Starfinder Cadets -- The Fourth Chapter (Inactive)

Game Master Hmm

Admiring the marble, he brings it close to his eye to really appraise it's moon like appearance. Once in the office with Fitch, he pockets it. Dutifully, he listens to her briefing with his full attention, a habit from his earlier employment.

When the crash sounds, he reflexively jumps to his feet and fills his fingers with coins from his belt, ready to deploy some nanites. Once he realizes there's no threat from the poor, pranked woman, he settles down in his seat and slips the coins back.

Gus scratches his beard before asking, "So check out some newly found planets. Once y'all've decided which one we should land on, anything in particular you want from us once we do land?"

Fitch answers Naitier. “We don't know if the system has inhabitants, but it will be exciting if that turns out to be the case! You'll check the chemical composition of the planet and its atmosphere, image the surface, look for signs of life, that kind of thing.”

Fitch turns to the portrait and smiles up at it, lovingly. "That was First Seeker Roheas. She dates from early in the Society's existence, back when the Society was a poorly funded organization with a terrible fleet of ships. She focused on making the most of available resources, protecting pre-Drift civilizations, and later on, starship advancements. She raised the money to upgrade our entire fleet! I believe that she was a star shaman -- one of Ibra's priests -- and was very concerned with how the society handles first contact situations." Fitch grins. "I believe Roheas was one of Guidance's favorites, considering how often Guidance wears her face. Though, Guidance does try to cycle their image through other First Seekers too!"

Fitch turns to Gold Gus. "No landing. This will be a survey mission to determine if we should follow up with a ground mission later."

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A couple minutes later, Sashkri appears again. The kasatha has clearly taken a quick shower and changed, and has a pack over her shoulder. "I always keep a bag packed in my room just in case!"

After saying goodbyes to her charges, Sashkri leads you all to a docking tube leading to the Pegasus. "Ready to set off for the Vast?"

Fitch has stocked the ship full of both food and movies, everything from educational documentaries to incredibly trashy B-grade adventure films. "Ooh, who is up for a 'The Good, the Bad and the Ukalam' marathon?" Sashkri says, laughing as she pulls up the menu.

Once aboard, she tells you her teaching philosophy. "I view myself as primarily an advisor here. Most of the time, I'm going to let you make some of your own mistakes, but if I see you trying to navigate into the sun or something, I'll step in. Other than time doing ship maintenance and chores, your time spent in Drift travel is largely your own. You can use it to study, for recreation, exercise, or getting to know your crewmates better. You're adults, so I'll leave those decisions up to you."

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True to her word, Sashkri is pretty hands-off with you once she gives you a tour of the ship, including the science labs. She's an okay shipmate, too. She allows Yarsox to teach her his board game in return for challenging Yarsox (and any other member of the crew) to a game of Dancing Queens. "It's a formian dance game from the Colonies on Castrovel. You have to follow the lights and dance to the beat. Who wants a go with me?"

Give me an Athletics, Acrobatics or Culture roll (or Profession Vidgamer or Entertainer) to play along.

Days of Travel Time: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4) = 15

As you travel through the Drift, you can view the gorgeous bursts of color of the Drift Plane, interrupted sometimes by the strangest sights. At one point, you see an entire Castle with a bit of forest surrounding it, that has been ripped from its own plane and wound up floating here. Other times there are rocks, waterfalls, and one gleaming metallic doorway.

Feel free to tell me how you spend some of your two weeks time on board the Pegasus.

Gek takes the marble from Kirkath and thanks him, bringing it up to his eye level and inspecting it. Hearing the hint of pride in the voice of Kirkath he pockets the marble in the same pocket he keeps his coin.

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In Fitch's office Gek is awestruck at the sight of so many blueprints and models. He would love to spend days immersed in them all and learning what he can, so he can either pilot or destroy them better.

