser barrier!

Laser @ Flexnaught: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Damage, EAC: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The shobhad stares at Jan, growling. Her eyes almost glow with magical power. Suddenly, a searing pain crushes your mind!

Mind Thrust @ : 2d10 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 DC 14 Will Save for half.

Then, a second ysoki appears from the back room! He laughs at your surprise and shoots at Sefel!

Laser @ Sefel: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Damage, EAC: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

His shot blows through the scholar's armor!

Those in bold may act. Those who do not post within 24 hours will be botted or delayed.

Flexnaught 2/6 SP
Sefel 0/5 SP
Tog
Drix
Jan 9/9 SP 3 or 6 dmg. Will Save.

Orange Ysoki- 4 dmg
Shobhad - 0 dmg

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Jan grunts as the big one pummels his mind with magic, but his strong will nearly instantly shakes off the worst of it.

Snapping his rifle to his shoulder, he unloads on the offending shobhad.

Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 2
Crit Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 2
Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 4 = 18
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 10

Flex0 juggles his pistol a few times and snaps of a shot
trick attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
but it isnt very impressive.
pistol shot: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
KAC damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Jan shoots the shobhad in the gut,right through a weak point in her armor. She's bleeding all over the floor, but manages to stay standing.

Flexnaught hits the ysoki with a great shot, despite the intervening table, splattering more blood on the wall behind her. The ysoki looks like she's second guessing whether Talbot is really worth the fight.

Those in bold may act. Those who do not post within 24 hours will be botted or delayed.

Flexnaught 2/6 SP
Sefel 0/5 SP
Tog
Drix
Jan 6/9 SP

Orange Ysoki- 10 dmg
Shobhad - 14 dmg
Ysoki- 0 dmg

Move Action to Begin Combat Tracking on the Shohbad. Standard Action to attack.

Drift, track the big one. Begin combat routines.

"Let's make this quick before the bar gets damaged."

A. Laser Rifle: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 10
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Aaaarg. That hurt!

Sefel starts to lose his cool and shoots back at the new ysoki.

Azimuth Laser Pistol attack vs. new ysoki: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Azimuth Laser Pistol F damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"Guess it'll be your post consciousness surrender then." said Tog as he stalked towards the Shobad. Looks like a double move from the bar for me.

The first ysoki looks at her injuries and shakes her head. "This ain't worth it, boss! " She skitters out the back door, quick as she can. The shobhad growls, but can't do anything about it. Raising her large rifle and pointing it at Jan, she laughs. "Talbot will remember me. "

Rifle @ Jan: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage, KAC: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Thankfully, her aim is quite poor! The ysoki in the back takes Sefel’s shot with a grunt, then fires his own in return! His shot bounces off the technomancer's armor.

Laser Pistol @ Sefel: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Damage, EAC: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Those in bold may act. Those who do not post within 24 hours will be botted or delayed.

Flexnaught 2/6 SP
Sefel 0/5 SP 6/9 hp
Tog
Drix
Jan 6/9 SP

Orange Ysoki- 10 dmg Fleeing.
Shobhad - 14 dmg
Yellow Ysoki- 3 dmg

Hunching at the gunfire whizzing past his head Jan continues his fusilade ar the big thing in the doorway.

Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 4 = 18
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 4
Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 4 = 13
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 1

"You know what they say third times..."
trick attack on the Yellow Ysoki: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
trick up to a CR 4.
"when you get shot in the face."
pistol vs flat footed KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
trick damage: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (4) = 10
crit: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"Third time? Does that mean I am going to miss again?" Drix asks out loud while firing at the Shohbad once again.

We aren't going to miss. Overclock routines, NOW!

Overcharge Weapon.
A. Laser Rifle: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (4) = 7

Charge Tally: 4

Sefel takes another shot and ducks behind the bar (partial cover?)

Azimuth Laser Pistol attack vs. remaining ysoki: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Azimuth Laser Pistol F damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Jan sinks two shots into the shobhad’s chest! The large woman drops to the ground, dying. Flexnaught reaches around the laser wall, placing a bullet between the second ysoki’s eyes. He falls to the ground, dead.

