The strange pet advances deliberately, pausing behind a rock.
1. Rar'gul
2. Enemy red
3. Dr. Flint-Bridge
4. Enemy yellow [DEAD]
5. T'sorkel
6. John (-9)
7. Pokotho
8. Enemy green
"You got it, John," Rar'gul rumbles and moves to position himself between T'sorkel and the strange beast. As he moves, the trox reaches over a broad shoulder and smoothly draws his hammer.
Electricity crackles to life around the weapon and he hurls it, end over end, toward the beast.
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Lilly’s eyes widen as she reads her micro lab’s display.
“When tha’ thing gets closer, we’re gunna lose comms. It puts out a field that can drain the charges outta our gear. Hit it with everything you’ve got — there's no immunities or resistances. Not vulnerable to nuthin’ neither.”
As the thing advances on Rar’gul, Lilly does some quick mental math and frowns. “T’sorkel, can ya' tell that to Rar’gul with your telepathy? Ah’m afraid he’s already lost comms with us.”
Rar'gul hits the beast with his storm hammer, causing it to shudder!
The "steward" moves forward, pulling out a pistol as he does. He fires at John.
1. Rar'gul
2. Enemy red
3. Dr. Flint-Bridge
4. Enemy yellow [DEAD]
5. T'sorkel
6. John (-14)
7. Pokotho
8. Enemy green (-12)
While he's absolutely tapped out, T'sorkel draws his bioweapon and fires at the attacking creature.
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Pokotho scrambles forward as the firefight erupts. Rar'gal! Rar'gal! Comms are out! When the Reptoid Dog thing gets too close, it shuts down all our tech. Pokotho communicates telepathically.
Then drawing a bead on one of the approaching Reptoids, Pokey proceeds to fire wildly with a clear lack of aptitude, attempting to help John.
Despite the effect of being entangled, the strange creature {ooc](green)[/ooc]moves as fast as it can toward T'sorkel, slashing at him upon arrival.
1. Rar'gul
2. Enemy red (-8, affected by covering fire)
3. Dr. Flint-Bridge
4. Enemy yellow [DEAD]
5. T'sorkel (-15)
6. John (-14)
7. Pokotho
8. Enemy green (-33, encumbered and entangled)
As the creature closes on T'sorkel, Rar'gul reaches a hand to grab at the creature and then push it away from his friend.
Rar'gul lands another punishing blow on the strange pet that is revenously attacking. Clearly, it is on it's last legs.
The "Steward" near John produces a wicked-looking sword and takes a swing!
1. Rar'gul
2. Enemy red (-8, affected by covering fire)
3. Dr. Flint-Bridge
4. Enemy yellow [DEAD]
5. T'sorkel (-15)
6. John (-23)
7. Pokotho
8. Enemy green (-33, encumbered and entangled)
T'sorkel screeches both audibly and psychically in pain as the creature mauls him. He scrambles back, too mentally exhausted to even grasp at the Archive. He raises his bioweapon and fires focused sound at the thing again.
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John grunts when his sword can't fend off the steward's heavier blade. He feigns an awkward step back to draw the steward in, then circles his narrow sword around the steward's and darts it inward in hopes of drawing blood.
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If trick attack works v DC (20+CR), target is flatfooted v all attacks for 1 round. and
Dr. Flint-Bridge stings the guard with her injector pistol, though her biohack doesn't quite have its full effect.
The "steward" has to keep his head down as Pokotho fires wildly in his direction.
1. Rar'gul
2. Enemy red (-16, affected by harrying fire, encumbered)
3. Dr. Flint-Bridge
4. Enemy yellow [DEAD]
5. T'sorkel (-15)
6. John (-23)
7. Pokotho
8. Enemy green (DEAD)
Rar'gul spies John engaged with the lone remaining foe and, stomping over, intends to do something about it.
The "steward" backs away from the imposing form of Rar'gul and swings his hooked sword at John.
1. Rar'gul
2. Enemy red (-16, affected by harrying fire, encumbered)
3. Dr. Flint-Bridge
4. Enemy yellow [DEAD]
5. T'sorkel (-15)
6. John (-32)
7. Pokotho
8. Enemy green (DEAD)
Encouraged by his previous shots and taking down the beast, T'sorkel sets over to help finish the last one off. However, the Shirren's luck runs out as he fires over the guard's head.
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Doesn't matter how much finesse you have, sometimes energy and weapon weight are what really matters.
John barely turns the steward's blade aside, but wrenches his wrist in the process. A now familiar warmth fills him and he can feel life seep into the mangled joint as the pain fades away from the halfling's inspiring words.
He shuffles around the steward , gestures wildly with his pistol and thrusts for his enemy's throat.
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If trick attack works v DC (20+CR), target is flatfooted v all attacks for 1 round. and
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Pokotho levels his pistol, closes his eyes and turns his head away from his target, and shoots. He's an awful shot. Like, truly terrible, and it zips over the "Steward's" head.
The shot is even more awful that his normal terrible aim, whizzing past John closer than it did the Steward. "Oops! Oh! Sorry!" Pokey exclaims nervously.
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"Honorless weapons," John comments while he searches the body quickly. "These batteries are decent though. "
Unless someone claims them, he tosses the batteries into his pack.
