[SF] Fly Free or Die AP - GM Ewok

Game Master EwokBanshee

Melissa is saying don't let them board at all. Its a no win option when both running or fighting are "I win button" options.

"Guess? I know this is a new concept, but the law and truth are both on our side. They're at war with the planet below us AND they shot us first with no warning. We can't fake better circumstances for shooting them. "

She points at her screen. Then alt tabs off of farmville to the scanner output. THEN points at her screen "I can tell you from this we'll blow them out of the sky or can run away without getting winded. I CAN"T tell you from this if we'll blow them out of our airlock. He could have 4 conscripts fresh out of H.G. Boyscout camp or 30 Praetorian guards that have been killing longer than I've been alive. We won't know until its too late."

A single, green-stained tear rolls down Strek's cheek.

"Cap'n, my Cap'n!"

Alright! We've got Guess?'s vote for inviting them in and fighting, and Melissa's vote split between running or shooting it out. Anybody else?

"Melissa has a good point. We know their ships are weak, but we don't know if their crews are too. With our luck, they have a dozen pet splatterbeasts on each ship that love to eat freshly installed jet boosters. Let's not take that risk. We should send our evidence that these guys are hostile hob gobs to Marixah air control and then start shooting." Akh grips the turret controls, ready to deliver a volley of lasers.

"Welp, if we don't want to bait them in and ambush them, then let's just cut loose and run since they can't catch us. We'll probably get a black mark with the GA and not be allowed back into their space, but it'd be more expedient than getting into a shooting battle."

Guess? was thinking if we went the boarding party ambush route, there may be a way to play the situation to preserve the company's reputation with the GA as well as improving relations with the Republic. Guess? doesn't like the GA but would prefer to continue having the option to continue doing business in GA-controlled space. However, if the crew views the onboard ambush as too high risk, then Guess? will vote for just running . This is because both running and starship combat will drop the company's rep with GA but running will be lower risk than combat.

Shooting them out of the "sky" or bolting seem like the cleaner options. Besides, hiding in bathrooms is... gross. I vote for keeping this simple.

"A'ighty, diverting power to engines! Del, you are clear to get us outta here!"

"Roger that!" Del exclaims, putting metaphoric pedal to the metal and flying away. She grins. "I haven't raced in ages!"

Piloting: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

"Roger that!" Del exclaims, putting metaphoric pedal to the metal and flying away. She grins. "I haven't raced in ages!"

[dice=Piloting]1d20+16

Melissa passes out Airsick bags to species who have that option. Thinks about it and hands Jaraduk four.

"Sorry Guess?, The best plan I could think of had a big risk of you getting arrested as the captain for warcrimes and.. and.. Dammit why wasn't that tallied in the favorable column..."

"Probably because without me keeping an eye on the bottom line, this company would likely soon go out of business. Well, that and..."

Guess? morphs into the spitting image of Melissa and even speaks with her voice, "...and chances are you'd end up getting arrested due to mistaken identity."

Guess? changes back into some random, non-descript goblin and says cheerfully, "Which of course will never happen so long as we're crew together!

"But for now, let's lose these suckas and get to Absalom!"

With a push of the throttle, and a touch of slurm injector fuel, you fly off into space. For a few moments lasers pelt your rear shields, but they're nothing Melissa and Strek can't handle. The public comms continue to blare with an increasingly desperate officer. "THE NAVY IS ON THERE WAY NOW. YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE APPREHENDED BY THE FULL FORCE OF THE MARIXAH NAVY. POWER DOWN AND SUBMIT YOURSELVES TO JUSTICE." The Gideron Authority ships continue to chase you down, slowly falling behind, while broadcasting on the public channel. "Settle down, mud-dwellers! Your lackluster defenses have nothing on the rightful owners of this planet."

After a minute of hard flying, you get enough distance that you can pop into the Drift. Just as your surroundings meld into the pink and purple fluffy clouds of the between-space, you see the other three ships give up chase and wind up their Drift engines. It seems the Marixah Republic needs to work on their defensive forces, as everyone is getting away clean today.

