[SFS] GM Nefreet's #1-12: Ashes of Discovery (Inactive)

Game Master Nefreet

You recently received an automated comm alert from Guidance to meet at the Lorespire Complex for details regarding your next assignment.

As you enter the main briefing room you see a familiar cluster of sleek black computers emblazoned with the Starfinder Society emblem, hardware that has digitally stored the collective personalities of prominent current and previous Starfinders for centuries. A particle beam emanating from the center of the logo begins to project a stream of holographic light towards a round table that quickly takes the shape of a humanoid figure, albeit one bereft of any definition.

"Greetings, Starfinders. I am Guidance. I have a new assignment for you. Please observe."

The humanoid projection gestures towards a datascreen and a stream of pictures and data detailing an outpost made of interconnected circular chambers begins to scroll slowly in front of you.

“The Xenowardens, one of the Pact Worlds’ most prestigious organizations, recently discovered a dataset detailing the location of an outpost abandoned over two hundred years ago on a jungle planet in Near Space.” The datastream shifts to reveal a vibrantly green and blue planet orbiting a yellow star. “The Xenowardens have requested a team of agents to be dispatched to secure the site for eventual reoccupation. Please also recover any remaining data or serviceable equipment, which the Society will take as part of our payment. If you have any questions, now is the time to present them.”

"Hello... again... Guidance... I'll handle... any... diplomatic issues... we might encounter...don't... worry."

Von Junzt is a hauntingly handsome and intimidating half-orc. He’s dressed with modesty and the fact that he does not carry any weapons jumps to the eyes. He casts a Charming Veneer spell every 10 minutes. Always.

"How is… everyone… doing?" he asks the rest of the group.

An actual no-excrement blue-scaled dragon, albeit a smaller one, lounges on a couch designed for their body type. Chairs are too awkward for wings and tails after all.

He is clad in heavy armor, perhaps of the golem-forged variety, and a medkit hangs from his left hip. Over his shoulder between his wings rests a large spear, perhaps a pike. On the right hip rides an axe that's almost comically small in comparison to the draconic entity's mass.

"Ronath, bound of Lakritze, also known as 'The Axe-User'. Medic, bodyguard, and let's hope I don't have to use the axe to amputate something." he offers with a bit of a smirk before glancing to Guidance.

"Do we have any intel on what forces or entities might be present on-planet, and what reasonable support can we expect if we encounter something beyond the scope of a smaller Starfinder expedition?" he inquires with a bit of a rumbly grumble, looking for his bond -- these group meetings are always rough 'solo'.

Guidance displays the planet’s basic environmental profile as everyone sits down:

DAY: 1 Day
YEAR: 1 Year
MASS: ×2
GRAVITY: High
DIAMETER: ×2/3
BIOME: Polar Forests, Temperate Rainforests, Equatorial Jungles
ATMOSPHERE: Disruptive to technology (no additional data available)

"I'll handle... any... diplomatic issues... we might encounter...don't... worry."

“There is limited data on the planet’s endemic species, if any. Given the planet’s high density, any inhabitants are likely to be several factors stronger than the standard humanoid. As always, endeavor for a peaceful first contact, and keep the reputation of the Starfinder Society and the Pact Worlds in mind.”

"Do we have any intel on what forces or entities might be present on-planet,"

“Beyond the environment of the planet, it is unknown what threats may exist at the outpost itself. You should prepare for many possibilities, such as space pirates, large predators, hostile native cultures, or supernatural events.”

"what reasonable support can we expect if we encounter something beyond the scope of a smaller Starfinder expedition?"

“For this assignment, you have been authorized use of a Drake or a Pegasus starship. Both starship frames can complete this assignment. Please consider the following advantages when making your decision: Drake frames have greater firepower, whereas Pegasus starships are equipped with advanced science labs and sensors. As always, to optimize the chances of completing the assignment, it is recommended that each Starfinder team choose a ship that covers any area of weakness. However, the final decision is based on your personal preference.”

"As far as vessels go, my preference is for the Drake -- it has 'claws', a 'breath weapon', a 'bite', and is more durable. The Pegasus doesn't have as much, and it'd feel much weaker -- however those extra sensors might help if we're lacking on the science skills." Ronath opines while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive..

