[SFS, Campaign Mode] GM Blake's Against the Aeon Throne

Game Master Blake's Tiger

"Enough! You have fought bravely, but to persist is only foolish!"

Trident: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 18
Magic Piercing: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Trident: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 17
Magic Piercing: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Definitely okay. Thanks for the bot. I could have sworn I posted for that round. My apologies.

"Oh man that HAS to hurt! Lors, keep it up. If we're here too long the whole empire is going to show up eventually!"

Antenor's Get'em quip comes with the hopes of an actual shot: Static: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 = 25 for Double: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Oh no, does that arc to Lors?

"And then, there was one," Rril recites, before firing a shot at the remaining guard.

Trick Attack, Bluff w/Spy Spec v red: 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 4 = 31
Ranged (semi-auto pistol, tactical), Get'Em: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 = 21
Damage (P): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Add Damage if Trick Successful: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Lors must truly be at the edges of her endurance as her rain of blows with the ancient Azlanti trident fail to penetrate the Aeon Guard armor.

Rril makes another concealed shot and strikes the central viewing lens on the armor just like Steve. However, his slug shatters the view port and the guard drops to the floor in a growing pool of blood.

Since Rril goes before Antenor, we'll just ignore that double-edged sword of a critical effect.

Cedona has finished freeing herself from the restraints by the time you finish that fight and return. The ominous, silent blinking red lights along the ceiling punctuate the truth to Antenor's statement.

"You're right. We're going to have to get ourselves out fast," Cedona says. "I reactivated my Steward status when the Azlanti attacked Nakondis. I had sent a message to the Stewards and recommended you to them. I assume they found you?"

She picks up a sonic screwdriver and begins to seal several of her techno-organic plates that had been pried up by the Azlanti inquisitor.

Status

Mothkala
Tseekchik (-9 hp)
Letrimakinetamal (-6 hp)
Haro* (4/24 | HP full)
Lors* (0/36 | 16/34 HP)
Steve* (9/28 | full) (Oonopidae 32/40 hp)
Rril* (23/24 | HP full)
Antenor

*Inspiring Boost used.

"Yeah, we need to get out, but we need to patch ourselves up first. Is there anything here that could help?" Antenor begins searching the room, and the dead, for anything of value. He crosses his fingers for some healing sera.

Lors leans heavily on her polearm. "I certainly could use a moment to catch my breath..."

"But, what about my ship?" Steve frowns. But if anything Steve was an optimistic. Glass half-full kind of guy. "Can we at least blow the ship up?"

"We got what we came for," Haro says. "Let's get out of here, and there will be time to rest soon."

"Was there anything we still needed to do here, or are we good to go?"

You have accumulated four suits of Aeon Guard trooper battle dresses with their associated clear spindle aeon stone, four Aeon Guard assault rifles and sixteen magazines of 100 bullets each, four thunderstrike pulse gauntlets with eight batteries, four incendiary grenades, three frag grenades Mk II, an estex suit Mk II with infrared sensors, a tactical dueling sword, a tactical trilaser with a single battery, and a yellow cabochon aeon stone.

"Haro is right," Cedona says. "We should not tarry too long, but if we need to take a breather, this is as defensible a place as any. Once we're ready, maybe we should look for an airlock."

You figure that you could try to sneak back to your ship across the moon's surface with enough environmental protection for the rescued prisoners. Or you could fight your way back through whatever defenses have been summoned.

"It won't make the vids, but I'm not keen on fighting the world, and would rather we sneak back." Antenor grabs at least one frag grenade, and will grab more if no one objects.

Haro nods. "Especially where all the prisoners are in poor shape," he says. "Fighting would just put them at risk. We should sneak back and divide up this loot," he adds.

"Permission granted." Steve says solemnly as he begins to fall back, putting his pistol away momentarily.

I've updated the minimap on slide #4. Yellow trapezoids are airlocks. Red dots are guards that you know you didn't kill yet.

