[SF] Fly Free or Die AP - GM Ewok

Game Master EwokBanshee

Strek is curious who the recipient is, too, and uses his newly acquired Library Chip to Auto-Aid Akh's search.

"I got an idea. Guess? is a smooth talker.. So after we dump the fish on this guy's table, maybe we could charge 'im a disposal fee and just haul it away."

There's a "so long, and thanks for all the fish" joke in there somewhere..

Strek

"I got an idea. Guess? is a smooth talker.. So after we dump the fish on this guy's table, maybe we could charge 'im a disposal fee and just haul it away."

Melissas whiskers twitch as she Sniff sniffs "Strek" for signs of pickles

"That would be pushing our luck a LOT further than it generally goes. "

Step 1) the worst part of this plan. Make sure it is just rotten fish (thank you, saranrae, for armor seals...) and the container itself is just regular plain old space metal. Dig through, make sure it isn't a bomb, or a bomb in the middle of the fish, or fish that have eaten exploding nanites. or fish infected with scalepox, or a pile of alien face huggers, or fish skitters/vesk are deathly alergic to or...... to be fair you're not paranoid when the universe IS out to get you.

Step 2 Rig BOOM. We want it to explode safely. IE up. Should probably be a spring launcher like a circus cannon rather than like, space C4.

Should probably have a camera and a manual trigger so that it doesn't accidentally go off when the skittermanders climb on top of it to "help" unpack it.

Whats the gravity on vesk 3? We can time the fish to land at the end of the song...

Step 3 We'll overclock a Holographic Sashimo to deliver the message.

Step 4: Would we be safe flying low off the radar with a messed up transponder to not look like us or should we fake an ID and rent a ship for the very last part?

"Del are you sure this fish can't hop to an alternate reality where it is a bomb? How about this one? You Ok you look a little blue around the gills.... "

sorry, y'all, no post today. Catch you tomorrow. Del, give me a Piloting check to travel undercover when you can.

I think we can handle a Vesk warlord just fine. As long as they're not a friend of Sinjin's... Shudder.

Akh and Strek look up the address the dragonkin gives you while the rest of the group haggles with the man. It's the palace of Ser Rodrik Mopatis, a warlord on Vesk-2 who rules over a chunk of the southern continent. His region is known for their technology and food exports. A loud crash comes from the front of the bodega as you finish up your research and conversation. The dragonkin hands you a contract, which you sign. He smiles, viciously. "Excellent. Here's the coordinates for the pickup point. Good luck." He tosses you a credstick with seven numbers written on it, the a set of orbital coordinates. Expecting a nearby pickup, rather than one in space, you look up in surprise to see the dragonkin injecting himself with a spell ampoule! Before your eyes, he disappears! Do you want to attempt to catch the invisible dragonkin to press him for information? Or are you ok to let him go?

You type the coordinates into your datapads and it points to a rather sparse section of the Diaspora. No major asteroids float nearby, it's just an empty section of space - not close to any major settlement. Just then you get a ping from your datapads. A spheremail just arrived in each of your personal inboxes, from a company focused on anonymity for their clients. The message reads "Thank you for your services, BULLSEYE SHIPPING, LLC. Here is a copy of the binding contract you signed." The contract is attached. You take a second look at the contract; it's nothing out of the ordinary for a shipping agreement, though you do notice the penalties for failure to deliver are a little harsh. Excerpt: If CONTRACTOR is within the legal boundaries of the Drakelands, they will be subject to the highest punishment allowed by law. Including, but not limited to, flaying, burning, and staking for 24 hours. As is custom in the Drakelands, CONTRACTOR will be kept alive through and after the punishment, to live with their failure. I mean... you could run with the 4500 credit downpayment. Why not add "Vicious anonymous Dragon CEO" to your Hostile list! lol. What do you think?

Despite him being invisible, melissa twitches her whiskers and keeps talking in his general direction.

"You could have added the spell amp as a tip instead of being all dramatic you know...."

Le poison le poison
ho ho ho he he he
In a weekend you conquered vesk 3
All the skitties aside
didn't want to be fried
We'll help conquer our planet for free...

