GM_MG's Dead Suns (Inactive)

Game Master GM_MG

"like I said Tiktik. I wasn't lying about him." smiling and shaking his head as he says this to Tiktik.

"Tiktik, why don't you show us where to go? Preferably not through a sewer if possible." as Volter ignores Jax and tries with earnest to better investigate this Starfinder Society.

Tiktik was starting to cry again, and not happy tears after the half-orc was so cruel after he just wanted to share flute dooting tips, when Volter got his attention again. Tiktik seemed to ponder the phrase ‘not through a sewer’ for a long time and forgot all about his feelings of rejection.

”UmmIguessIcouldstillgetusthere. ImeanIknowwhereitisinrelationtohereandI’mtoldthatthestreetsgotheretoo.”

culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Here little guy. I asked the Yisoki merchant for an ailment for a sad rat and she handed me a chunk of questionable cheese saying this should do the job nicely. I wouldn't eat it but maybe you'd like it. Seemed she knew what she was talking about also mentioning she's handed scraps to you before." Jax hands Tiktik the questionable cheese making a sour face at the smell of it.

Tiktik wrinkled his nose and shook his head at Jax. He motioned for the tall pahtra to lean over, then threw his short arm around his new friend’s shoulder and said in a surprisingly slow and kind of condescending tone,
”Look. You’re my friend so I’ll be gentle. Ysoki don’t like being called rats and this cheese is gross.”

He patted him on the shoulder and said, ”Good talk.”

"Uh huh. Good to know. I'll just take this cheese back to the Ysoki merchant and demand a refund,"even though Jax didn't technically purchase the cheese,"and I'll get something a little more savory. Besides, I should have known just by the smell this was not going to help. I'll be back."

As Jax was making his way to the merchant shops, he thought to himself, why am I the only one that gets him to talk more slowly.
Later on he finds a stall selling exotic foods and among them is a dark golden cheese. 10c for one tiny cube of cheese... this had better be worth it. The merchant did say this is the caviar of cheese after all.

Jax returns to the group and presents the small morsel to Tiktik."Here ya go buddy, this should do the trick. I dont really even like cheese and I'm salivating over it!"

Tiktik nearly took off one of Jax’s fingers devouring the cheese in rapid fashion. A moment later he recomposed himself and apologized, ”Sorryaboutthat. Wowthatwasgood! You’resuchagoodfriend. Hereletmedosonethingforyou!”

Without hesitation he grabbed Jax’s pistol and began taking it apart. He muttered things like “thisdoesn’tgohere” and “youdon’tneedbothofthose” as he reassembled the pistol rather quickly and handed it back to him, while wiping away all the excess parts into a pouch.

engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

”Thereyougo! OneOverclockspecial. Itislighterandbetterbalancednow. Igotridofallofthoseannoyingsafetyredundancies andwon’tuploadyourusagedatatothemanfactureranymore. Totalwasteofpowerandbandwidth, nottomentionatotalinvasionofprivacy! Carefulthoughitwillgetalittlehot, butitshouldn’tpulltotheleftanymore, andnowit’lldisplaythenumberofshotsremainingandlocalweather!”

I know the way too my dad has taken me a few times, follow me
Bepo turns and you notice he moves rather fast for beong so big. He starts to head toward the Starfinder Society.

"YIKES! Jax yells in surprise, feeling lucky to still have his fingers while muttering a few swear words. "With that reaction, I should get a guy to start a racket and corner the cheese industry market on Absalom Station! Also why does my gun keep saying there's a chance of hail?"

"Dang! He moves fast for such a big guy! I wonder what would happen if I threw a jar of honey on one of our foes. I'd like to think there wouldn't be a drop left of either the honey or the 'perp'. What do you think, B-bop?

Several of you spot Duravor Kreel, the dwarf starfinder agent you are here to meet with. Spotting you as well, he gives a wave and a smile.

Overclock, you in particular spot two groups of toughs, on opposite ends of the Docking Bay, looking shifty. Just as you are about to shout out a warning to your friends, the two groups draw guns and begin firing.

Kreel freezes, looking terrified, then a laser hits him and he drops, not moving.

Surprise Round! Bold can act.

