[SFS] GM Bigrin's Commencement - Table 1 (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

[ooc]targeting leader again[ooc]

Ketch takes another shot at the racer leading the pack.

1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 2 = 9

"SPAM SPAM SPAM, THIS BUTTON IS GREAT!"

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 4 = 16

"...I think our junker is running out of charge." he says as he notices the button is not working as well as it did previously.

Korg tries to relay info to the team about the whereabouts of the other racers

AA piloting: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
AA attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Laboni and Orsis, tied for the lead, were the targets of a barrage of weapons fire, knocking both racers about, and damaging their racers. One of Laboni's engines shut down completely, and Orsis had to slow down to avoid flipping as a section of faring peeled away and wrapped around one wheel. Ratrod was hit by Velocity, slowing the ysoki down once more, but Nyizin and the android, Velocity, kept on at full speed. The android was right behind you and Osris now.

We're not supposed to attack that android, right?

Eralyn fires her energy gun at the lashunta, Orsis!

Energy Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 2 = 22

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 4 = 18

"Are we actually in the lead!? I guess we are doing better than I thought yo!" Gogglez says as he tries to get the junker to dodge some rounds flying at it.

Ketch is surprised they are potentially gonna win this thing. He takes aim at Nyizin as they have gotten closer.

energy vs Nyizin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Boz comes over the comms once more. "We're in the home stretch, keep 'er pinned straight to the finish line!"[/b]

Aid Another, Piloting: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Aid Another, Attacking: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Laboni's racer scraped the walls as she was hit by no fewer than three energy blasts. Gogglez managed to hold the racer on the track, though, and progress was made. He did better than Orsis, for sure. The lshunta was actually knocked from his racer by the trio of blasts that hit him, and though he got back on board quickly enough, he lost his place int he race. Velocity zoomed ahead, passing everyone and taking a small lead. The gnome Lemgem blew past Orsis as well, coming into third place. Ratrod was struggling with his front armor dragging the ground, made even worse by Talc's shot. He was making forward motion, but not very quickly. It looked as if this race was almost over!

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 4 = 23

"Come on, come on, we can do this! Everyone aim for that lead car and I'll drive us to the finish line!" Gogglez says excitedly as his tail flicks around in the air.

dint forget Velocity agreed to take 2nd place :)

Ahh, but now that the finish line is in sight, do you think he'll stick to the deal? decisions, decisions. Mwahahahahahah, hack, hack cough cough

Eralyn takes aim and fires at Lemgem.

Energy Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 2 = 11

Korg chimes in over the comm "Look out, it looks like some one is coming up your 6"

piloting to see if Velocity is showing any signs of slowing down: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

AA piloting: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
AA gunning: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Ketch snarls as Velocity zooms past. He wonders if the android is renigging on their deal, and takes careful aim at the racer’s rig.

Velocity, you have three seconds to stop

If he doesn’t stop, Ketch views it as a breach of agreement and takes a shot at him.

Velocity if he renigs: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Everyone but Ratrod seemed to think Velocity was the obvious target, and the track around the android's racer buckled and shook with both energy and kinetic blasts, but the android hung on. He slowed marginally, letting Laboni overtake him, then throttled up. Laboni cruised across the finish line with Velocity right behind. Lemgem and Orsis were next, followed by Nyizin and finally by Ratrod. The ysoki's curses could be heard over the dwindling roars of the racers' engines.

Laboni leaped from her vehicle and threw a fist into the air in a rite of victory. Velocity nodded towards the pits where you all stood crowded around the controllers, then raised his own hand as well. Ratrod didn't take his loss very well, slamming his helmet to the track and heading for his own pits, glaring at you. He knows it wasn't Laboni that beat him out there, not that are any rules againt driving from the pits. After all, your junkracer is only as good as your crew.

Then, Laboni ran after him, calling his name. You couldn't make out what was said, but the human looked a little abashed as she spoke. Finally, she held out her hand. Ratrod looked at it for a long time, then shook it, nodding his head. The ysoki said something, and Laboni's eyes went wide. She squealed and hugged the ysoki, something that seemed to terrify the ratman, then she came running over to you.

"I apologized to Ratrod and we made up, then he invited me to be one of his regulars! I'm going to be a syndicated racer! Thank you so much for your help! You wouldn't want to be my regular crew, would you? I mean, you've obviously got the skills...but no I suppose you are wanting to be real Starfinders and goon missions as stuff, won't you? Well, never mind, I am sure I can find a crew. After today, there'll be plenty of offers. Thank you again! I'd never have even made it halfway around the track on my own. I can't believe the firepower they brought to this race."

