Continuing to delve into the computer
”Looks like it was an undead creature. Now dead again. Patch looks like it’s from the corpse fleet. Ring any bells Talek?”
let me take a look at that patch
that is most definitely a patch belonging to the corpse fleet. I feel like i know more but let me contemplate it for a moment.
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B-Bop looks incredulously at Jax.
Twenty credits? Feh, make it twenty k an' I'll do it.
He turns to the rest of the group.
What da frell are da bone daddies doin' here before us? Dis ain't no sprockin' coincidence no more when it's got ta do wit' da drift rock. An' we really should'a opened dat ambassador's box when we was back on dat ship.
Dem Eox guys, something's smellin' fishy!
As soon as the words leave his mouth, a look of realization and embarrassment crosses his face as he quickly glances at Ellison.
in hindsight i would agree with you B-Bop. Next time you want to break into cargo i will follow your instinct.
Concentrating on his movements, L moves closer to B-bop and then extends part of his Hydrobody out as thin tentacles towards the half-orc.
"And here I thought cats were the curious ones."
Patting a tentacle on B-bops cheek and leaving a small amount of moisture behind as his tentacles retract and return the hydrobody to it's normal humanoid shape.
"That box and it's contents wasn't ours. No point dwelling on it lad. This one got here before us, but things clearly didn't go well for it."
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Jax rolls his eyes at L's statement, "Sure, that may be a common stereotype assumed for most of the feline race but what you may also know is that we can be very lazy too. So lazy in fact that we Pahtra have evolved in such a way that if something doesn't peek our curiosity, we'll resume being lazy, or in other words, if something doesn't pay enough we can simply say 'piss off.'" And with a sarcastic smile, "So, unless your giving handouts, you can kindly piss off."
After a brief pause, Jax stands up and paces around for a min saying to himself, "What was that stuff I inhaled? I'm more cranky than usual. I wonder if L inhaled anything too, he's acting kinda weird."
Wiggling his fingers at Jax.
”Unlikely kitten. My spells keep me fairly well protected from those sorts of mundane dangers. If the three of you are feeling unwell, perhaps we should return to the ship and see if we can’t treat you? Seems like continuing immediately may be hazardous to the team.”
Bepo walks in and looks around a bit with a bit of a confused look on his face.
Nah I should be fine to continue, I'm just a little woozy that is all. There are 2 other doors here, should we continue?
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It takes some time, but Talek eventually hacks into the modules.
The first contains only a program to operate the trap in the airlock area, which appeared to contain a substance called MALENTHEOGEN M711.
The second operates what appears to be a rather spectacularly complex laser grid trap, which appears to be responsible for the minced Elebrian nearby.
Both are easily turned off.
Corpse Fleet, eh? Good riddance. I should be able to proceed. I don't think the effects are getting any worse. It just feels like my head is full of wool.
Rags tilts his head one way, and then the other, milky eyes staring off into empty space.
North or South?
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In response to L's comment, "Okay. Hold on. First of all, the technical term is cub not kitten. I'm not derived from some common house pet. Just like I'm sure you're from some sort of intelligent squid race and not some bottom feeder."
"Secondly, I think we can all agree the only hazard to the team is B-bop's diet." Jax laughs followed by a wheezing cough.
Chuckling. ”And here I thought you were more motivated by abusive or derogatory statements. I’ll keep it in mind for next time. Didn’t mean to cut so close there.”
Looking to each member in turn. ”Alright, if everyone feels well enough, let’s press on. North sounds good to me.”
Ok sounds good let's go North
Bepo is going to approach the door waiting for someone to check the door, once the all clear is given he will open the door.
Tiktik scurries along with his friends, then he and his drone scan over the door looking for more booby traps and then listening for sounds of any movement on other side of the door.
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Jax let's out a laugh, "Nah, everything is fine L. You're right, that is how I typically am, I just feel like whatever that stuff was is just affecting my immediate reactions, because I'm not normally this 'touchy'."
Jax pauses for a moment, thinking, "Just to be on the safe side though, you probably shouldn't mention my mother. I'd hate to accidentally murder you just because I'm not 100% upstairs." Jax let's out a loud laugh.
"Let's save the verbal jousting for another time when I'm feeling better."
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civilizations that refused to acknowledge Eox’s power—including the worlds known as the Twins, the shattered remnants of which now form the Diaspora.
A cloying gloom fills this long, claustrophobic hallway. A red light on the western wall blinks slowly, giving the scene a sinister atmosphere.
Several doors lie along the north wall. To the west, the hall appears to curve south.
"Oooo, spooky!"
