[SFS] GM Bigrin's Table 1 - The Commencement #3 (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

I was hoping to use the boost to finish the race last round, since it would've carried us over the finish?

[ooc] Go to discussion tab, game is paused for a few days. [/ooc[

Hoping to sail across the finish line, Pangea is upset Nyizin hit us, so she fires back at him, but her anger does not help her aim.
Bang!: 1d20 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 3 = 11

There is still time to use it, so even at half speed you can finish the race!

Aid Pangea: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

I'm back, let's finish this!

Soryn's eyes narrow and his whistling reaches a crescendo as the junk racers speed to the finish line. At a peak in the tune, he deftly hits the boost, "Hope the that beautiful heap holds together..."

Activating speed doubler... Let's see what happens...
Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 4 = 25

...and welcome back Bigrin.

Crossing his antennae, Soryn hit the big red button that activated the speed doubler and Laboni was nearly thrown from the junkracer as Soryn weaved her through the final piles of junk and weathered the blasts from her opponents. She crossed the line well ahead of Ratrod, with Velocity taking third - his personal best in a long, long time - followed by Orsis and Nyizin.

The crowd went wild at Laboni's victory, as the announcer shouted in disbelief. As Laboni wheeled the junkracer back to her pit area, she had a wild grin on her face. "We did it! well, you did most of the work, but that was amazing!" She looked over to see Ratrod fuming on his junkracer, staring hard at you. "I'll be right back."

Laboni went over to the ysoki and said something, sticking out her hand. Ratrod stared at it for a moment, then slapped it with his paw, saying something back and nodding towards Soryn. The two were deep in conversation for a moment, then Laboni came trotting back over.

"I apologized for being a smartass, and told Ratrod I wanted to quit the Starfinders and do this full-time. He agreed to have me on the circuit, in mostly remote driving races. There's even a spot for my driver. What d'you say Soryn? Want to take up junkrace piloting full time for a while? Just until I build up my own skills, right? I mean, the rest of you are welcome too. You were amazing. We're a matched set. Please?

In a short time later, after you had helped Laboni stow her control rig and push the junkracer onto its transport, a race official wearing the uniform of one of Ratrod's Salvage Union mercs wheeled over a bin. "The boss sent over some extra gear for you, as a concession. He didn't think you'd mind payment in gear as well as credits." on top of the box were several credit sticks, and inside was a set of graphite carbon skin armor, a racing helmet, and some control couplings that looked to be state of the art. Laboni grabbed the helmet and couplings, and then snatched half the credsticks, shoving them into a pocket.

"The rest is yours. Thanks for helping me out back there. You not only saved my rep, but got me the job of my dreams. Thanks a lot!"

"Victory! We did it, team!"

Kadef turns down Laboni's offer. "I am glad you've found your calling, Laboni, but it is not one that I share. I long to visit the stars. I wish you luck and I will visit the races from time to time."

"Victory! We did it, team!"

"Indeed. Fine shooting all, and my warmest congratulations to Soryn. You got us through that maze with barely a scrape or scratch."

Nice roll to finish the race!

Nice to have you back, Bigrin.

Soryn takes a long moment to consider Laboni's offer. "Nah, that was a nice bit of excitement but there's more out there that needs seen and done first." He gives Laboni a pat on the back, "This is your time, your place. Enjoy it. We'll be back to see you soon."

Soryn gives Ratrod a friendly smile and wave as the group leaves. "So whose next on our list?"

Is it just one suit of armor? Soryn would like it, but is willing to pass if someone needs it.

Exoguardians and dataphiles are left. Despite Kadef's post below, I've no preference. 7 of 11 had expressed a preference for Dataphiles earlier.

"I believe we were leaving the dataphiles for last because they are likely to have the more pleasant task. That would mean the Exoguardians."

"I'm good with whichever path we choose," Soyrn says as he gives a final wistful look at that junkracers.

I'm good with either too.

"No no NO! I say we do both!... in whatever order, but BOTH!"

Fine with either first

"With our next mission, there now can be a new ring bearer for the one ring."
1=Soryn
2=Pangea
3=Seven of Eleven
4=Sittnym
5=Kadef
6=Nurn (not sure if still with us, so taken out of the roll)
Ring Bearer: 1d5 ⇒ 3

Exoguardians it is

Ha HA!

OK with me if Soryn wants the armor as long as he stands between Kadef and trouble.

"I presume, then that we will visit Zigvigix next."

" Zigvigix it is, let's get another chore off the list," Soryn starts off to meet the next Starfinder leader.

I'll do my best to pull as much fire as I can! ;)

It didn't take long to find Zigvigix, though the shirren leader of the Exo-Guardians 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 injured 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. 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?

"Man, anything would be better than hanging out in a park like a hobo! Darn', you live just like I do."
Pangea has no idea why they have to go buy music... but, well, okay.

"Any information regarding this alien presence?," Soryn tries a grub. Chewy, but not bad... "And should it be taken alive?" Soryn bumps his elbow into Zigvigix side lightly, "A recording... For Historia-7? We could arrange that." He gives Zigvigix a knowing wink.

Wearing the graphite carbon armor.

"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."

Life Science: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Kadef declines the offered grubs with a slight shake of his head. "You are too kind, sir."

So, what are you guys going to do? Ask more questions? Go pick up the music? Head out to deal with this unidentified life form? Inquiring GMs want to know!

At the mention of the album, Kadef's heart sinks although he tries to remain impassive.

Outside he confides in his fellows. "Although the warehouse sounds like an important job, I am a little let down that we've been assigned a personal errand too."