Drift and Sefel, keep your charges.

COMBAT OVER

After a few seconds, the shobhad comes too, barely alive. She spits out some words, along with some blood. "You will never be as good as Talbot."

Status

Flexnaught 2/6 SP
Sefel 0/5 SP 6/9 HP
Tog
Drix
Jan 6/9 SP

Orange Ysoki- 10 dmg Fleeing.
Shobhad - 0 HP
Yellow Ysoki- 18 dmg Dead

Jan keeps his rifle on the shobad and eyes scanning for new threats as he glides forward and kicks her rifle and melee weapon away before asking, "We have a medic here? She might have more information."

Keeping the dying thing covered he takes a peek out the door to see if there is an angry mob out there or something.

Sefel mutters telepathically to his teammates.

Sure, I could use a medic too.

He holsters his laser pistol and lifts up his second-skin suit to check on is burns.

"I tend to improve healthy patients instead of saving dying ones but I can try." the doctor says pulling out his medical supplies from one of the cargo pockets.

First Aid DC15: Take 10 for 17. Stabalized.

Treating Deadly Wounds DC is far away from me being able to heal more than 1 till I get more ranks and an Advanced Medkit, sadly.

Drift manages to stabilize the shobhad, allowing her to speak. ”Talbot told us that there might be offworlders who arrive to take his secret of transmuting thasteron. YOU WON’T STEAL OUR SAVIOR’S SECRET!” She grabs at her side, wincing in pain.

Searching the ysoki’s body, you find a second skin set of armor, an azimuth laser pistol with 1 battery (18 charges), and a club. The shobhad has a second skin, battle staff, hunting rifle with 5 rounds, a mk 1 mindlink circlet, spell gem of remove condition, and some assorted shobhad bangles and charms. Additionally, you find a map to an abandoned mine a few miles out of town!

Jan doesn't see an angry mob, just some drunks irritated that the bar is closed.

"Stupid girl. Your savoir stole powerful magic. We're just here to reclaim what he took. Now hold still."

Calling upon the power of the stars, Tog channels starlight into her wounds, which close.

Casting Mystic Cure on her.

1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Ugh Tog it's swell of you to heal the people who tried to jump us, but you might want to keep an gumbles about Talbot quiet before the natives get even more restless."
Well you folks have been great! Congrat's on your good fortune, but I'm supposed to get a tour of Akitons biggest crater before taking a stop to look at Akitons biggest ball of dust!"

The shobhad nods her head in thanks to Tog. "He told us you were coming. Told us you were here to stop him. " She shakes her head in defiance. "Stolen or no, his powers have saved this town. You have the map, go to your deaths. What do I care." She lies down, knowing better than to try and fight you again.

Alright, are we ready to head to the mine? Anything else to do here?

Jan grunts ar the womans words as he reloads his rifle, "To our deaths? He got an army up there? Or more talentless nobodies like you?"

Finishing loading his weapon, he grunts again. "Suppose I could use some more target practice. Better remember to add ammo expenditures to my expense list"

Looking towards the group he shrugs and asks, "On to the mines? Seems our guy is there and ready for us, might as well not keep him waiting. Sooner we get paid, the better."

These people think a lot of Talbot. We may get some resistance on the way back out... Yes, ready to head to the mines.

"Yeah, let's not add another group of angry patrons for holding up the service here any longer." Drix says while picking up what he can and making sure there will be no further deaths.

On the way out the door Jan rushes over to his miraculously unspilled bourbon and downs it in a gulp.

"Cant let good booze go to waste over a silly thing like a gunfight."

"Yes, let's head out. Sooner this is resolved the better."

It wasn't that Tog did not feel any empathy for the people of Akiton; As he was a member of a race of miners, he knew what it meant for a small town to have it's mine dry up, and how desperate it made people.

Tog instead chose to focus on the true villain in this situation: Talbot, the man who had sold them false hope.