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

Game Master bigrin42

Alright fine And Bodo will stand in line to buy one for himself as well as offer to help pay for the one we are buying for him.

Who all is standing in line to buy a copy of the album? And are you buying one for yourself?

Zigvigix explains that they believe the creature is a feather stalker, a predator far more unpleasant than its name implies. As far as the Stewards have been able to piece together, a two-bit crime lord illegally imported the creature, and the beast promptly ate him. Zigvigix can provide holorecordings of the incident taken off the station’s security cameras. They show a large quadruped creature covered with large feathers. the details are fussy as the creature bounded across the warehouse and savaged a lashunta security officer. Then, the video goes black as whoever was holding the recording device dropped it.

"Nasty looking bugger. We should take care of that before hoping in line."

I'd like to clear the warehouse and then get the album. DJ does want to get a copy.

"I agree. Let us deal with the creature before anything else. I have little interest in the musical purchase; we can easily do that on our way back."

Deciding to go after the warehouse first, and then deal with the dangers of a synth-pop release line later, you follow the instructions from the crippled shirren. 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.

Map is up. It is pitch dark, so you'll need lights of some kind if you don't have darkvision.

DJ casts dancing lights and will send them into the warehouse in front of the team. "Anyone see anything?"

DJ has low-light vision

DJ's lights dimly illuminate a small area of the warehouse immediately in front of you. Boxes and barrels of equipment are stacked about, with a computer station off to your left. The warehouse extends far beyond where the light can reach, but what you see looks like a dense array of junk to wade through.

the 4 balls on the map are DJ's dancing lights

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17
"You guys see that? Nasty looking."

Do I recognize it?
Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

perception: 2 + 1d20 ⇒ 2 + (8) = 10 See what? oh, gotcha, now that you point it out.

The lights help but I also have blindsense 30'

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"That's an interesting feather." Xerric takes to looking skyward while seeing if anything else is outside visual range.

"Definitely a feathered stalker, like Ziggy said. Watch out - they can throw those feathers like daggers."

He scans the room some more before adding, "In this darkness, they are going to be able to see us before we (or at least I) see them. Anyone have a way of lighting this place up?"

REMO shakes his head. "I usually have no need. I can see in the dark."

REMO has low-light vision and darkvision 60ft.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

He nods at the feather. "I take that to mean whatever it belonged to is quite large. Be cautious." He begins moving forward slowly, watching the dark corners for movement as he goes.

Bodo takes a few step forward and turns on his flashlight perception: 2 + 1d20 ⇒ 2 + (6) = 8

Looking all about, none of you spot anything of danger. There appears to be some computer equipment to the south that might still be operational, but not much else of interest in the entry area to the warehouse. If the creature is still here, then it is further into the building.

"Let's check out that computer. Maybe we can get some lights on." DJ heads towards the computer equipment, keeping his dancing lights ahead of him.

REMO points in the direction of the shattered crate. "There. I think that was the container holding our feathered quarry. It appears to have been broken from the inside. The creature may be close. Keep your guard up."

With my flashlight on, the light range should be extended out from me in a 20 foot cone, I'm pointing the flashlight west.

REMO moves into the room, keeping close to Bodo.

Moved on the map.

@Bodo - Flashlight is a 15-foot cone, but I'm giving you a 15' radius. Aren't I nice?

DJ finds that the computer equipment has power and is functional. It shouldn't be too hard to use it to turn on some lights. (Computers check)

Bodo and REMO moved up, carefully navigating the floor and keeping an eye open for signs of danger.

Xerric hung back, watching the door in case you needed to make a fast exit.

"Watch your eyes folks, I'm going try to light this place up."

Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

DJ finds the warehouse security and lighting app and hit the button to bring the house light up to full. A screech rings out through the warehouse and from behind a damaged aircar, a large creature looking like a feathered bear leaped out. It's plumage is the same black and white pattern that you saw on the feather you found.

A low, faint hum emits from REMO as movement can be seen beneath the lines of his circuitry. They do not glow as other androids' do, but the movement gives off the illusion of light emanating beneath his skin and he erupts into action. The tactical pistol snaps out of his leg and into his hand, lightning-fast, and he darts forward, eyes gauging the creature and looking for weak spots based on its height, weight, movement, and visible physiology.

Swift action to draw the pistol, full-round action to use Trick Attack (moving 30 feet).

Trick Attack (Sense Motive): 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 4 = 12
Tac Pistol vs. KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Boo! No trick attack this round. But at least I hit! I hope. I mean if that thing has a 23 KAC we are in deep doo-doo.