Laboni went off in this vein for a while, before an official came and handed her the prize package. "Wow! You guys deserve this stuff more than me. I mean, I'll need some of the credits to hire my new crew, and this racing jacket is cool, but the rest is yours."

She handed Gogglez a box containing a set of graphite carbon skin armor and four credsticks containing 100 credits each. Then waved and ran off to the victory celebration.

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Radaszam seemed happy with your success. Apparently he got a com from the Salvage Union, Ratrod's crew, expressing satisfaction with the outcome overall, and he was able to develop a rapport with them.
He still seemed exasperated by the whole thing, but your efforts went a long way towards calming the situation, improving the status of the Starfinders on Absalom Station, and gaining valuable contacts in the underworld. Not a bad afternoon's work!

So, Exoguardians or Wayfinders next?

Boz considers the options, then throws out a shrug to the rest of the crew. "I've got no preference, one way or t'udder."

Gogglez pass the crate of goods on to another Starfinder agent and then tries to catch Laboni before she runs off. "Actually, being one of your dedicated member of your crew sounds like a blast, especially if it means working with you and my old mentor Ratrod. So, what do you say? Toss me your contact info and I'll call you to join up after I finish my Starfinder mission today?"

Gogglez would like to finish out the Commencement scenario with the Starfinders, then "retire" to join the junk racers as one of Laboni's crew for a while before playing more SFS scenarios.

Walking up to where teh others are gathered. "Well that was some fun. Congrats all on the great work. You guys did great.

To the offer to join the crew "I dont think this is in my blood honestly. But count me as one of your fans for future races for sure."

Coolio, Gogglez. Enjoy your racing career.

"You know, you did pretty good there after you got the hang of the controls. I'd be happy to have you on my crew, full-time"

"Oh, no thank you, dearie. I've work to do. Be good."

Turning to her fellow Starfinders Eralyn says, "Come along, then. Let's pay my dear friend Zigvigix a visit. He's a sweetheart."

Exo-Guardians.

"Aye," says Boz. "Good luck with the racing an' all, but we've got work to tend to."

With that, the dwarf follows behind Eralyn.

Giving those staying at the track a friendly nod, Korg follows the others. "Which group is Zigvigix with?

Upon finding out he is with Exo-Guardians

"Great. Ive been looking forward to this one." There is a slight hint of excitement in his voice that betrays the tough guy tone he is trying to display.

It didn't take long to find Zigvigix, though the shirren leader of the Eo-Guardinas wasn't in a lofty tower spire, or fine set of offices. Instead, you found the shirren sitting on a park bench in the Downlow, a poor, but trendy area near the spire. Garbage littered the area, and Zigvigix seemed to be staring at an undulating metal sculpture covered in graffiti. Zigvigix was heavily augmented, and was forking a snack of some kind of grub from a paper packet into its mandibles. At the tremor of your footsteps, it looked up and a squeaky voice spoke in each of your minds, "Hello new Starfinders, and Congratulations! My speech name is Zigvigix, but you can call me Ziggy if that would be easier for you. Care for some candied ricegrubs to celebrate your graduation?" He held the paper bag out for anyone who feels up to the challenge.

"When you are ready, I have two assignments for you. The first is to help me secure a new headquarters here on Absalom Station. I've been in talks with our station protectors, and the Stewards were kind enough to give us ownership of a building whose former occupants left station suddenly due to the presence of an alien entity that took over the building and kills anyone that steps inside. The Stewards say that if we want to deal with the alien presence and clear out the warehouse, then we can have it. Once the alien is gone, I have agreed to return the cargo housed there to the former owners, less a small salvage charge, and we can renovate it to our needs. So, go in there and dispose of the creature so we can get started!"

He stood, and it was clear from posture and the scarring on his chitin that the shirren had been grievously inijured at some point in the recent past. "My second request is a bit mundane, but I would like for you to buy two..." It looked down at a credit stick in its hand and seemed to be thinking for a moment, then continued, "no, just one copy of the brand-new Strawberry Machine Cake album, Star Sugar Heartlove!! which is out today, and give it to Historia-7 when you see her.m She is the head of the Dataphiles, so you should meet her today, if you haven't already. I wish I could do this thing myself, but I...I have trouble standing for long periods of time these days. Thank you very much!"

Any questions before you go?

Standing a bit straighter to try and give a good impression. "Thank you.. umm... Ziggy, sir."

