[SFS OutPost Style] Starfinder 1-04: Cries from the Drift (Inactive)

Game Master GM Red

The young man seems startled by Ehdd's questions. "Um, sure? It isn't every day that a Shirren walks onto your porch and asks for some tomatoes. Give this one a try. She was planted in the newest technical blend of ground space junk and nanoparticle-infused sand. Quite tasty." The man picks off one of the riper tomatoes and tosses it to Ehdd.

Ehdd gains a confused look "Oh.. I thought this was something you smoked..." He chews on a bit with his mandibles to give it a try though.

"So this your place? Not often you see someone livin' round here in the projects growing vegetables on the porch. You a gardener or somethin?"

"Oh, I live here with my grandma, just riding out her retirement while I tend to her plants. She hardly lets me get away - you know, afraid of drugs and gangs and all that," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "It's a shame to be confined to a cube on this vast station, but what can I do?"

"Sounds like yer Gram Gram is lookin out for you like she should. Its pretty easy to explore the station from a cube, just get a decent computer right, this whole place is wired up, you can look all over the place from bed!" He pretends to start clicking and clacking on a keyboard.

"Oh, while yer there cruisin the interwebs, look me up, I'm Ehdd, the Master of Motion!" He breaks it down low with a sweet 'robot' dance move or two, complete with telepathic beat box. Take 10 on Prof:Dance for an 18

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

Faraeon regards the youth with suspicion at first, but quickly warms to the young man and his care for his elderly relative. "Well, aren't you a dutiful young grandson? I'm glad to see there are some people still on this station that aren't living only for themselves. I'm Faraeon, by the way, you may have heard of me. I'm kind of a big deal in the racing world. Now now...don't get star struck. I'll tell you what, though. We're looking for someone, someone who's really good with computers. You wouldn't happen to know of anyone like that around here would you?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Poppilo let celebrities take the lead. Perhaps their fame would throw off the hacker off. But he should joins in the conversation.

"Yeah, I get you. Family, and clan, can get really stifling. If your granny ever gets her claws off ya, pop by the church of Besmara and look up Poppilo, at your service. We will show you the universe."{/b] Poppilo laughs out loud at this. [b]"But to business for now. Like my bug-head mate said, we need to get some programming work done. Your help is greatly appreciated."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Is this the dance of your people?" The youth watches Ehdd's dance, unsure of whether to be impressed or confused. Faraeon has his complete attention, however. "I totally saw you on last night's Grav-Run Circuit! You took first place! You've gotta give me your autograph!"

When asked about programming and computer help, the youth seems a little more tense, though Poppilo does not sense that he's lying. "Um, sorry, I'm just a gardener. What could I know about computers and programming? I mean, I have no idea what you're talking about. Um, maybe grandma could help?" He calls inside. "Gran, could you come out here?"

A wizened old woman in a blue and white abaya steps out of the house with a cup of tea in her hand. "Oh, do we have visitors, Jubair? And you haven't invited them in! Ridiculous! I ought to toss you into an android recycling vat!"

"Gran, they were asking about computers and programming. Do you know anyone who might help them out?"

The woman scratches her head for a moment. "I don't think I do. I'm not really sure. Hmm. It feels like I do, but then, I don't. Curious. My old age is catching up to me. I'm Ceren, by the way. Why don't you come inside for some tea and we can talk more about this?" Ceren holds the door open to let you in. "Why are you looking for a programmer?"

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abaya - n. - a full-length, sleeveless outer garment
(I had to look it up. Never knew what one of those was called! :P)

I-5 tries to cross-reference the data that she downloaded for any possible errors. "Thank you madam, I won't take tea but perhaps my companions here will"

Ehdd nods his head slowly at the kid "Shirren as far as I know don't have their own dance, I picked these up and made them myself... but I guess less people care about cool dance moves than drivin stuff."

"Tea?" Questions Ehdd to Grandma "Ya sure, extra sugar. Unless you've got a cold beer, I'd rather that. I'm Ehdd, The Master of Motion!" He offers out a high five to the woman.