Make a plan, if you want. Otherwise, I'll assume you take a breather and spend RP and head to the nearest, presumably unguarded airlock.

A breather would likely help.

You take a moment to sort, scavenge, and store what you can of the Azlanti elite guards' equipment. You figure the three freed prisoners can wear the soldier armor as environmental suits, and Steve jury rigs something for Grub (though it's probably best that Grub doesn't spend too long out on the moon's surface).

Cedona looks uneasy and impatient, but she lets you rest while she tries to hack into the Azlanti computer. "Besmara!" she curses and punches her fist into the console. "Nothing here."

When you all turn to stare at her, she explains briefly, "The Azlanti found a technomagical relic they call a runedrive. The Sardat Zolan Ulivestra engineered the attack on Nakondis. My gentle host serves--served the Sardat Ulivestra and kept me here off the books. My guess is that the Sardat doesn't want the other noble houses to know about the runedrive or what he's up to. If the Azlanti figure out how it works and can recreate it, the Azlanti Star Empire will have an incredible tactical advantage over the rest of, well, everyone."

She blinks at you. "What? You don't think I learned how to gain intelligence while being tortured from my time as a Steward? I'll explain more once we're out of here and safe."

Haro (24/24 | HP full)
Lors (36/36 | 16/34 HP)
Steve (28/28 | full) (Oonopidae 32/40 hp)
Rril (24/24 | HP full)
Antenor (24/24 | HP full)
Mothkala
Tseekchik (-9 hp)
Letrimakinetamal (-6 hp)

Steve begins to shove Cedona and the rest out of the room. "Less talk, more walk then." He strips another stretch of ducttape across Grub's suit. "That shouldn't leak, we are ready. Go, go, go!"

"The Azlanti having a technological advantage over everyone sounds like the last thing this galaxy needs," Haro says.

"Let's get back to safety and you can tell us more about it."

"Some special, advanced starship technology that no one else has?" Rril ponders. "We definitely need to get ahold of it and get it to market...er, I mean...out of the hands of these Azlanti."

"I remember when I used to get paid for jobs like this...

"Fine. Stopping Azlanti invasions is worth some pro bono work."

Gathering everything that you can salvage, you head out into the halls. Talmrin's crewmates follow you as swiftly as their tortured bodies can. You can't help but notice that Cedona seems to be in less fit shape than she would like you to believe. The hall is now unguarded; you apparently killed the reinforcements intended to hold this section.

You enter the infirmary across the central station where you know there to be an airlock from Steve's downloading of the blue prints and find an elderly Azlanti not equipped for combat. He turns to you and initially seems welcoming as the disguised humans enter, "You look like whatever tripped that alarm took a bite out of--"

He trails off and his expression turns cold as Lors passes through the door. Dressed in a white lab coat and carrying no weapons, he makes no move of aggression.

There is a medical station in the center of the room. The airlock is to the north, and next to the airlock is a cabinet that appears to be holding several estex suits.

"Alright bub, time to do some doctor stuff. We've got patients!"

The Azlanti clinician crosses his arms and stares daggers at Antenor.

Intimidation is what you're looking for here, if you want the doctor to fix Lors up.

Intimidation: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Steve stares at the doctor and points his laser pistol at the man's head. All of this is done where the doctors obviously can't see the goblin and he isn't very threatening.

"Did I @#%^% stutter?" T10 for 18. If that doesn't do it, he'll try again with a gun.

"Did I @#%^% stutter?"

"No noticeable stutter, but I have noted your diction could use a little work." suggests Rril as he telegraphs going for his pistol.

Intimidation (Aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

intimidation: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Haro steps forward. "You've heard of Deathstroke, the galaxy-famous bounty hunter? That's me. I usually take prisoners for the bounty, but that's only when I work for money. Today I'm working for fun. So either step up and help us, or you're gonna be sorry in a hurty." he says.

