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Attuning Photon 1/3
Spending 1 SP to heal one HP and get back up, drawing as a swift action
Shooting Blue (Defensive): 1d20 ⇒ 19
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
KAC 19
Groggily behind the creatures Raz managed to pull himself back to his feet. Shaking his head, he leveled his rifle at the most wounded and fired again. At the very least, he could provide a distraction for the others, "Keep retreating! I'll fall back to the cockpit it I can!"

Jaru of Clan Ro |

Jaru retreats after the beast's savage attack and hurls more stellar force at the creatures.
"Watch out Blixa! I'll distract them so you can retreat!"
Shooting Stars: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Only one missile goes to blue since its looking bad, and the other one goes to green.

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Antonius shakes his head, "No such thing as overkill, Jaru!" He then tries to get the ship's computers to do something distracting to blue.
computers to trick: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 4 = 17
shooting ineffectively: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 1d6 ⇒ 2
Proof the RNG hates us

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Blixa hops back, giving herself more room to shoot the sooper soft blue lion.
Guarded step
Attack!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Damage!: 1d6 ⇒ 6

GM Woran |

Maybe its time to sacrifice something small and furry to the diceroller? Also I'm an idiot who can neither count or keep my systems straight.
After Rasalhague and Jaru hitting, luck runs out and Tony and Blixa miss.
Blue tries to advance, but suddenly collapses due to its wounds.
Green moves forward and tries to take a bite out of Blixa.
bite green vs Blixa: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Round 7
Lions 5 damage green
Jaru 10 damage
Antonius 13 damage
Rasalhague 18 damage
Blixa 16 damage
Everyone can act!

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Attuning Photon 2/3
F#*@ it... I want this thing dead
Attack (Full Attack): 1d20 ⇒ 16
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Attack (Full Attack): 1d20 ⇒ 17
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Seeing Blixa take a hefty bite from the thing, Raz defaults to just trying to pump as many rounds into the creature as he can.

Jaru of Clan Ro |

Jaru reaches out with waves of telekinetic force and hurls another spent round from Raz's rifle back at the beast.
TK Projectile: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Bang,Bang!: 1d6 ⇒ 5

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Again, Antonius triggers his routine, trying to distract the remaining critter.
trick attack: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 4 = 21 Hopefully?
pistol: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 bullet: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (3) = 4

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I do! Do I need to spend one or two Resolve Points to get conscious?

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"Yo, you got what you deserved, you nasty space cat!" says Antonius, as he kicks a corpse.
Antonius cannot yet fix people...

Jaru of Clan Ro |

"I am able to help with some of our injuries though it will take all of my mystic skill to manage it."
I can give one person 5hp back over 10 minutes with Healing touch and I can cast Mystic Cure for 1d8+3 hp on someone else.

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I can restore SP to myself and Jaru right now. I can restore 5 SP to Tony and Raz after another 10 minutes.

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"Let's all just sit down and rest up for a bit." says Tony. "Maybe we retreat to the bridge, and close the door.
"So, where did our freaking shuttle go?"
We can all take a 10 minute rest and be at full SP, save the powers for an emergency?

Jaru of Clan Ro |

Jaru nods in agreement. "A rest would certainly be appreciated. As for the shuttle, I must confess I am confused by its departure. How does the ambassador expect us to return his cargo without a shuttle to transport it in?"
I'll hold onto my last spell for an emergency but the healing touch is a once per day ability that takes 10 minutes to use so I might as well use it now.

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Antonius carefully sneaks back to the cockpit, to see if it is clear.
stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
If seems clear, he will make his way in, and then will see if he can get anything up and running.
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

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Blixa spends two resolve points to return to the land of make believe
"Whoa.... what the hell..."

GM Woran |

After Antonius gives the all clear, you rush into the cockpit.
Antonius then starts working on the ship's systems.
Most of the control consoles are powered down or on standby, the commands are pretty standard, and Antonius has them online in no time.
You remotely close (or open) any or all of the doors on the ship, including the airlock hatches, and repressurize the ship (which takes several minutes if you choose to do so). You can also control the ship’s lighting, increasing the light level throughout the ship to normal light if you wish. Or plunging it into total darkness.
Advanced functions and the ship's logs are locked behind a password, and would need to be hacked.

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"Alright, let's post up here for now and tend to our wounds. Tony, is there any kind of security system on board? We could use an infirmary or medical supplies but another skirmish with those things would probably be our end."

Jaru of Clan Ro |

"Those bites look pretty bad Raz. Let me see if I can ease the pain a bit." Jaru closes his eyes and listens for the stellar whispers. A few moments later motes of stellar light begin to coalesce and swirl around him Jaru reaches out to touch Raz's shoulder and the vibrant light of living stars flows down his arm and into Raz's scars.
Mystic Cure: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Opening his eyes, Jaru looks Raz over for a moment before letting a tired sigh. "Yes. That looks better."
A few wisps of the healing light still linger, swirling lazily about Jaru, as he crosses the room to sit next to Antonius as the Ysoki works on the ship's computers. "I have nearly exhausted what meager gifts I possess. It will take longer to gather enough energy this time."
As Antonius works Jaru sits in meditation, focusing the remnants of the stellar power, and directing it to mend Antonius' wounds. Ten minutes later Jaru's eyes blink tiredly open as the last of the light dissipates.
"I'm afraid that's all I can do, for now, Antonius. I hope it helps."
Raz heals 10 from Mystic Cure and Tony gets 5hp from Healing Touch.