Lak, where ARE you? You were supposed to be here before me. Are you hurt? Stuck?

Politely greeting everyone in the room and giving the equivalent of a smile for a Shirren towards Ronath, a youg female Shirren dressed in a horrible mixture of different styles enters the room.
She is wearing a bright blue Second Skin armour under her clothes and her exoskeleton is teal to green.

"Hello i am Lakritze! pretty sure Ronath here already talked a bit about me. Right now i am one of the few faces in front of a camera for the Stewards. Not very entertaining i know, but a real Steward Officer instead of an actress in front of the camera is somthing else.
In general i prefer the diplomatic or non-violent solution to any problem. And i can be quite charming!" Indeed she is a charming and dexterous Shirren not suited for manual labour judging by her build.

"How is… everyone… doing?" he asks the rest of the group.

"I am doing fine, thanks. And you are?"

Hearing what Guidance has to say "Disruptive to technology? Great... So what do we know about the Xenowardens?"

Towards Ronath using the special bond they have.
Ronath looks like you should carry part of my gear once we are there. Pretty sure i am not strong enough to carry everything on my own in high gravity. Right now i still have a lot of space left to carry more but in hight gravity that's another story.

"I do prefer a vessel similar to my own fighting style, more dextrous and quick on your feet. So the faster Pegasus is my preference and i could be the Captain, have training as a Pilot but i let other more qualified Agents take that combat role first. I am also a passable Science Officer and a terrible Gunner i assume. I am surely more dexterous then the average sentient being but we will see.."

"-- however those extra sensors might help if we're lacking on the science skills."

Guidance 's hard drives whirr in response, almost as if confirming Ronath's statment.

“The exact reason why the outpost was abandoned remains unknown. That is part of the reason you are needed to investigate the site, and additional sensors may prove useful in that regard. Records indicate the outpost confirmed its establishment on the surface, but there have been no reports or responses in over two hundred years.”

"So what do we know about the Xenowardens?"

“The Xenowardens are dedicated to preserving the natural environment of planets from colonization by outsiders. The outpost was intended to be a resource to other colonies in the area that needed help reducing the impact they had on local flora and fauna.”

After standing for a little while at the table looking at the Outpost shown by Guidance.

"Do we have a name for that system or the planet? Does that abandoned colony have a name? Was there ever any news coming back from that colony?" A barrage of questions and twichting antennae.

Sitting now next to Ronath on the couch if there is still comfortable space for her or on the next best seating accommodation near Ronath.

To Ronath
First mission and we get to fly a Starship! *flashing by a few images from the flight training provided by the Society and how each station can be adjusted for different sized Starfinders or that most adjusted stations on the bridge can be switched out for different roles*

Placing a backpack carefully down and adjusting the holster while sitting down. Looks like the very widespread common Azimuth Laser Pistol in that holster.

"A standardized Pact Worlds colonial designation was not contained in the dataset. The expedition leader was recorded as having given the planet the informal designation of 'Asil' (which Guidance pronounces as "Ay-zill"). Audio logs were either not contained within the dataset or have simply been lost in the resulting centuries, although inventory records show the initial Xenowarden convoy had transported a number of live animals to the surface."

-EARLIER, BEFORE THE BRIEFING-

A dwarf and a pristinely clean uni-wheeled drone enter the briefing room. He seems out of sorts. He sets down a large hammer and a backpack. "I'll be back in a minute. I, uhhh, just need to find the bathroom."

He rushes out.

Suddenly, a comm device left on the table near the dwarf's backpack begins ringing.

A hologram of a matronly dwarven woman pops up above the comm device's projector. "Cletus...CLETUS! Are you there? Are you doing one of your little starfinder adventures again? Please don't forget your anti-emetic. You know how you get sometimes when you're nervous."

The woman looks around and sees all of you. "If any of you see my Cletus, tell him to call his Mother. And please, someone make sure he brought is stomach medicine..."

The communication then ends.

The dwarf comes back into the room a few minutes later, happily whistling.

I think everyone did a great job with the Q&A. I have read everything. I vote for the Drake, as it can take a beating and keep us alive.

