PbP GameDay IX: GM Sfounder's "The Last Bite" [Tier 7-8] (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

Round 1

Engineering
Captain (Arratoi): Action?
Science Officer (Patrick): Action?
Engineer (Dr. Mech Coy): Action?

Initiative
Reaper if you fail to beat this score, take your Helm Action
Enemy Initiative: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (20) + 18 = 38

Arratoi will take this demand action during the gunnery phase: Demand!

If firing more than one weapon, Arratoi will apply the demand to the gunner firing the weapon with the higher damage potential.

Engineer, Divert Power to Engines: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 13 + (3) + 1 = 37

Dr. Mech Coy carefully adjusts the power, diverting extra energy to the engines.

Trusty steps into the Pilot seat that Reaper vacated, and gives Reaper a metallic thumbs up. "Alright, how fast can we make this bucket of bolts?" He can feel the boost that Mech Coy gives as the engines thrum. "Nice!"

"Patrick, can I have a scan? I'd like to know where to aim us."

Piloting Initiative: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38

If they have less than eight ranks in piloting, they move first.

GM - Magic Officer role also takes place during the Engineering phase, just FYI

While Mech Coy powers up the engines, Desha reaches out through the bonds of mystical energy that permeate all things to get a read on what kind of capabilities these drones have. She spreads an array of virtual harrow cards and tries to read their meaning.

Scrying - Mysticism: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

Thanks for the heads up, my quickpost hasn't been updated yet.  Fixing that now

As quick as the drones move, the Starfinders are even faster!  The captain pushes to give'em hell and strike hard as  Dr. Mech Coy gives the ship a boost, perfect to avoid the pincer.  

Patrick scries on the enemy drone, but he can't get much.  it's a tiny fighter drone with no crew.  Looks like it's got a speed of class 12 and good maneuverability.

The drones work in tandem, flying evasively towards the Starfinders. Both drones also open up with tactical nukes:

Red Gunner: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15 MISS
Blue Gunner: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24 LOCK

Two missiles come hurtle towards the Drake one was clearly dodged, the other gets a lock!

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Round 1

Engineering
Captain (Arratoi): Demand
Science Officer (NA): NA
Engineer (Dr. Mech Coy): Divert to Engines
Magic Officer (Patrick): Scan
Chief Mate (NA):NA

Helm
GO

Gunnery
GO

Desha Doash is the one who did the scan, not Patrick.
No computer nodes used yet.

FYI - I'm a non EST player so bot me if you have to - UTC+12

Patrick scans the drone.
computers: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25

Now that the drones have moved, Trusty evades and moves to the side.

Take Ten Operative Piloting: 10 + 20 = 30

Drake AC now 26, TL is 25

"I was not able to get us an ideal shot this round... We're gonna have to hit them with our Port and Turret. I'm hoping to fix that next round."

Reaper uses a computer assist and brings all available guns to bear on red.

Hvy AM Missile: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 26 Damage: 10d10 ⇒ (2, 9, 7, 10, 8, 8, 2, 9, 6, 7) = 68
Lt Particle Beam: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 18 Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 6) = 11
Coilgun: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 19 Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 2) = 9

No one else used a node, so you can likely use all three nodes on your gunnery this turn, so that works. I'm all for reserving the Drake's nodes for the gunner.

Also Arratoi is planning to demand a good performance from your highest damage weapon for another potential +4 to your attack, provided he makes the demand successfully. GM, to speed all this up, can we just have aids to gunnery (and gunnery checks themselves) rolled under spoilers so we don't have to wait for the correct phase?

And in the spirit of pre-rolling... Let's make it easier for you to set up the next round and who goes first.

What do you want me to get a weapon lock onto?

Will also preroll

computers: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30

Absolutely. If you know that's how it's going to go, by all means! Apologies, I meant to put that in my post at the beginning of the combat.

Patrick gets a bit more with the scan.