You spend a day in the Drift, cooling off from that surprise encounter. Then, next thing you know, you're waking up to the calming sight of Absalom Station. You obtain landing rights and get onto the Station uneventfully. You make it onto the station safely! Do you have anything personal or business you want to do before dropping off the artifacts at the professor's loading dock?

"A real ysoki would know not to sit on their tail like that. You'll get a wedgie. Also I sound nothing like that!" -she sounds exactly like that.

Melissa is going to try to get a group picture (including SOL) in front of the Last Chance, showing off her new zappy gun and gunner harness.

-Sorry mom. Short on funds. Gonna spend some time in a yellow sun. Hope to send credits with the next picture.

(this should let the family know they can go down to yellow alert as Melissa is no longer QUITE on the vesks radar so much)

Guess? will do some research into professor Xan, trying to determine if there is any possible angle with trying to extract some money out of him - be it selling an object of desire, certain services, brokering information, impersonating a representative from a well known academic journal, etc.

Culture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

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Aside from that, Guess? will visit his tribe to get the latest updates on their current status and what gang wars are currently going on or potentially brewing. He'll keep an eye out in particular for any tribe members who exhibit above average intelligence and a desire to improve their lot in life. Guess? mulls over potential ideas for uplifting the socioeconomic status of his tribe and perhaps Absalom goblins in general.

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And as usual, Guess? will look for other side jobs, but perhaps that should wait until after the current delivery and checking in with Tarika.

"So this guy's a real doctor, huh? I wonder if my parents would have wanted me to be a doctor. I probly woulda been the first one on my homeworld."

"He's a doctor of ancient pottery. So he's like, qualified to put broken jars back together. I take it the Azlanti weren't too keen on Brakim higher education?

"Dr. Is probably less prestigious when your Limbs are plug and play"

"Woooo!" Del shrieks in glee as she easily outruns the Gideron ships, leaving them in her space dust as she flies off into the Drift.

When they arrive in Absalom station, Del happily gathers everyone to pose in from of their starship. But when it comes time to leave, she grows nervous and decides to stay with the ship. She didn't trust that one of their enemies wouldn't be able to mess with her baby.

Instead, makes herself a cup of tea, then double triple checks that everything's locked up tight and the systems are all operating as they should. Then she prepares to help the others unload.

"You sure Del? I mean if they send someone for the ship and its outright scary how many values of they that could be they're going to just. Erm. I mean. If they're willing to mess with a ship docked in absolom station they're not going to not take the ship because you're here. I'd rather lose the ship than you but I don't think it would be an or option so no need to turn Purple Guess?. "

"Well, she's gotta point. If we can outgun/outrun dedicated military spacecraft, they might start sending hackers rather than soldiers next time."

Strek tap-tap-taps on GUMBI, searching Absalom Station's infosphere for some visuals.

"How about after this deal, we spend those Blue Slips on upgrading our ship's Firewall to a Novawall. For all the times we find ourselves leaving it unprotected. Think of it like an investment, rather than insurance."

Specifically..

• Computer Countermeasures (Alarm, 2 BP)
• Biometric Locks (5 BP), and
• Anti-Hacking Systems x4 (12 BP)

"Don't get ahead of yourself it's the HGM. They don't usually need much to bomb farmers from orbit. "

"Speaking of stealing the ship...When we're ready to leave we should probably send your BigSis...she was the Big Sis right? you're the taller one but she had total big sis vibes...The logs, measurements, and data we've been collecting on this thing. We've brought it into the drift, gotten it shot pretty hard, pulled five or six G's over spec, taken if faster than a cargo ship should ever have to go and not gotten a mobius space tail wedgie. If she's got the logs thats like, free beta testing right?"

" I don't think she's going to implement the slurm can radiation shielding we rigged up on accident but I'm sure she can fancy it up and charge for it. "

"Accident?"

Well, I guess we won't be flying back to that airspace for a while.

Jaraduk sighs as they pop into the drift (before finally returning).

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Back on Absalom station Jaraduk doesn't have a lot of serious business to attend to. For now his past remains hidden behind him and while it looks hectic on the surface, it turns out to be a peaceful place for him to hide.

