Zoomba's Stumbling Society [SFS 2-06 & 2-08] (Inactive)

Game Master Zoomba

After looking again at his environmental protection from his armor, Eselar jumps out of ‘Bumpy’, sword in hand and heavy canon in two others.
He looks around to assess that no threat is visible and then tells his comrades, through the com, to follow him.

He starts moving toward the airlock door.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Bugface grabs their arc rifle and follows behind the knight. Bugface thrn tries to ascertain a way to open the doors.

Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Moxie steps out of the vehicle and draws her weapons. In one hand she wields her thunderstrike pistol, in the other hand she wields a stainless steel baton.

"Careful. I'm sure whoever was here before left a few security measures behind."

Moxie looks over the door for any tell-tell signs of tampering or recent modification.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Taking a careful look at the airlock Moxie, Bugface, and Eselar find the entryway to be well-sealed. No indication of tampering or heavy scarring mar the door. The electronic keypad that once locked the door seems to have lost power some time ago, and it takes just a few strong turns of the manual opening wheel to have the 10-foot wide door swing open to reveal the Aresenal beyond.

In front of you you see a lobby. A wide reception desk dominates the space, its surface embedded with cracked and dusty vidscreens. Dim red emergency lights glow faintly along the walls and from the ceiling 15-feet above the room's floor. They clearly illuminate several maggot husks, each over a foot long, covering the scratched metal floor.

Of course your eyes are more immediately drawn to the thing crouching behind the reception desk - a gigantic red beetle-like creature whoseporous exoskeleton is crawling with tiny maggots. As the airlock opens, is squeals at you, causing the maggots to wriggle frenzily on its back...

Initiative

Lucky Sevens
Eselar
That thing
Brock Laserforge
Moxie Moon
Bugface
Data

Bold are up!

Before moving, Eselar tries to recognize the thing to be sure it’s alive or susceptible to non-lethal damages.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Then he moves and strikes, calling for Iomedae’s favor if the thing is demonic or draconic.

Longsword (NL) vs KAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Damages, S: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

I don't see the demon-beetle on the map, so forgive me if the precise maneuvering needs to be adjusted.

Lucky snaps off a shot from her rifle, the bolt of electricity crackling with the extra energy that came with a lot of disabled safety settings.

Arc Rifle: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Electricity (Overcharge): 1d12 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 6 + (2) = 17

Rather than enter the room herself though, she gives off a short binaric blurt, and her mobile artillery emplacement, Sparky, rolls in to the room. It whoops in alarm as it spots more hostiles on the ceiling and opens fire in a torrential spray of acid!

Sparky's Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Liquidator Disintegrator Cannon: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 This targets a line, so Sparky's final position will be based on whether or not it's able to target multiples.
Acid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

As Eselar moved to fight the monstrosity, he remarks tiny ones near the entrance.

Be careful! There is a trio of tiny red insect-like creatures hovering near the ceiling on either side of the airlock!

Eselar rushes forwards to the large creature. He doesn't recognize it as anything unnatural Life Science to ID. It's not undead or extraplanar and from the denting his sword makes in its carapace is as vulnerable to the solarion's strikes as any.

Lucky Sevens' hit also scorches the creature, while its drone fire a line of acid up and beside the airlock entryway. In response, all of you see pair of tiny, vaguely wasp-like creatures fly down and towards the drone, their claws scratching against the drone's thick metal plating.

If Sparky has an AoO, it can take it, as the tiny creatures are entering its space.

Purple claw v KAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 for slashing damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Yellow claw v KAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 for slashing damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Meanwhile, the large being slashes back at Eselar over the broken desk with its own much larger claw. As it slices the knight, its carapace quivers and twitches as another of those tiny bugs emerges from it.

claw v KAC: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33 for slashing damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 5) + 11 = 21

Initiative

Lucky Sevens
Eselar 12/33 SP
purple tiny thing, 10 damage
yellow tiny thing
That Big thing, 35 damage, spawned 1
blue tiny thing
Brock Laserforge
Moxie Moon
Bugface
green tiny thing, 10 damage, at ceiling
Data

Bold are up!

