[PbP Gameday VIII][SFS 1-99] Scoured Stars Invation Tier 1-2 (GM Gustavef) (Inactive)

Game Master Andrew Harasty

I honestly thought Wisp Ally lasted longer. It's one round per level. Nevermind, it goes away. My apologies. I'll post something new in a moment.

Brook steps forward, brandishing the spear he has been carrying with him. He cocks his arm back and throws the spear at the remaining guard.

to hit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

piercing damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The spear then inexplicably returns to Brook's hands.

"returning" weapon fusion.

The Taclash has reach so Darin's move provokes.
Taclash Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Taclash Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Taclash Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

He then steps up and tries to trip the operative.

Taclash Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

A solid hit, but does not follow up with the trip

Everyone can go again

Starship Gaveyard-- Current Time (0:00)

Group conditions:
Round 2

Brookwillow
Darin 7 SP, 8 HP dmg
Second-1
Patterson LXII
Master Filament -- 21 SP/ 5 HP dmg
Officer Wilson -- Entangled

Kasathas Guard(green) 13 dmg

Recruit (Blue) -- Unconscious (NL)
Recruit (Red) -- Unconscious (NL)

I missed last round, but didn't get botted. Do I just miss the last round attack, or can I go ahead and roll it? I'll roll it, but ignore if that's how you want to handle it.

Last round attack: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 - 2 = 5
Nevermind

This round attack: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 2 = 16
Arc Pistol dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6 E nonlethal

Master Filament stands firm, sending two more arrows in the direction of the last foe(green guard).
Ranged (bow), full attack: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 4 = 16
Damage (P): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Ranged (bow), full attack: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 4 = 21
Damage (P): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

With Filaments bow shots and Wilson pistol, the last possessed starfinder goes down.

After battling the mind controlled Starfinders, you can continue searching the starship graveyard and make a terrifying discovery: dozens of Starfinders are currently comatose and held in secure stasis chambers.

You have time to rest and recover between the last mission and this

RECON MISSION 5: CITY OF THE ANCIENTS

The imposing vesk Radaszam, leader of the Acquisitives, stands near a large screen that displays a tidally locked planet labeled as Callion-2. “Starfinders,” He greets, in his pleasantly low voice, “I’m sure you’ll find this mission interesting. Our sensors have detected numerous communication signals broadcast from Callion-2. Because one side of the planet is always facing the sun, only a narrow habitable zone exists, but here’s the interesting part: the entire habitable area is covered in one big, technologically advanced megacity. Finding survivors, or at least useful information in the city, seems likely. I’ll upload mission data on your ship’s computer. Good luck and come back safely!”

Following the Radaszam’s instructions, you easily find the right location in the sprawling megacity to take their landing craft. You are able to find a suitable place to land on a rooftop. As you approach the destination, you realize the only living things in the city are plants and small insectile invertebrates.

Doing a quick scan with your equipment there are five locations the PCs can investigate within proximity of their landing zone. Strangely enough you can hear strange alien music (akin to distorted modern elevator music) playing in the background through loudspeakers integrated into the city’s buildings and infrastructure.

The locations to examine are

* Factory
* Library
* Military Base
* Residential Area
* Shopping Mall

Darin curses himself for misjudging an opponent as the lash wreaks much of his form. As the rest of the party mercifully is able to subdue the last afflicted Starfinder, the android injects himself with one of his healing serums.

Heal: 1d8 ⇒ 6

You taught your mentees well. he winces to Filament. A mixed blessing here.

And definitely using an RP for Stamina rest of the journey to the next planet

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As the Starfinder enter the abandoned city, Darin looks about. And then looks again: the last recon mission has made him wary.

Insectile and Flora intelligent species are of course common in the Vast and beyond, he looks towards Brookwillow. But the life forms nearby show no capacity for a society of this level.

He points to the horizon. If that is a library, the repository may indicate the species that developed this location. If not, residential quarters may also give insight into their form and capacities.

My vote would be library first. Second choice the residences.

Patterson stifles a yawn. "Sure, sure. Let's go, hey?"

Library:
With the exception of the ever-present alien music, this enormous building remains completely silent. Digital and physical records from the planet’s past fill shelves and data archives stretching for the equivalent of city blocks.