Bodo moves up to his ally to ready an attack with his baton hit: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (9) = 12 vs KAC dmg: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Bodo moves up to support his android comrade just as REMO fired his pistol, the bullet carving a shallow wound into the feather stalker. The creature screeches in pain, then bounds towards you. After a few enourmous bounds, it slammed to a halt, its tail whipping around and launching a pair of barbed feathers. One slammed into REMO, while the other pierced Bodo.

I think you've got me damaged instead of REMO

DJ lets loose a string of force missiles.

Magic Missile (full): 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) + 3 = 11

I don't know what you're talking about. You've taken no damage and REMO's SP are down. Clearly. Not edited at all. <whistling innocently>

Alright punk, this is war He swings his baton hit: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (11) = 15 Yeah, My to hit with Baton is 4, not 3, though I'm pretty sure 13 is also a miss, which is what I would have rolled last round.
dmg: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

@Bodo - are you moving up to attack? Or throwing your baton?

Fixed my position and moved 15 feet. Forgot he used ranged and assumed he had to engage in melee.

I haven't been able to log in for a few days. Sorry about that

Bodo moved in under the hail of magic missiles from both DJ and Xerric, and smacked the creature in its beak. The feather stalker gave a shriek and lashed out with its claws, catching Bodo on the shoulder and tearing a deep gash there.

Bodo swings again hit: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (13) = 17 vs KAC with Baton
dmg: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

DJ advances closer to the beast, so that he has a clear shot with his pistol.

Semi-auto pistol: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Damage (P): 1d6 ⇒ 1

@xerric @REMO - you guys still in?

I am. I was waiting for Xerric to go, since they haven't gotten to act for last round yet, but it seems like they may be absent for the moment so I'll just go ahead and take my turn.

REMO frowns, clearly disappointed with himself over something. He takes aim over the halfling's head and fires again, trying for another weak spot on its face.

Full round action to perform a trick attack. Not going to move this time.

Trick Attack (Sense Motive): 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 4 = 29

Tac Pistol vs KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Trick Attack Dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Ugh, ain't that the way of it.

Going to keep blotting Xerric until he comes back.

Bodo smashed the creature across the face with his baton once more, cringing at the thought of another of those beak slashes. DJ and REMO both fired at the feather stalker, but they missed, trying desperately not to hit the badly injured halfling. It was Xerric who finished off the creature with another round of magical missiles. The blue-white missiles slammed into the feather stalker, killing it. The warehouse went quiet as the creature stopped twitching.

A few moments later, you heard a noise at the door. One of the StatSec guys peered in, flashlight shining. He stopped when he saw the lights on and the feathered body on the floor.

"You did it! You guys managed to kill it. Great job! I mean, we would have been able to handle it, of course, but our captain said to let you Starfinder guys do the bleeding. I don't think he really expected you to take care of it. Well done! I'll let the cargo haulers know they can come in and start getting this crap out of here. Tell your Ziggy friend that he'll have his warehouse ready for cleanup and move in tonight."

Congratulations on clearing the warehouse of a dangerous monster. Now for your next dangerous task, standing in line for music!

REMO looks at the others. "Do any of you have healing of any sort? Bodo is badly injured."

REMO tends to his wounds and helps the halfling tend to his any way he can, though he's not much help.

We should take 10 minutes and spend the RP to get our Stamina back, at least. Then we can head to the music store.

DJ approaches the halfling, and hands Bodo a Mk1 healing serum. "Here, looks like you could use this. Nice work."

"After we catch our breath, we'll head to the music store, right?", DJ asks. "I wonder if they have equipment as well - I'm on the look out for a new mixer."

RP spent for Stamina.

REMO shrugs. "Perhaps. We will see what there is to see." After the rest, he gathers his things and follows the group to the record store.

Bodo will definitely rest here and search any boxes that haven't been searched yet. perception: 2 + 1d20 ⇒ 2 + (7) = 9

REMO frowns at Bodo. "We were not given a right of finding on these objects. I believe the venture-captain said it is being returned to its rightful owners."

He doesn't stop Bodo from his search, but also does not participate.

Bodo - I figure you can roll for the healing serum if you accept it.

Bodo will gladly accept the healing serum Thanks
healing: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Bodo tried to be circumspect about searching the crates and boxes, but he didn't want to attract too much attention, so he didn't look very thoroughly.

You find nothing of value

Having found nothing in the warehouse worth taking with you, you depart for the Reasonably Warm reasons for Discourse, a shirren-run eclectics store in the Downlow that is the closest kiosk selling the collectible Star Sugar Heartlove!!! music release. Your time spent in the warehouse has caught up to you here, as the line to get Ziggy's music stretches around the block.

The shirren's inability to stand for long periods of time would definitely have left him at a disadvantage here, as the line is a pulsating mass of bodies, each in their own little bubble of obliviousness, boredom, or ecstatic energy. There is, as is always the case in these lines, one guy a little ahead of you who is gushing on and on about SMC trivia and statistics, generally making an ass of himself, but not quite to the point of getting punched in the teeth.