He drifts in and out of attentiveness as Fitch talks but gets a basic understanding of what the mission is. His thoughts are interrupted by the sudden loud crash and he instinctively drops to a defensive position ready to face the threat. Seeing Fitch and the others acting so calm he returns to normal, noticing that Gus seemed to be the only other person ready to react if something was to go down.

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He spends some of his down time over the course of the journey tending to his armour and weapons to ensure they are in the best condition possible, ready for whatever journey lay before him.

As this is the first time on a Pegasus, Gek wonders the halls of the ship, learning the layout and how to use the ship's turrets and weapons to maximum effect.

"Yarsox, that game you have there, it seems interesting. Do you think you could teach me how to play it? Tactics and warfare are commonplace among my people and I am sure it will help me understand the goal!" he says with some pride and bravado.

Almost forgot.... Paradox Rolls: 3d20 ⇒ (17, 11, 18) = 46

Grognard shakes his head at the display of dance moves. "Ye call 'at a dance? Thes is hoo we dae it in th' highlands!"

He flips through the music option and mutters a series of curses about the lack of hornpipes, then settles for as close to a jig as he can find.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Well lassie?"

Gus, being a fan of some older movies, finds himself enticed by the Kasatha's movies on offer. "Oh, Flint Northtree movies? Aw yes~!" he gushes, joining her for some flics.

A lot of Gus's time is spend pouring over the manuals and other schematics of the engine. In his mind, it's good to know what you're working with if it needs fixing. Plus, this is the first time in a long while he's been on a ship that wasn't a broken down wreck or cobbled together from other ships, so he's also marveling at the newer streamlined tech.

When he's free, however, he can be seen running programming exercises with his nanite coins. Frequently, he tests their ability to form his gear, disperse & mold themselves around him in varying situations while taking notes on their performance.

If anyone converses with him, he's quite a down-to-earth(Aktion?) guy like most dwarves, but he doesn't come that way like most Golarion dwarves. He'll likely tell stories of his youth on the red planet, reminiscing on bandit attacks and big scrap hauls while sharing snacks. Living in a lawless society means he has to keep guarded a lot, so he's happy to let himself go here.

To that end, when Sashkri challenges folks to a dancing game, he's all too glad to try it. "Sounds like one of those old foot-button dancing machines at Five Tines. I loved getting to play those as a kid, surely this can't be too different!"
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Sashkri gamely joins in on the highland dancing, getting some good leaps in even if she has no clue when one is supposed to kick. "I'll do my best to keep up!"

Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Tomorrow will be nutty for me, so it may be a bit before I move you forward to the planetary survey.

"It would seem your experience in the matter has left you well prepared." Naitier nods seeing how quickly Sashkri prepared herself. "It took me far longer to prepare myself with even greater notice."

They look through the various movies stored on board as they note, "I would be willing to watch that series, it does sound like an enjoyable delve into the Pact World culture. I may want to take a moment to watch this documentary on this episode of 'Secrets of the Pact', it discusses a strange structure on Aballon."

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"I would also be willing to attempt your board game Yarsox, I haven't needed to learn aspects of such strategy on my time on Tabrid Minor; I do not believe my people can rival Nuva'gek's in the study of tactical games, but I would like to incorporate learning about it into my own growth."

During the journey Naitier works through a decent bit of the collection of the movies on the ship joining others at every available opportunity to join in watching something. They jump between educational documentaries and various fiction vids. "Coming to the Pact I found that there is such a wide variety of entertainment that my world lacked. I feel like I'm years behind in understanding your worlds, much less where we are heading to now."

Once on ship, Triage keeps mostly to themselves. To any who inquire, he is only a month away from finishing his doctorate, and so he allows himself this time to dive into his school work. All that is left is a few papers and his thesis on how to better improve circulation of blood flow in elderly patients through his patented heart augmentation. It's grueling work, but if anyone were to look into his room on the ship, it quickly devolves into some level of organized chaos. Papers and books scattered around, sticky notes everywhere, and somehow it looks like a black pen exploded and stained his right hand for a few days about halfway through the trip.

