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Source Starfinder Core Rulebook pg. 377
Classes Mystic 3, Precog 3, Technomancer 3, Witchwarper 3
School transmutation
Casting Time 1 standard action
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Targets up to one creature/level, no two of which can be more than 30 ft. apart
Duration 1 round/level
Saving Throw Will negates; Spell Resistance yes
Description
An affected creature moves and attacks at a drastically slowed rate. Creatures affected by this spell are staggered (see page 277). A slowed creature moves at half its normal speed (round down to the next 5-foot increment). Multiple slow effects don’t stack. Slow counters and negates haste.
Source Starfinder Core Rulebook pg. 277
You can take a single move action or standard action each round, but not both, nor can you take full actions. You can still take swift actions, but not reactions.
Source Starfinder Core Rulebook pg. 273
You are on fire. As long as you have this condition, at the start of your turn each round before you take any actions (or attempt the Reflex saving throw described below), you take the listed amount of damage as fire damage (or 1d6 fire damage, if no amount is listed in the effect that causes burning). Fire damage from multiple sources that inflict the burning condition is cumulative.
At the end of each round you are burning, you can attempt a Reflex saving throw to remove this condition. The DC of this saving throw is equal to 10 + the amount of fire damage you took this round from the burning condition. If you succeed at this saving throw, you lose the burning condition. You can attempt a new saving throw each round you have this condition, and you receive a +2 bonus for each previous saving throw you’ve attempted in consecutive rounds.
You can also automatically end this condition by jumping into enough water to douse yourself. If you don’t have enough water on hand, you can spend a full action to roll on the ground or otherwise smother the fire to attempt a new saving throw with a +4 bonus (plus any bonuses from previously failed consecutive attempts) to end the condition.
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The jinsuls change tactics. Even a sluggish jinsul can move quickly enough to get behind Harlan.
The third jinsul (red) dashes forward with simply incredible speed. And it's leg blade tries to ginsu the halforc technomancer. The blade cuts deep. Could half-orc sushi be on the jinsul's menu.
The jinsul between Navasi and Never rears up. Dark energy flashes out in ripples, momentarily blinding the two Starfinders and crushing through their armor to compress their chests. Fortunately for Zephyr, he's just outside the blast radius. Navasi and Never immediately regain their vision.
Reeling, Navasi flips over the barricade. She lands cleanly on both feet and fires her plasma pistol again.
... S; critical bleed 2d6) Ranged
... E & F; critical burn 1d8; 20 ft. line, unwieldy) Ref DC 17
Harlan endures the first attack and, judging based on the severity of the slash, decides to take his chances against red once more. He intentionally rushes around it to draw it's attention and then casts another spell to turn himself into a blazing missile that dashes westward through both red and blue.
Continuing to hold the path to the bridge, Zephyr fires again at green, hoping to burn him down, even if the attacks are not fully effective!
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Expecting to take a hit, Harlan circles the third jinsul. It obliges his expectations with a low slash of a leg-blade. Then Harlan blazes a trail through both jinsuls and poisons the big one.
Navasi's acrobatics take Zephyr by surprise when she momentarily blocks his view, and he hurries his shots. Both go wide.
The big jinsul doesn't chase Harlan. Instead it moves to the other door to auxilliary control.
The red jinsul doesn't turn around. It merely reverses it's plasma gun and blasts the wall beside Never, then wings her.
The green jinsul pursues Navasi, and leaps the barricade behind her. She ducks under a legblade while firing at it. It hits the deck behind her pivots to face her and Zephyr.
IN WORK YET
Source Character Operations Manual pg. 127
Level 3; Price 260
Type poison (injury); Save Fortitude DC 14
Track Dexterity (special); Frequency 1/round for 4 rounds
Effect Progression track is Sluggish—Stiffened—Staggered—Immobile; no end state. Immobile victims can continue to attempt a saving throw each round as a full-round action to revert to stiffened.
Cure 1 save
Sluggish : The victim takes a –2 penalty to Reflex saves and Dexterity based ability checks, attack rolls, and skill checks; the DCs of her spells and special abilities decrease by 2; and she becomes flat-footed.
Stiffened : The victim loses her Dexterity bonus to her Armor Class, and she can’t take reactions.
Staggered : The victim is staggered but can take purely mental full actions.
Immobile : The victim is helpless and can take only purely mental actions.
Staggered
Source Starfinder Core Rulebook pg. 277
You can take a single move action or standard action each round, but not both, nor can you take full actions. You can still take swift actions, but not reactions.
