[SFS/Shifty] Veskarium (B) (Inactive)

Game Master Nik B.

The sound of gunshots fills the air!

Shooting at nearest worm.

Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
damage (piercing): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

((According to the map, Grey is next to Sensor#2 - so it should be Sensor #2 that is broken 1))

Kyra moves to the sensor and tries to jury rig a repair ... or macgyver one before it is completely wrecked.

engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Adjusted :)
Kyra starts repairing the sensor.

Speaker shoots, but the shot goes wide.

***

Hazard: Vesk-4 is a high-gravity world, and unacclimated creatures reduce their land movement speeds and throwing range by half

Magnetic Field: Each worm is surrounded by a constant magnetic field (30') that interferes with nearby technological equipment. Each time a creature within the field (30') attacks with a technological weapon, it must succeed at a Strength check (DC 12) or take a –2 penalty to its attack.

R3
Benny
Speaker - acted
Gulkyn - acted
Kyra - acted

R4
Hellih
Murg - acted
ENEMY

B Dead
G 7
W Dead

Scanner
1
2 - Malfunctioning
3 - Malfunctioning
4

Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Benny relents and draws his laser. It jerks wildly upon firing, but at least he manages to keep it in his hand.

Azimuth Laser vs. Grey EAC: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 - 2 = 4
Fire Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Hellih looks at two worms falling and turns to see the third one still attacking the scanner

"Does the device drive them mad?" he asks more rhetorically. He looks at the creature and makes adjustments to his weapon. What he needs is one clean shot, he should have flown higher.

Shoot@grey: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage, superior fire power: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (5, 6) + 10 = 21

The laser beam hits the creature despite his allies being in between. I hope;) As dmg rolls were really good

Benny misses the shot, but Hellih nails a crackiing shot.

The creature decides this just hurts too much and makes for the depths.

/combat over.

Kyra looks over to Hellih. Quite likely. she replies calmly while continuing the repairs. Consider the effect of a loud noise introduced to a creature that relies on sound to navigate

You spend some time repairing the scanners, and once convinced they are functioning properly, all eyes turn on the Starfinders.

Physical science check

physical science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Kyra gets onto the scanning.

Kyra detects no items or sites of archaeological import underground in the area, and what the team mistook for ruins she finds are just system of underground caverns.

Hellih lands after the fight are over.

"I hope that those tunnels do not have more bugs in them. I can see miners having issues with them if they stumbled upon them."

Android checks the status of his battery and from now on keeps his gun in his hand.

Murgatroyd collects his axes back.

Gulkyn watches Kyra work the scanners, and smiles at her results. Turning to the miners, "Good news! This site is clear of impediments. Just watch out for the caverns and of course more worms."

The vesk let out a loud cheer as Gulkyn declares the site as open for business.

Elgr hangs back to thank you as you prepare to leave the site “Starfinders, huh?” says Elgr, watching his team jump to attention at Kataali’s order. “I’ll make sure everyone knows how much you helped us today. Kataali’s happily back to work, you saved Rukka’s precious scanners, and the rest have put aside their suspicions for now. Maybe I’ll see you out there someday. I love my planet, but it must be so exciting to explore the stars.” Elgr’s eyes glisten behind his goggles. “Anyway. Can’t waste a second, Kataali’s calling. Thanks again!”

"Anytime. And since it looks like everything downstairs is in the clear, we'll leave you to it. Until we meet again!"

You are authorized to pilot a Society vessel to Vesk-5. To be frank, this mission is straightforward to the point of mundanity, but the scenic views of the gas giant are a point of interest—and this trip is hopefully the first of many.

You’ll be surveying Vesk-5’s upper atmosphere and taking readings with specialized equipment. Everything’s automated, so the mission is relatively foolproof, but be wary of massive electrical storms in the area. Expect a pit stop at Spaceport 5.1 to collect necessary documentation and perform calibrations before taking your ship into the atmosphere. Pay attention to weather reports before you disembark. Ships are replaceable, but you aren’t.”

-Venture-Captain Naiaj

Speaker for the Dead says to his comrades, "This one is curious if the upper atmosphere of Vesk-5 is inhabited. Brethada shows the infinite adaptability of life."

*nods* I quite agree ... having seen a Dreamer ... I suppose that this may be one thing these scans may be attempting to ascertain. Does anyone know if there is life in ... erm .... the other gas giant .. what is it called? Luvia?

"Right?" Benacu agrees fervently when talk turns to Bretheda. "I helped with one of those Dreamers too, on assignment! I forgot the name as well. Can't quite see the similarities here, but I wouldn't say no to another such encounter. No doubt they've got all manner of smarts."