The dragon sends her regards.

Melissa will drop 500? credits on a holographic shashimo, speakers, a parachute and hit the junk yard for hinges springs and car air bags. The more stuff that comes from triaxus the better.

"Ha. After this Moms not going to be the only one wanted in the Veskarium. I wonder if my reward will be higher than hers...."

"Hey, uhh.." Strek awkwardly asks the invisible Dragonkin while the bodega employees begin cleaning up the broken glass around them, "Sounds like you know this guy pretty well. To ensure we can deliver it to him and not get stopped at his gates, you got any suggestions for a cover? Something he'd WANT to be delivered?"

And if there's no response, Strek will try to focus his next leg of research on the Skittermander holiday itself, to see if there's a plausible surprise gift that this bucket of fish could be disguised as.

"Hmm.. Inside banquet would be harder"

She ooooos evily

"We bake a giant cake that looks like an olde fashioned vesk ship that made contact with vesk 3. The hangar doors drop, he's bathed in glorious light, with a vesk that looks just like our target holding his hands up ready to bring the glory of the empire to the skittermanders.. and then BAM. Flying rotten fish everywhere."

"Or, ya know, holo-stripper?"

Melissa scratches her head "Do vesk even have a nudity taboo? Or is an exposed sternum something they only want to see on their enemies? "

Either way it makes for a better excuse for our intentions. We didn't know the delivery was a prank! The cake contained a fishy stripper and only their spawn (the fish) survived! Maybe we can concoct a quasi-real mermaid body to throw in there with the fish! Jaraduk seems too into the idea.

"Uh Huuuuuuh... And WHY is the stripper roughly the size of our cargo hold? Life sized dragon stripper? Cause unless you wana to buy 47 null space chambers thats how big they're going to be. This orders roughly the size of our cargo hold despite its.. uhm.. efficient use of space. "

She looks at Jarduks suggestion of using a real mermaid body and shuffles away from him and behind Akh

"That's it, hot water is off for this trip. Cold showers only. "

Haha! This is shaping up to be one interesting delivery!!

"Excellent plans! And yes, if we can manage to remain anonymous as the delivery team, I can certainly approach this Ser Rodrik Mopatis and offer our services to haul the stuff away!

"How hard can it be to sell someone on hauling away 50 tons of dead fish? Amirite??"

Overhearing the conversation, Akh starts typing a search on his datapad.

Vesk strippers tabboos

Do Vesk think eggs are sexy?

Vesk warlord negotiation tactics

He sighs, already somewhat resigned to being flayed, burned AND staked for 24 hours. Maybe he could get a laugh out of it before that happened.

Did you mean Vesk Stripper Tatoo ?

Images of vesk tail stamps

Phew, this is cracking me up. I don't know where I thought this mission was going, but definitely not here!

Despite Strek's very useful question... the invisible dragonkin does not answer. The group heads back to the ship, discussing the best ways to utilize disguises and holographics to distract a potentially angry vesk warlord. As you arrive, the triaxian nuts are finished loading. You settle in and Del flies the Last Chance up and out of the planet's atmosphere.

1d6 ⇒ 3

A few days later, you pop out of the drift to the location set by the dragon's coordinates. Looking out the viewscreens, you are puzzled. There's just... nothing. Small asteroids and rocky debris slowly float by. You scan the area... I'm going to assume Melissa will hit a DC 22 Computers check eventually... and see an object just at the end of your scanning range! Del navigates over to it and you pull up images of an old derelict ship, leisurely on the move away from the jump point. As you pull up alongside it, you can see that it’s clearly a wreck. The hull is marred by long gashes and scorch marks that resemble some kind of angular script.

The ship's twin cargo holds appear intact, though the engines are in serious disrepair. There is a faded print of the ship's name on the exterior, The Final Endeavor.

Melissa's scans show that due to hundreds of microfractures, the ship cannot hold an artificial atmosphere. More oddly, the only airlock has melted into a solid slab, so there’s only one viable entry point: a jagged hole on the port side. Alrighty! Everybody want to go in? Any special comments or methods you want to use? If so, give me a Perception check.