You can search through the records with Computers, Culture, Engineering, Life Science, Medicine, or Physical Science checks

First Seeker Luwazi Elsebo addresses the Society through communication devices across the Scoured Stars: “Starfinders, thanks to your efforts, we have gathered a large amount of data about the whereabouts of several groups of survivors from the first mission to the Scoured Stars. We have analyzed the data and now know enough to start locating and evacuating our friends and allies. We still need more intelligence on other groups of survivors, however, and we must continue to run reconnaissance missions at the same time.”

Table GM’s- You are now set to start Part 2, but remember Part 1 missions that are still open can still be accomplished. Keep in mind the only active missions are those that the House completed in Part 1.

First Seeker Luwazi Elsebo pings each of your comm devices. ”Our agents explored a starship graveyard on Agillae-5, where they found many more of our comrades kept comatose in stasis chambers. Our scientists are studying the strange technology so we can decide how to safely release them.”

Starship Graveyard location is now closed and The Cracked Mirror location is now open.

Brook takes a moment to assess his surroundings.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Perception check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Culture check, Aid Another: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Despite his dismissive tone when speaking of the library, Patterson does a fair job searching through the ancient records. He whistles along with the tinny music as he does so, focusing on the study to the exclusion of all else.

Brook will begin pouring over some children's picture books to start to get a handle on local flora and fauna, then confer with a fellow Starfinder on his findings.

Life Science, Aid Another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

You taught your mentees well. he winces to Filament. A mixed blessing here.

"Not well enough, alas, to keep them unharmed." Master Filament laments. "And that were not my only students on the initial expedition."

Also using an RP for Stamina rest of the journey to the next planet

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At the library, the ysoki searches.
Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Computers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Interesting Darin says as he looks up from analyzing the library records. It appears we are not alone here. Creature, humanoid, unspeicfied gender, is observing us from afar. Though appears quite shy.

Your study of the archives reveals information about a race known well advanced both culturally and technologically. They seems to be some six limbed creature that would move between 4 limbs as legs and 2 as arms, then going with 4 arms and 2 legs.

You also find a log entry about visitors whose description suggests the visitors were Starfinders, but the entry doesn’t reveal what happened to them.

You have gotten what you can here. Where next

Playing on a hunch about the possible whereabouts of his former, young students, Master Filament suggests, "Shall we go to the mall?"

Wilson nods. "Seems best next stop as any."

Playing on a hunch about the possible whereabouts of his former, young students, Master Filament suggests, "Shall we go to the mall?"

Darin nods. Today. he agrees.

As they walk, the android muses. Six-limbed species capable of transitioning from bipedal and quadripedal movement. The inhabitants sound like they may be izalguun. Read about them from the Society's logs.

Shopping Mall: In the shopping mall, the weird elevator music is louder than elsewhere. Robots place useless and deteriorated products on display, but no one is around to buy anything.

You will get the same information from the Residential area. So Factory or Base next

Brook thinks to himself that he could use some new bath towels. He begins looking around.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Brook shares the information he found. He might have found bath towels, but there won't be much left of them.

"It just me, or is this place in way better shape than you would expect from millenia of abandonment? Weird. Well, on to the military base then?"

Patterson shrugs. "They built to last, I guess. If that's the case, best we watch for automated defenses on the base, hey? Unless one of you has the right security code to hand?"

Possible the construction is superb. But I did notice at least one other being moving about. Perhaps this city is being tended to by a remaining force. Darin says. The android is cautious as they continue on towards the military base.[/b]

"That's right--you did mention that. Was the sophont you saw a hexapod, like the original builders?"

The military base houses the computers that make up the “brains” of this city. As you approach the figure yous saw before in the distant, materializes. You quickly realize this is a projected hologram interface. In a somewhat stilted, yet flat, common, it speaks. “[b]I am A-1. Administrator of this construction. Welcome! What is your purpose mission here?[b]”

Greetings, A-1! We are here looking for others such as ourselves, possibly stuck here for some times. I don't suppose there are any around that aren't from here originally?

Second-1 looks back at the group after he finishes his sentence, a little unsure of himself.

Brookwillow gives Second-1 a reassuring nod.

The hologram unflinchingly replies. "There have been no other recorded visitors in the past 18,385 cycles"

Master Filament closes his eyes for a few moments in meditation, before opening them once again.

