GM_MG's Dead Suns (Inactive)

Game Master GM_MG

Moving up closer to the action, with pistol ready to blast the enemy, L spots Bepo looking pretty rough.

”Keep your head in the game big guy.”

Inspiring boost on Bepo. Heal 13 SP

Talek continues hs climb up the cliff. double move to climb atletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
if i need a second roll atletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Bold can act!
? (-38)
Talek (-20 SP)
Bepo (-40 SP, -27 HP)
Ragabash
Jax
B-Bop
Overclock
L

Jax is on delay.

Bepo, I think you forgot about the Get'em that is up--with it your second swing hits.

The creature is surprisingly nimble for its size, and it dodges Bepo's first swing. Its not so lucky on the backswing, however.

B-Bop hits as well, although Tiktik and Elliott narrowly miss.

The creature full attacks on Bepo.

Attack, vs. KAC: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 12 - 4 = 25
Attack, vs. KAC: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 12 - 4 = 17

Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Slashing.

The creature's cloaking field seems to have run out, revealing a thin, very pale skinned humanoid, over 10 feet tall, with bulbous eyes and thin, narrow limbs.

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

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 4

"I can't get up this damned cliff to heal you Bepo!" Rags roars out in frustration.

Mindthrust at the enemy. DC 15 Will save for half.

Mindthrust LVL 1: 2d10 ⇒ (8, 3) = 11

Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"There, on the rock. Pew pew time."

Static Arc Pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Electric damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

move action get 'em, standard action to shoot. gm choice for ID

"Finally! Light him up, Mr. Robot!"

move action to Elliot so he can full attack. Standard overcharged shot for Tiktik. Factoring in the +1 from Get Em and the reduced full attack penalty from the bipod.

full attack 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 231d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
full attack 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 91d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Tiktik: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 151d8 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 5 + (1) = 7

Life Science: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
GM's Choice for questions

Thanks for the assistance L. Don't worry Officer Lupo take your time getting up the cliff.

Bepo grits his teeth and takes 2 more swings as a full action.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12
Attack 2: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7

Damage 1: 1d10 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Damage 2: 1d10 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Now that the alien is fully revealed, B-Bop takes a brief moment to size up his target as he reloads before squeezing the rifle trigger.

Hey, stretch! Hold still, I'mma pop a high caliber round right in yer black hole coozie, ok?

sniper rifle + get 'em + coordinated shot vs kac: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 14

1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

I said hold still, ya goofy, gangly, rubberband-lookin' sprock-face!

rifle rounds 28

Bold can act!
? (-38)
Talek (-20 SP)
Bepo (-40 SP, -27 HP)
Ragabash
Jax
B-Bop
Overclock
L

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

The creature is a sarcesian. They are most famous for being able to survive in a vacuum, and the ability to manifest energy wings while in the vacuum, giving them a fly speed of 60'.

The combination of Elliot's blast and Ragabash's mind thrust brings down the sarcesian.

Out of combat! What would you like to do?

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

The creature is a sarcesian. They are most famous for being able to survive in a vacuum, and the ability to manifest energy wings while in the vacuum, giving them a fly speed of 60'.

The combination of Elliot's blast and Ragabash's mind thrust brings down the sarcesian.

Out of combat! What would you like to do?

Approaching the newcomer as best as possible.

<Telepathically to Ragabash> Hello there, you seemed to be in a bit of trouble. It appears your attacker has been disabled, permanently. We are Starfinders, you may call me L, and you are?

Rags lowers himself back down the cliff face.

"Thank you all for the assistance. Keep an eye on the sky. I'm Officer Rags Lupo. My team and I were investigating reports of Cult activity when we were ambushed. I was pinned down, as you saw. The rest of my team were carried off by flying creatures. Don't think me to be ungrateful, but what the hell are Starfinders doing here?"

Rags is wolf-like in appearance with gray-white fur and milky eyes with no discernible irises. You notice as he speaks he looks in your general direction, but doesn't make eye contact. He calls his shield back to himself.