Tarika is at the top of his mind.

She never asked them the "personal thing/favor", right?

The nuar goes to visit her as soon as possible waiting for Guess? and others to come along as it makes sense to involve as much of the party as possible.

Akh restocks on snacks and looks up information on Rygan. Last he heard the shady necrograft dealer was under fire from the Adamant Scale people. He figures he should give the guy a heads up that the heat is off, and maybe ask for some upgraded taste buds in the process.

After that little errand Akh returns in time to catch up with Tarika and hopefully ward.off any particularly suicidal missions she might've found.

Well, I guess we won't be flying back to that airspace for a while.

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Well, if the HGs take it over you wouldn't want to visit there for a while. But if Miraxah keeps it they'll welcome us back. Any enemy of the HGs is a friend of theirs. I'm a little more worried about how they're covering up the riot, but with the HGs and Scale both trying to kill us evidence for my meme continues to accrue at an alarming rate.

The group, minus Del for the moment, heads to the professor's office after classes end for the day. Guess?'s research shows that the "doctor" has some negative ratings on RateMyArcheologist.com, saying that he is grumpy and stiff. Seems like he won't be one to be giving out extra credits. Best case scenario, perhaps he won't give you an F in his class. You make the drop easily, handing over the box and the security towers without drama. The older professor doesn't talk much, mostly just harrumphing about the dings on the boxes and the lack of vacuum sealing on the packaging. "Alright, I'll let Verran know you showed up with the goods. They better be new support for the cause. Otherwise we'll all have wasted our time here." You head back to the Last Chance, ready to wait two to eight business days for your payment to float its way through the Drift.

After picking up Del, and installing some new and much needed technical security to your one-of-a-kind actively-trying-to-be-stolen-literally-every-other-week starship, you head off to see what Tarika's new job and favor is. Love the idea of sending Del's sister a status report! It's both nice, and so cheeky. On the way, you pass through an intersection crowded with working-class establishments: a pawn shop and payday lender, the 1 Credit Store (where everything costs only 1 credit!!!!), a locksmith, and the Noodles Between, a popular eating establishment run by sarcesians. There is a line of customers in front of a window for ordering, and behind a bar are a sarcesian and kasatha duo hidden by steam as they relentlessly cook noodles, vegetables, and rice in this kitchen to fill an unending list of orders. Del, eager to try the Sarcesian-Kasathan fusion, pauses the group and gets in line. Seeing a marshmallow flavored dessert on the menu, Akh jumps in right behind her.

But suddenly... Strek's skin begins to crawl. He realizes the well-equipped and muscular vesk woman eating a bowl of noodles at the table nearest the intersection looks incredibly similar to a vesk he saw a few minutes ago. Turning slightly, he sees the previous vesk walking a few dozen feet behind the group and blending into the crowded street. Both bear massive, striking tattoos—the black ink accents their natural scale coloration to create images of exciting battle scenes and roaring defrexes. They’re each heavily augmented; their eye, throat, and scales have been partially replaced with shining metal enhancements that were intentionally left visible. Strek is confident this vesk has been tailing your group since you left the ship hanger. He relays this to the group over comms.

Guess? examines their demeanor and tries to get a sense of whether they're hostile and looking to imminently attack the crew.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

If yes, then Guess? will suggest shooting first. If no, then Guess? will almost certainly approach one of them to chat them up.

"Do we want to to run, casually walk into a nice alley empty alley for the ambush.. Or invite them over for noodles? I almost pity her if she stops Akh from eating that genuine marshmallow noodle" "

Definitely should add a sense motive to the list at some point..

sense motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 4 + (4) = 17

At Melissa's suggestion, Del grins. "You... don't mind? I can send my sister an update?!" She grins, but then taps her lip in thought. "I wonder if that would make it better or worse for her...." She shrugs. "Oh, it's bound to help!"

While the others visit the professor, Del sends her sister a message, being sure to relay everything she can about how the ship has been performing—minus the where's and why's and who's. By the time the others swing by to pick her up, she's in a better mood than she's been in a while.

