[SFS-GM Skeemo] 1-07 The Solar Sortie (Inactive)

Game Master Christopher Wasko

"'Pending on what comes outta them doors, I might toss a web grenade at 'em to slow em down. Otha' wise, I usually blast em with the reaction Cannon and let them close the distance before I switch ta my hammer or taclash."

Buster slings his cannon and scrambles up one of the pedestals, hoping to rev up the crowd while also getting a more tactical view of the battlefield.

Athletics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"Let me know, then. You've got to act quickly after I order the energy components of your weapon."

I'll take offensive abilities and KAC. Fixit can pick up the rest.

While waiting Spider twist his cane and unsheathe the sword hidden in it. He lifts his hand to present the weapon to the audience.

With one of his other hands, he picks up his pistol which he holds close to his body.

While doing that Spider moves a bit south from the group to have some moving ground around him.

I am not sure if we can move on the map. If we are supposed to begin in that closed space feel free to move me back.

Not entirely sure how the crowd get to see an acrobatics or athletics check. Then thinks maybe the got a giant vid screen of the tunnel

Regarding the alien, Ears relays that the creature's boney hide makes it tough to harm with kinetic weapons (KAC 15), and that it's most well-known for its propensity to liquify its prey's bones with a unique venom in its saliva to feed on the minerals within (bite deals 1 Con damage, negated with a DC 11 Fort save). Fixit adds that the creature can spit its venom at targets within 30 feet, and that it's somewhat easier to hit with energy weapons (EAC 13).

The audience doesn't seem all that enthused by the Medium-sized members of your troupe, but the ysoki and halfling's physical antics riles the crowd into a frenzy. Meanwhile, the handlers hustle back into the rear arena door, then remotely detach the harness clips securing the crest-eater in place. Realizing it's free, the beast looks toward you and springs into action!

The beast charges ahead, lunging at the nearest target: Buster!

The athletic ysoki springs from the pedestal, causing the wild beast to crash into the terrain! The audience goes ballistic!

Round 1 (bold may post)
Mustachio
Gordon
Buster
Spider
Ears
Fixit
Round 2
Crest-Eater (charged)

Gordon tries to trick shot the beast with his pistol He moves to the side trying to keep the pillar between him and the beast and fires

Ears watches Buster go where corporate technology consultants fear to tread. He jabbers frantically, "Aaaah! It seems bloodlust has gotten a hold on our friend and he has forgotten my plan. Buster! Stay calm! Don't panic! Wait for me!"

Reaching the warrior ysoki, Ears yells frantically, "Which weapon!?"

Cast supercharge weapon on whatever weapon Buster indicates. Adds 4d6 to damage.

"Attack it, my pretties! Obey the commands of the mighty Piped Piper!"

Get em applied, +1 for everyone to hit

Then Mustachio fire his rifle!

Huchket Rifle w/ damage: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 = 201d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Fixit dashes around the edge of the arena before taking careful aim with his specially adapted weapon and letting loose...

Azimuth Laser Rifle vs EAC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9
Overcharge Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + (5) + 3 = 12

Hell's Bells, I didn't think that thing would get the jump on me.

Ears, I haven't posted an action for Buster yet, but he does go before Ears in the initiative. His starting position is due to him working the crowd by climbing one of the arena pillars before combat, not from moving into melee to attack the crest eater. I'm guessing that you are wanting him to delay so that Ears can overcharge his weapon?

Buster pulls a metal cylinder from a sheath on his belt and with a flick of his wrist releases a ten foot nylon cord. Buster gently twirls the nylon cord around his head until the technomancer can move up to cast his spell upon it, then cracks the arcanely charged whip at the cresteater's eyes.

Taclash, reach: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 = 22
Non-lethal, slashing: 1d4 + 7 + 4d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + (4, 2, 5, 1) = 22

Spider keep flanking, walking slowly behind Buster and Ears while doing so he addresses the crowd

"Here we can see the beginning of next great victory of Piped Piper! Look how the beast is struggling to fight his horde!"