Overclock
Jax
B-Bop
Talek
Volter
Beppo
Left Crew
Right Crew

As the angry half orc slides his shades down his snout to look at those gathered in the eye and fully express his disenchantment with them, he completely misses the throngs of assailants gathering in the docking bay until after shots begin ringing through the structure.

Frell me! Walked right inta dis rumble an' didn't even sniff it out! Gonna get fragged quick if I don't get my head back in da game!

Tiktik’s eyes went wide as he saw the ambush a moment too late. He quickly shouted a warning to his new friends, ”Ambush! WehavetosaveKreel! He’stheonewhokindalikesme!”

He spat out his hunting rifle while he used the custom rig installed in his head to direct Elliot, his stealth drone to engage.

swift to draw the rifle from my cheek pouch, move action to give Elliot a move action in addition to his free standard action. Elliot moves at half speed (20’) attempting to remain stealthy behind the crates as he approaches green and takes a shot with his azimuth laser pistol.

stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
energy (fire) attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19:1d4 ⇒ 1

The various toughs on either side of the bay begin firing at each other. One of them takes a shot at Talek.

Talek: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

However, the shot misses.

The docking bay is filled with screams as people dive for cover or run for the doors.

The two gangs exchange heavy fire at each other, and several hits are scored.

First round! Bold can act.

Overclock
Jax
B-Bop
Talek
Volter
Beppo
Left Crew (Green -2, Black 4)
Right Crew (Green -1, Blue 2, Black 3)

Volter, confused and scared as they have never been in battle before, runs for cover and pulls out their gun.

[ooc]I think I'm heading towards boxes, I'm not sure what they are. Also I'm only moving six squares cause I think pulling out my gun is an action.[/occ]

Culture Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Seemingly unfazed by the gang members attack on him Talek calmly unslings his laser rifle aims and squeezes a shot off at left green.
laser rifle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d8 ⇒ 1

azimuth crit/burn: 1d8 ⇒ 11d6 ⇒ 3

Tiktik will stay behind cover and shoot at the gang on the left, while he directed Elliot to flank around and take out the gang on the right.

Tiktik rifle on left green: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

kinetic damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Elliot pistol on right green: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

crit damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Bepo doesn't know a ton about them, but he knows who they are: the ones on the left are the Downside Kings, and the ones on the right are the Level 21 Crew--two of Absalom Stations most notorious street gangs.

Talek nails his target, who shrieks as his clothes catch fire. The ganger is still standing, however.

Both Tiktik and Elliot hit their targets. Left green collapses to the floor.

Bold can act.
Overclock
Jax
B-Bop
Talek
Volter
Bepo
Left Crew (Green DEAD, Black 4)
Right Crew (Green -2, Blue 2, Black 3)

Bepo will take our his Doshko as he moves up to red on the right side. That is a double move for me

With much excitement, Jax yells at the top of his lungs, "Finally! Some action on this forsaken station!"

Jax's attitude and presence changes drastically as his voice deepens, the hair stands on the back of his neck, his eyes grow large with a bright yellow and he displays his fangs in full. For the first time, the party sees Jax take on a stance of Intimidation.

"Let's crank up the beats!" Jax presses a switch on his belt and heavy percussion metal music suddenly is blasting from his person!

Jax jolts to the right towards one of the brigands, seeking cover along the way, positioning himself so the closest unlucky foe could hear Jax's every word. With that, Jax yells a Dispiriting Taunt towards his enemy, "YOU GUYS JUST MESSED WITH THE WRONG FELINE FOR DEATH IS UPON YOUR DOOR STEP!

Jax places himself up against his covered position directing his voice towards the enemy closest to him, the green one and using his hands directs his companions to follow up and take care of him, also in the hopes they see his hand gestures.

I use my move action to move Jax 20 feet towards cover, at the space of the bottom of the giant yellow 4 and drop prone as a swift action. For my standard action I yell a Dispiriting Taunt towards the green enemy. Im also assuming turning on my stereo system would be considered a free action in terms of it just being for flavor unless it would count as a different action.

Dispiriting Taunt:: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 10 + (5) + 0 = 23

The half orc ducks his head as blasts fire through the docking bay. He glances left and right and spots some cover that he sprints to while he plans his next move.

Double move to the structure on the left. No BAB so weapon not drawn yet.

The gangs continue to exchange fire.