... S; critical bleed 2d6) Ranged
... E & F; criticalburn 1d8 Ref DC 16)
... E & F; criticalburn 1d8 Ref DC 16)
Never burn damage if she fails next ssave.
Zephyr takes his attack of opportunity, trying to block the jinsul from getting past him to the sensitive bridge equipment.
Hoping he did a good job locking down that port door, Zephyr continues to focus on the green jinsul just in front of him!
Harlan scoffs at blue hobbling its way down the corridor. He's content to leave it to it's sluggish advance on the bridge and instead focus on the one Never is fighting. He sends a barrage of magic missiles into its back.
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Never tries to turn so the fire spreads to new areas so as to keep the eventual skin peel and tan more evenly distributed. Then she cheers Harlan's endless barrage of magic missiles. "Haha! I bet you didn't guess we'd be using first-level spells and weapons when you tried to attack this ship!" She looks at you, yes you, and winks.
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The jinsul was obviously not expecting the welcome it receives from Zephyr. The punch in midair queers its landing. The second attempt keeps it off-balance dodging, and the third lands for more damage, causing a puff of smoke to escape its armour.
Showing immeasurable contempt for the emotionally scarred blue, Harlan switches targets to help Never with another brace of magic missiles that not even eyes in the back of red's head can help it avoid.
Never's smoldering suit burns itself out. A slightly cooler vanguard draws chartreuse ichor with a well-placed flick of her taclash.
[ooc] Status: jinsuls to go.
Jinsul Red (-54)
Jinsul Blue (-98) (slowed, staggered 5 rounds left)
Jinsul Green (-99) Burning (slowed, staggered 5 rounds left)
Zephyr -82 (1 rounds of healing left)
Never -46,
Navasi -60
Harlan -29
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Blue finds the door locked, and tries to open it. Harlan's contempt seems well-founded.
Red lunges forward and its mandibles snap at Never's face, it follows the feint with a quick step to the right and a low slash of its legblade.
In auxilliary control phantom tendrils of black writhe around the jinsul. It lashes out at Navasi and the leg blade scores her ribs.
... S; critical bleed 2d6)
... S; critical bleed 2d6)
Zephyr keeps pounding away at the green Jinsul, seeing his physical attacks were working better than the lasers, at least for now.
Harlan bombards red once more, confident that although he can't see what's going on around the corner, it involves the remaining jinsul getting smashed into the deck.
"I'd say we're doin' our best to provide that end." Harlan laughs.
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Never cuts into a leg-joint. The jinsul's leg folds and it hits the deck. It tries to stand, but doesn't have the strength. After a few spasms, it stills.
"Zephyr, behind you!" The large jinsul has opened the other door.
The dark aura around Red tightens and densifies. It rears and the darkness flares out to engulf the bridge.
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Badly hurt, Zephyr continues to pummel green in the hopes of taking him down!
Harlan makes his way around the corner, somewhat disappointed to find that the jinsul he'd left for dead is still kicking and has somehow managed to pry the door open. He extends a gauntleted hand toward it and clasps his pocketwatch in the other. "Alright, lets see how you like this." A ripple of heat rolls toward it.
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Never tries to dodge fire.
But that goes about as well as the first three attempts and she eats a supernova.
"The only useful Solarian is a dead Solarian, especially if it's a giant bug." She doesn't know if this thing is a Solarian or not, but it hardly matters. She runs around to help Harlan but doesn't quite make it.
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Harlan drops the big one. Never arrives just in time to see it bounce once on the deck.
In auxilliary control, green slashes at Navasi. She parries and her riposte cuts deeply into one leg. The buzz blade catches and while woman and jinsul struggle to control the limb, there's an opening for Zephyr.
... S; critical bleed 2d6) Ranged
... E & F; critical burn 1d8; 20 ft. line, unwieldy) Ref DC 17
Harlan pushes forward as the blue assailant falls. He gets sight of the final remaining foe and looks to help Navasi and Zephyr out with a quick pair of force bolts. "Still not done? We've got places to be, heh."
Stepping to the side and lining up his shot, Zephyr tries to time his strike to when the struggle between the jinsul and Navasi exposes a vulnerable spot on the foe. He then strikes hard with his powered-armor enhanced strength!
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The combined assault punches through the last jinsul's carapace, its legs splay outward and it collapses unto the deck. Auxilliary Control is secure.
Shortly thereafter, Jadnura broadcasts on shipwide comms that the jinsul boarders have been repulsed. Preparations for the jump to the Drift will begin while the ship is swept for any possible jinsul survivors. Reports come in from across the fleet that the other carriers are secure. The jinsul ships break off pursuit.