The clinician uncrosses his arms, though his expression is not less unfriendly. He taps his fingers on the control screen of the medical station and curtly says, "The patient."

Assuming you trust the Azlanti prison doctor to not secretly poison you or remove your spleen under the pretext of giving in to your threats, Lors can lie down upon the medical table.

The mechanical arms begin to move swiftly with soft humming sounds. Lights flicker along the instrumentation arms as the table does its work with the clinician directing it at the console. Lors' wounds are sterilized and the superficial cuts and burns are sealed with antiseptic wound adhesive. Deeper injuries are picked clean of foreign material and knit together with absorbable nano-fibers.

Once it is all finished, it seems the Azlanti performed excellent work, though he cares none for any gratitude. Lors feels almost as good as new.

Status

Haro (24/24 | HP full)
Lors (36/36 | 27/34 HP)
Steve (28/28 | full) (Oonopidae 32/40 hp)
Rril (24/24 | HP full)
Antenor (24/24 | HP full)
Mothkala
Tseekchik (-9 hp)
Letrimakinetamal (-6 hp)

Antenor doesn't trust him, which is why he stares intently Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 7 + (5) = 23

"Alright, let's go."

Haro helps Lors stand up. "You good? Ready to roll?" he asks.

He gives the doctor a once-over to ensure he's not going to do anything stupid, but prepares to make their way toward the ship again.

You seal your environmental protections and hack through the airlock. On the other side, Antenor spies two cybernetic zombies that were once gosclaw like Talmrin. They are working on gaining access to the power generator between the domes, but they quickly notice Antenor's exit from the airlock.

Encounter! Round 1. Bold may act.

Airlock doors require a move action to open and close immediately after that. So you can open and walk through as 2 move actions or open and shoot, letting the door close, but you can't open a door and leave it open without a standard action Engineering check (DC 20).

Rril (24/24 | HP full)
Antenor (24/24 | HP full)
Lors (36/36 | 27/34 HP)
Blue Zombie
Red Zombie
Steve
Haro

Lors hauls her way through the cramped confines of the malfunctioning door, setting her pike against an inevitable zombie charge!

Antenor saddles up to Lors. "Not sure which one's coming, but let's focus! Get'em!" Get'em on Red.

Rril opens the door, then takes a shot.

Ranged (semi-auto pistol, tactical), Get'Em: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 1 = 20
Damage (P): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"Did I get it?" he asks as the door shuts closed before him.

Rril's firearm makes no noise in the silence of the vacuum, but the spray of cybernetic debris and dead flesh indicates his shot was a hit.

The cybernetic zombies turn their attention toward the most technology-bearing of the two living creatures outside with them and unleash a fusillade of electrical arcs at Antenor (I'm sorry. I rolled incredibly well).

Encounter! Round 1. Bold may act.

Airlock doors require a move action to open and close immediately after that. So you can open and walk through as 2 move actions or open and shoot, letting the door close, but you can't open a door and leave it open without a standard action Engineering check (DC 20).

Blue Zombie
Red Zombie (-4 hp; Get'em)
Steve
Haro
--2--
Rril (24/24 | HP full)
Antenor (2/24 | HP full)
Lors (36/36 | 27/34 HP)

It happens!

What the F!@%! Get'em!" Antenor dives behind Lors while keeping the party focused on Red

Roaring a battle cry, Haro rushes forward, making sure his camera is catching his best angle. He attacks the strange cybernetic creature in front of him.

Pike (tactical, reach, get 'em) (P): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 261d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

As the door opens again, a self-congratulating smile forms of Rril's face.

"Did you see that? I got it! I got it!" he fires again before the door shuts closes before him.

Ranged (semi-auto pistol, tactical), Get'Em v red: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 = 27
Damage (P): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Steve quickly turns Oonopidae upside down as he skitters across the ceiling into the backside of the room to cut around the zombies.

Double Move.

Lors scowls in displeasure as the zombies carefully avoid her mighty trident, and avoid lining up for her rail gun.