Life Science: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

And Sparky's got no remaining limbs with which to make opportunity attacks :-|

You recognize the large creature as an apari - a 'living hive' Vermin whose exoskeleton is composed of millions of tiny grey maggots that are extremely mutable. The Apari's maggots can repair, replace, and adapt themselves to constantly reconfigure its carapace, making it immune to critical hits. It can also split part of itself to spawn more dangerous constituents - this process weakens the central Apari, but those constituent could later be reabsorbed into the hive if needed.

Initiative

Lucky Sevens
Eselar 12/33 SP
purple constituent, 10 damage
yellow constituent
Apari, 35 damage, spawned 1
blue constituent
Brock Laserforge
Moxie Moon
Bugface
green constituent, 10 damage, at ceiling
Data

Brock fires his jump jets, propelling him across the room toward the main swarm. As he moves, a curved sword appears in his hand. He swings it at the large swarm as he comes down for a landing.

Move action w/ jump jets. Swift: summon called weapon. Standard attack w/ sword

Sword attack vs main KAC: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
Sword damage: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21 S

If that hits, I will Cleave through to the blue constituent

Cleave attack vs blue KAC: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Cleave damage: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22 S

"Eselar, we have your back! Everyone, take it out! Hit it where we've already injured it!"

Moxie stays back, encouraging her wounded ally and pointing out the creature's weak points.

Using Inspired Boost to restore 17 Stamina to Eselar and using Get 'Em on the Apari to grant everyone a +2 to their attack rolls vs. it until Moxie's next turn.

Brock leaps to Eselar's aid, taking a rake from the surprised apari as he closes. But with Moxie's advice he manages to find a weak point in the vermin's defenses that carves away a portion of its carapace. The swing continues into the newly created constituent bug, splattering it against the floor.

AoO: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25 for slashing: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (3, 3) + 11 = 17

Initiative

Lucky Sevens
Eselar 29/33 SP
purple constituent, 10 damage
yellow constituent
Apari, 56 damage, spawned 1
blue constituent
Brock Laserforge 42/59 SP
Moxie Moon
Bugface
green constituent, 10 damage, at ceiling
Data

Bugface walks through the door. }Bugface has seen some ugly things but holy cow...}

Bugface's mechanical left arm puts off some static electricity that seems to run down into Bugface's rifle. Then Bugface shoots at the big one.

Rifle Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Shock Damage+Overcharge: 1d12 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 7 + (2) = 19

As Bugface's blast further damages the central Apari, the remainign spwan of it flies down to slash at them.

Claw vs KAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 for slashing damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Initiative

Lucky Sevens
Eselar 29/33 SP
purple constituent, 10 damage
yellow constituent
Apari, 56 damage, spawned 1
blue constituent
Brock Laserforge 42/59 SP
Moxie Moon
Bugface 47/56 SP
green constituent, 10 damage, at ceiling
Data

Looks like I have line of sight on green, purple and yellow without moving, as I'm assuming the doors stay open, if not, move me into the room and I one less missile on purple.
Data will magic missile focus fire on the purple one dmg: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 4) + 3 = 12

Eselar takes a guarded step to be able to flank with Brock and strikes the beast.

Longsword (NL) vs KAC: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 = 21
Damages, NL, S: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Thanks Moxie. Brock, if you want to fight with me, you can take a guarded step and flank the creature!

The focused energy of Data' magic blasts one of the insects swarming Sparky into nothingness.

Deeper in the room, Eselar's sword connects with the central hive body, which is looking significantly injured.

Initiative

Lucky Sevens
Eselar 29/33 SP
yellow constituent
Apari, 70 damage, spawned 1, Improved Get 'Em'd!
Brock Laserforge 42/59 SP
Moxie Moon
Bugface 47/56 SP
green constituent, 10 damage, at ceiling
Data

Lucky continues her barrage, blasting still more chunks out of the dead center-mass of the Apari!