"We've got some pretty juicy computer work that needs doing but need to find someone worth the creds to do it." Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Sense Motive + Expertise: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (15) + 5 + (5) = 25

Not 100% sure I'll need the bluff as we do sorta have computer work that the society wants done...

Cross-referencing them with the Society database, I-5 is sure Historia-7's information download was right. Ceren pours Ehdd a cup of tea with three cubes of sugar, then serves him. "This juicy computer work, what sort of work is it? When I was younger, I was quite capable with the things! Ah, that takes me back..."

Ehdd does not sense that she's lying.

I'd give you hints, but the conversation will be so much more rewarding when you figure out what's going on here. :)

Bah don't be spoiling it :p

Ratatatat stays out on the porch while the others go in still tinkering with devices. Taking tea was going to take away from his tongue clip detonator he'd working on for the past five months.

"Youallgetinthere...Igotthingstodo...Ineedthisspace." At the end of the sentence you watch him begin to hack up a bunch of items from his mouth to the porch . A small transistor, memory boards, a flashing LED light, small batteries plus some other small nick knacks.

"Did you work with computers when your body was younger?" the android wonders "why did you stop?"

Faraeon smiles warmly and follows the older woman into the house. "Tea sounds lovely, thank you!" As she explains that she used to be good with computers in her own way at one time, his ears perk up slightly. He takes a sip of his tea, which he remarks is quite good, and asks, "Do you ever wish you still worked? I know I'm dreading retirement from the Grav-Run circuit. I've only got a few years left in me before the new generation comes up and makes even me irrelevant. I know, it's a shocking thought, but that's the reality of it. I just feel like I'll miss the thrill of it. The challenge. Do you ever feel that way? Ever get the urge to get out there and flex the old skills again?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Ceren reminisces for a moment. "My mind just won't work like it used to. I've got these augmentations to stop my degenerative brain from ... degenerating any further. Let me think back for a moment. And... Wait, what's that?" She examines her neural implants, and her face goes from welcoming and pleasant to shocked - horrified. She leaps up from her chair. "I've done something terrible. There is something in my implants that does not belong to me. That must be why you've all suddenly come here. Please don't arrest me!"

Jubair is stunned at the revelation. "What are you talking about, gran? What did you take?"

"I have files here. Stolen files from a corporation. But I have no idea how I got them. Are you corporate agents sent here to kill me and take what's yours? Please, not while my grandson watches!" She pleads.

I had let Poppilo keep quiet as I've played this before and didn't want to spoil it. :)

Poppilo squirts out a bit of the tea, thankfully missing everyone. He quickly gulps down his tea, burning his throat a bit but he had to do that, just so that he can burst out laughing. "Granny, you've been naughty, haven't you? Haha!!!" Turning to Jubair, he adds on in glee, "Guess you have found your ticket to freedom, youngling!"

Eventually, he does settle down. After waiting for Ehdd-bug to assure the woman, he adds on, "Have no fear, granny lady. We're not here for your head. Well, perhaps no literally. You must quite a bit of a gift to hack into wherever you got those from. Keen to put your talent to a more profitable use? My bosses would likely pay well!"

diplomacy, aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 Ehdd has higher diplo bonus, so by default, Poppilo will assist him.

could she have hacked them with out memory of it

Ignoring Poppolio completely. Ma'am if you could step over here. 0689 say approaching the female. He pulls a set of binders from a compartment in his armor. We do not wish to harm you, if need be it will, but that is not our goal. If you would please come with us. looking at the child for a moment. If you come willingly, we won't even use binders.

Hearing the commotion inside Ratatatat starts to grab all his toys and put them in his mouth one by one. "Immmmmcommming...donnttstarrttt...shooottinggwithouttmee!" Rushing inside he sees the old lady and her grandson with surprised looks on their face and then the smug look on the Pirate Queen. He opens his mouth and you see a grenade clenched in his teeth. "Whogetsthegrenade?..Theoffspringortheelder?"