The blue dragon shifts slightly to open up enough space on the couch for the brightly clashing Shirren to sit comfortably.

Depending on who we have on the team, I may have to do that for a couple of people. We'll see how it plays out.

A few moments later Ronath shifts slightly, providing a bit more space to the Shirren.

We have a saying on Triaxus -- "If Apsu wanted us to fly regularly, he wouldn't have made it so darn difficult to do so." You *know* what happened when I was on the shuttle and they didn't have a couch for me to lounge on. They were pulling bits of my claws out of the bulkheads for WEEKS.

...the dragon suddenly makes a most undiginfied sticking-out-of-tongue at the Shirren before reeling it back in and returning his attention to the briefing.

And then the dwarven matron starts ranting. *Hysterical laughter* that sobers down to *genuine concern*

"You'd be 'Cleat-us', right? Don't forget your stomach medication and anti-emetic. Also, do not forget to call your brood-mother, she worries about you greatly on your adventures." is offered with a complete deadpan. "If you have a medical condition you'd like to tell me about *in private* I might be able to help with it if you need it."

"Requisition of Drake class starship granted. Please input informal designation. Safe travels, Starfinders.”

*Serious and sober consideration of 'informal designation'...*

"Hey, 'Cleat-us', what is your brood-mother's name? I'd normally suggest Majestic Interlude as a ship name, but the Drake-class is a fighting type and that just doesn't sound right."

"Uhh...her name is Karen. And she's a busy-body. I haven't had stomach issues since I was a child."

"You should be honored to have such an attentive brood-mother in this 'Kare-n' ' She sounds like she's very dedicated to the welfare of her clutches."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14 I think the Law Officer Theme would reduce the difficulty, as well should it be needed.

"Relax. You are a Starfinder and I only have the axe for amputations in the field. I have never had to use it for exploratory surgery. So you should be fine!"

The dragon gives the Shirren a bit of a playful tail-bap. "See, nothing to worry about. All friends here!"

Lakritze, could you please make sure he takes his medication in a timely fashion so we don't have to clean up the interior decorations of the vessel we're on?

In walks a rather tall Rhyphorian. He looks around nervously. "Uh, hellow. Is this the right place? I was told to report to room B-52 for my first mission and assignment.".

He walks in without waiting for a response. In his nervousness, he trips and falls right onto Ronath. "Uhhh, sorry sir. I didn't mean to. Please forgive me." He stutters as he looks up at the dragonkin. He stands up, dusts himself off, and moves to the other side of the room.

"Wha... I was told you need a pilot, yes? And a healer?" Sisyar tries to focus on his assignment. "Oh, my name is Sisyar. If that matters. I'm unsure of protocol around here."

He really tries to focus on the assignment. "Do we know of any off-world threats? Giant space lasers, space pirates, solar flares? Or will it be smooth sailing there?"

"See you... soon... Guidance..." Von Junzt goes to the ship, taking his seat as the Captain.

Helm readouts predict that your travel time through the Drift will take 3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 6) = 11 days. The ship’s culinary synthesizer provides you with standard-quality foodstuffs, including water filtered via reverse osmosis, flavored carbohydrate powders, and several protein cube selections:

OPTION #1: sodium chlorinated artiodactyl
OPTION #2: coagulated dairy protein casein
OPTION #3: carne asada tacos OUT OF ORDER
OPTION #4: expeller pressed legume curd

How do you pass the time?

Cletus will tweak his drone, proudly showing it off to whoever wanders by. "ROL-R here may look like a standard dwarven mining bot used all over the Pact Worlds, but he packs a surprise punch!" With that, a gun port pops open and closed again on one side of the "head" of the drone.

I found this great set of minis to 3D print on my inexpensive printer here at home. There are several excellent drones and robots among the set (check out the Ignis Quadrant, Novus Landing, and Terra Conflict sets at heroshoard.com). I am using a rendering of this mini as my token.

He'll also try to fix the culinary synthesizer.

engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

"This thing is shot. We really need a new one. No way to fix it."

Von Junzt sleeps and practices angry frowns in front of the mirror, while in the privacy of the captain's quarters.