Bretheda is a very beautiful object too. Kyra replied. I remember, long ago, in Absalom itself, being shown it through a telescope - primitive to the instruments of today - but quite modern back then - by an astronomer wizard in the Society. First time I realised it had rings. A very enchanting sight.

Besides, Bretheda is quieter than Luvia from what I have heard. Radio emissions and strong active magnetic fields cause that. And Vesk 5 is apparently even noiser. Whether or not such activity is ... erm ... anathema to life ... I am not sure.

But yes, the Dreamers are fascinating life forms.

Hellih knows nothing of dreamers. He stopped dreaming long time ago, a concept itself seems absurd to him. He went back to ship and begin charging his battery and sit in the pilot seat. He plugged his custom rig to the ship to have better access to the diagnostics

"Ok, preparing for the startup in roughly 10.13 minutes" says Hellih turning on switches and running tests before the take-off.

Ready to go

You have arrived aboard Spaceport 5.1, a joint military installation and civilian settlement that orbits one of Vesk-5’s moons.

The pit stop Venture-Captain Naiaj warned you about looks like turning into a slightly extended pause for what is expected to be a few days of calibrations and repairs after an electrical storm damaged your ship’s engines on the way in.

Spaceport 5.1 features an array of eateries, holovid theatres, shopping centers, and a few state-sanctioned clubs concealing quasilegal casinos - all enjoyed by the stations bustling, eclectic population.

With a few days to kill, what are you up to?

Make it so Kyra replied, who was currently sitting in the captain's chair until someone insisted that they had a better claim to it.

While waiting at Spaceport 5.1, she spent her time exploring the station, attending classical music concerts, spending time with other Sarenites and admiring the view of Vesk 5 in the observation lounge.

Speaker for the Dead immerses himself in the local culture, trying a little of everything--new foods, new games, new people to talk to! It's all very intriguing.

Murgatroyd rereads his holy text book of Iomedae.

Benacu is happy to laze about, avidly watching the gambling tables from time to time. He doesn't partake in much more than a few drinks, which likely ends in him getting asked to leave a few times. That leaves him to check out the station's other entertainment, mostly the theatres. If the kalo can wrangle a medical check-up, he does so.

Gulkyn visits a lot of the different eateries and clubs. Looking to make new friends and contacts, while learning the latest news and rumors around the Veskarium. From time to he checks back in to see how the ship repairs are going.

Hellih spends his time, first around the ship, to aid in any repairs, sometimes he would find a place for himself in the engineering bay and keep calibrating his rifle. During afternoons he would spend some time in bars, drinking and talking to others.

Thw ship’s repairs are finally complete, despite the attentions of a “helpful” skittermander mechanic eager to install experimental drive systems. However, the paperwork required to authorize the ship’s departure appears lost in the mists of the Veskarium’s imperial bureaucracy.

As you stand around the terminal, perplexed at the new reason given for the delay in your departure, you enjoy a prime view of dreadnought Talon’s Razor docking in the spaceport’s bay. As the Starfinders watch, a brigadier dismounts from Talon’s Razor. She bears a cybernetic right eye and is dressed in a sharp, decorated military uniform. Her armored mobility chair incorporates a holster on the right armrest for her doshko.

/Speaker for the Dead\ watches the imposing figure with interest.

Culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Speaking of culture, Kyra had discovered a liking for Veskarium Opera and had purchased quite a few recordings. Currently she was very annoyed at the skittermander mechanic and was sure that it was the skittermanders that were holding up the paperwork so it was a grumpy looking Kyra that was watching the new arrival.

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Ooh, that's Tassada Kor!" Benacu remarks. "Explains the holdup, she's famous. Not the sort you'd want to cross...well, I was going to say in a bar game, but anywhere, really. Near unbeatable warrior."

Tassada is about to pass by, but pauses and inspects your docked ship “Pact Worlds travelers?” she asks. “You’re a long way from home. Unless... are you Starfinders, by any chance?”

As a matter of fact, yes we are Kyra replies. We were tasked with running a scientific scan of Vesk-5, but we are currently awaiting permission.

She pauses for a bit. Pardon me for asking, but is strangling an annoying skittermander with bare hands, defendable as 'justifiable homicide'? Because I am getting very close to doing so. May Sarenrae grant me more patience

"Fantastic! It’s been a long time since I’ve met one of your ilk! I fought with several of your Exo-Guardians against the Swarm some decades ago. I'm pretty sure one is not supposed to strangle our little six-armed helpers. So Starfinder, tell me of your battles!”

Hellih looks at the vesk soldier and turns on his Ai assistant to aid in his storytelling.