Life Science on Ragabash: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Sorry for not getting to post the last few days. In order to meet up with the group atop the cliff, I'll retcon Jax taking all the time to climb the cliff to explain his lack of help in combat.

Jax reaches the top of the cliff after some difficulty. for rolling purposes I'll just be taking a 20 since out of combat

Ugh... I really hate climbing. I've always thought myself to be a ground cat. Not one to climb stuff.

After taking a few breaths,"Hey guys. Good job with that guy. Would've taken him out myself but was indisposed." Jax coughs a few times. "So who's the lost pup?"

<To Jax>This is Officer Lupo with the Stewards.

Nice to meet you Officer Lupo and thanks for the help. As L and I have stated we are Starfinders and we are also currently looking into the Cult. I can see why you had trouble with this damn sniper. Do you know if these guys were linked to the cult?

Changing from telepathy to an open comms channel.

”Nice to meet you Officer Lupo. As for what we’re doing out here, well, isn’t that part of our motto? Exploration? We had a lead on something interesting out this way, so we were following up on it.”

To Bepo "I have my suspicions about our Sarcesian friend, but nothing concrete linking them to who I'm after. These guys are often found in the Diaspora and this could still be a pirate or smuggler base. Can you check the body for any evidence? When you come down I can see to your injuries. Just be careful, the cult has a history of boobytrapping bodies."

To L "If what your crewmate says is true, and the interesting thing youre after out here is the cult, we may be able to help each other. My first priority now is to find out what happened to my crew. Then bring justice to those who waylaid us on our arrival."

Bepo will climb down and go closer to Officer Lupo.

We have had some run ins with the cult already so any knowledge we can come together on would be fantastic. We can definitely help you find out what happened to your crewmates, but it would be nice to take a small break first.

If we can take a 10 minute break so I can spend a resolve that would be fantastic.

If we take a 10 min rest Rags will spend his 10 minutes using healing touch on Bepo, giving back 25 HP.

"Someone should check the Sarcesian corpse for clues while we wait."

Tiktik comes bouncing over to the newcomer, and unleashes a flurry of words, "Hithere! I'mTiktikalthoughsomepeoplecallmeOverclock. CanIpetyourfur? SoyournameisRagsLupo? Neat! Oohandyou'reaSteward!" he pauses just long enough to give a poor imitation of a salute.

"DoyouknowLt.Sastenne? HmmIguesshe'sAbadarCorpSecurity, butyoucopguysallknoweachotherright? Thatissocoolthatyouareherelookingforcultstoo. Soit'scooldifIpetyourfur, right?" watching closely for a reaction, the ysoki slowly reaches out his hand inching closer to the lushfur of the Vlaka while continuing his motormouth routine, "Don'tworryI'llcheckoutthedeadguy. I'msupergoodatlootingbodiesanddisarmingexplosives. IstoppeddabunchofcultistsbackonCastrovelfromblowingupthistemplethatwaslikew ayold. Thatledushere. Theywanttofindsomekindasuperweapontodevourstarsorsomethinglikethat. Starfindersaregoodguysthough, sowemurderanybodywhotriestodobadstufflikethat." with a nod to himself, confident that he'd secured permission, "I'mgonnapetyourfurnow."

At Tiktik "I think I caught most of that. If it will get you to slow down, you may. But maybe later, when we have less of a chance of being ambushed."

Tiktik's eyes light up, and he grins widely and nods in agreement as he vigorously shakes Lupo's hand to seal the deal.

Then he painfully articulates his words, "Mkay. let's. see. what. we. have. here."

Just know that once he gets his reward of getting to put Lupo's fur he's totally going right back to his motormouth habits, but don't worry I am not going to go back to typing everything out as one long word as it is almost as much of a pain to type that way as I know it is to try to read it. Meanwhile Tiktik and Elliot are going to examine the body for any of the booby traps Lupo warned about and then search for goodies.