"I have called upon my knowledge of the nature of matter and energy as well as depths of space. I was able to hone my senses, if only for an instance, to extend them out the distance of the nearest star--to plumb the reach of its gravitational pull and measure the expanse of the orbit of this planetary body." he declares. "And, thus, I have been able to conclude that 18,385 cycles...is a very long time, indeed."

Nodding towards A-1, Master Filament inquires, "And as for yourself? What is the purpose of your construction? And what is the nature of the other buildings here?"

The hologram replies. "I am the Administrator. I have been charged to keep this place running. And what is your purpose here? You can not be those the left here. You are too...small"

"We are Starfinders." Officer Wilson says proudly. "So, we are here to find out about ... those who left here. Do you know where they went? Why did they leave?"

Darin remains quiet. the others appear much more comfortably at...speaking.

He does however adjust his armor slightly to show as much of his synthetic skin as possible. Perhaps revealing that they have non-fully-organic life among the party will help calm this 'Administrator'

Master Filament is initially somewhat off put by the artificial construct referring to him as "small", but then the ysoki recalls what his android associate had mentioned earlier about multi-limbed creatures. Master Filament ponders aloud, "Perhaps, 'those who left here' were part of the race that we have come to know as the izalguun?"

At the mention of the izalguun, A-1 flickers. "I...recall that is their name. But they left. I was left in charage"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"sounds like you're the boss, then. Do you need help with anything here? We like to learn about new places, so any info about the world or the izaalgun would be appreciated."

Untrained Sense Motive check: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Patterson is unaware of anything out of the ordinary.

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Surely a powerful AI with control over such a complex must have seen something. Perhaps with your creators leaving you can understand loss as we feel for our friends and colleagues.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

"Some of our fellow Starfinders have encountered members of the izaalgun and found them to be worthy allies." notes Master Filament. "It was with their assistance that we uncovered the 'Tear' that allowed us to come to this world. Can you tell us anything about the object, which I once saw in a vision as resembling a oblong, crystalline orb?"

Turning to Second-1 "Yes. It is complex and it is time for you to go" With that you see/hear two drones with auto-canons

Combat Map

Only second can react before the drones open fire

PLACE-- Current Time (0:00)

Group conditions:
Round 1

Second-1

Drone - Red -- dmg
Drone - Blue -- dmg

Patterson LXII
Master Filament
Darin
Brookwillow
Officer Wilson

This is unnecessary!

Second-1's hand glows before transferring a spell to his weapon, which he then draws.

Standard: Cast Supercharge Weapon
Move: Draw weapon

"No, didn't say it was complex, like complicated, he said it was a complex, like ..." Wilson blinks at the drones and their auto-cannons. "Oh, cr--"

Each of the bots hover forward than fire. one at Second-1, one at Darin

Autocannon Attack - Second-1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 v KAC
cannon Dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 P
recoil: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Autocannon Attack - Darin: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 v KAC
cannon Dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 P
recoil: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Both shots hitting their marks

However the shot of the cannons send the drones back from thier own recoil. The bots were at the dots when they shot.

Everyone is up.

PLACE-- Current Time (0:00)

Group conditions:
Round 1

Second-1 -- 8 SP Dmg
Patterson LXII
Master Filament
Darin -- 5 SP Dmg
Brookwillow
Officer Wilson

Drone - Red -- dmg
Drone - Blue -- dmg

Master Filament shakes his head. "More fighting." he mutters under his breath. "Why must it always more fighting?"

The mote around the ysoki's head begins to glow then flashes into a suit of solar armor as Master Filament dashes for cover and draws a bow and arrow.

[ooc]Photon attunement 1[ooc]

Brook moves forward and throws his spear at one of the drones (Blue).

To hit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The spear then returns to Brook's hands.

It is certainly unclear. Darin says to answer Master Filament's rhetorical question. The re-bruised android attempts to hack the robot that shot him in order to throw off its thrusters as he fires his own shot at the creature.

Computer trick on Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Attack v EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 for Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1 plus trick?: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Wilson pulls his static arc pistol.

Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

I will try to identify immunities and vulnerabilities.

Patterson retreats to cover, drawing his heavy laser as he moves. He fires on the blue drone. "A mite unfriendly, hey?"

Azimuth artillery laser to drone, vs. EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Laser damage, if applicable: 1d10 ⇒ 7