While doing the show Spider pretends to be only the observer, not participating in the fight. As soon as he walks out of the pillar and has a clear shot at the monster he takes a shot with his pistol.

Bluff trick attack: 1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 4 = 15
Trick attack extra damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Range attack against KAC: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 = 11
Damage semi-auto pistol: 1d6 ⇒ 4

However, his movement was too obvious and neither the crowd nor the beast was fooled by his actions. His shot at the crest-eater leg ricocheted to the ground.

Mustachio plants a slug in the oncoming alien's hide, but the death knell comes when Ears superpowers Buster's taclash. The weapon pulses with vibrant magical energy, which Buster whips down into the beast's hide. The energy discharges with a flash, knocking the crest-eater cold. The audience roars with excitement as the surprised handlers emerge from the rear door to drag the unconscious alien back to its pen.

Combat over!

As they do so, an attractive, muscular korasha lashunta with reflective glasses struts through the northern door (art in slides). He casually walks over the defeated crest-eater, stepping over the slumped beast with a skip. He lowers his sunglasses to reveal dilated pupils and flashes a toothy grin. “Stellar,” the lashunta man slurs. He glances at the floor and his smile changes to a look of disgust. He takes an exaggerated step over the bare ground as though trying to avoid an object there and trips, falling face first into one of the metal pillars on the arena floor. He immediately springs back up and dusts himself off as the crowd laughs. “You killed two of those things? In, like, six seconds?! That’s amazing!” The lashunta holds out a hand in greeting. “I’m Envar—Envar Tamm. You’ve probably heard of me. I know, I know, I’m way more handsome in person. It’s a pleasure to meet me, I’m sure. Now, tell me all about you; I want to know all about my new best friends.”

He rushes over to Mustachio and catches him in a one-sided embrace, opened up for Envar to whip out his comm unit at take a selfie with the ysoki all in the background. "You, my man, are amazing! How'd you do that thing with your face? I feel like you should be an actor or something! Have I seen you before?"

Mustachio stares at this braggart incredulously. Who does this guy think he is? Pleasure to meet me, he says?!? How... arrogant! How... distasteful! I hate him! If he only knew who he was dealing with... Pleasure to meet me?? Pleasure to meet... me! But no... no... must remain in character. I am an actor! The leading man!

"Hello, sir. Of course you've seen me before. It is I, the Piped Piper, handlers of the ysoki Horde of Death! And of course, they have lived up to their name, have they not?"

bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Spider walks toward Envar hiding his weapons.

"Of course, famous Envar Tamm. We fought long and hard for the ability to meet you and be part of the greatest gladiator fights in the galaxy. I must say all the information that we've heard are not reflective of your greatness."

With that, he bows modestly to the host. Some might think how Spider is able to say that with the straight face, but maybe the reason why he bows is to hide his smirk.

If Mustachio tries doing any diplomacy check, Spider with his flatteries tries to aid him in that.

"You came all this way just to fight for me? Now that's a fan! Clearly you all get the VIP package! Come, I'll give you the grand tour, show you the whole station! Follow me, rockstars!"

Envar leads you out of the auditorium and down a hallway to the elevator, miming plating a flute and whistling off key as he goes. A holo-projection of Ilia Tamm pops up in the hallway as you pass (art in slides), reciting a canned message: “Security is important to Arch Energy. Remember to reset your computer passwords once a week. Use a 16-character password that does not contain any recognizable words or patterns to increase its security.” Envar rolls his eyes at the projection and sighs, “I told you, Mom, I can’t remember all those letters and numbers. That’s why it’s still— woah, wait, where’d she go?”

I assume you all follow Envar, but you can detail your actions here. More detailed post to follow tomorrow, busy day today.

"I HATE passwords and computers, don't you, Frind Envar? That's why I always write down my passwords on a sticky note and keep it on the edge of the computer screen. What's your strategy for remembering it?"

diplomacy w aid: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 10 + (6) + 2 = 29

RP'ing along

"That is an interesting technique Mr. Piper. I need to try it out. Till now I simply used 'Password1'. And when the policy forced me to change it I used 'Password2' and so on. Haha. Those passwords are so annoying that I need to help myself with them."