"I was a hacker in my earlier years," Ceren explains to Poppilo "One of the best in my field. But this disease is what forced me into retirement. I must have slipped into my younger mindset for a moment, performed the hack, and forgotten about it. I'm more than glad to give you the files, trust me, but since I'm..." she begins to sob. "Guilty of stealing from Bluerise Tower, it's only a matter of time before corporate security hunts me down. There's no way I can run from agents in this state! Wait, you still haven't told me, are you those agents?! I've already said too much..." She doesn't hesitate against 0689's demands, and walks over to him.

.. and falls to her knees, pleading with the android. "There must be another way. Please, help me out. Help me fake my death. It's the only way to stop Bluerise from killing me. Some of you must be good with computers, surely you can manipulate data systems to erase my existence."

Jubair similarly begins to cry. "P..Please don't hurt gran, she never meant any harm!"

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And most of you now have your first ethical dilemma in SFS. ;)

Looking down at the child again, Again, our investor prefeered alive, and will not change course unless all else fails. I have no reason to lie to you.

Looking back at the female, Please stand up. If I go in and erase your existence, will you come with us to meet our employer. She may have use for you. 0689 being an android has no reading on his face and it remains flat.Deal?

Before I start rolling, is it possible for two of us to hack the same system. I am away from my laptop with the rule book on it and do not remember the skill/computers section. If so, I would ask I-5 or anyone else decent with computers to assist.

Seems you have the better modifier Zero-Six-Eight-Nine

"We will erase your records, but like my fellow android here said we would really like you to come with us and meet our people, who won't hurt you"

I-5 casts detect affliction and then opens her dataport to link with Zero-Six-Eight-Nine and assist him with hacking the computer

Computers, aid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Poppilo looks taken aback at the reaction of the old lady. He quickly approaches, and very gently lifts her up to her feet and guides her back to the sofa. He soothes her, "Now, now, hacker-gramma, no one's gonna hurt ya. Let's leave my bot-mates to work their computer magic, shall we? Now, let's have some tea!" He reaches over and serves her a cup, his antennas waving animatedly.

Ehdd watches things unfold quite quickly, obviously too self absorbed in his latest dance moves "Its all good G Ma! We aren't here for anything other than what we've said. A friendly visit and even a job interview! We'll keep you both super safe and well entertained!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

I-5 does not sense any sort of inflicted poison or disease on Ceren, though she does sense that she indeed suffers from a naturally occurring degenerative brain disease, just as she says.

"Yes, absolutely - I will meet with your employer if you help me. I have no reason not to, and it's the least I could do after your help. Jubair, please, pack our most valuable things up. If you all found me this easily, we have no time at all before the Bluerise agents find me."

Jubair finds a suitcase and begins throwing things inside of it, the first being granny's teapot.

"I'm afraid there are two things that need to done here: the first is faking my death, which would probably require both a body and an update of the medical records to match it. You seem to have the latter covered well," she says to 0689 and I-5. "The second is building me a new identity entirely. I'll need a new alias... New contacts and allies... maybe even a job. Whatever makes it seem real." She begins to help Jubair pack things away. "I know I'm asking for a lot, but you won't regret this, and I will follow you to your employer after this. Both of us win in the end." She smiles at Ehdd and Popplio, who seem to be the friendliest of the group so far. "Jubair and I will go into hiding. Meet me at the bridge in Jatembe Park in 6 hours. I hope that's enough time for everything."

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We're basically looking for some skill checks here. To fake her death, you'll need to find a cadaver and alter it with Disguise or Medicine. A shady coroner may be able to help with this. Maybe you could simply identify an unclaimed body as her's? The sky is the limit with creativity here. Computers could then be used to have a medical record match the corpse.
You then also need to create a fake identity. Creating a new identity requires Disguise, Bluff, or Culture. Diplomacy will help you find contacts for the new alias. Profession (any) would help you find a job, and Computers can be used to forge different identification papers.
There are enough sketchy places in Drifter's End that you shouldn't have much trouble finding what you need!