The man straightens up. "Let's see what's inside the station."
John moves to the doorway and flattens himself against the wall beside it.
He listens for a few seconds. If he hears nothing he peeks diagonally through the doorway so that he can see the west end of corridor beyond and doesn't greatly expose himself. If he sees nothing he jumps across the doorway so that he can look to the east and north.
T'sorkel waits for the others to enter the doorway, leaning against the outside wall, catching his breath. The Shirren looks exhausted and he holds his hand against his head. We need to get through and find a ship. Quickly.
He leans down and tries to tap into the memories of the fallen guard.
T'sorkel waits for the others to enter the doorway, leaning against the outside wall, catching his breath. The Shirren looks exhausted and he holds his hand against his head. We need to get through and find a ship. Quickly.
He leans down and tries to tap into the memories of the fallen guard.
You all note that the dead "steward" slowly shifts his form from human to his natural reptilian form.
Whatever shuffling was happening beyond the doorway has stopped.
Rar'gul grunts as th Steward shifts back to its natural form.
The trox nods once in reply to Doc's query.
Extending a massive hand in the direction of the fallen beast, he rumbles a phrase in Nchaki and his hammer materialises in his palm.
"Let's go knockkk and see who's home, shall we?" he rumbles, hefting his hammer as he approaches the door.
The door is partially cracked open. There is dim light coming through the crack. It's quiet...TOO quiet...
Lilly nods to Rar’gul and John.
“Let’s do this.”
She slips quietly around the corner and checks the hallways, holding her pistol ready.
[dice=Stealth]1d20+14
[dice=Perception]1d20+15
Dr. Flint-Bridge is fairly certain she hears guards silently waiting just around the corner on the north end of this corridor.
T'sorkel shuffles in after the Doctor, his antennae twitching as he tries to sense if anything is moving.
Rar'gul gives a brief nod in reply to John's instruction.
"I'll set the tempo," he softly buzzes. Holding his hammer aloft, he sets a deliberate march along the corridor.
Anticipating trouble, he lowers the weapon's head to his palm as he approaches the corner, ready to swing into action.
Rar'gul advances toward the far corner, where he is met with a hail of gunfire from a pair of "stewards."
[ooc]Miss!
One of the "stewards" then retreats down the hall, turning to fire again at Rar'gul.
1. Enemy green
2. John Rawlins
3. Rar'gul (-16)
4. T'sorkel
5. Dr. Flint-Bridge
6. Pokotho
7. Enemy red
"It seems you werre just as rready forr us as we werre forrr you," Rar'gul rumbles to the closest "steward" . "Well, almost," he adds, thrusting his open palm toward his opponent's chest, before quickly turning his arm out and grabbing for their arm.
T'sorkel follows warily, though he hangs back to avoid being in the fray. The Shirren is breathing heavily even not in immediate danger. You see his eyes lose focus for a few moments before he regains composure and holds his bioweapon at the ready.
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John follows Rar'gul with a hand on the trox' back. Stays to the side to look around the trox' bulk. When the gunfire starts John curses, slips by the trox, takes three quick steps, and tries to run up the wall, over and past the 'steward'. His foot slips and he slams into the wall.
Tumble
Source Starfinder Core Rulebook pg. 136
As long as you do not have the encumbered or overburdened condition (see pages 275–276), you can use Acrobatics to move through a space threatened by an enemy or enemies without provoking attacks of opportunity from them. Tumbling is a move action, and you move at half speed. The DC to move through an opponent’s threatened area is 15 + 1-1/2 × the opponent’s CR. If multiple opponents are threatening the same space, you attempt one check with a DC based on the opponent with the highest CR, and the DC increases by 2 for each additional opponent beyond the first.
You can also tumble directly through an opponent’s space; the DC is 20 + 1-1/2 × the opponent’s CR. If you fail this check, you stop moving adjacent to your opponent and provoke an attack of opportunity.
If you attempt to move through multiple threatened spaces or opponents’ spaces during the same round, you must succeed at a check for each space, and the DC of each check beyond the first increases by 2. For example, if you tumble through a space threatened by two CR 1 creatures and a CR 2 creature, the DC = 15 + 3 + 2 + 2 = 22. If you then tumble through the space of the CR 2 creature, the DC = 20 + 3 + 2 = 25.
In all of these cases, the DC is modified by the same environmental circumstances that apply to the balance task of Acrobatics (see page 135). If you fail the check, you provoke attacks of opportunity as normal. If you want to move at full speed while tumbling, you take a –10 penalty to the check. You can use Acrobatics to tumble while prone, but you can move only 5 feet as a full action and take a –5 penalty to the check.
Use the following base DCs for Acrobatics checks to tumble.
Situation DC*
Move through a threatened area 15 + 1-1/2 × opponent’s CR
Move through an enemy’s space 20 + 1-1/2 × opponent’s CR
* The DC increases by 2 for each additional threatened space or opponent’s space you move through in 1 round.
Despite a wound inflicted by Rar'gul, the false steward is able to strike out at John as he awkwardly attempts to get past. Surprisingly, one of his hands transforms into a vicious claw right in front of your eyes.