Tiktik perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Elliot perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Ugggh, lousy Stew-Pot, needs ta hop back in his sprockin' little Vesper an' head back ta Ab Station an' sit around wit' da rest'a da Stew-Heads an' chomp doughnuts while dey brag about how many hobo heads dey cracked open down in da Spike. Hhmmph, I think I smell da glazed an' jelly-filled's on his breath from here, probably gonna try an' say he needs ta search Sunny fer contraband an' den try an' swipe da rest'a da snack cakes we gots. Well, dat ain't gonna sprockin' happen! Gonna find himself shanked an' buried inna shallow pee-trench if he even tries dat! I'll get my arc pistol, I'll fry his furry face, I'll cut open his gut an' get my snack cakes back, I'll...

B-Bop suddenly looks worriedly at his companions.

Oh snap, what if some'a da telepathical guys heard me thinkin' dat? Drek! Need ta see if dey wuz noticin'.

B-Bop stares pointedly at Bepo, then Talek.

'Make me a grilled cheese sandwich. Now.'

Lol.

You guys are free to look at the Vlaka race entry on AoN, you'll know all the particulars.

There don't appear to be any traps in the area. The Sarcesian has an advanced diasporan rifle with a standard battery slotted in it (17 shots left), plus two additional batteries, an estex II suit, four frag grenade II, and a tactical dueling sword.

Additionally, at the top of the cliff you spot a small bundle stashed behind a boulder. Inside is a mobile hotelier with a drained battery, a credstick with 4,900 credits, six R2Es, and a small, leather-bound journal.

At the foot of the cliff, buried under ash, you find a months-old humanoid corpse dressed in the tattered remains of a flight suit. There's little of value on the body but a ring stuck on a bony finger.

Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Plenty of interesting items up there. I would be interested in looking over that book. See if there is some sort of info to be gleaned." Gesturing towards the body and it's outfit. "Looks like one of the cultists probably. Big fan of the Devourer anyway."

Tiktik rummages through the sarcesian's gear, tossing much over his shoulder with a "bah, garbage!" interspersed with a few "ooohs and "ahhs" as he sets aside items of interest.

I am going to assume that with Bepo declining the large gear, unless someone wants the sniper rifle (B-Bop?) or the Estex II suit enough for me to craft it down to medium size, that I'll put it everything other than the grenades on the to be sold list.

Afterwards Tiktik spends most of the ten minute rest looking around for a comm unit (I think they are standard in suits of armor) and then trying to hack into said comm unit for records of any contact with the other Sarcesians.

computers: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

Nice to meet you Officer. I am glad we spotted your ship and that we were able to render assistance. If we can render you any further assistance please let us know.

Yeah, like maybe yer ship needs a jump start an' a good push so's ya can hop it back to da station in time fer da end'a yer shift. We're here now, we'll clean up dis sprockin' mess, we're pros like dat, fixin' other's boo-boos.

"Certainly professional enough to shout insults at a stranger who is providing aid to your compatriot who was being shot to pieces. So please, Mr. Professional, how do you plan we should proceed? Do you have a 'sprockin' idea?"

Nope, sorry, perfessional trade secrets an' all dat. But if ya wanna tag along, da danger's all on yer own head, dere ain't no speedin' tickets or jaywalkers out here. Ya can me Doctor B-Bop, Field Scholar'a Qabarat University. Matter'a fact, we're all doctors'a da Q'a U on top'a being famous Starfinders.

An', uh, no selfies or autographs, 'k?

Oh well ,a Doctor!? Excuse me. Rags says, dryly Dr. Professional, would you like me to step aside so you can apply your medical expertise to your friend here? Or are you one of those non-MD doctors, you know, the useless kind?

Rags makes a show of loudly sniffing the air.

Now if I wanted to take a donut break, my Porcine Doctor, I could tide myself over by consuming some of the crumbs you have on your person.

Are the two of you done comparing genitalia? Officer, were you able to ascertain what the the cultists purpose was here? If not perhaps we should investigate further.

B-Bop glances at the crumbs on his person.

Well, uh, spoils'a war, dat's what. Hey, why ya sniffin' like dat? Ya gotta cold or somethin'?

