[SFS PbP] DM Rhino's Scenario #1-01: The Commencement (Inactive)

Game Master RyanH

The warehouse erupts into commotion as everyone moves in to attack

Shamshir moves forward and with blinding motion whirls a throwing star at the beast, it lodges deep into its main meaty-part, the torso holding the quivering feathers.

Zvei's shot seems true, but then it’s clear that the round passed right through the feathery appendages without causing any damage. Blake's laser blast puts a hole in a nearby crate.

Phanton’s shot is high as well.

Can someone give me an action for Twitch

Round 1
Bold is up!
Zvei
Beastie
Blake-03 
Phantom-6 (Sickened 4 rounds) 

Shamshir

twitch

Round2
Zvei (already gone)
Beastie (9)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 3 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

"No no, bad thing bad thing! D3-K0, kill it!" Twitch yelled as the strange feather pierced through his thin armor. With a mechanical rumbling, D3-K0 rushed forward, the small ysoki holding on tightly, with the drone's blade pointed at the feathered beast.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

D3-K0 moves in, it's blade narrowly missing the creature.

The creature strikes at twitch, being right in front of him and all... scoring a solid hit...

Feather appendage vs KAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Damage Bludgeoning: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Bold can go (including Zvei for round 3)

Round 2
Zvei
Beastie (9)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 3 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

Round 3
Zvei
Beastie (9)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 2 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

Shot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Sniping Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Zvei continues to duck around to get shots off but misses.

Ranged attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 2 = 16
1d10 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6

Shamshir throws another shuriken at the beast.

shuriken: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
piercing damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Zvei's shot ricochets off the floor, but Phantom and Shamshir's attempts fly true, both landing solid hits.

Round 2
Zvei
Beastie (9)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 3 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

Round 3
Zvei
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Beastie (21)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 2 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

Blake tries to line up another clever shot.

Trick Attack (Stealth): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24 vs. DC 20+CR
Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Enemy Flat Footed if Trick successful
F: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Trick: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Blake knows he was stealthy enough, the creature was totally unaware, by the laser still missed his target... deep breath, next time.

Twitch withdraws!

The beast shoots a feather harpoon at Shamshir

The feather makes a solid hit...

Vs KAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Damage p: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
DC 11 Fortitude or sickened for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 rounds

Bold is up

Round 3
Zvei
Beastie (21)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 2 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

Round 3
Zvei
Beastie (21)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 1 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

Zvei continues his best tactic

Pew vs EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Fire: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Stealth after Snipe: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Shamshir throws another shuriken at the beast.

shuriken: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
piercing damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Blake frowns in consternation as he tries to line up another shot.

Trick Attack (Stealth): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28 vs. DC 20+CR
Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
F: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Trick: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Six loads another round and keeps up her assault.

Shot: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 2 = 8
Damage: 1d10 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Zvie's laser leaves a nice little burn mark... and the sherikens are doing a number on the beast as another lodges in it's vitals. Blake is well concealed, but misses again! Phantom blows open another crate... some medical supplies fall out the damaged crate.

There's no info about twitch in his profile really and the drone is melees, so I'll keep him out of combat.
Twitch pulls farther back...

The beast rushes Shamshir and takes a feathery swing!
feather appendage KAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage B: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The feathery appendage brushes his face... making him want to sneeze... scrunching his nose he gets over it.

Bold is up!
Round 4
Zvei
Beastie (30)
Blake-03
Phantom-6 (Sickened 1 rounds)
Shamshir
twitch

Round 5
Zvei
Beastie (30)
Blake-03
Phantom-6
Shamshir
twitch

Here's to hoping its not a wash again

Shoost: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Fire: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Snipe Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Zvei curses...

Yuup.

Shamshir draws his arcane sword and wants to see blood although the only thing he strikes is ... air.

longsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
slashing damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
this magic for DR and incorporeal

Trick Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
F: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Trick: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Blake makes another snipe at the feathered alien, this time keeping the beast in his sight at least.

Let's try again: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 2 = 17
Damage?: 1d10 ⇒ 5

out of town till Sunday.... mostly offline

Blake, still stealthy, but this time also hitting the beast!