Reaper, was that a Broadside? Reaper opens it all, but only the missile strikes. Still it's a powerful hit. The missile blasts through the shield and nearly destroys the hull.

4d100 ⇒ (33, 59, 8, 84) = 184

Patrick's previous scan gets a good read on the tactical capabilities of the drones. Pre-missile hit:

Defenses: AC 24, TL 24, total and current Hull Points 40/40, 40 Shield Points in each quadrant, and core PCU value of 150.

He then locks on to....

The two drones try to circle around!

Round 2

Engineering
Captain (Arratoi): Go
Science Officer (Patrick): Lock on to TBD
Engineer (Dr. Mech Coy): Divert to Engines
Magic Officer (Desha): Scan
Chief Mate (NA):NA

Enemy Initiative: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24

Helm
GO

Gunnery
GO

DESHA ROUND 2 ACTION

Desha feels the drones move around and begin to surround the Drake. Thinking it might be helpful to gain a little distance from them, she tries to channel her power into the ship's weapons to grant them greater range.

Eldritch Shot: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

[spoiler=Eldritch Shot (Engineering Phase, Push)]You augment a starship weapon with a burst of your personal magic in much the same way that weapon fusions augment personal-scale weapons. Such an effort is considerable, and the magic lasts for only a single attack before it fizzles and the starship weapon returns to its normal functionality. Choose one weapon on your starship to augment and attempt a Mysticism check (DC = 10 + 1-1/2 × your starship’s tier). If you succeed, the gunner treats the range of that weapon as 5 hexes longer than normal. This does not work for weapons with the point special property. [/dice]

I am very confused by the above update. I don’t think I’ve rolled for Round 2.
Also for clarity, could you please note in the update which arc is hit each time there is a hit. The ships move so it is difficult to understand exactly what happened if you didn’t see the map at exactly the right time.

If there is something I can do to make my actions clearer, please let me know!

Round 2 action

Dr. Mech Coy tries to maintain the energy levels, allowing a sustained enhanced burn.
Engineering: Divert Power to Engines: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 13 + (6) + 1 = 29

TRUSTY ROUND TWO

Although Trusty would love to nothing better than to finish the job with Red and sweep it into the trash, the conscientious maintenance bot realizes that you don't have to fix something that doesn't get damaged in the first place. He aligns the ship to be outside of both Red and Blue's firing arcs.

"So Reaper, you can totally broadside Blue now if you'd like. Meanwhile... Does anyone else want to take our Port guns and try to finish off Red? I think that would be tactically optimal, don't you? Let's make a clean sweep here!"

A secondary gunner on the Port guns might be a fine thing this round.

Piloting to evade: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28

Current AC 26, TL 25

PREROLLED INITIATIVE FOR ROUND THREE

Round 2, Gunnery Phase

"Gunners! You're awesome and you kin dooo eeeeet!!!"

Arratoi will again auto-succeed an encourage to whomever fires the most damaging weapon with a +2 bonus.

Not that it would have had an impact, but I forgot Arrotoi's 'encouragement' last turn. Sorry.

Trusty lines up Blue for an alpha strike and Reaper obliges. "I guess this is why they call you Trusty."

Broadside, with bonus from Arrotoi and computer for first three guns

Hvy AM Missile: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 26 Damage: 10d10 ⇒ (6, 6, 3, 9, 9, 5, 1, 4, 5, 6) = 54
Lt Particle Beam: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 20 Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 3) = 10
Persistant Particle Beam: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 34 Damage: 10d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 6, 1, 5, 1, 1, 3, 1) = 29
Coilgun: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 33 Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 2, 4) = 9

Not having any instructions to the contrary, Patrick decides to put the weapon lock onto the drone's engines.

A burst of light accompanies the destruction of the first drone. The rush of victory is short lived, as two more of the furious machines immediately engage. The First Seeker’s abruptly speaks through the ship’s comm unit, “Don’t lose hope, Starfinders. Your friends have messages for you. I’m patching the first transmission through now.”