He notices a sizeable piece of pumpkin spiced churro stuck on the front of his armor and promptly pops it into his mouth with gusto.

Mmmmmmm

To Talek No genital measuring. Merely speaking the same language as Dr. Professional.

To B-bop I sniff the air, because I am blind. That's how I perceive the world around me. It gives the added benefit that I dont judge people by the clothes they wear. I don't see armor, or insignias. That's taught me that it's not the uniform that makes a person, but the person who makes the uniform. You clearly have a grudge against some Stewards, but I am not those Stewards, I just shop at the same tailor.

Rags extends a hand to B-bop in greeting.

We got off on the wrong foot. I'm Rags.

Ya blind? And ya still move around inna fight like ya ain't? Sprock, dat's, dat's actually pretty impressive.[/b]

Ya know, growin' up down in da Spike, a lotta da Stew-Pots assigned dere like ta sometimes behave as bad as some'a da residents. Kinda becomes a learned reaction.

He gives Rags' proffered hand a firm shake.

Like I said, Doctor B-Bop's da name. But ya can call me B-Bop.

B-Bop spots another leftover dessert piece on his jacket and holds it out.

Churro?

L is walking aimlessly about while thumbing through the journal of the sniper.

Sense Motive to look for secret messages: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 7 + (3) = 22
Or
Culture to translate if needed: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Rags accepts the churro with a nod of thanks.

Jax makes his way to Rags and B-bop laughing from their confrontation.

To Rags "So what you're saying officer is that you dont need to see Dr. Polar-pop's cough I mean B-bop's crummy personality, you could just smell it? Thank Besmara someone else around here has keen enough smell. Now B-bop cant argue that his cabin smells of something dead when I pass by now that there is someone else to confirm." Jax laughs hysterically giving B-bop a hard slap to his back.

Jax whispers to B-bop "You know if you sign profanity towards Raggs he won't be able to tell right? Just a hint for future confrontations"

To Raggs "Oh and where are my manners?" Jax dusts his hand off of B-bop's shoulder and offers his hand out to Raggs. "The name's Captain Jaxson B. Wolfwood, or just Wolfwood and not Dr. Wolfwood either. Dont want to be confused as your genitalia specialist. You know what, Jax is fine. Also, welcome to my home system! Seems you've already received the welcoming party!" Jax laughs out loud again.

B-Bop mutters about how his bunk would be in a drastically different state were it not for the ship roomba constantly not being around when it should be and inquires if any of the other crewmembers noticed such as well.

Rags takes Jax's hand in greeting.

Captain? So you lead this crew?

Jax laughs in embarrassment,"Well that is up for debate but it is merely just a title kept from the past. More of a formal title you could say. Especially out in these parts for it may come in handy.

However, when were out in the big black, when ever we've gotten ourselves in a dog fight, I've been known to bark orders to the rest of the party and provide moral support. But all that is history now that we have a professional at dog fights and barking orders with us now!" Jax laughs.

"But seriously no, I'm just the party loud mouth and wise crack extraordinaire and I shoot things on the side."

Ok... So a Captain who is not the Captain, and a Doctor who not a Doctor. You all are fond of your honorary titles.

To L Any clues in that book L?

Is completely lost in thought and wandering further and further from the noisy group while examining the journal.

"Fond indeed of our titles we are! Especially our team mascot, Bepo!" Jax gestures over to Bepo.

Bepo looks at Jax and just gives him a dirty look.

The estex suits comms are blank, and seem to have been intentionally turned off at some point.

The book appears to be a hand-written journal, and is written in Sarcesian.

Toggling on the comms.

"Well crew, it seems our sniper here found some unusual creature that may have driven him a bit crazy. Something about a 'flesh beast' in his notes. Might be worth checking out. Not sure if the sarc went loopy from some sort of mental influence, or just being out here, so be ready if we do try to track it down."

Looking at his surrounding, L isn't quite sure where the others wandered off to.

"Uh... where'd you all go? Is our steward friend still with you?"

Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25