Buster grumbles under his breath when Mustachio introduces the party to Tamm. "Handle me, will ya? I'll handle you. Handle you head first into a trash compactor, I will."

Buster grunts and follows along, glaring at the clearly intoxicated lashunta with unconcealed disgust.

A' course an idiot pesh head like this has been put in charge a' things. This'll be easy. Just gotta keep this gooba alive long enough to steal the company secrets from out unda' him.

"Ya, know, since we're heroes and all that maybe ya' got a reward fer us or sumthing? Or at least a steak dinner and a couple a' drinks on the company account?"

Might as well squeeze this sucka fer all he's worth. Don't hurt t' try.

Ears pulls Fixit aside, "What do you think is going on with Tamm? Is it just the drugs or is his tech haywire?"

As the follow along Ears tries to determine the answers on his own.

Medicine, untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Life Science: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Fixit quietly studies their mark as the the charismatic part of their crew works on the man.

”I’m 100% sure but I have a theory...”

Medicine: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Life Sciences: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Can roll Engineering or Computers as well if need be

"I can't wait to hear it."

Engineering and computers !! I'll just roll.
Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Computers: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

@Fixit and Ears: It's blatantly obvious that Envar is tripping on interdimensional pesh.

Envar looks straight into Mustachio's eyes, revealing his own heavily dialated pupils, and points at his own temple. "My man, I got my personal override passcode right. Up. Here. It's not going anywhere unless Mom makes me change it." He lowers his hand slightly, and stares into space. "...unless it, like, drips out my ear or something. Weeeeird."

In response to Buster, he snaps his fingers and points directly at the ysoki warrior. "I like the way this little man thinks! Right now, your username is 'Gladiator Champions,' and your password is PARTY! My friends, we're going to the Eclipse Lounge! Stellaaaaaaar!" He yells as he sprints down the walkway, with few passing employees even bothering to look up at him.

--

You catch up to Envar at a gray metal elevator with a glass window that allows you to watch the employees at work as you descend to level two. A holoprojection of Ilia Tamm announces each level as you pass, and a chime sounds as the glass doors slide open to reveal a dimly lit hallway ending in glass double doors emblazoned with a crescent sun and the word “Eclipse.” As you approach, another holo-projection of Ilia Tamm appears and announces, “Your rest cycle and mental health are important to your productivity. Please enjoy your recreation time responsibly during your noncontracted hours.”

A small foyer leads to a large open room furnished with hovering black marble tables and dark-orange leather booths. A semicircular bar occupies most of the north wall, its multiple tiers backlit in blue and purple neon where glowing, flaming, and frothing drinks are served. A small holoscreen above the host stand in the foyer broadcasts an image of a scowling shirren in a white chef’s hat accompanied by the text “Chef Ghornak personally endorses Eclipse with a five-nova review!”

Envar prances over to the maitre-de's podium, manned by an android in a sharp white suit with an orange tie. Check it out, these are my new besties! We here to get sloshed! Piper, check it out, my buddy Magisterial Chef Ghornak Ryzcech featured the Eclipse Lounge here on his reality broadcast and provided his own downloadable hospitality interface for all android employees. Sick, right?!" He doesn't wait for a response, jumping through the crowd to get to the bar.

The android rolls his eyes. “It’s completely degrading. Sadly, anticorp hacktivists got their hands on the program, and now I have an excuse to be rude to customers. Oh, my apologies, may I offer you a hot towel? I can also check your coats and weapons, if you'd like?”

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Behind the glass doors, an all-android waitstaff cater to customers in the Eclipse Lounge. A kasatha bartender with two additional cybernetic arms, mixes and serves drinks to patrons with all six arms. She turns to you ask you rejoin Envar and asks, “Would you care for a cocktail, or perhaps service at our premium gas bar? We carry oxygen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen— whatever suits your pleasure.”