Earlier...

Ronath is bemused and about to make another comment to his bond when the Ryphorian enters. The dragon WAS about to say something polite in greeting when suddenly said Ryphorian trips and nearly collides with *his* bond.

Lak! Are you okay? Did the tall oaf hurt you? he inquires mentally in a bit of a panic

The Stare he gives Sisyar is probably enough to elicit the reaction, and then he grumbles and snorts a bit.

Just make one joke about amputations and suddenly they're sending additional healers along with the team. Eeeesh, doesn't anyone have a sense of humor these days?

As Cletus's drone keeps popping out the gun the dragon chuffles. "When you said 'surprise punch' I was expecting a fist to pop out on a metal coil or a bowl with some fermented fruit beverage to slide out. That's definitely a surprise... So how is ROL-R going to handle technology not working right?"

On-board ship, passing time...

"Hey, Cletus! Don't break the expeller pressed legume curd option, please! I think Lakritze knows four recipes to make it taste better. Oooh, there's an idea... how about instead of trying to fix the one thing, fix the other three to make the 'Out of Order' option? You know, sort of like how you can use the magic color ink to make black ink on transparent paper printers?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 6 I think the Law Officer still applies here....

Also, throughout the trip the dragon will be *very* close to Sisyar physically. As in, nearly everywhere he goes. Not close enough to be a 'bond' sort of thing, but almost like he's trying to prove a point.

Every time the Ryphorian tries to stretch out or the like, Ronath will back off suddenly. "Uhh, sorry sir, I didn't see you, I didn't see you, forgive me."

After the second or third time it happens (provided there's not a dramatic outburst earlier) the blue will stick his tongue out at Sisyar and then find something else to do.

...that something else may involve trying to talk to Von Junzt.

Lak, the Captain seems very... curt. Is it something I said or did?

Earlier

To Ronath
No need for radical tactics there for those meetings. I will find the ones who dreamed of being artists as larvae although without any talent and now are making everyone's work a bit harder. With a bit of networking i will be informed earlier in the future about horrible scripts and don't have to stand up in a meeting.

In reaction to Ronath's discomfort on ships not designed for Dragonkins.
Guidance, if i recall the Drake class ships have a basic interior, which is not designed for large creatures like Dragonkins for example. Would it be possible to fit a couch like this one patting the couch she sits on onto the bridge at least? Better two one for the bridge and one for the crew quarters, we can carry them as a team i guess.

Eyeing the young Dwarf Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (15) + 5 + (1) = 21 Put Law Officer theme on top and it's crystal clear. Lakritze sees right through the obvious lie.

Privately to Cletus Remember you can answer telepathy back! As long as i intiate the conversation there is no need to use your voice.

Diplomay to hit the right tone: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 8 + (4) = 22 Cletus your mother will always see you in your larval stage, she has a hard time to remember you are a big boy now. I know you are a big brave boy you made it through Starfinder training and that drone is really unique. So if you don't want to have big scaly boy here, my Dragonkin partner, also watching you constantly to take your medicine and follow you everyhwere on the ship you better inform him like a doctor. Ronath, the big scaly boy, has studied Medicine and knows what he is doing.
Accidents due to medical conditons in basic crew quarters are no fun for anybody. Arrgh i know why i rely on rolling Diplomacy. Still feels awkward.

As for naming the ship
"Why not Protector Karen or Mighty Karen or just Karen for our ship?" it's unclear what her intentions are. "Traditonal ships do have female names so why not Karen?"

"Hello Sisyar!"
To Ronath
I am fine he is a lightweight like i am one!

Please be respectful i know someone who's realname is Karen and since it became a thing on the internet her low self esteem took a really severe hit! Just getting bullied for no reason at all is horrible. Imaging to be anxious about your name!

On the ship
Ron i don't think the Captain is someone who really socializes in a friendly manner. Seems to be one of those ruling with a a carrot and a stick and finding it easier to use the stick. *sigh*

Only if Sisyar makes a scene Lakritze wil interfere, knowing too well how stubborn and mischievous Ronath can be.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (14) + 5 + (1) = 20
Using her natural telepathy and also emitting that she knows that Cletus is hiding something and his answer was a lie.
Just do your best to improve our diet and don't forget to speak from Engineer to Engineer once we are back at Absalom Station. If you can't repair it now then it is broken.