"I literally lived under a rock an even I've seen this movie. What do you say we drop a few pounds of dynamite into a lake on castrovel and get our fish that way?"

Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"Huh. Those markings are Infernal and they say something about Hell being an awesome place. I get the feeling there will be some demons or devils or whatnot partying it up in there."

Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

"And I recognize the ship... it's a couple decades old but the floor plan should be something like this...." Guess? sketches out the ship layout on a digital pad and shares it with the rest of the crew.

"So! We headin in there and gettin our fish?? I gotta wonder though... Seems odd that denizens of Hell would attack and scuttle a ship full of fish. And then a dragon would manage to locate it and use it for a prank on a vesk warlord. It's just a weird series of events. But yo, there's 4500 cred to be made and fishy holo-strippers to deliver! So time to put on our professional game faces, amirite?!?!"

Guess? will use his morphic skin to transform into an average, nondescript looking halfling before the party moves on.

"Anyone remotely surprised he can read that? No. Ok. Just checking.... "

Strek pulls out his pocket linguist and cross-references the script with his library chip...

Culture (2 ranks): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
• +2 to Decipher Writing (takes twice as long)
• +4 to Recall Knowledge

"Checks out. Nope. Not surprised," he replies to Melissa.

Engineering (4 ranks): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Strek takes the map from Guess and tries to analyze where the fish might most likely be located.

"It's pretty torn up. I betcha we could breach the hull if we want to make a new entrance."

"Anyone remotely surprised he can read that? No. Ok. Just checking.... "

lolol.

You can see Guess?'s "sketch" on Slide 1.

Looking at the map, Strek can see that this ship is larger than your own and has two conventional cargo holds. He assumes that the 50 tons of fish are in one of the two holds. You all look at the weapon loadout of the Last Chance, and don't see any weapons capable of breaching a ship's walls without seriously damaging the interior. I don't see any Breach weapons on your ship. You could just fire on their ship until you deal critical damage to the Life Support system, but who knows what other damage you could deal to the fishy cargo in the meantime.

"So I can't use my usual BOOMcannon cause there's no air, no air no sound. What else do we have in the pile that might be good? "

"We could park along side and dock, or park a little further away and Just jump across. This turns into Fifthday the 13th we run back here, pick up some valuable cargo here, haul it to the veskarium, buy the fish locally and dump it as planned. I don't think anyone cares where the fish came from as long as they stink to high valhalla. But as long as they're free, packed, and right there...This isn't a delivery job we've been hired to play a practical joke."

"Ah, this one seems like even more of a trap than usual. Guess?, are you sure you're being selective with the people you talk to?" Akh intones as he seals his environmental protections in preparation for what is guaranteed to be a dangerous boarding operation of some booby-trapped and/or haunted vessel. "Why exactly are we assuming that the fish is on this devil-filled-death-trap? Maybe the real ship we're supposed to get are cargo from is perfectly intact and still on its way."

He nods with Melissa's final comment "Maybe the practical joke is on us."

He suggests "Could we just tow the whole ship with us, infestation and all?"

"Ah, this one seems like even more of a trap than usual. Guess?, are you sure you're being selective with the people you talk to?"

"Sure I am! I'm selecting to speak with those who promise to pay credits!! Especially those who pre-pay credits!!"

Guess? grins.

Having flashbacks to our Dead Suns PbP where we convinced the Android that intergalactic salvage law involved licking the ship you wanted to lay claim to >.<

"Derelict or not, I betcha she's still worth something as salvage. I say we tether a safety line, spacewalk across, and at least graffiti tha hull. Then while we're there we can check to see if there's any fish."

Hmm, with the breach in the hull, I wonder what the vacuum of space does to idle, rotting fish. Jaraduk muses.

Getting back to the topic at hand, the suspicion of Melissa and Akh resonates with him.

If only we still had those goblins. They were a curious bunch... Realizing how this might look he shakes it off and continues. Yeah, towing the ship to a safe inspection location sounds ideal. I don't think we should go in.

"Fish're probly vacuum sealed. Without the 'sealed' part."