Envar pounds the bar. "No, Tolara! We're right by the sun, so clearly we're thirsty! Your priciest Veskarium whiskey, on the rocks! What'll it be, friends? First round is on your best friend Envar!"

Spider walks after Envar. He looks around with interest around the "Eclipse". While they pass the maitre-de he passes his cylinder, cape and pistol saying:

"I prefer to depart with my weapon before the party. Being drunk and armed never had proved to be a good idea."

Spider leaves the cane with him. For a moment he feels out of place in his weird makeup and his tux. But then he looks at Envar in his clothing, Gordon with artificial fur and Mustachio looking like a 3-year-old on a first costume party, and he decided that he actually looks great. With that, he walks straight to the bar, hearing about Veskrium whiskey he responds:

"Don't mind if I do!"

Taking a glass he takes a sip and asks:

"What kind of other attractions does your lounge have? Karaoke? Dancing? We should use this evening as best as we can!"

"Slap me me some Veskrium whiskey friend barkeep-- but put a blast of carbon dioxide in it first. Whiskey Soda, Friend Envar. It is all the rage on Absalom Station. Drink up, drink up, goes down easy!"

I wonder if we get him to pass out we can use his retinal scans to get into his computer.

@Fixit and Ears: It's blatantly obvious that Envar is tripping on interdimensional pesh.

And here I was building up a nice conspiracy theory....

Ears accepts the Veskarium whiskey, but nurses it carefully. Pulling out his spare comm unit, he tries 'Gladiator Champions,' and 'PARTY! ' to get into the local infoshpere and poke around.

What privileges and access do we have with that account?

Maybe we could just rip out his eyes? Seems like he wouldn't notice.

"Back in the Corps, we used ta use Vesk whiskey fer cleanin' the latrines. I'yll take summa that Akitonian tekeala over there. And I want tha biggest steak yer legally allowed t' serve me. Sumthin grassfes, I don't wanna eat no Numeat or soya steak today."

Buster whispers to Ears, "Ya thinkin' a just takin' this gooba's eyes out and leavin' him in a utility closet too? Let's jest wait till after he pays the tab."

Envar's eyes widen. "Woah, you drink Akitonian drinks for fun? We just used them for dares back on my friend's yacht on Castrovel! You really are the real deal, killer rat man! Tell you what, next we should—"

He is interrupted by a female ysoki comparable to Buster in physical build, with battered armor and chunks missing from her ears and face, including a cybernetic eye (art in slides). "Envar, you have my money?"

Envar's face brightens. "STELLAR! Two killer rats together in one bar! Razor, you should hit up my new friends here! You know the Pied Piper? He and his fighting-dancing ysoki are the bomb! We should all team up and form our own gladiatorial company, go fight in the real pits on Akiton! Hear me out, we just—"

The ysoki, Razor, shakes her head. "Yeah, I lost interest like ten seconds ago." She snaps her fingers and two towering vesk emerge from the crowd behind her, with many of the patrons shying away from what is clearly about to be a conflict. She looks at you with her good eye. "If you don't want to be collateral damage, why don't you step aside and enjoy your drinks. Envar has not been a good client, lately. Shake him down boys."

Do you intervene?

"Whoa whoa whoa. We are having a nice drink with Friend Envar here."

Mustachio stands up. "Why...don't...you-" [tap...tap...tap... in the shoulder] ...bugger off, or you'll see the power of the Piped Pipers wrecking crew."

intim: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Spider curses the moment when he thought that his pistol will not be needed. Seeing where things are heading he walks toward the bar, spilling the rest of his drink on his clothing. He orders a bottle of cheapest rum and slowly walks toward Mustachio talking under his breath, taking sips from time to time.

Is Stellar someone that I could have heard as a Space Pirate. Theme knowledge allows me to reduce the DC of recalling info on low lives, smugglers and others. If there is something I will roll culture check if you need one.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

He put an arm around Mustachio and blinks pretending to be drunk and unable to fight.

Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

"Leave Envar .... alone!"

Envar's eyes widen. "Woah, you drink Akitonian drinks for fun? We just used them for dares back on my friend's yacht on Castrovel! You really are the real deal, killer rat man! Tell you what, next we should—"

"We only drank it 'cause we didn't have anything better."

The ysoki, Razor, shakes her head. "Yeah, I lost interest like ten seconds ago." She snaps her fingers and two towering vesk emerge from the crowd behind her, with many of the patrons shying away from what is clearly about to be a conflict. She looks at you with her good eye. "If you don't want to be collateral damage, why don't you step aside and enjoy your drinks. Envar has not been a good client, lately. Shake him down boys."

"Whoa whoa whoa. We are having a nice drink with Friend Envar here."

Mustachio stands up. "Why...don't...you-" [tap...tap...tap... in the shoulder] ...bugger off, or you'll see the power of the Piped Pipers wrecking crew."

"Or maybe they won't. Why don't you do some of the heavy lifting for once?" Ears lifts his glass to Razor and tips it back. He looks at Fixit and jerks his head toward the door before pushing back from the bar and heads for the door. As he passes just behind the vesk his hand drops to the butt of his pistol.

"We only drank it 'cause we didn't have anything better."

Buster raises his glass before slamming most of the bitter tequila down. "Cheers t' that."

Buster looks the vesks up and down then turns his gaze towards Razor. With a sigh he hops off the bar stool and approaches her.

"How about ya' listen to the Pied Piper here and come around to have yer little conversation with Envar afta' we're done with em? You don't wanna mess with a guy who'd step outta his apartment dressed like that. Guy's gotta be crazy to walk aroun' inna a gitup like that."

Buster leans in to whisper into Razor's most intact ear. "And I'm crazy, too, baby. Just try me n' see how crazy I can get."

Intimidate:Aid Mustachio: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Obviously Buster does not come across as particularly intimidating.

If Razor and Vesks didn't go away yet.

Spider drunk shifts towards Buster offering him a bottle and says quietly:

"We should provoke a fight here and now. Otherwise, she will set an ambush later on."

Below spoiler assumes that Razor and Vesks are close enough that I can touch them

"You really want to pick a fight with the crew that took out a crest eater in 6 seconds flat"

intimidate aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Gordon reaches to his pistol

Taking the hint from Ears, Fixit stands mumbling his disgust and walks past the new arrivals towards the door.

Cool, Fixit. It's a simple plan. When the fight starts, I'll supercharge your weapon. You shoot them in the back.

@Relij: The ysoki is Razor, the most prominent transdimensional pesh dealer on Brilliance (and in all likelihood Envar's supplier).

Razor's brow furrows. "You serious? You're really jumping into this? For this joker?" She shrugs. "Your call. Jex, Rethl, rough 'em up. Start with the hotshot." She draws a pistol and points to Mustachio.

Round 1 (bold may post)
Gordon (unarmed)
Ears (unarmed)
Green vesk
Mustachio (get 'em, unarmed)
Buster (unarmed)
Blue vesk
Fixit (unarmed)
Spider (unarmed)
Round 2
Razor

Ears slaps Fixit's laser rifle to boost its power. Then his automatic clears his holster and swings up to point at Razor.

"Just walk away, Razor."

Supercharge weapon on Fixit's rifle. +4d6 damage

Gordon pulls his pistol and tries to get a clear shot before shooting at Razor

laser pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
laser damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5(nonlethal)

"You will change your tune when you hear him play"

Gordon: If you're using your azimuth laser pistol, it's 1d4 lethal fire damage.
Damage (F): 1d4 ⇒ 3

Gordon's shot hits home, causing Razor to wince. Meanwhile, one of her vesk goons pulls a steel doshko from a strap on his shoulder, taking a swing at Mustachio. The points sink into the lashunta's belly, doubling him over and drawing blood.