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”All good, Raz.” says Antonius as he keeps working on the ships systems. He first checks for any security systems, and for any cameras around the ship.... checking them if he finds any. He also triggers pressurization for the ship, eager to be out of his suit.
If the cameras are behind the passwall, he starts hacking.
Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

GM Woran |

It takes Tony three tries to hack into the secured module. There are no cameras, but there is a data node labeled 'logs' which is also password protected.
Now that the immediate pressure is off, and wounds are healed, the others have time to look around the bridge. Weird crystal-like fragments are scattered throughout the bridge.
These are fragments of noqual. Noqual is a starmetal—one of several precious metals mined from asteroids and scattered worlds throughout the universe. Noqual looks somewhat like a pale green crystal, but can be worked as easily as iron or steel. Noqual’s crystalline structure gives it a strength that belies its surprisingly low weight. More importantly, noqual is strangely resistant to magic.
One bulk of noqual ore is worth 500 credits. You're sure that these fragments here on the bridge are 3 bulk, so worth 1500 credits.

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'I need to get a datajack, like my brother, Lucius, did.' thinks Antonius.
He will then start trying to break into the logs file.
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

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works for this cat

GM Woran |

Altough its only in the afternoon, the wounds systained have taken a toll on everyone.
With atmosphere restored by Tony, you lock the bridge door, and release the enviromental protections seals of your armor.
Not trusting a ship full of weird creatures, you take turns standing guard near the door, in case something happens. Several times during the night, there is a scratching sound. But whatever it is on the other side does not manage to open the door.
How would your character spend the few waking hours of the afternoon evening? And how would your character bed down?

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Raz spends his time sitting in the pilot's seat, staring out into the void of space without so much as blinking. His breathing has slowed to an almost glacial pace, the gaps between each breath lingering long enough to almost cause alarm in the more medically minded of the team.

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Once he has locked himself out, Antonius consoles himself by listing through all of the curse words that he knows, which takes a considerable amount of time. Once he has exhausted this list, he then turns to the computer to see what they have in terms of entertainment software.
He looks to the strange crystals as well. "Anyone know what dese t'ings are? I ain't no rock scientist, so mebby one of youz guyz can check dem out already?"
He also starts looking for the ship's manifests, as long as they are outside of the firewall. "Some decent food would be nice here, ya' know/?"

Jaru of Clan Ro |

Jaru stares blankly at the crystals before extending his hand towards them as if warming his hands at a fire. Casting Detect Magic. "I am afraid Geology is not my specialty either Antonius. Though perhaps they have less mundane properties."
After examining the crystals Jaru finds a space on the floor to sit, closes his eyes and drifts off into a deep meditative state. As he rests Jaru listens to the whispering of the stars with the hope of learning how to better avoid the catastrophe the group just narrowly averted.

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After being healed, Blixa grins before hopping into a chair.
time to commune with the dream prophets
Reaching into a pocket, Blixa brings forth a small paper package, slight grease stains around the creases. Her eyes light up when she unfolds the paper exposing a crumbly looking pastry. The smell of Castrovelain Bloodroot paste permeates the cabin. Wriggling her fingers over the pouch, Blixa breaks off a small chunk. Big eyes and pursed lips as she stares at the morsel.
whatever Raz is looking at must be pretty intense....
Blixa places the small bit of matter in a small bowl shaped receptacle at the end of a narrow tube with very delicate movements. Blixa wraps up the remainder while grasping the tube in her teeth. Activating the tube with a touch of her forefinger, the tube emits a small sizzling sound followed by a faint hiss. Blixa inhales a deep breath and expels a blood red cloud of vapor. The air is heavy with the scent of sweet loam. She holds out the tube.
"Anybody else?"

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Unsurprisingly, the ysoki jumps from his seat, to take a hit from the tube. "Why not?" he says, having nothing better to do until he was fully recovered from the fight.

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"No thank you, I find it gets in the way of my... reach," Raz said from where he relaxed. His eyes were indistinguishable from the void outside the window and his scars were definitely not in the same places they had been when the party set out for this ship. Any smoke that drifted close to him or his mote began to twist in strange patterns.

Jaru of Clan Ro |

Jaru's eyes pop open and dart nervously between Blixa and the pipe. "Umm no. Thank you. Very generous..." Jaru stammers as he unsuccessfully tries to hide the fact that he's slowly scooting away from the red smoke.

GM Woran |

computers Tony: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
computers Tony: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
computers Tony: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
After hanging around for a bit, ejoying Blixa's Bloodroot, Tony tries again to get into the secure files of the Acreon.
But again he has no luck and is locked out of the system for 1d6 ⇒ 2 hours

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"Now dis is downright mean." complains Rat Tony. "Dis here compuder ain't cooperatin' like it should. I outta just pound da livin' crap outta dis thing. I'm locked out again. Ain't dat just a peach."
He turns to Rasalhague. "Wanna run down to da' galley? Dey got some good grub dere."
He pulls out the laser pistol he stole from the thug in the bar, and starts shining it.

Jaru of Clan Ro |

"These crystals aren't magical... but there is something strange about them. Perhaps we should collect them and see if we can't learn more about them later. If nothing else they might be worth something."

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"Any reason we just don't try to fire up the engines on this t'ing, and fly it home?" ask Antonius. "After all, our shuttle left us, leavin' us in the lurch."
He tries to ascertain if the ship can be flown.
computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
piloting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Jaru of Clan Ro |

"Oh, I assumed we were flying the ship back. It's the only way I can think of to get all four of us back... well not the only way, but the best way. I simply meant that we should make sure we take the crystals when we disembark."