One by one in a rapid succession, the enormous Starfinder ships dive into the Drift. The carriers converge at their rendezvous point, still at full battle readiness. Nominated First Seeker Luwazi Elsebo addresses the fleet through the ships’ comm units.
“Starfinders, today we did something no one would have thought possible a year ago. We were able to rescue many of our comrades and two members of the Society’s former leadership, and what we now know about the Scoured Stars system may at least bring some closure to the loved ones of those who were beyond our help. Despite our victory today, we must remain vigilant, because a new threat has revealed itself. We know little of these jinsuls, but we all witnessed that their armada is massive, and they may have hundreds of thousands of soldiers eager for battle. It is clear they are an enemy we cannot ignore. Today, we must head back home to recuperate, but tomorrow, we must prepare. The Society endures, but a new threat to the galaxy is rising.”
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Never looks for medical help immediately. She's badly burned and not having Luwazi's big speech. She didn't join for pride; she joined to get out of poverty, a common motivation. That she had come this far, with Zephyr specifically, but now with Harlan at her side, did give her a sense of belonging that would not have crossed her mind. The past year had been crazy - the places they'd been and all the crazy battles they'd fought - the Society had sent her out to do a job, and she had done it.
Tidbit chirped at her from her pocket.
"I don't think so," replied Never. "These kinds of stories never really end."
Despite his injuries and exhaustion, Zephyr moves to the helm, eager to use his piloting skills to aid in the evacuation. He tries not to dwell on how close he came to falling in the last battle, with his healing nanites exhausting themselves just as the struggle concluded.
Still, he is proud of his contribution and he spends some time thanking the others for their part, getting to know these organics as best he can given his own limitations with social morays.
Harlan's a little bruised up, but that's the way he likes coming back from a fight. If you didn't get dirty, was it really worth your time? He smirks at the speech from Luwazi. More fights is something he's not likely to say no to, and if there's a whole army of jinsuls out there asking for punishment, it means plenty of lucrative contracts with the Starfinder Society.
"Good showin', you two." He nods to Zephyr and Never, and then another to Navasi, who had joined only for the last part.
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Absalom Station is still abuzz with news and even more rumors about the weeks-old rescue of the Starfinders trapped behind the golden god-shield in the Scoured Stars. And, if you're familiar with certain quarters of the city, especially the Lorespire Complex, the place is awash with refugees.
Starfinder missions had come to a virtual halt during the immediate preparation for the rescue mission. They have not resumed while the Society struggles to reabsorb and care for the rescued agents.
So it is with some small amount of curiosity that you open a message from Radaszam, the vesk leader of the Acquisitives.
Docking Bay W-495 is not regularly used by the Starfinders. It is a Station maintenance bay, shabby as such facilities usually are. The dim lighting hides, well minimizes, the impression of grease and detritus lining the walls and floor.
No ship is to be seen. Airlocks line the curving wall. Andromedaemust lie through one of the ports, and judging by the spacing between airlock doors, she can't be very large.
Across the bay an android in a voluminous brown cloak waves at you then reverses his hand and draws his fingers towards himself twice to beckon you closer.
”Be prepared for hazards,” repeats Zephyr to himself as he pilots the hover suit powered armor. Walking to conserve the battery life, the android still seems to be getting used to operating the large armored suit. Weapon mounts are visible at each shoulder, but the powerful hands are free of any obvious armaments.
Quietly to Harlan, Zephyr says, ”We have orders for the ship, right? Nothing about meeting contacts in the bay—unless those are the Stewards,” with some concern.
Harlan, who had never met a hazard he didn't like (or at least didn't get a kick out of tearing apart), takes the request in stride... At least until he reads the meeting time. When he finally arrives, 15 minutes late, with an extra large coffee in one hand and a thick cigar in the other. He has his full heavy armor on, but the face plate is down and his pudgy tusked face is visible.
He looks up to Zephyr in his powered armor "Hell of an upgrade. Hope it's got the firepower to match the looks though, eh?"
Following Zephyrs gaze to the android, Harlan grunts and calls out "Yeah, how 'bout you mosey on over here instead. 'S too early to be gettin' bothered by shady 'droids in dark corners."
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The android pushes off the wall and strides across the bay. He stops three feet away, and says softly, "Z-4. Riggs. Andromedae awaits."
This close you can see a black bodysuit under the hems of the cloak. He turns on his heel and returns to the airlock door that he had been waiting beside.
Just to be clear, you meet each other on this mission for the first time in the private room.