I'm not sure if Computers rolls can be aided, I don't have my CRB PDF with me. Will check it out tomorrow

Dang! If only we were 6th level Ehdd and I would be at the celebrity level and we'd have no trouble finding help from among our fans!

Don't you worry, Ceren, we'll take care of everything. Then we'll meet you at the bridge and you can start your new life with the Starfinder Society!" Faraeon pats the old woman gently on the shoulder, then turns to call the team to work. "Alright then, friends, we've got a life to create! Let's get started."[b] He stops and ponders for a moment, then turns around again with a look of sudden inspiration in his face. [b]"Ah ha! Ceren, do you have any old lady friends that have died recently? Maybe we could use one of them as a body!"

"You know what, if you come with us now, you'll be safer than hangin' out under a bridge for 6 hours.. just sayin... I'm sure I can get you lined up with something sweet... how are you with graphic arts? I always need a good one to really make my moves POP off the screen ya know?"

Ehdd starts brainstorming a new cover career for the woman Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Ceren thinks for a moment, conflicted between saving her own life and using one of her friend's corpses as her own. "Well, I guess you can use old Marie's body. I never did like her much, always cheating in StarGo. I guess she can't miss what she doesn't know she's losing...?"

Faraeon manages to find the funeral home where her body is, and locates the mortician, a vesk wearing black eyeliner and a dark cloak. Give me a social check here depending on what you decide to tell him.

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Ceren seems excited at the idea of graphic arts, and allows Ehdd to go ahead with the career choice. He manages to nab the documents at the local social security offices needed to set her up with a new alias. You passed the Culture check, which gives you one success, but need a Profession check (anything) to get her a job. Wanna choose a new name for her, for fun? ;)

Meanwhile, the androids 0689 and I-5 begin hacking into the identity database. You CAN aid each other on Computers checks.

Ehdd would love to teach her to dance but... I think she's too old for that. BUT if no one else have profession they'd like to use then by all means Ehdd will do his thing! Also depending on what excuse you want to use to nab a body Ehdd can help there.

Ehdd gives G Ma another high five when she digs his career path. "We'll call you... The GRAND MAster! Pretty sweet eh?"

Medicine: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

While she is assisting Zero-Six-Eight-Nine I-5 is connecting to the infosphere and scanning Ceren's face for any telltale signs that she would to make on the body when Faraeon returns.

computer: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

0689 attempts to hack into the computer database, unsure if he actually made any leeway.

"Oh thank the heavens I wasn't too late," Faraeon sobs as he runs into the funeral home. "Oh Aunt Marie, I'm so sorry. Please...miss? My aunt here CANNOT be put to rest like this. She has it in her will and everything. She insisted that we take her remains to Mataras, sorry, I mean to the sun, to have her ceremonially cremated there. Please, let me take her to the rest of my family."

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Ratatatat offers up his support.

"Icanhelpthegrandma...letmegiveyoua...crashcourseon...howtobecomeunretired. ..Wellyouarentlikely...togetmanylooksas...anexplosiveexpert...Ithinkyoucoul d...tieawireeffectively...listenwhileIgive...yousometipsabonafideelectricia n."

Profession(electrician): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Ehdd follows Faraeon inside, coming up behind him and soothingly patting him on the back, while shaking his head in a slow, disappointing manner at the undertaker. Bluff Assist: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

While at the same time trying to get a read on the man to see if he buys the story Sense Motive + Expertise: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 5 + (3) = 15

GMA and Ratatouey

Ehdd pulls off his top hat and tips it towards Ratatat when he suggests an electrician "That's so perfect my man! Always use 'round this place for an electrician! I don't know how many times I've shorted a circuit in my pod from playing my beats on blast!"

Sorry for the late post. Bad day at work today.

Poppilo stands to one side, quietly observing Ratatat's training. "An electrician, eh? I could work with that..."

He starts reaching out via his personal comm devices to members of his congregation who, as active pirates ... I mean privateers, would have use of electricians in their work. He extols the ability of this new talent in the station, and as an added bonus, her nondescriptness as an elderly lady. He does the same as he reaches out to his contacts in the Acquisitives, who in their more mercenary work, would likely need someone of her talents.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 To find contacts for Ceren's new identity.