"Not that long ago we were ordered a mission to fight Keepers of the Lie, we first tracked them down and then ambushed them in their headquarters..." I don't want to describe to much of the scenario.

Diplomacy, hireling implant, into the veskarium boon: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 2 = 20

Gulkyn will detail his part in pushing back a svartalfar incursion from the Shadow Plane into one of the Ice Wells on Aballon.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

"Well, we didn't expect anything of the sort when documenting a rare submarine storm, but the Manta Corps tangled with some nasty cultists. Took the fight to two moving skyboats! Turned out the Society picked the right people for the job when both ships pitched us into the deep waters."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Keepers of the Lie eh? And conducted a good ambush? Excellent!"

"The Shadow plane? Would have been fascinating"

"Submarines and Manta Corps? We always need some good marines, and finding submariners was always a challenge - people are happy to go into space, less so to go under a planets oceans"

"This one just concluded a lengthy mission in the bubble-city of Asanatown, part of the Burning Archipelago. Many are the tales this one could relate of the brave heroes who stopped the Sunrise Collective from succeeding on a coup!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Well ... we did beat up some sandworms on Vesk-4 Kyra added. And before that I was part of a group that had to prevent the Cult of the Devourer from dropping an inhabited planet into a black hole. And then there was the bodysnatcher slimes infesting a section of Absalom Station.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

"We helped end an interplanetary drug business that was harvesting sentient plants... and combining them with a mineral from the Veskarium."

MVP

"Asanatown? Must have been fascinating!"

"Cult of the Devourer you say? A worthy foe to destroy!"

"Minerals from the Veskarium, hmmm, sounds like something I may have heard ab-"

***BOOM!***

A resounding explosion ripples through the docking bay. Tassada grabs her doshko and turns, ready for a fight. Screams break from the crowd as flames engulf one of the docking bay’s support clamps, causing it to fold back in on itself. Debris rains down and a screeching sound fills the air as a single small freighter vessel breaks through the damaged support clamps, rising up and out of the spaceport’s bay.

Moments later one of BRIG Tosada's entourage appears holding a datapad.

"Ma'am, I'm tracking requests from station security!"

"An Engineer is needed to provide a rapid damage assessment on the other ships in the docking bay"

"Someone with a Diplomatic presence to calm bystanders and get them back into some sort of orderly rabble"

"They need a Medic, prefereably with med supplies, to go and triage and treat the wounded"

"A Cultural attache or someone who can tell us anything about that leaving ship"

"A Computer systems operator to interface with 5.1's security network and locate surveillance records, the local system has delinked with main and they need that info now"

"This one will speak to those ones feeling distress!" Speaker rushes over to try to calm the crowd.

I'll roll Diplomacy; if you allow Profession (Counsellor), my bonus would instead be +10

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Wounded? On it. Kyra says before heading off.

medicine: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

"Starfinders, to work!" Benny runs off. Unless the sheer number of injuries threaten to overwhelm Kyra, he goes to perform a similar procedure on the station's executive systems.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Murgatroyd looks around, useless.

"Do you need someone to carry something heavy?"

Diplomacy would be my best, but I can do culture a bit as well.

Gulkyn tries to identify the fighter making its way out.
Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Theme knowledge -5 to DC of Culture checks to recall knowledge: starship

Hellih first grab his rifle butt quickly he hasn't out back. He runs towards the engineering crew to help with damage assessment. He flies over clusters of aliens to not be held by the traffic

engineering: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

Hellih has just the right amount of time needed to catalogue all the damage to the bays and the ships, and notes the Talon’s Razor took damage to its engine’s propulsion systems that will require hours of labor to resolve.

Speakers calming presence seems to sway the crowd, the screaming and yelling drops off rapidly - replaced with a calm sense of order as the crowd is brought under control.

Kyra finds that several civilians have sustained broken bones, minor burns, and lacerations from falling debris. Working rapidly, the worst are stabilised and the rest are safe and in no great danger, awaiting movement to a medical facility.

Gulkyn identifies the fleeing ship as a Norikama Reliant-class vessel of Veskarium origin.

Benny has no luck getting the security feed online.

You report the results to the aide as Tasada stares out of the viewport and into space with a clear look of frustration.

“Starfinders!” barks Tassada. “I hoped to ask you this more tactfully, but there’s no time now. I’ve been tasked with tracking down a group of weapon smugglers—that’ll be the ship you saw make a run for it. But with the damage my ship took from that blast, it’s up to you to chase them down.” She pauses, looking around expectantly. “Well? There’s a fight to be had. What are you waiting for, a formal invitation?”