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At the noodle shop, Del has a hard time deciding between "everything" noodles, the "spicy special" noodles, or the "five-star fusion" noodles. Decisions, decisions... She keeps he eyes laser focused on the chefs and their deft cooking skills, hoping she can learn a thing or two from them...

"Aw, Hells. Gotta give 'em credit for their talent, but they sure are wasting an easy profit followin' us."

Strek casually pulls up a layout of the surrounding alleys, hoping to give the team options.

"I like shooting first, but not during happy hour. How about over here," he says while showing off some possible choke points or ambush spots.

At Melissa's suggestion, Del grins. "You... don't mind? I can send my sister an update?!" She grins, but then taps her lip in thought. "I wonder if that would make it better or worse for her...." She shrugs. "Oh, it's bound to help!"

"Well, She's probably going to get mad initially and THEN realize it's actually useful. How long that takes and how many pointy objects you need to pull out of you varies from sister to sister"

If its her private email she can decide how to spin it, "no the project isn't missing its doing field tests with a trusted family member here's the results..." or "the project is right here see I have data"

She looks over at Guess? approaching the Vesk. Or rather their knees. "Someone let me know how that goes..."

Guess? and Melissa are confident the vesk are hostile, specifically towards you. Map is up to date! Also, the Vesks are pictured on Slide 2. You can casually relocate to anywhere with squares on the not-at-all patched together map. As you look at your options, there's only worse and worst to choose from in the crowded market.

would it be hypocritical on three or four levels if i called some rats over here for noodles and then tried to get the folks behind us to clear out by going "Eeeek a rat!" ?

"Well, may as well attempt some intel."

Strek hugs the wall, pretending to play Settlers of Nakondis on his comm unit, and attempts to wirelessly hack into the red-shirt Vesk's comm unit and gather their last communication log.

Computers: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20 vs Presumably Tier 0?

DC 20 Perception or Sense Motive to discern I am the origin of the hack.

Akh is in the middle of eating a 30ft long giant novelty noodle made of marshmallow, winding it around his prehensile tongue, when the vesk show up to ruin his enjoyment of the bizarre treat. He spends a few long moments eyeing the vesk while ominously winding the marshmallow noodle around his tongue.

His mouth is still full when he comments "Leffs lead them somewhere we can talk. Without so many people."

"Okay, assuming they don't start shooting at Strek, we can walk towards the closest police station - and then confront these vesk. If shooting starts, perhaps the cops will be on our side..."

Guess? walks over to Strek and pretends to talk to Strek, trying to make it appear as though Strek is not doing anything out of the ordinary. Guess? is trying to make it harder to spot Strek as the source of the hack.
Bluff: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

Jaraduk looks up from his own bowl of noodles.

Aww, can't we finish first?

After deciding the answer to her problem is to buy ALL three noodle dishes that caught her eye, Del pays for her tasty meal, gets it in a to-go bag, and turns to the others. "Huh? What are we staring at? Am I about to regret leaving the ship again?"

She looks around, trying and failing not to draw attention to herself, then follows her friends with a shrug. "Looks like we're out of luck again," she tells Jaraduk. "Shame. I would've liked to eat in. I hope my noodles don't get too cold."

"If your noodles get cold after 18 seconds, they probably weren't cooked thoroughly anyways."

Short on creds, Melissa orders the ysoki special, whatever's at the bottom of however many pots are below 1 serving sized poured into a xenodruid friendly, insulated, reusable self warming container: the cheek pouch.

"Ahhhh

It seems the PR kerfuffle has died down and we can access the forums again...

"Huh? What are we staring at? Am I about to regret leaving the ship again?"

always

Perception, DC 20: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 durn it. Thanks for sharing the rules. Great usage of Remote Hack.

Strek captures the vesk's most recent message log, a group message. "Xun, your loyalty to House Hafrigek shall be rewarded. Our Golden League contact off station wants this crew dead. They're just some traders who stole the wrong shipment. Attached are their photos, our contacts at the docks say they'll land at Bay 739 in one hour. Follow them. Take care of it." The response is short. "Sighted. Hail Hafrigek."

