Bepo will drop his weapon and walk up in between 2 of the enemies using the bow.
Do we need to fight, we don't want to hurt anyone here if we don't have to.
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Fer a cop, I think yer underestimatin' da arsenal dey got! "Primitive" don't mean nuthin', ya ever seen a guy get shivved in da eye wit' a broken beer bottle before?
B-Bop rushes forward, drawing his shiny, new advanced semi-auto pistol with shock fusion and tactical knife bayonet.
Alright, ya primitive sprock-heads, listen up! Ya see dis? Dis is my BOOMSTICK!
He begins to squeeze the trigger when he notes the peace tactic Bepo is trying. He hesitates slightly before firing.
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Round One; Landing Pad
Blue
B-Bop
Bepo (-2 SP)
Orange
Black (-20)
Overclock (-10 SP)
L
Purple
Yellow
Talek (-10 SP)
Green
Jax
Red (-14)
Ragabash (-6 SP)
The aliens pause for a half a second, but continue their attack, chattering in their language.
Orange looses a shot at B-Bop, but misses. B-Bop returns fire at Red.
He hits!
Black drops its bow and draws a wicked looking axe, made of scrap metal, and swings at Bepo.
Black gets a lucky hit on Bepo, but between his armor and DR he takes almost no damage.
Casting Comprehend Languages and then will try to see if I can pick up on any cues to help communicate with them.
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Round One; Landing Pad
Blue
Orange
Black (-20)
B-Bop
Bepo (-4 SP)
Overclock (-10 SP)
L
Purple
Yellow
Talek (-10 SP)
Green
Jax
Red (-28)
Ragabash (-6 SP)
Tiktik and Elliot's shots both slam into Red.
L isn't familiar with these creatures, but he thinks he has some insights into their character--they keep calling the Starfinders 'sky-demons', and are resolved to defend their home from you.
Purple drops its bow, draws an axe, and swings at Bepo.
Again, its weapon barely scratches the bear.
Yellow fires two arrows at Elliot.
One arrow misses. The second hits Elliot, but shatters into pieces harmlessly.
Talek flips a switch activating the laser sight on his rifle. While o do not wish to fight such primitive opponents, i do not wish to stand around letting them pelt me with projectiles either. If someone can get through to then i would much prefer that.
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Round One; Landing Pad
Blue
Orange
Black (-20)
B-Bop
Bepo (-4 SP)
Overclock (-10 SP)
L
Purple
Yellow
Talek (-10 SP)
Green
Jax
Red (-28)
Ragabash (-6 SP)
Green fires its bow at Ragabash.
The arrow fires wide, flying off the platform and descending into the atmosphere of Nejeor VI.
"Aha, tiræx ɟeŋ tɛ tɛmorra ka! Koem su, ɛ sɛkwe ɟeɟekwa bu kore suvatameratrasekwuwan""
Rags closes the distance between himself and the bowmen. He glares menacingly at purple and releases a long howl while brandishing his Solar Flare.
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Round One; Landing Pad
Blue
Orange
Black (-20)
B-Bop
Bepo (-4 SP)
Overclock (-10 SP)
L
Purple (Shaken, 2 rounds)
Yellow
Talek (-10 SP)
Green
Jax
Red (-28)
Ragabash (-6 SP)
The alien looks startled by Rags' howl, and nearly drops his axe. He looks uncertainly between Ragabash, and the armored bear in front of him.
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End of Combat; Landing Pad
Blue
Orange
Black (-20, Demoralized 3 rounds)[b]
B-Bop
Bepo (-4 SP)
Overclock (-10 SP)
Elliot (-2)
L
Purple (Shaken, 2 rounds)
Yellow
Talek (-10 SP)
Green
Jax
Red (-28)
Ragabash (-6 SP)
Black seems terrified of Jax.
Blue and Orange both fire arrows, Blue at Rags and Orange at Elliot.
Only one hits, doing minor damage to Elliot.
The aliens seem increasingly worried that their attacks are having so little effect on the Starfinders. They begin to flee, racing away along the long platform leading toward the city proper
I hope noone took any significant damage. I only have superficial injuries. Does anyone require medical attention?
"Wait. I'm confused. Were they not bad guys?" Tiktik seems to be having a crisis of conscience as the murder hobo that he is.
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Jax's throw doesn't hit, but it does draw a little shriek of fear when it splats on the platform near one of the fleeing aliens.
There are several scorch marks on the platform here, likely from another ship taking off.
These scorch marks are less than a few days old. They indicate a ship with a dirty, poorly contained energy core, similar to the ones you have heard about the Cult of the Devourer using.
Several of the aliens dropped there weapons: 3 tactical battlebows, and 2 curious axes, constructed of scrap. Additionally, in their haste to flee one of the aliens dropped an instinctive stabilizer.
Thanks Jax... you were quite effective yourself. I know it would have been easy just to wipe them out. Thanks for showing restraint.
I'm not sure they were bad Tiktik. Maybe just territorial. I'd like to learn more about them, before we judge them.
They didn't have the power to really do any damage to us anyway. No need to just attack anything we see, we did come into their territory. Maybe we can try to be non threatening and talk to them.
Bepo thinks for a second.
L, did you understand what they were saying? I know you know a bunch of different languages
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Yeah, dey could'a just been runnin' scared back ta dere mud huts. Or dey could'a been runnin' back to dere mud huts ta get dere bigger weapons an' reinforcements.
Y'all wanna see if any of dese bodies left on da landin' pad need a little patchin' up an' maybe make a gesture'a good faith ta dese primitive sprock-heads? Dey might have some directions or answers 'round here. An' maybe see whut kinda eats dey got.