Instead she trots into their midst, unslinging her reaction cannon and consoles herself by drilling a shot through closer one while keeping her trident ready for any movement.

Reaction Cannon @ Red: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 1 = 29
Piercing **CRIT**: 2d10 + 8 ⇒ (5, 5) + 8 = 18

Coordinated Assault is up on both, and they'll provoke if they keep shooting or run away too fast

Haro charges forward and rams his pike into the cybernetic zombie next to the generator. Rril fires between the door opening and closing, earning himself another hit. Steve rides out on his spider drone and immediately both of the zombies turn their attention towards him.

One nearly loses his head as Lors stabs it in the back. Despite the damage, the shattered mechanical parts and remnants of flesh manage to keep some semblance of life.

The zombie further away moves towards Steve, and Lors takes the opportunity to strike. However, the pike glances off a metal plate under the fur and is deflected into the rocky ground. The closer zombie steps into the other's line of fire, but despite the cover, they both manage to land electric pulse shots on Oonopidae.

Combat! Round 2/3. Bold may act.

Blue Zombie
Red Zombie (-38 hp; Get'em)
Steve
> Oonopidae (27/40 hp)
Haro
--3--
Rril (24/24 | HP full)
Antenor (2/24 | HP full)
Lors (36/36 | 27/34 HP)

"Hey Lors, you're my cover! Now get that zombie thing!" Move + Get'em on Blue

Haro takes another swipe at the zombie he had previously hurt, has attack once more accruate.

Pike (tactical, reach, get 'em) (P): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 = 191d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"They left me all alone," mutters Rril as he scans the area on his side of the door. With the door opening again, the scoundrel steps out and fires again at his zombie target.

Trick Attack, Bluff w/Spy Spec v red: 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 4 = 36
Ranged (semi-auto pistol, tactical): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage (P): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Add Damage if Trick Successful: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Lors left the mostly dismantled zombie to the others and focused on tearing at the other one til it matched!

@ Blue
Trident: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 8 - 4 = 23
Magic Piercing: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Trident: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 4 = 9
Magic Piercing: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Steve drops down from the ceiling as Oonopidae sprays the pair with a wave of fire.

Hits Red and Blue

Oonopidae Flame Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Fire Damage 20 foot line: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Steve rides forward, and Oonopidae unleashes a wave of fire over the two zombies. The largely dismantled one falls to the ground. Other other one carries on dispite smoking whiskers and flesh burnt away from cybernetic components. Then Haro impales the remaining zombie.

Rril manages to hide his shot until the last moment, taking out a telescopic eye. Lor drives her trident into the zombie, but her grip slips and the second strike goes wide.

The last, dismantled zombie looks around, and then it explodes in a wave of blue electric arcs and shrapnel. Both Lors and Haro manage to duck and avoid the worst of it.

The freed prisoners now make their way out of the airlock and onto the moon's surface. Mothkala stares at the starry space above. "I never thought I'd step outside that prison again," she says.

Cedona emerges last, without the need of environmental protections. "So, which way to the ship?"

If you've got the RP to spare and want to take a breather, let me know.

Steve
> Oonopidae (27/40 hp)
Haro (22/24 | HP full)
Rril (24/24 | HP full)
Antenor (2/24 | HP full)
Lors (34/36 | 27/34 HP)

"That was rough. Remind me to retire when we get home.... Hey you guys mind if I take a breather?" Would love to spend the RP.

"Heh--you do look like you could use a rest," Haro says, filming the surface of the moon with his wrist-cam.

In response to Cedona, he says "Ship's that way."[/b[ He points off in the distance. [b]"Let's hope she's still there."

I forgot to mention this, just in case you wanted to do something:

Talmrin's notes: Shutting down a reactor such as the one you're resting near--Engineering or Mysticism--would keep the facility busy trying to compensate. If you try for a higher DC, you could set a delay.