"I don't really know how to cook. But we can try to upload those recipies i have on my comm-unit. Let's keep one as it is and do a backup first!"

Guidance, if i recall the Drake class ships have a basic interior, which is not designed for large creatures like Dragonkins for example. Would it be possible to fit a couch like this one patting the couch she sits on onto the bridge at least? Better two one for the bridge and one for the crew quarters, we can carry them as a team i guess.

"Requisition of upholstery relaxation model #1579570486 granted. Requistion of Starfinder intern informal designation 'Steve' granted. Manual labor contract initiated. The Drake cargo hold should provide ample space for this assignment."

Sisyar feels at home on the ship. "Ah, its good to be at home.". Immediately, he goes and inspects all the nooks and crannies. "Hey, Lakritze! Look at this. It's the latest model. I've only used models L4599Cx. But this is top of the line." He lets out a whistle as he points to something nondescript.

The large dragonkin 'accidentally' bumps into Sisyar a few times. At first, he's obviously terrified and tries to scoot away. But then he realizes Ronath is only teasing. "Uhh... I think we got off on the wrong foot. I've never actually met a.... dragonkin before.". He's obviously shaking, but Sisyar holds out a hand. "I've lived most of my life on The Calamity with my family, learning the way of the stars."

Shortly after you arrive in system and the planet Asil appears on your main viewscreen, the Drake’s proximity sensors pick up an object on an intercept course. Alarms then blare as a slender form (image on Slide #2, map on Slide #3) emerges from the distant void, slithering from out of the planet’s shadow. It moves directly toward you, its toothy maw ominously glowing with a supernatural light, like an anglerfish.

The ship’s designated Science Officer can attempt a Life Science check as a free action before Starship Combat to identify the creature:

Lurker in the Void, Round 1

Phase 1: Engineering
Phase 2: Helm
Phase 3: Gunnery

Engineer is up! Captain may also act!

Captain Von Junzt assigns a +1 to gunnery and a +1/+1 to the pilot.

“Gunner Ronath... I.... demand... you to... do your... best!”

Intimidate DC 18: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

Gunner has a +4 to his actions for one round

Cletus squints at the view screen, and utters a few choice words that his mother would not approve of. "Felgercarb! What the frak is that?" Resuming some composure, he assumes duties at his station. "Diverting power to engines. Let's speed this jalopy up a little so we can get by whatever that it."

engineering roll to divert power to engines: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Success. Our speed is now +2 for this round!

Enemy 'Engineer', Divert to 'Engines': 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

The creature increases its forward momentum towards you!

Drake Initiative: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 = 14
Enemy Initiative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Lurker in the Void, Round 1

Phase 1: Engineering
Phase 2: Helm
Phase 3: Gunnery

Pilot and Science Officer are up!

Gunner has a +4 to his actions for one round

It's just to one check of their choosing.

"Let's see what this baby can do!". Sisyar fires up the engine. He has a bit of trouble adjusting to a new ship. He flies up, with the help of Cletus diverting power to the engines. Sensing the enemy will react to what he does, Sisyar decides to attempt to evade any oncoming attack.

Pilot, Evade: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Moved up ship 10 spaces. Ship gains a +2 circumstance bonus to its AC and TL until start of next round.

"Hey, Lakritze! Look at this. It's the latest model. I've only used models L4599Cx. But this is top of the line." He lets out a whistle as he points to something nondescript.

"I am not that familiar with details like that so you mean that thing over there?" Pointing just slightly to the left.

"I've lived most of my life on The Calamity with my family, learning the way of the stars."

"Fascinating you spent most of your life on a ship?" Lakritze listens with great interest. Society makes you pick a planet in the Pact Worls or offical home planet of your race as home planet... Sadly to be born and raised on a ship is too vague and well sometines your home planet could give you a teeny little bonus for a check. Or a bit more of information.

"Requistion of Starfinder intern informal designation 'Steve' granted.