I love both the RP here and the fact that you guys are killing these checks.

Ratatatat visits Ysoki Power! Co. and finds a suitable career for Ceren. She finds it neither dangerous nor degrading, and although she doubts her abilities in electrical work, she accepts her new role anyway. A granny doing electrical work... Now there's an amusing visual.

The vesk sheds a tear, his black eyeliner running down his scaled cheek, as Faraeon identifies the body as Ceren's. He places his hand on Faraeon's shoulder. "I know how you feel, friend. My grandmother's body was never found, and to this day, I still do not know what happened to her. Please, do as you must." He shuts the casket and allows Faraeon to take it away.

I-5 and 0689 manage to bypass the firewall and proxy servers of the identity database, and modify Ceren's records to match the corpse.

Finally, Poppilo locates four contractors in the Acquisitives who are, at first, a little leery of accepting an eighty year old human as an electrician, but he's sly enough with his words that he convinces them that her old age only provides her with more wisdom. And that her "decades of vocational training" makes her one of the best in the field.

All this combined, Ceren's existence has been effectively erased and she's been successfully setup with a new identity. Six hours have passed, and you realize it's now time to meet Ceren at the bridge in Jatembe Park.
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I'll move us there shortly!

Open to all citizens, Jatembe Park occupies a wide portion of the Eye of Absalom Station. Filled with lush trees and open grass fields, the park offers some natural terrain to the otherwise metalclad station.

As you approach, you find Ceren at the designated meeting point - the bridge in a more forested area of the park. She sees you approach and waves ahead at you.

Behind her, three men, each dressed in a flight suit, slowly move across the bridge with their pistols drawn. "Ma'am, you need to come with us," one calls out ahead. "Let's just make this easy, shall we? We know what you've done, so there's no need to hide."

What will you do?

Slide 1 contains our map

I-5 moves her hand and it seems as if sheet of pure adamantine suddenly shoots out of the ground, between the men and Ceren

Will saves: 3d20 ⇒ (7, 18, 19) = 44 I'm assuming that must be about DC 14 or 15?
One of the guards stops in place as the hologram fades into view, while the other two don't buy it. "Hey, quit that. Do not get involved! That's a warning!" They continue to walk along the bridge and move through the illusory sheet of adamantine.

Ceren cowers behind her arms as the three approach. "How did they find me? After all that..."

Faraeon rushes to Ceren's side and rests a hand on her back. "Hey! What are you brutes trying to pull with my Auntie Agatha?" he demands. "Wait, are you men from the Home? Agatha! Have you been sneaking extra star pudding again?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

just to clarify they are flight suits or heavy armour? the picture looks like they have a power suit on. need to clarify before Ratatatat uses his grenade launcher.

Ratatatat could feel his whiskers twitch madly. That beautiful rush of battle had finally caught up to them. He wondered how the rest would fare. The androids likely had some combat programming. PirateQueen seemed to be all talk although he was a merc - despicable but be would have seen a fight or two likely to have started them - and then the two icons? Not likely. Guess that's why they were lucky to have him here.

Ratatatat grabs his heavy grenade launcher eyeing the guards armour.

Sense Motive: 3d20 ⇒ (10, 18, 9) = 37
Two of the thugs hesitate for a moment. "Auntie Agatha? Sir, do we have the right target?" The third points his pistol at his companion. "You idiots, he's lying!" He turns his pistol down the bridge, towards Faraeon, and shouts with decisiveness: "This is your last warning! Get back, or we'll have no choice but to apprehend you all now for helping this hacker!"

"Slow your roll fellas. This G Ma has riled more than just YOUR employers. She's done some plain up nasty s~~@ all around this station, and we're here first so you best check yo self before you wreck yo self!" He circles his antennae wildly while crossing his arms and lifting the side of his shirt to reveal a pistol tucked in his waistband.

Going to use my Shirren Communalism racial for a double roll, take the higher.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 7 + (3) = 14
Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 7 + (5) = 18

Well those rolls sucked!