”Aye. They were calling us demons. Not sure I appreciate the association, but given their selection of weapons, I would say there’s a good chance they haven’t had much experience with off-worlders before. My guess is they were just trying to defend their home land and see us as an invader. We should be cautious here. Also, make sure to lock the ship. Don’t want any sneaky surprises leaving with us.”
L winks to his fellow starfinders.
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So when they said demons... did they happen to be pointing at any specific fuzzy characters? I'm only assuming that the ones scaring the crap out of them could have possibly been considered to be the said demons. I may not know what they said, but I do understand fear and the one I yelled at looked like he'd died inside, ha ha ha.
Jax turns to B-bop, Hey B-bop, L has a point, maybe should think about locking up the ship. Would hate to see what happens when a half-orc finds his stash raided.
Strange, though if they are unfamiliar with off worlders, why have a spaceport and a landing pad. There is a mystery here... Do you suppose they have a history with those from off world, but not a good one?
"Huh. Maybe it's like one of those post apocalypse holovids. Those guys are all that is left after some great cataclysm or something. Ooo I hope it was a zombie plague, and not just some boring normal virus, that makes people hanging out at home for weeks on end, slowly spiraling into madness. That's the worst!"
As always, Tiktik will rummage around through the loot left behind for useful and valuable items.
"Hmm, a customs office. Maybe there we can ask why the local customs seem to include flinging pointy sticks at newcomers."
It could be worse. It could have been excrement instead of sticks, we may as well start looking around talek says nodding at the customs building before heading that way.
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The platforms are sturdy despite their age and disrepair, but it is still enormously uncomfortable walking across them, with the massive gas giant Nejeor VI spread out beneath you. You are close enough to see the layers of the planets atmosphere, with the whispy ammonia clouds over the striated bands of its base atmosphere.
For those unused to seeing such sights, it is both awe-inspiring and more than a little terrifying.
At the end of the platforms you set foot on the floating city proper.
Signs outside the building are written in an unknown script, but thanks to L's magic he can read them well enough.
"ISTAMAK DOCK MANAGEMENT"
The ancient building here looks to be in good enough repair to be safe to enter--indeed, it appears to have been occupied in the recent past. Simple graffiti is written on the walls--the characters are somewhat similar to the ones on the sign outside, but markedly different, and the languages they represent do not appear to be the same.
The building itself has little of interest. You get the feeling that a good deal of the interior has been stripped off, scavanged for other uses. Little remains--the bulkhead steel supports of the building, and a good deal of detritus--swarf from broken and cut steel, cloth, bones, and the like. A few simple sleeping pallets can be found here, but no one is occupying the building at present.
From outside, you can hear a commotion coming from the streets.
We should be careful and try to appear as non-threatening as possible.
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Well, seeing that the locals see us as demons, I feel that's going to be easier said than done. Especially since I now can't stop imagining Tiktik running around with a pitchfork and letting out maniacal laughter. We all know he'd get a kick out of that.
Our best option may be to be as stealthy as possible and remain unseen, try to avoid contact if possible. If that fails though there's always plan B. Jax grins from that last statement.
I do not want to fight if we don't have to, we are in there area and it may be easier said than done with me sneaking around.
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Looking out one of the many windows here, you see two groups of aliens fighting here. Both look very similar to the ones you saw on the landing pad, but you notice one group is wearing a prominent but crude symbol on their armor.
The group with the symbol on their armor seem to be prevailing, but one of the three aliens in that group seems badly wounded, although he still fights grimly on, firing a bow while his companions swing crude, makeshift axes.
Bepo laughs at Jax's comment. When we see the groups fighting. Should we do something? Hey L, maybe you could try to diffuse the situation.
Hmmm... one of those groups bears the Holy symbol of Talavet. Mostly known as a Kasathan goddess of community, self reliance, and tradition. If they are fighting another group, they were likely attacked, or otherwise had no choice.
Maybe the group with the symbol would be more willing to talk then instead of fighting.
Nodding to his team, L will try to find a way to get closer, but not too close to the fighting.
”Hello there. I realize this may not be the best time, but could you stop that? My curiosity at the situation has been piqued and I’d like to know why followers of Talavet are fighting here.”
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Signaling to everyone else in the party, while whispering over the comms, Hey guys, just in case negotiations fail we should get ready to rush in.
Jax then whispers over the comms to L. Hey, L. In case they understand you but don't back down, I can attempt to get them to lower their arms, if they dont shoot first.
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As L and the others approach, both groups look up, startled. The group without the Talavet symbols has been getting the worse end of the fighting, and takes advantage of the distraction to bolt, running off to the north.
The remaining group looks warily at you. Although they show no sign of understanding L's words, they lower their weapons as he speaks.
The wounded alien falls to the ground. He looks gravely wounded, and may be dying.
”Medic?”
Rags will approach the fallen stranger, with his hands out and in the open, being as unintimidating as possible.
If he can get close without causing tensions to rise, he'll try to asses the injuries.
And cast Mystic Cure at level 2.
Rags will approach the fallen stranger, with his hands out and in the open, being as unintimidating as possible.
If he can get close without causing tensions to rise, he'll try to asses the injuries.
And cast Mystic Cure at level 2.
The ears on the ysoki's head perk up as he hears the call for medic. He rushes over, eager to test out his new device. He spits the instinctive stabilizer and his trusty scalpel, "Rusty," into his hands, scans the body with the device and gets to work.
"What? Who put this here? This doesn't belong here." he mutters to himself during the impromptu surgery on a new species.