I vote for the warehouse first.

"Let's get you a better place to stay, man. A park bench?! No, that's lame... Warehouse first."

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.

Pangea shuts her armor's environmental protections, and makes sure the seals are up. She turns the flashlight on, and, looking around to her comrades... enters.

Soryn takes another grub, his expression showing he's still undecided if the are food and how they taste... "Useless you have any objection Zigvigix, I agree. Warehouse first, then relaxing in line."

So, there's a little light, but not enough to see much. What do you do?

"Negotiations seem unlikely."

Kadef pulls his sidearm, checks that the safety is still on, then slides it back into its holster, but doesn't attach the safety strap. He leaves a lower hand on the butt of the grip. Another hand draws out a rod that, at the touch of a button, extends to make a baton. A third hand lifts a small cylinder from his belt and holds it firmly. His fourth hand switches on his flashlight.

He follows Pangea through the door, then moves to her left, fanning the light back and forth, then up and down.

Switching on his light, Kadef saw a bank of powered down computers off to his left, a little further into the warehouse.

Soryn draws his pistol, and slowly enters the warehouse. He makes his way to the computers and tries to power up the lights, shifting his focus to the shadows to try and avoid any surprises...

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Sorry not sure what happened, it was showing that there were no new posts. So time to catch up.

When still with Zigvigix:
"Unit Ziggy can you inform us on how the Feather Stalker kills? Is it by breathing fire or some noxious gas, it's claws, or maybe radiation?"

At the warehouse:
Being able to see in the dark Seven of Eleven walks in with Soryn to try and get the lights on.

computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Did anyone else try the life science check in Bigrin's Tuesday's post? I missed by one. Presumably it has information about feather stalkers.

"What do you suppose a feather stalker does? Trap birds then pluck all their feathers out while the poor creature yet lives?"

Kadef keeps his flashlight moving side to side, up and down until Soryn reaches the computer.

"Pangea, keep watch. I'll hold the flashlight for Soryn."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Sorry no ranks can't do it.

Soryn tried to finesse the computers, but couldn't even figure out how to turn them on. Seven of Eleven reached under the counter and flipped a switch, sending power to the bank of terminals. Within moments he was in the Utilities section of the warehouse controls, and the lights came on full force.

From behind a junked-out air car in the back of the warehouse came a loud screech. Something that looked like a cross between a bear and a bird leaped up on the cowling of the aircar. Its black and white plumage looked to be made of two-foot-long feathers, and it had a serrated beak.

Pangea goes into the warehouse, and double moves towards the owl-bear.

Kadef is surprised by the beast's size, and beak. "I think my pulsecaster will be inadequate for this task."

Pangea moved forward, taking up a defensive stance in front of everyone else. As she did, Sittnym used her telekinetic powers to fling a flahlight at the creature. The metal cylinder bounced off the feather stalker's head with a thud, and the enraged creature stomped forward on the aircar. It whipped its tail forward in a flashing arc, and a feather flew from it like a harpoon, embedding itself into Pangea's leg.

"Ouch!", the pain in Pangea's legs, and this boils into a surge of entropy, making her skin thicker.
my lvl x 2 dam' = 1 Entropy Point ; +1 to AC

Round 2
Pangea moves in towards the big critter, lowering her head to avoid being hit as she passes the alien's reach--
--before swinging her shield at it.
Entropic Strike vs. KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Acid and/or Bludgeoning: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

15 EAC - 16 KAC

Soryn dashes into the room, rolling and leaping in order to get the best shot possible. "That is quite possibly the largest whatever that is I have ever seen...," he quips as he fires his Pulsecaster.

Trick Shot/Acrobatics/DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Attack/EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Damage/E/Lethal: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Well, now that was a serious decrease in die rolling... But still a hit is a hit...

Kadef draws a deep breath. When he joined the Starfinders he knew an encounter like this was almost inevitable. He hoped that he did not disgrace his family in his first combat.

As Kadef follows Soryn forward, his pistol clears the holster. He stops and tries to line up a shot when he pulls the trigger.

Pulsecaster Pistol v EAC : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14 ... damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2 E non lethal

Soryn dashes into the room, rolling and leaping in order to get the best shot possible. "That is quite possibly the largest whatever that is I have ever seen...," he quips as he fires his Pulsecaster.

[dice=Trick Shot/Acrobatics/DC 20+CR] d20 + 12
[dice=Attack/EAC] d20 + 4
[dice=Damage/E/Lethal] d6

Well, now that was a serious decrease in die rolling... But still a hit is a hit...

Some confusion here. You said Pulsecaster, which is 1d4 nonlethal, but your roll is 1d6 lethal. plus, I'm not sure you are carrying a pulsecaster. Also, you neglected to include your trick attack damage.

Seven of Eleven makes his way to the stairs. On the way up he fires a shot from his hunting rifle at the oversized chicken.

KAC Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Sorry, distracted by a sick tot last night. Weapon is a Static Arc Pistol (not set to stun currently), not Pulsecaster... Corrected damage below with d4 for Trick + 1 for damage already rolled.

Damage/Trick: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Thanks for the catch Bigrin.

Shots were fired at the creature, and puffs of plumage and blood splattered the floor, but all the large beast did was screech in fury. Pangea rushed forward, dealing a massive backhanded blow to the feather stalker. The bird-bear-thing reared up and slammed Pangea with both of its front legs, driving the vanguard almost to her knees.

Pangea's life-blood stop flowing out in a dying pool...
1 RP to stabilize