The ganger Jax intimidated takes a shot at him.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The remaining gangers exchange fire.

Left: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 181d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Left: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 71d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Left: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Right: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 241d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Right: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Right: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 71d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Round two! Bold can act.

Overclock
Jax
B-Bop
Talek
Volter
Bepo
Left Crew (Green DEAD, Black -4, Blue -4)
Right Crew (Green -2, Blue -7, Black -7)

Volter moves as fast as they can to get behind the crates near Talek. Worried about the innocent people getting caught in the crossfire they wait for their opportunity to give aid.

"That dwarf person doesn't look good but I can't get to him with all this gunfire directly above him. How am I going to help?"

Talek moves to find some cover moving 25 to find some. After finding cover he fires a shot off at left black.

laser rifle fire dmg: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 131d8 ⇒ 2

The purple haired half orc skirts around the docking bay structure to approach the crates providing cover to the assailants on the left, drawing his laser pistol as he goes.

Move 30 ft, draw out his weapon as a standard action.

Without the benefit of cover, Talek's shot hits the ganger neatly in the head, and he crumples without a sound.

Jax laughs hysterically from the feeble attempt of an attack by the gangster, "AHHH-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! You call that a shot!? I've seen children pick off a bird at 100 yards and you cant even hit something from 30 ft away! you couldnt even hit the broad side of a cruiser!"

I yell this insult at the same target as I attempt another Dispiriting Taunt. I also take this time to draw my Hail Pistol and yell back at my party as combat banter.

"Come on my comrades! Press the fight! Show no mercy!

Dispiriting Taunt: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 10 + (1) + 0 = 30

Attack of Op on Blue: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

After Bepo hits blue he looks at how red stepped away and he takes a guarded step and takes a swing.

Attack on Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Damage: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Bepo sends the bodies of the two gangers flying.

Sirens of approaching AbadarCorp security drones blaring, the gangers decid they've had enough, and scatter, rushing down passageways alongside the terrified civilians.

Out of combat. How would you like to proceed?

Bepo runs over to the dwarf and checks him out.
Medicine Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

A laser blast has burned completely through his neck, in one end and out the other. There is, sadly, nothing you can do for the fallen dwarf.

A datapad has fallen from his hands to the ground. You can see the on the datapad a message, from someone named Chiskisk. It includes several of your groups names and images, as well as instructions to meet these individuals at the Docking Bay and bring them to the Lorespire Complex, the headquarters of the Starfinder Society, to welcome them as members of the Society.

A number of AbadarCorps Security Robots arrive on the scene, weapons raised.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS, CITIZENS!"

Bepo drops his Doshko and puts his hands up.
We were here to meet this dwarf here and then we got in the middle of a fire fight between the Downside Kings and the Level 21 Crew

Just before the feds arrive on scene I take after one one of the gangsters, particularly the one Jax has been screaming at. By now that guy has to be scared of Jax, or so he thinks.

Jax turns off his stereo and runs after the perp, mixing himself in with the crowd as to not let the perp knows he's being fallowed as well as not having the authorities block his way.

"You're not getting away that easily," Jax mutters under his breath.

Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Am I hot on his trail or have I lost him?

Immediately after hearing the sirens Tiktik dropped his rifle on the crate in front of him and put his hands up. He will have his drone freeze and attempt to hide with its reactive camouflage.

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

As the guards approach, he looked at them to see if he recognized any of them from his many run ins with authorities at the station in the last.

I’m not sure if my Outlaw theme applies here for the -5 to the DC check?

culture to see if Tiktik recognizes any of the guards: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

I set my rifle down and adopt a nonagressive stance and addresses the secutity bots. greetings, i apologize for making a mess. That ner do well attempted to to shoot me, and i strenuously objected. pointing at left green who shot at me.

The guards fan out and begin asking questions of the various bystanders. Emergency medical personnel also begin tending to the various injuries to be found here.

While the interviews are taking place, no one comes forward to question you. You do notice, however, an amused looking human officer observing you, and occasionally making a remark to a hulking security robot beside him.

After some time, the pair approach.

"STATEMENT: IT IS A FINE DAY THIS AFTERNOON, CITIZENS." the robot booms at you.

The human appears to be attempting to suppress a grin. He's not very at it.