"If getting moderately well off without dying was easy every one would do it. "

"Melissa. I think most everyone other than us is moderately well off with a minimum of dying and then only after a long and satisfying existence. We're just exceptionally unlucky."

"Melissa. I think most everyone other than us is moderately well off with a minimum of dying and then only after a long and satisfying existence. We're just exceptionally unlucky."

"Nah. You grew u...erm.. came online? Around Sinjin. He only bothers with people that are at least making it. For every one of those there's 10 people cleaning the floors or replacing the pipes or mining the ore for the station you're on, working their buts off and earning just enough to get some glop and pay taxes, with the boss threatening to replace them with a rhoomba if they slack off. You never really see those people. Like literally they're in the back room or on the night shift or working 2 miles under ground or in the middle of an asteroid. "

"Thanks for reminding me. With the goblins gone, need to craft us up a maintenance bot."

Having flashbacks to our Dead Suns PbP where we convinced the Android that intergalactic salvage law involved licking the ship you wanted to lay claim to >.<

hahaha I forgot about that!!

The group suits up and gathers their positivity towards this not-at-all cursed mission. Del pulls close to the vessel, near enough to to shoot over a cable. You pass over, and graffiti Bullseye Shipping LLC on the side. As you rest against the outside of the craft, your armor's external sensors translate vibrations in the hull into sounds from within the vessel’s walls. The groans and metallic scratches don't repeat themselves, instead rising and falling in volume.

Strek and Melissa check out the cable's attachment on the wrecked ship and shake their heads. This line won't hold up to a drift jump. You could tow it going sub-light speed but that would take ages to travel between systems. Your best luck of transporting the ship itself is to repair it's drift drive and fly it to the destination. (That or buy a ship large enough to carry the wreck into it's hold!) You travel around the port side of the craft, to peek into the jagged hole. It blows right through a pair of living quarters, the contents long gone due to explosive decompression. Looking into the hole, you see into an empty ship corridor. According to Guess?'s sketch, the ship's bridge is on your left. The corridor continues forward towards the crew quarters and engineering before it turns towards the twin cargo holds. Alright, choose your poison. Bridge, Engineering, Crew Quarters, or Cargo Holds!

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

"Hmmm... a wrecked ship that groans and scratches. Yep, seems perfectly normal to me!

...well, not really. But there's money to be made!"

Looking at the ship, Guess? remarks, "You know what would be super helpful right about now? Heavy duty plasma cutters that can cut through that melted airlock to the fore of the ship so that we can directly access the cargo holds. That way, we won't have to traipse our way around the rest of this ship just to get to the rotten fish...

"Oh well since it's close by, I vote we check out the bridge. I mean if there's any hazards or hostiles on board, we'll probably want to neutralize them before we starting hauling cargo around leaving us vulnerable to ambushes, amirite?"

Guess? looks at Melissa in particular who previously stated that she's seen this movie before...

Speaking of which, I JUST watched Scream 5 last night which reminded me of Melissa's remark. hehehe

perception: 1d20 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 3 = 19

"Lets hit engineering first. If the drift drive is repariable we don't need to move the giant crate we can just bring the entire ship. and it absolutely wouldn't look likess like a horror movie if we had the light on.... "

Piloting: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Eyeing the starship, Del groans loudly. "What the heck!? This was the good job, Guess?! This is a deathtrap! It's not even a disguised deathtrap! It's the most obvious deathtrap we could possibly walk into."

After firing the tow line she activates her arbors environmental protections and leaps outside the starship, golden energy wings suddenly appearing on her back. She flies over to the entrance and peers inside, then enters the deathtrap alongside her pals. She peeks her head into the two narrow doors by their entrance, deciding neither are really meant for someone her size, then loiters in the hall where she's got room enough to stand.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Well, this looks cozy."

As the others debate the way to go first, Del shrugs. "Fixing a Drift engine takes time. We'll have to explore the whole starship before we make repairs anyway, right? I vote Bridge. There might be information in the logs there."