So i once posted Karen as player name for one of my characters for a potential character sheet... So the whole thing about my name as a thing on the internet is horrible. My first name is uncommon here in Germany and pronounced differently but still... Would have loved to sneak in my name as the ship's name. Too bad we did not really roleplay the naming of the ship as a whole group.

@Cletus Loving the dynamic of mother and son you created there as great material for roleplaying. In reallife that's another story. Name has nothing to do with that kind of a parent.

"No clue what that thing is, but intercept course can't be good!"
Clicking sounds of mandibles and buttons while Lakritze's antennae are showing how alert she is.

"Initiating scan..." Computers for Scan: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 Another firm hit on a button "Scanning results send to all stations!"

@ Lakritze: I am the first to admit that a little bit of the typical "Karen" jokes goes a LONG way. Honestly, it was really the haircut on the artwork that made me laugh, and I only used Karen so most anyone would instantly relate. In all other ways, Cletus' mother is actually not a "Karen" in the classic sense--she is actually very nice to all of the other Starfinders, and even to her servers at the local Absalom Station Space-Applebees! Her unfortunate haircut is the only thing that causes me to laugh just a bit. Otherwise she is simply an overbearing (but very loving) mother that makes Cletus a little grumpy. It's obviously not my intent to offend or make anyone feel bad, especially a fellow player who I am enjoying playing this scenerio with. In many ways, this Karen is breaking many "Karen" stereotypes.

Cletus' comm device lights up with a recorded holo transmission from his mother. "Cletus honey, I hope this isn't a bad time, but..."

Cletus curses and shuts off his comm device, and returns to optimizing the engines.

On Sisyar's 'getting it'...

"It's okay, everyone tends to react with awe, worship, and respect so it's understandable if humanoids are overcome by the sheer charisma that my people radiate..." Ronath offers with a toothy smile and a gently kidding tone. "Ryphorian, right? Some of my clutchmates bonded with people of your species. We don't generally don't bite people's heads off unless we have to."

There's a pause for a beat.

"The amount of floss one has to use to get ligaments out of the teeth is pretty cost-prohibitive." he then quips.

He takes the offerred hand in a firm but not overly strong grasp.

"Ronath, sometimes refered to as 'The Axe-User' after a few choice amputations during a battle on Triaxus. Lak calls me 'Ron' or 'Ro' depending on her mood."

Leadup and in Combat

Ronath gets to his couch and straps in.

Enemy 'Pilot', Evade, DC 11: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

"Scanning results send to all stations!"

Ship Classification: Besmaran Whelp, N Medium Starship Aberration

Living crew complement: 1
Base Speed: 10
Maneuverability: Good

Armor Class: 13
Target Lock: 11
Total/Current Hull Points: 55
Total/Current Shield Points: Bioshields 40 (10, 10, 10, 10)
Core PCU: Besmaran whelp heart, equivalent to 150 PCU

Weapon #1: Radioactive Breath Weapon, Forward, Line, Medium (10 hexes), 4d4

Sisyar takes the offensive, flying straight at the creature.. it does so similarly, but like a predator it zigs and zags and finishes adjacent to your flank!

Claws: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 2) = 7

...but it can't grip your hull through your shields!

Lurker in the Void, Round 1

Phase 1: Engineering
Phase 2: Helm
Phase 3: Gunnery

Gunner is up!

The dragonkin slowly swivels the turret around to bring the massive missile launcher to bear upon the creature, holding the shot as long as possible to ensure a nice tight lock in somewhere tender.

Shoot!

Mysticism(Demanded) High Explosive Missile Launcher: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 4 = 12

The wily dodging, however, throws off his aim a bit. He starts humming to himself as he waits for the launcher to cycle.

♫You can't... always... get... what you want.... you can't... always... get... what you want...♫

Unfortunately, the latent mystical energies from exiting the Drift just barely interfere with Ro's shot, and this first skirmish ends in a draw.

Enemy 'Engineer', Divert to 'Weapons': 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Lurker in the Void, Round 2

Phase 1: Engineering
Phase 2: Helm
Phase 3: Gunnery

Engineer is up!

"Let's keep this old jalopy moving!