"Maybe not so fine, Fourty-Four, what with the dead and wounded and all."

"CORRECTION: INDEED, I APOLOGIZE FOR MY FLIP TONE. DEPARTMENT REGULATIONS DICTATE I EXPRESS REMORSE AT THE SENSELESS LOSS OF LIFE HERE."

The human clears his throat.

"Indeed." He consults a datapad for several moments before continuing.

"So, any idea what happened here? I'd really like to get this wrapped up and get home to the Missus before too much longer."

He flashes a badge at you.

"Lieutenant Abrahm Sastenne, AbadarCorp Security Services."

"STATEMENT: WE CAN START WITH YOUR NAMES." his larger compatriot chimes in.

You may call me Talek

The half orc slowly lays down his pistol, steps back and kneels while raising his hands.

Yeah, yeah. I know da drill, copper. Lemme know when I can have muh phone call.

He then glances around the bay looking for billboard advertisements for cheap Profession: Barrister providers.

My name is Bepo Baloo.

Tiktik had been through this drill numerous times, so he knew to make sure to be as nonthreatening as possible, so he kept his hands raised high and stood far back from his rifle. At the same time however, he loved meeting station guards as he found their job fascinating and they always had such cool stuff to look at.

"HelloLieutenantAbrahmSastenne! I'mTiktikA.K.A.OverclockmaleYsokithirteenyearsofage, residentofthePuddlesdistrict, knownassociateofJimmytheRatknownassociateofFatMicky..."

Tiktik rattled off his entire lengthy rap sheet (until inevitably interrupted) which he had proudly memorized, like it was a resume enumerating all of the friends he'd made and all of his accomplishments.

Volter holsters their weapon, raises their hands and comes out from behind the crates. It's a strange sight to see an android displaying emotions but from what you can tell it almost appears as if they have been visibly shaken by these events and Volter even have visual micro expressions showing that they are noticeably sad and they are staring at the now dead dwarf while trying to address the guards.

"My name is Volter Stova, I was created here on Absalom Station in a bio-mechanics lab called Inspira Corp. I've just recently returned from an experiment site on Arkanen and have just gotten off the ship when this fight broke out. I have not fired my weapon and have done no harm."

The man nods.

"Alright, so what happened? You got off a ship, this..." he consults his datapad. "Okimoro. Then what, these guys just start blasting?"

"Kinda. WehadjustarrivedandsawDuravorKreel, thatnicedwarftherewhohasaholeinhisneck. HesmiledandwavedatusandthenInoticedTheDownsideKingsandTheLevel21Crewshowedu pactingallshifty. Bothcrewsdrewgunsandjuststartedshooting. I'mnotsurewhichoneshotpoorKreel. Wetriedtosavehimbyshooingawaythegangswithbullets. Itworkedtoo! Theyranoffjustbeforeyougothere. ButweweretoolatetohelppoormisterKreel."

I didn't arrive on the ship I'm from Absalom Station, my dad is Zenka with the Exo-Guardians. I was told to meet here to meet Mr. Kreel to join the Starfinder Society. Then like Overclock said the two gangs started shooting and Mr. Kreel was shot. We didn't get a chance to get to Mr. Kreel right away cuz of the gunfire. We took down a couple but was unable to stop them all.

ok, bear with me, this is going to be a lenghty post. Gotta hit every detail on the nose

Jax takes on a roughed up look to somewhat resemble a gangster, not that he didnt already look like one. He steps into the crime scene as if he owned it, walking in from behind the Lt. Jax starts to swear a storm and begins his persona. He also takes on a pretty good British accent to make hims sound more high class.

"Just my luck. Just my luck! Here I am in the middle of my undercover operation and just as things are starting to unfold, YOU LOT,"pointing at the officials,"had to barge in like a bunch of hens at tea time!

Now, clean up the bodies and do a perimeter search for any clues on the whereabouts as to where the remaining gangsters may have ran off too! We're dealing with the Downside Kings and Level 21 Crew. If anything turns up, bring it to the station and I'll be by within the hour. As for this lot over there, I'll take over questioning them. Now move it! That's an order!"

Because alot was said and I'm not sure what all checks need to be rolled, I'll just roll all three. Just incase one or the other needed to be rolled.

intimidate: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 10 + (3) + 0 = 21
diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21