"Sure, lets go so the bridge and listen to the grainy audio logs of the crew screaming so we know whats going to happen to us too... "

You take the leftmost corridor, heading to the bridge. Akh cracks open the door, silent in the vacuum. This is clearly the bridge, or at least it used to be. Most of the ship’s controls are smashed beyond repair or recognition. Gouges line the walls, the crew chairs are ripped apart, and strange symbols are written in flaking crimson across the floor. The ship's computers sit against the wall, highly damaged. The far wall is made of actual

In the center of the room is a blocky robot with V.I.C.T.O.R. stenciled on its chest. It's head slowly rotates towards you and it broadcasts a warning on all channels. "INTRUDERS! CAPTAIN, THERE ARE INTRUDERS ON THE BRIDGE! INTRUDERS!"

The robot fires a net from it's chest, which wraps around Akh's legs. It fires a blast of electricity from it's right hand, which hits the starship wall. "Virtually Integrated..."

nyfiber net @ Akh: 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 15 - 4 = 23 You are entangled! You can escape with an Acrobatics check (DC 18) or a Strength check (DC 23). This check is a move action.

voltaic anchor pistol @ Akh: 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 15 - 4 = 14
Nonlethal E: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1) + 5 = 9

Everyone is up! Round 1!
Akh SP 27/27 HP 25/25 RP 3/3, ENTANGLED
Strek SP 20/20 HP 24/24 RP 3/3
Jaraduk SP 21/21, HP 27/27, RP 4/4
Melissa SP 19/19 HP 21/21 | RP 4/4
Del SP: 15/15, HP: 19/19, RP: 5/5
Guess? SP 18/18 HP 17/17 | RP 5/5

V.I.C.T.O.R. 0 Damage

Life science: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14 + scent?

[dice=Life science]1d20+3+1 + scent?

If you weren't in a vacuum, I'd say yes. But no scent bonus on this one.

"A robot? Oh, that can't be too bad, right?" Akh comments in the middle of being grabbed by a nyfiber net. He swiftly wriggles free of the entangling mess, then un-squeezes as he heads into the bridge. He draws his taclash as he goes. "Really, as far as haunted, devil infested, booby-trapped hellscapes go, this is positively delightful."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Threatening out to 15 feet, so if it needed:
AoO Entropic Taclash vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 Damage (B): 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Eyeing the starship, Del groans loudly. "What the heck!? This was the good job, Guess?! This is a deathtrap! It's not even a disguised deathtrap! It's the most obvious deathtrap we could possibly walk into."

Hey! That's your sister talkin'! With us, you traded standards for gumption! Let's make some money! Jaraduk bellows back at Del before she exits the last chance (very likely rolling her eyes).

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V.i.c.t.o.r.? Sounds kind of old fashion. You should have a cool, space-aged name like T.A.R.S.!

Jaraduk moves up and throws his cobbled-together web grenade 10' behind Victor.

[move] step NE
[standard] throw web grenade 1
Grenade attack vs. grid intersection AC5, Mire rounds: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 171d4 ⇒ 1

" A robot using non lethal weaponry...Coms open channel. HI Hi Victor I'm Melissa, I surrender. I'm not an intruder I'm here to...well I"m going to fix the bridge. And clean the place. You're probably going to loose consciousness for a second and wake up with me fixing you. DON"T shoot me after that happens. Do you know where your captain wa..is ? "

Melissa is usually pretty good about not trying to do the ysoki thing where you talk and listen at the same time. until the bullets start flying. Which is a saddly common occurrence...

That should get her shot last I hope...

engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28 Would primarily like to know if the AI on these is sanish or one of those "KILL ALL HUMANSoids" types

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 9 + (1) = 21

Going to let the boys play with the robot for now....

Perception (4 ranks): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Strek points out the obvious, that those noises aren’t anything natural. "Definitely something that doesn't belong here, but, what's the worst it could be? An infernally-tainted fish ghost-swarm? Wait.. don't answer that."

Strek draws his weapon and spins up GUMBI to initiate Combat Tracking.

Engineering to ID Robot: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24 (Special Defenses?)

"Standard issue bridge assistant, looks like."

Can identify creature rolls be assisted? If yes, then Guess? will assist our lead engineer, Strek
Engineering to assist IDing the bot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Guess? self-reprimands himself for not already having his weapon drawn and ready while entering such an obvious deathtrap.