Reaching in he takes a candied grub and tries it. There is a bit of a crunch and a bit of the innards squirted out in a jelly mess. All in all it was not to bad.

"What information do we have if any on what we are expecting in there?"

Korg starts to check his equipment, trying to look as professional and he can.

Eralyn frowns at the news.

"Those poor people. What do we know about the alien?"

"There was a few frames of the warehouse's surveillance video that caught sight of the creature. I believe it to be a feather stalker, a predator far more unpleasant than its name implies."

Boz bristles as the mention of the Stewards, and can't help but think fondly of the case worker assigned to his rehabilitation period. A decade or two as part of a rock-hopper crew didn't do well for his social skills, and when the Stewards came to liberate him and his compatriots, it was a new beginning for the dwarf. One that he was eternally grateful for.

Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Feather stalker, eh?
Boz can't recall ever coming across anything called that during his travels. "A sneaky chicken doesn't exactly shake my knees..." he says to no one in particular.

Talc claps his hands loudly at the first assignment, rubbing his hands together quickly several times afterwards as a wry grin begins to slowly form on his face. "Now, that's what I'm talking about. We'll take care of whatever this creature is. No problem."

The grin fades quickly though when the second task is revealed. He leans over and down to Boz to whisper, "Did we just get asked to buy tickets to Strawberry something or another? Is he serious? Is that truly the best use of our time?

Moving thoughts back to the creature, Talc chuckles loudly at Boz's comment. "I agree! FEATHER stalker? Feather? Seriously, who named this thing? It can't be that bad if its name involves feathers. I mean, it's not like it's needle stalker or razor stalker or anything."

Talc salutes Zigvigix and spins to leave, [b]"We're on it, don't you worry.

Life Sciences: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"Let's not make light of something that's killed innocent citizens." Eralyn gently scolds Talc and Boz. "It's disrespectful, dearie. And you really shouldn't let your guard down."

Yup, ready to get cracking.

Ziggy's directions led you through the Downlow to a dark warehouse. All in all, it wasn't a place place for the Exo-Guardians HQ. Around the warehouse is a holographic tape line, warning passers by that the building is under xenoquarantine. Station Security had four people on duty, and the lieutenant asked for your purpose before allowing you in.

"As soon as the Wardens told us that the Starfinders were going to handle this, we sent most of the crew home. We're mostly here to see that that creature doesn't push its way out. Be careful in there. It's dark, and there are lots of merchandise crates. Try not to blow them all up, eh? They'll be sold to pay off the former owners' debts to the Station."

When you were ready, the lieutenant let you through the force perimeter, then sealed it once more. The doors to the warehouse had been forced open, and so it was easy enough to enter. True to the lieutenant's words, you found the interior to be completely dark, which was a detriment to some of you, but not for others.

Okay, I have placed you on the map. Feel free to explore, but do not move more than half your movement (difficult terrain). Don't forget to shine a light if you need one.

Gogglez readies up the weapon on Hole Puncher, "There's not a creature out there that Hole Puncher can't rip to shreds with his cannon, we got this covered!"

Korg places the butt of his rifle to his shoulder and starts to scan the rooms as they pass. "Remember Gogglez, you cant blow up everything with Punchers guns. "
Korg pulls out his flashlight incase his eyes can not get enough light to function. He has LLV
perception as we passed through the room: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
life sciance: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

Is the map on roll20? I dont seem to be able to pull it up

I just realized that a character's background might actually come into play for once; would the Xenoseeker background affect the check for the feather stalker? Is it a "rare" creature?

Before heading inside Eralyn pulls out her azimuth laser rifle, checks its loaded, and holds it ready. There's a strange sigil on the side that thrums with magical energy -- a rune of the eldritch knight. (Makes my rifle magical for the purposes of bypassing DR and striking incorporeal creatures, FYI). As they head inside, Eralyn sticks close to Korg, intending to use his flashlight to see by. She steps lightly, a looks around...

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Map is just black for me.

map is fine for me. We are to the far right of the screen

Ketch, walks as slow as he can. He tries to move beyond the safety of his hardier companions, and takes a turn around the corner. He keeps an eye out for any dangers that may lie in wait for them.

stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Gogglez stays back from the front line, but has Hole Puncher keep up with the lead of the group.

Map is black because you have no light sources out. I did mention it was pitch black in there, didn't I?

@Boz - absolutely. So DC9 for you. Nice!