The upbeat voice of Zo! blares through the speaker. “Greetings, future mega-celebrities! My studio just released the uncut edition of your episode of Pact World Warriors. I’ve got enough fan mail here for you to create another Liavarian moon.” Zo! clears his throat and begins reading from the fan submissions.

“I heard you saved AbadarCorp execs on Castrovel from dangerous wildlife. Did you prepare a meal afterward just like in the Combat Cooking Extravaganza? You and Zo! should open a restaurant and call it Live Ingestion Extreme!”

“I looooooooved your season, oh em gees! Starfinder merch when? Just take my credits already!”

“It’s me, your biggest fan in the Veskarium. Here’s some pics of my pet squox’s litter. I hope it’s okay that I named them after you.”

“I’m only six, but I want to be a Starfinder when I grow up. How do I join?”

Zo! stops reading and remarks, “They’re all cheering for you. Oh, and if you take footage of your ongoing battle, I’d be happy to use that as promotional material for the release. Call me!”

The crackle of static signals another incoming transmission. “Hello! Can you hear me?” asks a timid voice. “I’m Riika. You probably don’t remember me, but I’m one of the kiriintas you helped on Stabrisis-14. You inspired me to visit the Pact Worlds. I love it here. I even got a job as a researcher for an expedition studying the flora of the Liavaran moons. I came to Absalom Station on my vacation to personally thank you for expanding my horizons. I want you to know that even though I heard some nasty rumors about the Starfinder Society, I don’t believe any of them.”

Dr. Mech Coy, another paste error on my part. I'm trying to have a repository for the quick posts where I have all the formatting set out (size, bold, etc.) in order to try and make it cleaner. I guess the downfall is that I'm sometimes pasting the wrong one. The issue isn't yours. Your posts are fine. Will answer your other question in this post.

Fresh off the massive hit to Red's port arc, Trusty Trashbot brings the Drake around with some evasive flying.

Reaper Sigma opens wide!

Enemy Guns: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Enemy Guns: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 11 - 4 = 14

...and when the explosions clear, there's nothing left of the drone but space debris! Nothing even comes close to landing against the superior Starfinders.

The party moves to their roles and executes like a well oiled machine. The Round 2 tracker below should be accurate.

Round 2
Engineering
Captain (Arratoi): Encourage in the Gunnery Phase
Science Officer (Patrick): Lock on to Enemy Engines
Engineer (Dr. Mech Coy): Divert to Engines
Magic Officer (Desha): Eldritch Shot
Chief Mate (NA):NA

Helm 
 Initiative: Won by Trashbot  Pilot (Trusty Trashbot): Evade 

Gunnery 
Captain (Arratoi): Encourage in the Gunnery Phase
Gunner (Reaper Sigma): Kill shot

The drone does its best to keep a good angle, but that port arc is billowing smoke!

Round 3
Engineering
Captain (Arratoi): GO!
Science Officer (Patrick): GO!
Engineer (Dr. Mech Coy): GO!
Magic Officer (Desha): GO!
Chief Mate (NA):NA

Helm 
Initiative: Won by Trashbot 
Pilot (Trusty Trashbot): GO!

Gunnery 
TBD

Patrick had been ignoring all the incoming messages as nearly all of them referenced missions he hadn't been on or he had figured his role was too insignificant to matter. Sometimes being a Starfinder was just a job and someone had to do it.

But then Riika's call came in and Patrick realised in this case he had made a difference. He remembered Strabrisis-14 well. This was the planet that Datch had been dropping weapons on in order to turn a skirmish into full out war. Usually Patrick stayed in the background doing his 'thing' and not interacting much with other people as he had several social anxieties, especially when it came to the females of his own or related species.