He moves up forward a bit to get a view of the robot while drawing his weapon then fires!

Diasporan Rifle vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Damage (F): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"Definitely something that doesn't belong here, but, what's the worst it could be? An infernally-tainted fish ghost-swarm? Wait.. don't answer that."

"I swear to Saranrae if I wasn't the one who'd be doing the first aid I'd shoot you in the **chitter** and see if THAT regrows. STOP asking that sort of thing!!!"

Not quite able to squeeze her way down the hall with all her friends piled in it, or to see this mysterious Victor fellow, Del casts her mind out into other worlds to contemplate what she'd like most right about now—a steaming cup of tea. She tugs on the thought, pulling it into reality. Suddenly, the area she can see at the back of the bridge becomes filled with boiling hot water.

Using infinite worlds to create a second level environmental hazard at the back of the room (as marked; it hurts V.I.C.T.O.R. right now). This area is in boiling water that deals 2 fire damage each round (DC 16 Fortitude save reduces the damage by half. A creature attempts this save when it first takes damage from this effect, and its result applies for the duration of the effect). This effect lasts for 4 rounds.

Jaraduk tosses a grenade into the bridge, covering the floor, and walls, with sticky webbing. Del follows up by bringing in boiling water to fill the area. What a great combo! And no save on the web grenade is NICE. Guess?'s shot hits the robot in the center mass, sending parts flying to float around the room.

Fortitude, DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

The boiling water licks at the bottom of the robot's feet, and it barely reacts. Strek recognizes the robot as a guardian robot. Built for protection, these robots have become something of a status symbol among business leaders and politicians. Most guardian robots are crafted to appear as unassuming humanoids of a certain species and usually have a quiet and deferential virtual intelligence. They constantly scan for potential nearby threats and endeavor to stay close to their handlers, engaging opponents from a distance using grenades or weighted nets. He knows that the robot has typical construct immunities, weapons that are integrated into its body, and nanites which will slowly repair it over time. Nanite Repair (Ex): A guardian robot’s nanites heal it, restoring a number of Hit Points per hour equal to its CR. Once per day as a full action, the robot can restore 3d8 Hit Points to itself or any touched construct with the technological subtype. Additionally, Melissa notices the robot's exposed circuits, making it vulnerable to critical hits and electricity.

Eager to get out of the boiling tea at its feet, the robot struggles through the webbing towards safety. Triggering an AoO because difficult terrain denies his guarded step!! Akh pops right out of the net in time to swipe at the robot's chest. As the robot moves, it continues to broadcast. "Custodian and Tireless..." It turns at the waist with jerky movements and fires its electric blast at Guess?. Then, the robot turns to Melissa, single red eye staring intently. "Melissa, I accept your surrender. The captain will come along shortly." To the ysoki's trained eye, it appears this robot was seriously damaged by the devils that attacked the ship. It's nanites may have put it's casing back together but the logic systems are definitely misfiring. It seems to be working for the ship's captain, and has orders to protect the ship bridge.

voltaic anchor pistol @ Guess?: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25
Nonlethal E: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 1) + 5 = 7

Everyone is up! Round 2!
Akh SP 27/27 HP 25/25 RP 3/3
Strek SP 20/20 HP 24/24 RP 3/3
Jaraduk SP 21/21, HP 27/27, RP 4/4
Melissa SP 19/19 HP 21/21 | RP 4/4
Del SP: 15/15, HP: 19/19, RP: 5/5
Guess? SP 11/18 HP 17/17 | RP 5/5

V.I.C.T.O.R. 21 Damage
Fire Hazard 2 (3 rounds remaining)

"Hey, VICTOR! You just shot the Cap'n! Your memory circuits are busted. We'll have ta rewire ya."

Oh man if we can find out what this Captain looked like maybe Guess? can assume his identity =P

But in the meantime..

Ember Agitator vs EAC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 = 26
Damage (F): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Overcharge: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Boost: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Oh. The Initiative Tracker has our old stats.

Strek is now SP 28, HP 30, RP 4