It staggers, but remains up!

Phantom's round takes the creature down. It slumps to the floor in a feathery pile.

Station security must have been watching as shortly after the Feather Stalker (as you later learn it's called) security moves into the warehouse to start removing cargo and freeing up space for the Exo-Guardians.

"That was a nasty one," Six said, taking a moment to catch her breath. She picks up one of the stalker's feathers to keep as a souvenir before heading to the front of the warehouse. "We should head down to the store before it gets too late. "

”I am relieved that we could battle and survive this beast!! Ha ha ha!! That was great!“ Shamshir shouts.

”Yes, let us go to the music store!“

Zvei hops down from the balcony joining the crew and saying nothing.

The party makes their way to Audio Blaster Emporium, and are dismayed to see a raucous line extending out of the store and around the block! It appears to be moving slowly. There is a large holographic sign proclaiming, "GET THE NEW STRAWBERRY MACHINE CAKE ALBUM HERE... GET YOUR EXCLUSIVE ALBUM NOW! NOT AVAILABLE FOR DOWNLOAD!."

Someone walking out of the store says... "HAIRY BALLS YES! This is worth the six hour wait!!!"

The visible half of Zvei's face looks unimpressed.

Shamshir looks at the queue in disbelief.

"All these people here want the album!?"

Shamshir goes forward and stands in the queue.

"Ugh. I expected this might happen. It can't be helped though, we had to deal with the feather stalker." Six looks around thoughtfully before whispering to Shamshir. "Hold our place in line. I'm gonna check on something."

Moving surreptitiously, Six looks to see if there's any way she can get past the line. Perhaps someone looking the other way so that she can slip in near the front...

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Blake slips into the enormous line. "I see that this is going to be a lesson in patience."

It looks as if the line is well monitored, if not by staff, by those that have been waiting in line already... some apparently camping out, some is Strawberry Machine Cake garb...

... the party stands in line... they're in pretty good spirits, quietly discussing their exciting recent adventures and success, but after the first hour of slow moving, spirts dwindle. And it goes down hill from there... SIX full hours later the group makes it to the check out line, an abundance of albums still available for purchase at 50 credits each..

Everyone...
DC 12 Fort Save or fatigued
(And give me a DC 11 Reflex save)

With the pounding lyrics of Strawberry Machine Cake assaulting the group they approach the check out counter.

"Hey there fellow Cake Head! What will you have?!", And the clerk gestures to the new Strawberry Machine Cake album...

Fort : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Ref : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

”Yes! Yes! I want the album! One for me and one for a friend! You know that the lyrics are quite disturbing... ha ha ha!“ and he starts laughing hysterically again.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

After slogging through the wait, Blake-03 finally makes it to the counter. "One album, please."

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Ref: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Zvei nods and holds a credstick.

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Ref: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

The line was very long... but no-one is fatigued (DC 12)...

Shamshir picks up the album intended as a gift for Historia-7. And then picks up a second album.

Blake, a Zvei also snag a copy of "Star Sugar Heart love!!!" (50 Credits for each purchase after Historia-7's which Zigvigix covered.)

The crowd is very exuberant and eager to see the album in your hands, slapping high fives and low-whatevers...

Everyone sneaks through safely, but Phantom who is jostled around, falls, and takes bludgeoning damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4 from getting stepped on and banged around in the mayhem.

You are now standing free of the crowd, with Historia-7's album in hand, and your primary mission complete.

"Yes!! Great! Let us get back and give them the album!" Shamshir says.

"Indeed," Blake says. "We can deliver Ziggy's gift to Historia and then meet with the Acquisitive faction."

Zvei nods.

When the groups gives the album to Historia-7, she gives them all a long, unreadable stare before calmly stating she will enter it into the archives.

Zigvigix congratulates the group on the successful extermination the "Feather Stalker."

Zigvigix is satisfied... but when they hear of your success giving the music album to Historia-7, the shirren praises the group and commends them for their strong team spirit.