Half the group sets their to-go boxes on the counter and move down the hallway while Guess? distracts from Strek's hard work. The vesk woman stands up and slowly follows you down the alleyway. Almost as you round the corner, you see the second vesk peek their head past the ordering counter. "Ah skag. They know. Kill 'em."

Even as the two Golden League assassins reach for their weapons, Akh and Jaraduk are faster! Round 1, Akh and Jaraduk are up!

I think the results of Strek's hack might let us know what we're dealing with, but also:

Akh ponders the tattoos and outfits the vesk are kitted out in and tries to recall if he knows them as some organized group. DC -5 if they're part of a criminal underworld.

Culture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
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In combat:
Akh hears the 'kill them' order and springs off his chair, novelty noodle still trailing from his mouth. His thruster jets flare up and help him fly with ease across the intervening distance. He draws his taclash as he goes. (If possible depending on the height of the room, he'll end his movement 10ft above the ground and out of retaliatory melee range.)

Once there, he swings down with the lash to sweep the blue vesk off their feet.
Trip: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

Jaraduk sighs loudly and sets his noodles down.

Grenades are fun, but I have respect for noodles. A good old-fashioned thrashing it is...

Jaraduk approaches the vesk Akh had passed, drawing his new crackling electrical doshko as he went.

I'm still getting the feel of this one. Stand still...

[move] 30 ft, drawing aurora storm doshko
[standard] attack RED

aurora storm doshko, E damage: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 62d8 + 8 ⇒ (4, 2) + 8 = 14

I SAID STAND STILL! he growls under his breath.

Akh, I'll give you another +5 for your particular background...

Akh recognizes the ritualistic tattoos as marks of the Golden League's Xun assassins. He also knows that the Golden League’s Hafrigek family operates out of the Spike and locally represents the syndicate on Absalom Station. It seems another Golden League family wants you dead and called in a favor to do so...

Let's say ceilings in the wide corridor, where you are, are 20 feet high while the smaller corridor is 10 feet. So Akh can be out of range in the air.

Akh flies forward, barely managing to knock the vesk assassin off her feet to the floor. She pops to her feet and aims her weapon up in the air to fire into the android's feet, opening up her defenses at the same time. Triggers AoO!

explorer handcoil @ Akh: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
E Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

A third vesk warrior rounds the corner, from the street direction you were heading in before you stopped at the noodle restaurant, and fires a blast of electricity right at the weak point at Akh's neck!

Trick Attack, DC 25: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27
explorer handcoil @ Akh: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
E Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13
Tricky Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Jaraduk is a little less coordinated, perhaps upset by the smell of those noodles he's not able to eat right now. His warrior sneers and responds, "Fight, cow! Do not allow your last moments to be ones of poor combat!" The vesk dives under Jaraduk's axe, avoiding his follow-up attack (no AoO) and fires over her shoulder into the nuar's exposed back as she runs towards the rest of the group.

Trick Attack, DC 25: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35
explorer handcoil @ Jaraduk: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
E Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6
Tricky Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Everyone is up! (Just realized I have the wrong numbers here, I'll update those next round.)
Strek SP 28/28, HP 30/30, RP 4/4
Akh SP 6/36, HP 32/32, RP 4/4
Guess? SP 24/24, HP 22/22, RP 6/6
Del SP: 20/20, HP: 24/24, RP: 5/5
Melissa SP 25/25, HP 27/27, RP 5/5
Jaraduk SP 16/28, HP 34/34, RP 5/5

Blue Hafrigek Xun 0 Damage
Red Hafrigek Xun 0 Damage
Pink Hafrigek Xun 0 Damage

"AAAAGGRLRHEE WHY HWAVE OWFIFQAHHY HWAD IWT WIF DWISH CHITTER"

Ysoki: I have officially had it with this fur nit*.

* Its Much. MUCH worse in context.