Tiktik sends Elliot in first to scan for any surprises, while he peeks around the doorway.
Rangs moves up, taking position behind the large bear, waiting for B-bops ok to go through.
"Wait. That was THIS weekend? Crap, now I'm never going to get my limited edition lunchbox autographed." Tiktik said with surprising melancholy, though as usual, it doesn't last.
"Ah well, let's find out what's behind door number one! My money's on a new car!"
He scurried ahead to join his drone. Bouncing from one foot the other, with his finger hovering over the button to open the door, he whined "Hurrrrryyyyyy uuuuppppp!"
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The door slides open, revealing what appears to be a bedroom of sorts, with a pair of minimalist beds and several shelves lining the walls.
The walls are covered in strange writing, scrawled in various shades of paint.
A simple altar is found here, made of several human and animal skulls stuck together with copper wire.
There are open doorways to the left and right.
Overclock
Elliot
Talek
Bepo
Jax
B-Bop
L
Ragabash
Elliott hears a mechanical clinking sound from the other side of the wall to the right, and will be able to act in a surprise round.
Overclock
Talek
Bepo
Jax
B-Bop
L
Ragabash
Robots
B-Bop
Talek
Jax
Ragabash
Bepo
Overclock/Elliott
L
?
Elliot is up, standard or move action only!
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B-Bop
Talek
Jax
Ragabash
Bepo
Overclock/Elliott
L
Red
Blue
Green
Three robots march into the room.
"ENTROPICATE! ENTROPICATE!"
As they round the corner Elliot fires off his readied shot, narrowly missing the first.
Up next, everybody!
The ysoki and his trusty sidekick prepare to open fire, while desperately trying not to be blamed for once again finding himself in trouble, out ahead of the rest of the group, "Sorry guys, I swear, I didn't even push the button! It opened on its own!"
Moving forward and pulling both the static arc and the liquidator pistols. L gives the robots a grin.
"Surely, we can talk about this, yes?"
Ready action to use Get Em on Blue if they don't seem interested in talking
attempting to communicate as well
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B-Bop
Talek
Jax
Ragabash (-14 SP)
Bepo
Overclock
Elliot (-8)
L
Red
Blue (Get' em, -10)
Green
Overclock knows the Patrol-class robots have repair nanites that heal it 4 hp per hour. Once per day they can, as a full round action, heal 3d8 damage to itself or any other technological item or creature.
Once every 1d4 rounds as a standard action, a patrol-class security robot can shoot an arc of electricity at up to four creatures within 40 feet (no two of which can be more than 30 feet apart). This arc deals 1d8 electricity damage to each target (Reflex DC 13 half).
They have construct immunities, and are vulnerable to critical hits and electricity.
The robots don't seem to want to talk to either L or Talek. L exhorts his allies to fire at Blue.
Tiktik and Elliot fire. Tiktik misses, but Elliot finding the needle in the hay and damages the blue robot.
The robots fire their electric-emitters at the group
Up next, Starfinders!
Moving past the doorway, L calls out Get Em on blue again.
Bepo will double move into the room squeezing through the doorway and through the 2 robots and up against the wall.
Elliot rocks back and forth in the air letting out beeps and bops. Tiktik replies aloud, "Well don't get mad at me. They are the ones firing on their own kind. Teach 'em a lesson!"
Elliot does just that, firing off multiple shots as his arms grip the bipod supports tightly.
After watching his drone with glee, Tiktik remembers he should probably share the information he recalled about the robots, "Oh, hey, I'm familiar with this model of PatrolBot. Just like the 2800-series, they are self repairing, although this model has an emergency mode that will let them repair quite a bit in just a matter of seconds. Thankfully they still have the design flaw that makes them easy to disable with high voltage or well-placed shots to their critical components. Ironically enough though they can fire out an arc of electricity of their own that can zap through all of us at once if we clump up tightly enough. I'd say we should avoid that," he looked around at the cramped room and hallway, "but I don't think we have much choice."
Talek activates the laser sight on his rifle before firing at blue
Rags looks into the room seeing his new allies lighting up blue. He moves straight into the room, and diagonally the last five feet to provide a flank for Bepo behind green before focusing his sword on blue.
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B-Bop
Talek
Jax
Ragabash (-24 SP)
Bepo (-11 SP)
Overclock
Elliot (-8)
L
Red (-7)
Blue (Get' em, -39)
Green
Talek misses his shot. B-Bop hits () and his attack seems unusually effective. Rags misses, and Jax inspires him.
Blue and Red take guarded steps and attack Rags.
The robots batter Ragabash while the third attacks Bepo.
But he critically fails.
Up next, everybody!
Full attack on blue