Zigvigix presents the you with a set of basic iridishell armor, a pair of incendiary grenades I, and 400 credits. They apologize for the lack of credits they can offer but excitedly warn the group, “Have fun with the grenades, but don’t blow yourselves up—I like you!”

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The Acquisitives’ leader, Radaszam “The Dealmaker”, manages the deployment of the Acquisitives and his personal mercenary outfit, the Obsidian Spiders. He keeps a public-facing office for this purpose in the Nyori Palisades, a luxurious neighborhood located in Absalom Station’s transparent central dome.

The group heads to the offices.

The plain white doors of the office slide open to reveal a stark, dimly lit room. The chamber is bleak and expressionless in its emptiness—no vanities line its smooth black walls, and no signs of use mar its smooth black furniture. The only occupants of the suite are a bug-eyed tadpole wriggling in a glowing blue aquarium and a reptilian vesk seated behind an onyx desk. The vesk gestures to a number of chairs in front of him, his features sharply illuminated by the light of his desk’s green holoscreen. “The new graduates,” he greets, in a low and pleasant voice. “Good day. I am Radaszam, though since you are here, I should hope you already knew."

“I trust you are aware of our Society’s traditions, so I will cut to the point. I have a minor situation that needs resolution. One of our members, a human named Laboni, had a rather public altercation with a junk scavenger from the Spike. You might be more familiar with the scavenger than I, actually; he is a ysoki who fancifully calls himself Ratrod. I am told he runs a popular racing competition that has, hmm, several hundreds of thousands of viewers on the station’s infosphere. For some reason, Laboni felt the need to tell him that any ‘real’ mechanic could easily beat the garbage that Ratrod and his associates slap together. Now that Ratrod has issued an infosphere-wide demand that she race him and prove it, Laboni doubts she can back that claim up."

“Embarrassing, isn’t it? Not really the sort of troublemaker that suits our Society. Perhaps she would be better suited to the bottom of a trash compactor... Well, we cannot afford to throw her out, not after so many Starfinders were lost in the Scoured Stars. Besides, we can’t let people think we are so weak that we can’t control our own members, or that we cannot stand up to a scrapyard junker. No, I would like you to assist Laboni in winning this race. Show our detractors that even the least of our Society is not someone to be trifled with.”

Radaszam gives the group directions to the race’s location in Botscrap and hands them badges marking the them as Laboni’s official pit crew. He suggests the they do not delay, as they need as much time as they can to help with the race.

"Help Laboni win the junk race," Blake restates simply. "Very well. I will do my best."

"what ... a race!! I do not race! I do not even like to run! The velocity will be killing me! No, no, no! This Laboni should have known what trouble she will cause. We have to treat her like a child so that she sees that actions have consequences!" Shamshir says shaking his head.

The mute halfling gives a militaristic salute.

Ratrod’s racing circuit is a hollowed-out section of a mountain of spare parts in Botscrap, the track specifically sanctioned by the ysoki-dominated Salvage Union that controls most of the yards.

When the you arrive at the competitors’ entrance, a small robot informs you of the basic rules of the race: racers and their pit crews are to build and improve their vehicles from the available scrap around the racetrack. Vehicles built at previous junkraces can return. Racers can fire upon other competitors during the race, but firing into the audience is grounds for immediate disqualification; racer weapons must be nonlethal and may affect only opponents’ vehicles.

Laboni, the female human mechanic, is easy to find in the crowd due to her paisley clothes and bright white lab coat. She is in her late teens and sheepish about the whole debacle—in truth, she was merely aping the opinions of her seniors in the field and got carried away.

Laboni is incredibly grateful to the you for showing up to support her, as she knows she cannot win the race on her own.

She does not want to apologize to Ratrod until she has won and saved face.

You can act/ask questions etc to any part above

"I'm not much of a racer, but it seems like as long as Ratrod loses, everything is alright. Does anyone have a weapon we can use to take out his vehicle?"

”Laboni, I do not want to be rude but why did you act so unbelievably rash!?? I will definitely not sit in this thing. I will use remote control!“ he says

"How can we help you, Laboni?" the android asks.

Zvei's eyes narrow at the female human.