Round 1 (bold may post)
Mustachio (get 'em, unarmed; -18 SP, -1 HP)
Buster (unarmed)
Blue vesk
Fixit (unarmed)
Spider (unarmed)
Round 2
Razor (-3 HP)
Gordon
Ears (unarmed)
Green vesk

Buying and slotting Champions Boon Dataphiles

First use of Contractors respect Social boon (Desna) from Ashes of discovery

Acquiring use of Flash Compliance Ray laser pistol (armoury) For this scenario only

range 60 ft 1d6F Critical Blind 20 charges Nonlethal damage

Also Starship boon Monster slayer

Is what I thought I was using

Ah, I see. Yes, you’re right then. I’ll correct the stats next post.

Mustachio takes a heavy hit and steps backwards.

"I...ugh...the Piped Piper isn't a front line kinda of guy... Ow... Get him, my crew! Please?"

Not doing get him, instead inspiring boost on self to regain 10 SP

I think they're doing Get Em on you, Mustachio. Envoys are pretty common bad guys.

Buster steps backwards as he pulls the taclash out of his belt and flicks the long nylon cord out of the handle. Buster spits a small package wrapped in paper out of his mouth into his free hand and flings it into the crowd of toughs. The package emits three quick beeps and then explodes, spraying sticky pinkish orange foam webs all over the bar.

Drawing a weapon as part of a guarded step, swift action to take a grenade out of his check pouch and standard action to throw the grenade. The taclash in his hand has reach.

Web Grendade, MK I: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Mire, Difficult Terrain, 1d4 rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"Come 'n get me, ya over grown geckos!" the mercenary shouts, cracking the taclash in the air above the vesks threateningly.

@Mustachio: I don't think you can use Inspiring Boost on yourself. The RAW specifically says it's usable on an ally. I'll delay the rest of your action but give you your standard action back.

@All: See the Discussion tab; would you rather I bundle you and the baddies together starting in Round 2 and moving forward?

Mustachio staggers back, allowing Buster to pop his web grenade in the thugs' midst. Several tavern-goers flee the violence, some getting bits of orange synthetic foam in their hair as they pass by. The vesk grits its teeth, muscling through toward Mustachio and attacking, but missing as his weapon gets caught in the gunk.

Round 1 (bold may post)
Mustachio (STANDARD ONLY; get 'em, unarmed; -18 SP, -1 HP)
Buster
Blue vesk
Fixit (unarmed)
Spider (unarmed)
Round 2
Razor (-5 nonlethal)
Gordon
Ears (unarmed)
Green vesk

Spider decides to bite off for attacking Mustachio. He turns the handle on his cane and pulls out a small. With a hand holding a sword sheath he hit Vesks elbow hoping to hide his true intent. Immediately after he makes a fast stab with his sword aiming at a tie of a Vesk (green one).

Move action: draw a weapon.
Standard action: attack.

Swordcane attack vs KAC: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage if hit, piercing: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Given his slow reactions, his attack was fast enough to hit a tie of a Vesk. Yet he is unsure if it did any damage.

"So far so good, stay sober and fast."

As the Vesk pushes it's way through the gunk, Buster cracks his whip at the vesk's face and hands.

Taclash, AoO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Non-lethal: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

sorry. I’ll change that action to get em then, on the blue vesk.

Fixit spins on his heel as he pulls out his now quietly buzzing rifle. Eyes widening, he quickly tinkers with the gun further to take best advantage of the extra power before blasting at full force at Razor.

Seeing the blaze of fire issuing from his rifle and smashing into Razor, Fixit turns to Ears with glee...

"Best friends for life!"

Fire the Cannon!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Overcharged Supercharged Fire Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1d6 + 4d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (2) + (3, 1, 6, 3) = 19
Extra Crit Burn Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

First time I've ever crit'd in a SFS game and I'm up to almost 20. Just does auto double damage right?

Extra Crit Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1d6 + 4d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (4) + (5, 2, 2, 1) = 20

"Best friends for life." Ears nods his agreement, and smiles in satisfaction at Razor's smoking corpse.

Nice rolls. {understatement}

On the other hand, if Razor survived -- codswallop!