While some of you are blind in the darkness of the warehouse, others can see quite clearly. Hole Puncher advances, with Ketch close behind. The ysoki sees that among the detritus scattered on the floor is a smashed crate, about 10 feet to a side. From where he crouches, he can see a single black and white feather, about 2 feet long, laying on the wreckage of the crate.

Korg has a flashlight out and lit that I'm using to see by. Can I please get some light on my map.

Done. I missed korg's flashlight

YEah! We demand light! His light should be visible to all of us, right GM? Note to self: Buy a flashlight.

Using light from the vesk's flashlight, Talc pulls out his tactical pistol and advances cautiously, preparing to attack the darkness (or whatever is hiding in it). He whispers, "Call out if you see something, folks."

As per the CRB, a comms unit includes a flashlight, which will increase the light level one step in a 15-foot cone [pg. 218]. Plus, personal comms units come integrated into all armor of 1st level or higher [pg. 430]. Better to see 15' of dim light than nothing at all. :)

Boz gets a look at the black and white feather, then a small chill stirs his spine. "Ah! It's a fjær snøaktig!" he says, much to the confused faces of the rest of the crew. "Sorry, that's 'feather stalker' in dwarven, I didn't catch the common meaning before with Ziggy. The common name doesn't do this thing justice! It's a large aberration, barely something you'd even call a bird!"

Boz sees Ketch examine the feather, and holds out his hand in a halting motion. "Careful there; the quill is razor sharp - the things fire those feathers like mining pitons or harpoons, then they move in to finish you off with it's claws. Nasty buggers, they are. We always had a sweeper crew go in with some powered armour before us miners, they'd check the boreholes for the blasted things before we'd head in and start our diggin'."

The dwarf undoes a heavy miner's pick from his pack, and hefts it in his hands. "Be on yer toes. If anyone needs light, I can... borrow some from the nearby outlets."

Boz will draw his doshko and has offered up a use of dancing lights if anyone wishes him to do so. Otherwise, he's got darkvision and can scout ahead, but he doesn't have Stealth trained. That's probably best left to Ketch.

Gogglez looks at the dwarf, "So uhh, Hole Puncher's cannon will work on this feathered thing then right?" he says as he stays behind the main line of the group and sends hole puncher forwards.

"Hope so, lad. Normally, I'd be intrigued by such an beast... but I've seen what they do to an unlucky dwarf. Cornered predator like that? Best we try an' put it down with that cannon of Hole Puncher's first and leave any examination post-mortem."

Good call on the flash light... thanks for the advice GM

Korg slowly moves up to help covers the others as they advance. "If we know what it is, then we can take it down, right? Do they have a weakness to anything, or is a hammer a better tool to use then a gun?"

Boz shrugs his shoulders. "That, I don't know. I just know my scattergun ain't going to do much at range, so I'll pepper it with some energy rays or magic missiles at range, then if'n it's harried by all the gunfire, I'll give it a whack with this rocksplitter if need be."

(All the info I got from the successful Life Science check was as such: "A feather stalker is a large aberration that fires its feathers like harpoons at range, then moves in to finish off its prey with raking claw strikes.")

No one really wanted to advance into the cavern of stacked crated and spilled detritus. However, your lights must have set the creature off because you heard a loud squawk, and then a crash as the creature moved in the darkness. Those with the ability to see in the dark saw a large quadripedal creature, covered in log black and white feathers, leap from one of the catwalks in the back of the warehouse onto the hood of an aircar. The enormous creature crushed the aircar, and waved is beak about, as if slashing at the light.

"Don't like the light, do ye?" Boz takes his free hand and points towards the nearest deactivated light fixture, then clasps his fist. A spark erupts from the inert panel, and brilliant streaks of light begin to escape through Boz's clenched fingers as if he was holding a lightbulb in the palm of his hand. He tosses his hand towards the winged beast as if casually throwing a ball, and four motes of light spiral towards the feather stalker in a helical motion, harmlessly surrounding it.

"Okay, I've lit it up, so now you do the same with your guns!" Boz shouts to the rest of the group while taking cover behind some storage containers with the big vesk Korg.

Standard: cast dancing lights
Move: 20' to the SW

Light added to map

With the creature lit up from Boz's magic, Eralyn can see the beast! She takes aim with her magically enhanced laser rifle and fires at the feather stalker!

Ranged Attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20 Critical Hit!
Fire Damage (Critical Hit): 2d8 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6 Her rifle also has the critical ability: Burn 1d6. He catches on fire and takes 1d6 fire damage per turn until he puts it out!

Ranged Attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 4 = 13
Fire Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8