But the Kiriinta had been different. Maybe it was because they were smaller and non-humanoid, and hence not seen as a threat but Patrick had been able to relax around them. And yes, he did remember Riika as a rather inquisitive and highly intelligent Kiriinta who was very curious about the Pact Worlds and Patrick was only too happy to answer them. Long intellectual conversations had taken place on the trip back to the Pact Worlds and Patrick discovered he actually enjoyed the company of another sentient being.

Circumstances got in the way though and he lost contact with the Kiriinta. He couldn't even remember if Riika was male or female but that didn't seem to matter at the time. But after hearing that call. he resolved to regain that contact and thank the Kiriinta for their words.

With that encouragement, Patrick got busy on the science station to get a weapon lock on the next drone 's engines.

Datch, you treacherous female rat he said in Kiriinta This one is for all the Kiriinta on Strabrisis 14 who's lives you tried to ruin for NO reason. You're going DOWN

computers: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (8) + 19 = 27

Sending extra power to the engines has allowed his friend Trusty to keep the ship out of the firing arcs so far. Liking the idea of not having to do surgery on the ship, Dr. Mech Coy continues to feed extra energy to the engines.

Engineering: Divert Power to Engines: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 13 + (2) + 1 = 26 Success

Trusty spends a resolve point to add speed to the ship and move to a better firing position.

Piloting: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 29

"Let's finish it off, Reaper, but maybe we should reserve the missiles for the next batch of drones?"

Suddenly, a squad of blue and gold starships emerges from the Drift, clustered like an honour guard around an impressive battleship. The massive ship glides into the fray and immediately disintegrates a group of nearby drones as it fires its powerful laser with surgical precision. “This is Stewards Overwatch battleship Steadfast responding to your call for assistance.”

Table GMs, the Stewards Support condition is now in effect.

“Buddies! It’s me, Hemlock, from the Xenowardens on Aballon,” a synthesized voice drawls. “We Xenowardens are totally grateful for your help with cleaning up the Ice Well. The ecosystem is finally back in its groove after you Starfinders shut down that shadow gate. Things are chill back on Aballon, but I heard you’re having problems with some corporate spin doctor. Don’t let her harsh your mellow, and remember, not all of us believe everything we read on the infosphere.”

I posted this attack last night, but it's not showing. Boards must have eaten it.

"OK. No Missiles."
Broadside, with bonus from Arrotoi and computer.

Lt Particle Beam: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 24 Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 3) = 8
Persistant Particle Beam: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 13 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 22 Damage: 10d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 6, 1, 4, 6) = 26
Coilgun: 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 21 Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 4) = 14

No worries, we're having COVID emergency meetings this week, I wouldn't have caught it anyway. I'm currently NOT focusing on my meeting, but I don't want the table to be slow, hence super fast post. Good thing Reaper nailed it!

Reaper's point blank shot caps off Trashbot's fancy flying. A second explosion rocks the vicinity as the Starfinders take out the second drone!

You've got a few moments to breath before the next waves breaks off. Will post update in an hour or so if someone wants to reset the map, doing that from my phone is a nightmare.

As far as I can determine we did not take any damage. If I missed it, Dr. Mech Coy would work on fixing things and restoring shields between drone waves.

Reseting combat

Starfinder heading: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Blue heading: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Blue distance: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 1, 4) + 5 = 12

Red heading: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Red distance: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 6, 2) + 5 = 16

Map ready!

Desha once again works to make sure Reaper has plenty of range to work with on his shots as she channels her magic into the guns.

Eldritch Shot: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

Thank you sir! Correct, no damage.

A second wave breaks off, and in the chaos of the larger battle, two drones hone in on the Drake! Desha quickly weaves magic and gun into something special for the drones!

Round 1
Engineering
Captain (Arratoi): GO!
Science Officer (Patrick):  GO!
Engineer (Dr. Mech Coy):  GO!
Magic Officer (Desha):  Eldritch Shot
Chief Mate (NA):NA

Helm 
Initiative: Enemy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29
Pilot (Trusty Trashbot):  GO!