"Sparky, shift your fire to my painted-priority!"

The drone gingerly extracts itself from the constituent gnawing at its gubbins and unleashes a spray at the big bug too.

Arc Rifle (Get 'em): 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 2 = 33
Electricity (Overcharge): 1d12 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 6 + (4) = 21 But no crits, right?

Liquidator Disintegrator Cannon: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Acid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

No crits, correct. However:

In concert with Eselar's thwack with the sword, the focused fire of Lucky and her drone causes the apari to slump over, unconscious. One of the smaller spawn continues to slash at Sparky in retaliation,

Attack v KAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 for slashing: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

but the last two tiny insects are able to quickly be mopped up.

Going to call it here, as you should easily be able to take the remaining two minor constituents out this round, which means
COMBAT OVER!!!

Sparky 7 damage
Eselar 29/33 SP
Brock Laserforge 42/59 SP
Bugface 47/56 SP

Strange creature...

Eselar looks around trying to find tracks or informations about who came here before them and the creature.
He lets his more knowledgeable comrades to use the computer.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Brock glances around, as he cleans the bug guts off his blade. "I can help if we want to try to access this computer, but someone else probably wants to take the lead on that ..." He slips the sword back into his starfinder backpack.

Computers(assist): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Wow that thing was hungry, but it cost him its life. Wonder if this place is filled with bugs?

{Let Bugface take a look.}

Computers: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Brock and Bugface move to the desk's computers to see what can be found, while Eselar gives the room a cautious scan. Maggot husks crunch under your feet as you walk, the floor covered in dried and spent vermin. They are especially thick in the room's south-western corners, where piles of rotting plants and a carcass sit. The kasatha can't make out exactly what the animal was, but it's been largely consumed.

There are also two thick security doors on either side of the room, with a touch panel next to each. Underneath the desk, he also notices a cabinet, with a sentinel staff, darksight goggles, and a tactical cluster launcher (loaded with four stickybomb grenades II, two ash grenades II, and two riot grenades III) within.

Poring over the computers installed into the reception desk, the hackers find the system to be mostly wrecked. The damage to the desk seems to have corrupted the information within, though you are able to extract a memo that seems to have been sent by the security team of the compound:

“PRIORITY NOTICE. Barachius squadron escalating access requests. Those pixel wings must think they run the place. Monitor and report all activity to security.”

Can everyone also make me a Will Save (Sparky does not need to)

Will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Eselar shows what he founds in the cabinet. I'm interested by the googles if no one wants it. he says

will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 I guess data reports everything he knows.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"You should take them. We need our soldiers being able to see. That grenade launcher looks like a pretty intense piece of military hardware, but if nobody wants to use it, we could divvy up the grenades. They taught me how to use them in Starfinder Academy and I still get a kick that I'm actually have a license to own and carry explosive devices, especially considering that a year and a half ago I wasn't allowed to drive."

Moxie scans the doors to see if they have any signs of being trapped.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"What do you think they mean by pixel wings? Think it might be some kind of AI or something?"

{Oh, Bugface would very much like to use that hardware. If splitting up the grenades is better for the crew Bugface won't argue but Bugface also gets a kick from blowing things up. One time Bugface got to fire a nuclear missile at a starship. It was one of the happiest days of Bugface's life.)

Bugface is proficient with heavy weapons.

Brock's eyes widen at the grenade launcher. When Bugface speaks, he nods slightly. "No, you go ahead and take that ... I'm more of a brawler anyway." He grabs the sentinel staff. "Anyone mind if I keep this with me for now?" He clicks the switch activating the stun setting. "Don't have much that's useful for taking someone alive."

A soldier should take the grenade launcher. It's pretty sweet; I'll be disappointed if it doesn't get used.

Bugface has proficiency with heavy weapon, that’s why he asks to take it.

I'm actually just waiting until level 8, which coincidently will be after we finish these 2 scenarios, to buy a spellcaster aegis armor and mount that exact weapon on it. This would give Bugface, who's not a he btw, an opportunity to try it out.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 +2 v. Mind Affecting

Lucky shrugs. "Pixelwings sounds like a name for AI to me."