Finally, after about 6 hours of boredom, a harried employee comes out of the kiosk and announces that the music has finally arrived. There is a big cheer from the crowd and everyone presses forward. Several sustain minor injuries in the press of the crowd, including one halfing that was knocked over and stepped on by a shobad with SMC logos shaved into his fur.

Anyone standing in line for the album must make a DC12 Fort save to avoid becoming fatigued, followed by a DC11 Reflex save to avoid 1d4 ⇒ 4 damage from the press of the near-riot. Ziggy gave you enough money to buy 1 copy of music for historia-7. You may each buy a copy for yourselves as well, if you like. If you don't have the cash, you can always take it out of your mission earnings. In either case, once you have your music, you can give it to Historia-7 and report back to Ziggy.

Oh boy, my favorite saves
Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Fatigued
Reflex: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20 but uninjured

DJ will purchase a copy for himself. He tells the others, "I'm going to get a copy for Ziggy as well. It seemed odd that as big a fan as he is he didn't ask for one."

Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Ref Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Weird that androids don't get a +2 against fatigue among their other stuff, considering they're constructs. Oh well. That roll would not have passed regardless lol.

REMO rubs his eyes, absently dodging another shoulder jostling his way. Once everyone has their copies and they are away from the store, he grumbles, "Let's get that to Historia-7 and be done with this foolish errand. We have one more task ahead of us; hopefully it is less ignoble."

Bodo will definitely buy a copy fort: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (4) = 8 and he gets bored and tired.reflex: 4 + 1d20 ⇒ 4 + (12) = 16

@REMO - did you buy a copy for yourself?

Historia-7 gave you a long, unreadable stare as you presented her with the music album on behalf of Zigvigix. She turned it over in her hands a few times, no expression on her face, before saying "Thank you for bringing this to me. I shall enter it into the archives."

Taking your leave, you find Ziggy overseeing the moving operations back at the new headquarters for the Exo-Guardians. They are delighted that you have done so well in securing the building for him. They are even more delighted when DJ presents them with their own copy of the album. Ziggy does a little dance move, awkward due to his injuries, and hums a few bars of the S-pop song that you heard blaring over the speakers at the kiosk.

"You will go far in the Society, I just know it. And I will be there to say 'I knew them where'. That is the expression, isn't it? I knew them where? Seems odd. Sometimes common seems like a language created specifically to cause confusion rather than ease it. At any rate, I have a gift for you in return. We found this crate when moving out some of the old stuff, and the Station Security people said we could have it. It is yours. Use it well, but be careful with the grenades. I'd hate to see you get blown up - I like you!"

Inside the crate was a charge cloak, a set of iridishell armor, and a pair of grenades. There was also a credstick.

Your final task was with the Wayfinders, who operate out of the Master of Stars, an enormous warship that is part of the Armada orbiting Absalom Station. Looking through your shuttle's observation screen, the Master of Stars immediately stands out from the rest, as layers and layers of scaffolding obscure its hull. Tiny lights flicker among the metal beams as distant figures weld plates and heat shields to the ship’s exterior. The shuttle smoothly glides closer until it reaches the starship’s docking bay, slipping through the magic field that keeps the hold pressurized with breathable atmosphere. As the shuttle doors open, a small drone flies in and pops up a holoscreen, displaying a harried-looking ratfolk.

"Finally, fresh meat!" the ysoki exclaims over the screen, sounding pleased. "Name’s Fitch—pleasantries over, time to get to work. I had some trouble earlier with the lights flickering on the ship, and now both the lights and computers have suddenly gone out on E-Deck. No idea what’s causing it, but you work this job long enough and—" Fitch’s attention flicks to something offscreen, and she shouts "Kirkath! The welding torch is not a toy! You wanna go in the toddler’s pen with the other kids?" She snorts dismissively before continuing, "Sorry, some of these little ones would cut off their own heads if I let them. Anyway, it could be some lunkhead screwed up the wiring, but that’s a pretty big system failure for a simple electrical short. I’d prefer to send in some people with combat training to scout it out, just in case someone or something is sabotaging the ship. If it’s nothing, great, get the power back on if you can. If there’s something suspicious, use your comm units to report in to me. I’ll give you the access codes, so— Selicha! If you touch that panel I will staple you to the hull!"

The screen on the drone cuts out, then flashes to display the ship’s schematics and the passwords for the computers on E-Deck.

DJ smiles wide at Ziggy's enjoyment, and thanks him for the supplies.

Nothing in the supplies that I need right now

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The Fitch vanishes from the screen just as DJ tries to ask a question. "...Well I guess we have our orders." He studies the schematics, copying them and the passcodes to his datapad. "Ready when you are."