Gunnery 
TBD

Trusty Trashbot Initiative: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30

Trusty motions the drones to move first. "Really, after you!"

The confident tones of Firstsight Taksta, the leader of Zeyther-3’s quarantined settlement saved by the Starfinders several months ago, interrupts the radio silence. “I’m eternally thankful for what you and the lovely Dr. Monsylkis did for Glimmershield. Your efforts stopped the spread, and as a result, our gutmelt casualties were few. Even as we mourn our fallen friends, we know how many more of us would have perished without treatment. You risked your own lives to help us when the corporations refused. We might just be a backwater mining outpost, but Zeyther-3 is on your side no matter what.”

A final transmission echoes through the bridge of the battlescarred starship. This time, a low voice punctuated by insectile clicks addresses the Starfinders. “This is emissary Jontane of the formians on Castrovel. Your actions at the Meeting of Queens left a lasting impression on my colony. I rarely leave the collective, but I decided to make the trip to Absalom Station to observe one of your traditions—the elevation of your newest First Seeker. I had hoped to reunite with you there, but I was informed you’re away on an important mission. Please remain efficient and safe until we meet again.”

Bright explosions bloom as drones disintegrate into scrap metal. But for each enemy craft that falls, two more take its place. The dozens of remaining craft dart and buzz through the fray like a nest of angry hornets kicked by a foolish intruder. Suddenly, Steadfast releases an electrical pulse, and all surrounding drones simultaneously power down. The defensive barrier disappears, offering a direct path to the orbital complex’s docking bay.

Striking Back is now Complete

A massive specialized EMP generated by the Stewards’ vessel Steadfast disrupts the remaining drones allowing you to enter Datch’s orbital hideout.
“Excellent work, Starfinders!” Luwazi Elsebo’s voice echoes through the comm units on each Starfinder ship simultaneously. “The Steadfast and the other Stewards will fall back and keep any remaining drones busy. Starfinders, you are authorized to use whatever means you deem necessary to neutralize the threat Datch presents to the Society and the Pact Worlds. Please act with consideration and be careful.”

Table GMs, end your current encounter.

Inside the landing dock, an elevator’s doors stand open in invitation. Pleasant music plays as the lift travels down into the bowels of the complex. The doors part and reveal the interior of the orbital complex, an upscale but otherwise mundane office building. A wide, well-lit hallway bisects this floor, and all doors stand open to allow easy passage.

An office comes into view at the end of the hall. Datch sits atop a desk and smiles. She tilts the shiny red apple she’s holding and speaks. “Welcome, and well played. I’d say I’m pleased to see you, and while I respect you, I most certainly am not pleased.” She sighs and takes a bite of her apple. “Your Society single-handedly ruined my plans. I worked so hard. You really have no idea. Ah well, such is the nature of the game. So, what’s your next move?”

Datch levels a piercing gaze at the intruders, but the polite smile never leaves her lips.

Table GMs, you may begin Part 4.

For an answer, Trusty shoots the apple when she lays it down on the desk.

Bang Bang (Semi-Automatic pistol) on the apple: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Trick Attack: 4d8 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 4) = 13

He tosses a wipe at her, as Datch should now be covered head to toe in apple pulp. "For a year now, I have been fantasizing doing that to your HEAD. You murdered my friend Verity-5, and then had the nerve to lay the blame for your crime on the Starfinders. You've dragged our names through the mud, stolen our munitions, and then used those munitions to force a bunch of primitive sentients into a war. You've laid traps, you've caused problems. You denied medicines to the sick in a pandemic." Trusty looks at her, and then says, "You know what my move is? I'm here to take out the TRASH, and that's you. Datch, I've been to the shadow plane. I know the dirty secret of your training. And my guess is that once you're secure in a holding cell, Silent Shrike will send his goons after you. Just think. They're going to come for you... And you'll never know when they'll strike. You'll have to live in fear and confusion, trapped in a cell where you won't get any apples, ever."