Assuming Buface has the launcher for now
Brock Will Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

You secure and disperse the items in the cabinet anyone want the Sentinel Staff?. Two doors sit against the walls, offering access further into the Aresenal.

Where would you like to go?

Brock has it.

Once everyone is ready, Eselar opens the door in front of him.

{Bugface would not be surprised if pixel wings has something to do with the supposed angels.}

Bugface slings the arc rifle and holds the grenade launcher in awe, {Now this is cool.} Bugface notices that not everyone reacts to the weird sounds, {Did you guys hear that?}

Brock points with the staff in his hands to the "north" door. "Might as well head that way. One of you guys want to check to make sure it isn't trapped?" He turns toward Bugface. "Hear what?"

Eselar lays a hand on the panel, and the steel door slides up into the ceiling to reveal a small rectangular room. Inactive cameras and scanners cover the walls and ceiling, and single control console sits near a vidscreen next to both the door the kasatha stands by and another door at the other end. Unfortunately, glancing at the camera and surveillance equipment shows that the electronics’ circuitry is hopelessly corrupted.

"I heard it too. It could be something messingg with our minds. We should stay at high alert. We could run into anything here."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Moxie scans the console room for danger and listens for any more noises coming from inside the room.

I’ve heard nothing... are you sure?

Eselar looks around the room, hoping to find some clue about what happened here.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Brock taps the side of his helmet. "Hmm, nope, don't hear anything." He glances around the room as he moves to stand near the next door.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Moxie and Eselar don’t notice any clear threat in the chamber as you move through it. Based on the equipment here your best guess is that this was once some sort of surveillance and scanning room or checkpoint. The nature of its current state is unclear however.

The same is not true of the space beyond. At Brock’s touch the far door slides upwards to show a dusty room lined with computer terminals along most of the walls. Their vidscreens switch rapidly back and forth from blank screens, fritzes of static, and a series of error codes. Beneath the computer consoles sit a series of cabinets designed to house data drives, but they now stand in disarray as the drives have been ripped out. Frayed wires dangle and occasionally spark which rows and rows of data banks once stood.

Brock frowns, peering into the room. "Looks like someone's looted the place ..."

Eselar looks around for traps or hidden things in this new room.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

He then asks to his more knowledgeable comrades do you know what happened here? Is there some logic in the way this place was tripped of any data?

Once the place have been searched, and his comrades have been able to take the time needed to make their conclusions, he opens the door in front of him.

"Looks like someone took the servers out. They might have been trying to secure the data, or it could just be a scavenger looting it for parts. Let's keep moving."

"Ripped apart too violently for scavenging. You lose a lot of good parts like that."

Bugface tries to figure out if someone was trying to accomplish something here besides vandalism, and if so, what.

Engineering: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19

That includes the penalty. If computers is the more appropriate roll it has the same modifier but I can roll again for it if you prefer.

A closer look and the cabinets from which the databanks were removed shows that the drives seem to mostly have been extracted with precision – albeit in a seemingly hurried fashion. The dangling wires and glitching vidscreens aside, no stray parts or broken circuit boards have been left behind. Whoever or whatever ripped out the processors took them to somewhere else.

Eselar’s opening of the next door unveils an L-shaped room with a massive metal hatch in the floor dominating its northwest corner. The rest of the space is crowded with computer terminals – all of them powered off. As the door slides up however, a figure standing in the new chamber calls out to you in anger as it raises a gleaming rifle at you!

Intruders!Stop-state-your-purpose!This-place-is-not-for-you!

The figure’s face is mostly covered by a shining silver helm and its voice barks out at a rapid-fire clip. In fact, each of you hear its words in your own native tongue A sword dangles on its belt outside of a set of sleek glowing armor. Most strikingly, a pair of wings are spread out behind it, wings that appear to be made of pure arcing electricity. Mysticism check might ID