Diverting power to engines one more time.

engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

And that's a swing and a miss.

Thinking about switching to Captain and try a Demand on Von Junzt. Otherwise i doubt you would like to know more about additional weapons, although i am curious, that would be Scan then. Otherwise Target System (a Push action) sounds nice. The next attack made by your starship that hits the enemy ship scores a critical hit on a natural roll of 19 or 20. If that attack deals critical damage, it affects the chosen system. For any further critical damage resulting from the attack, determine which system is affected randomly as normal.

Thinking about switching to Captain and try a Demand on Von Junzt. Otherwise i doubt you would like to know more about additional weapons, although i am curious, that would be Scan then. Otherwise Target System (a Push action) sounds nice. The next attack made by your starship that hits the enemy ship scores a critical hit on a natural roll of 19 or 20. If that attack deals critical damage, it affects the chosen system. For any further critical damage resulting from the attack, determine which system is affected randomly as normal.

Switching to Captain role!

Laritze abandons the Science Officer station and with a nod takes over the Captain's seat from Von Junzt.
Computer bonus distributed will be if we have two Gunners: Gunner, Gunner and Pilot, if we have only one Gunner: Gunner, Pilot and Pilot. Did miss the edit window by minutes.

It sounds like we do still have two Gunners, since as Wei Ji pointed out, the gun they modified with Mystical Guidance Systems remains modified regardless of who sits at the Gunnery station.

Drake Initiative: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 = 13
Enemy Initiative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Lurker in the Void, Round 2

Phase 1: Engineering
Phase 2: Helm
Phase 3: Gunnery

Pilot is up!

"Can you do anything to get us out and away from it's grip and the forward arc? We got lucky last pass." the blue offers as they try to clear the mystic static from the console he's using.

No mechanical effect, just rp

Please feel free! That's the bread and butter of PbP =D

Stop rolling so low for initiative!

Sisyar studies the enemy. "Roger that. I'll try my darndest, Ronath." Sisyar feels confident in his abilities and tries to flip the ship around. He feels the rumble of the ship beneath him as he presses a few buttons and maneuvers the ship gracefully.

Flip and Burn, Pilot DC 18: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Move forward 4 hexes then rotate ship. Hope that's a good maneuver for everyone! Still trying to figure out strategy.

Starting nice and sweet the tone changes drastically when Lakritze adresses the Half-Orc via telepathy
"Please shoot that Whelp, or we will sing satirical songs in every drinking hole in the Pact Worlds about your shooting skills!"

Intimidate for Demand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
+4 in Gunnery Phase for Von Junzt

Antennae twitching and her unblinking insect-like eyes fixated on Von Junzt no word can be heard from her on the bridge.

Your doing a great job, Sisyar! Improvise and adapt from moment to moment. Basically point our weapons to the enemy and if possible to the arc who has the lowest shield. In our case nobody took any damage and we don't have a weak arc so far. A low shield from us should point away from the best enemy weapon.

Enemy 'Pilot', Evade, DC 11: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Confused by your fancy stunts, the creature circles around, wary of any more tricks. Unable to close into melee, it opens its toothy maw wide and tries to stun you from a distance!

Radioactive Beam vs AC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Damage, 1s => 2s: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 2) = 10 + 1 = 11

Its assault burns through your port shields and even singes your hull!

Lurker in the Void, Round 2

Phase 1: Engineering
Phase 2: Helm
Phase 3: Gunnery

Gunners are up!

Ronath reaches out and gently caresses the side of the console before taking another shot.

One more shot, then I'll go try to figure something else out because I don't feel like walking in the ether today.

Mysticism High Explosive Missile Launcher: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10

With a snarl and frustration the blue shoves the console out of the way and starts undoing his safety straps.

*Unprintable anger concepts*

“Let’s… bathe… our ship… in this… creature’s… blood”. Von Junzt uses the coilgun.

Gunnery: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 + 4 = 24
Coilgun vs. AC: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 3) = 12

Don't forget the couch. Wherever you feel more useful. We will stop this monster! Lakritze inspects some readouts and chats a bit with her bonded scaly friend.

*Image of Whelp as gigantic steak in space*