"This is a citizen's arrest. Datch, I charge you with slander, war crimes, sabotage, theft, corporate corruption and murder." Trusty pulls out a set of manacles. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say may be used against you in a court of law." He looks to the rest of the group. "Let's secure her computer too. There may be important evidence there."

Both Trusty and Dr. Mech Coy are Aquainted with Datch.

“It will likely take a while for the Stewards to sort out all the complaints against you. Given the situation, I doubt that AbadarCorp will be interested in bailing you out.”

“Didn’t you get the memo? It is bad for business to kill customers.”

“Now empty those cheek pouches, we are going to search you!”

Dr. Mech Coy will search Datch for hidden weapons, suicide devices, and data devices. The tie comes off since Datch could use it to strangle herself or someone else.

Trusty - In case you don't actually have manacles in your inventory, Desha does have a pair of binders she can supply for the arrest.

Desha, who hasn't had any direct interactions with Datch, but had certainly heard stories, studies the ysoki carefully, watching for any signs of a hostile move. This woman cannot be trusted, and even now could pose a significant threat to her team and to the Starfinder Society as a whole.

Empathy (DC20 or 10+Bluff): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

This room is an ordinary office decorated sparsely in a modern style. A semicircular desk positioned in front of a large screen faces the double doors to the west. A worn brass statue of a rat perched on its hind legs adorns the northwestern corner. Offerings of fruit, crackers, and cakes are heaped at the base of the statue, and its outstretched paw seems to beckon for more.

"So then, you're going to arrest me? You see this is why I've defeated you every step of the way. You should kill me. Have you not learned from me Trashy? Have I not been a mentor Coy? Ah well, if that's what it is, then that's what it is. I shall come along."

Datch sighs and stands up for Desha to shackle her. He obliges Dr. Mech Coy with a large yawn to show the cheeks are empty.

As Desha latches her wrists into place, Datch sighs one more time, and gives a smile, "I've got a lesson yet to teach. you see, just before you entered the room, I---"

Initiating lockdown protocol. Self-destruct in sixty minutes.

"Ah, right on cue."

Datch is genuinely fond of Trashbot and Dr. Mech Coy. You each gain a +2 bonus to skill checks and saves related to all traps and other defenses inside the complex, and can reroll a failed skill check or save once during Part 4.

Desha arches an eyebrow at Datch, "You have a strange way of showing your affection, Datch, tormenting your supposed mentees and tearing down the organization they have allied themselves with. But I can tell you are sincere, so here's a thought: turn off the lockdown and the self-destruct sequence."

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27

Reaper does not trust that this is their real target, the Datch he heard about should be more concerned for- Initiating Self-Destruct- Oh! There it is.

He looks for a way out.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 4 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 4 = 29

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Patrick just stands in the background watching as Datch is arrested. As the self destruct starts he just sighs. Why am I not surprised that she would do something like that

He moves behind the desk in order to locate a terminal to hack into Datch's system.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 = 26 +1 for vision
Perception: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21 +1 for vision
Yup, got nothing there.

Groaning, Dr. Mech Coy says "Was wondering what you had planned. Although you've been plenty destructive, I never thought of you as self-destructive Datch."

Turning to Patrick, they offer "Let me know if you need any help with that. Watch out, it is likely trapped."

Perception: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 2 = 36

"There's a hidden door to the North of us. We can just go through it." Trusty points.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 15 + 2 = 25

Having missed whatever else* there might be in this room, Trusty looks to Datch's computer.

Computers: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 16 + 2 = 28

"Let's quickly download what's here, and then move on through the north door. I'm betting the rat left herself a way out. Shall we? Also keep a lookout. I'm betting Datch has left us a few surprises."

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* Whatever it was, Patrick saw it.

Oh, didn't think about getting a separate perception check for the second spoiler. Let's see if I can hit that DC.

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18 Hah! Nope!