Poppilo's antennas wave animatedly as he attempts to stare them down. "She comes under OUR protection! You be best leaving while you are still standing!" he raises his voice and attempts to talk them down, while sending the same message into their minds directly.

intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 Lol! Looks like we used up all our good rolls earlier!

Oh, can I swap frontline with someone else? Poppilo is definitely not built for close combat, especially with a 8 Con. :)

Can I move Faraeon up beside Ceren as I described previously or do we need to start back off of the bridge?
Also, curse that one dude for having half a brain! Haha!

Ratatatat hisses out, "To the Daeg* with you all! Noone touches GRANDMA!" and with that the Ysoki sinks down into a half squatting position while cradling the Neutronic Individual Launcher. Instaneously from the NIL you hear a FWUMPH as a cylinder sails from the barrel heading right for the guards.

"Tell your employers 'BYE!'. Runner grab Grandma now! Yeah Lashunta I'm talking to you! Hurry up!"

NIL Grenade launcher vs AC 5: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Shooting my smoke grenade at the grid point in the middle of the 3 soldiers. Has a 20 ft raidus (denoted by the violet square on map).

I've move Poppilo to the back, and put Faraeon right next to Ceren.

Fort Saves: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 171d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

The thugs watch as the smoke grenade sails through the air and lands on ground right in the center of them with a thud. Thick, black smoke billows out of the smoke grenade, but all three manage to cover their mouths in time to avoid inhalation! "HEY! What do you think you're doing? That's it! You're coming with us!"

Bridgeside Ambush (bold is up): Poppilo, Ratatatat, Ehdd, Green, I-5, Red, Yelllow, 0689, Faraeon

Ehdd waggles his antennae excitedly at Ratatat "Wow that was cool, I wish I thought of that!" He then rushes up next to GMa and helps try to usher her to safety with Faraeon. "Time to go go go!" He tells the group telepathically.

Ratatatat spits on the ground clearly not happy about the guards still being up "Come and get us after you DODGE this!". He only gets more irate as the kickback on the NIL pushes him back causing the grenade sail away from the guards.

Aiming at same spot that I shot the smoke grenade. I'm going with concealment which is >20% to hit. The description of smoke grenade (CRB 184) states: 'Regardless of the armor a character wears, smoke obscures vision, granting concealment to anyone within it' It doesn't say total concealment but you can rule otherwise if you would like. It would >50%
to hit in this case.

NIL Grenade launcher vs AC 5: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Concealment >20 Hits: 1d100 ⇒ 66
If miss: 1d8 ⇒ 2
damage DC 14 for half: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Oof, that natural 1...

Ratatatat feels a nibble on his toe as he's firing his NIL, and looks down to notice a four-eyed cockroach. As he's looking down, he squeezes the trigger, sending the grenade wide and the cockroach scurrying away.

Distance: 1d4 ⇒ 4

The grenade lands in the river and explodes, splashing Ehdd, Granny, and Faraeon.

Bridgeside Ambush (bold is up): Poppilo, Ratatatat, Ehdd, Green, I-5, Red, Yelllow, 0689, Faraeon

Poppilo either fails to hear Ratatat or completely ignores him. Staring intently at the cloud of smoke, Poppilo moves up the bridge, his antenna waving in agitation. Those near him feel a sense of growing dread as psychic energy starts gathering around him, waiting for a trigger for it to burst forth.

ready action to cast Fear on first enemy that he can see and is within range (25ft). Will save DC15 or frightened for 1d4 ⇒ 2 rounds.

Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
The guard decked in the green flight suit continues to cover his mouth from the smoke, and advances, firing a shot at Ehdd.

Pulsecaster Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 161d4 ⇒ 1 E, nonlethal
Concealment <20: 1d100 ⇒ 84

Ehdd takes a gentle energy blast to the antennae!

Bridgeside Ambush (bold is up): Poppilo, Ratatatat, Ehdd (1 NL), Green, I-5, Red, Yelllow, 0689, Faraeon