Gulps

"Floatsdam, jetsdam GET EM! "

Meliisa grabs her gun in both hands, spinning it around a weighted point on her harness. There's two WATHUNKS As 2 transparent alumium spheres roll to reds feet and BZZZZZZT an arc of electricity between them.

attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 non lethal electric. She's not THAT mad. Yet.

Cow?! Say that again, I dare you!

[standard] attack RED

aurora storm doshko, E damage: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 82d8 + 8 ⇒ (8, 1) + 8 = 17
Please dice, work with me

"She's probably confused by the larger horns."

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Not that a 4 on the dice would hit anyways, but shouldn't your bonus be +8, instead of +4? BAB of +5 and Str of +3.

Strek jerks his head back, aghast. "Did that Lizard just use the 'C' word?! Not cool."

But presented with his own threat, Strek decides instead to Step back, magically Call his new weapon to his hands, and sear that red-shirt into the closest Vesk's scales.

Called Blaze Agitator vs EAC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 1 = 20
Damage (F): 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 2) + 5 = 10
Overcharge: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Guess? activates his super-charged shadow nerves to take a 15 foot cautious step (I had forgotten Guess? has that!) away from red.

Guess? then takes a shot at red!
Diasporan Rifle vs EAC, get'em: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 1 = 26
Damage (F): 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Oh, you're not with Sinjin. That's nice at least." Akh comments dryly as electric blasts hit him from below. (EP@3) He swipes opportunistically with his claw at the first vesk that fired.

AoO Entropic Claw vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 Damage (A, force): 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Grab Attention vs DC15+1.5*CR: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 On success, target is off-target vs. non-Akhs for 1 rd

"By the way, you're not going to need that." Akh whips his taclash down to strip the blue vesk of her handcoil. If he knocks it free, he picks it up with his shield hand.

Disarm: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

Melissa's new living weapon is more powerful than expected, shocking the foul-mouthed vesk. Jaraduk runs after the offender, but his heart was hurt more by the sharp word than he let on and his weapon slides across the Xun's heavy armor plating. Strek makes use of the distraction, sending flames across the vesk's tattooed and exposed face. Guess? activates the experimental necrograft augmentation that Rygan Zuul gave him so long ago and melts into the shadows to reappear 15 feet away.

Guess? Confusion Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 31

In Guess?'s mind, he sees himself firing a flaming bolt of energy into the chest of the inflammatory assassin. In reality, the goblin stands there slackjawed with drool dripping down his unrecognizable face.

The vesk under the group's fire, near Jaraduk, bends to avoid another swipe of the doshko (No AoO) and heads into the midst of the squishier part of the group. Her offhand knife threatens Strek, Melissa, and Del far more than the poorly aimed shot behind her back at Jaraduk. She grins through sharpened teeth. "You're mine now, weaklings."

Trick Attack, DC 25: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28
explorer handcoil @ Jaraduk: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
E Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12
Tricky Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

The vesk in the back of the group weaves a bit closer to the melee through the crowd, sending a well aimed shot into Akh's shoulder blades as he hovers near the ceiling. "Your augmentations are clearly intended for flash. The background report was clearly wrong."

Trick Attack, DC 25: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37
explorer handcoil @ Akh: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
E Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
Tricky Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Akh slaps the vesk near him, who is not distracted by the loss of her gun. "I'll save you for last, strong one." She dives past his whip, triggering an AoO, and runs forward to stab at Jaraduk's back! Thankfully the attack misses the weak points.

Trick Attack, DC 25: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30
Tricky Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6
survival knife @ Jaraduk: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
S Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8

Everyone is up! Round 2!
Strek SP 40/40, HP 36/36, RP 4/4
Akh SP 6/50, HP 39/39, RP 4/4
Guess? SP 30/30, HP 27/27, RP 6/6, CONFUSED FOR 3 MORE ROUNDS
Del x2 SP: 25/25, HP: 29/29, RP: 5/5
Melissa SP 31/31, HP 33/33, RP 5/5
Jaraduk SP 28/40, HP 41/41, RP 5/5

Blue Hafrigek Xun 10 Damage, NO HANDCOIL
Red Hafrigek Xun 27 Damage
Pink Hafrigek Xun 0 Damage