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When Triage does leave his room, his movements are almost haunting. His steps are quiet, and the sudden appearance of him in the corner of a room, or behind the fridge door while foraging for something to eat, could very well catch people off guard. The strange thing is, sometimes, in the very middle of the night, if you walk by his room, you might just hear the tones of 'Neon & Noqual' drifting softly through the ship.

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Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Perception for Crewmates: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Eventually, deciding to take a few hours off, he sneaks into the recreation room to play Dancing Queen when he is positive no one is there. He chooses 'Left My Heart in Golarian', a pop punk ballad rocking the top 100 charts of Absalom right now. He somehow manages to miss almost every single step, but convinces himself that his routine was flawless. "Next time I definitely need an audience..." He mumbles to himself as he steals back to his room.

Upon hearing of Triage's studies Grognard exclaims, "A doctorate? In medicine? Torag bless ye!"

Grognard's brow shows a distinct crease as he focuses hard on his speech.

"Dae they still give out those fancy canes when ye become a doctor?"

Yarsox is capable enough on his feet that he accepts Sashkri's challenge...

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

And he manages to not embarrass himself as he thought he might! "Well, I guess Starfinders footwork class stuck at least." He adds with a dorky grin.

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On a preplanned evening, Yarsox assembles those who agreed to play his board game in the common room of the Pegasus with the table covered in a complicated looking setup. The board game comprises of managing the careers of fictional gladiators on Akiton to achieve the most fame.

It's a little intimidating to the new players at first, but Yarsox teaches with enthusiasm and makes sure the game is paced such that nobody falls behind.

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During movie night, Yarsox is there happily watching with the occasional snarky comment. He has his crocheting needles and works away happily at his project, enjoying the company even the movies might not be his style.

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Otherwise while not on-duty, Yarsox is seen reading his datapads or experimenting in the kitchen, to varying effect.

All in all, you have spent a pleasant two weeks in the Drift. On the morning of the fifteenth day, Sashkri rubs two pairs of hands together in eagerness. "Ready to get to work? Let's see what this system has in store for us."

As Yarsox pilots you out of the Drift, the Estokine system lays in front of you: one sun and four orbiting planetoids. Planetoid 1 is nearest to the star Estokine, and Planetoid 4 is the furthest away. The scans take about an hour to run, and it takes between 8 and 13 hours to travel from one planet to another.

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Whichever planet you choose, please do these one at a time.

You can start wherever you like in the system, and can open the initial spoiler for each planet if you successfully complete a DC 12 Computers check. Each of these scans take about an hour to do, so if you fail one, you can retry, adding another hour's work to your total.

"Yes Mr. Erraticus. I will have a doctorate in Medical Theory and Research. Soon you may call me 'Doctor' if that is your wish. As for the cane, it is more ceremonial at this point. Much like the piece of paper the degree is on, it will look nice on a wall and not much beyond that."

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At his station, Triage's hands fly across the screen and he targets the first planetoid.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 2 = 13

"I am sorry team, but I am not getting much infor-. Ah wait, it is coming in now."

An hour passes.

Physical Science: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Another hour passes.

"I will need a little bit of time to sift through the data for any pertinent information."

Physical Science: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

"Yes, here we go." Over the ship's intercom the following can be heard, "Scans are complete for this planetoid."

The scans reveal that this planetoid 1 is small, hot, and covered by constant, violent, caustic storms. There are some valuable mineral deposits beneath the crust, including some potential star metals, but the planetoid itself has an extremely toxic atmosphere. The commercial prospects for this planetoid are exciting, though any mining crews that operate here may have to be extremely careful.

Sashkri gives Triage a thumbs up. "Excellent survey work. I like your attention to detail."

Hours of Travel: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 2) = 8

It takes you 8 hours to reach your next planetoid. Which was your destination?

Triage shares the above information with the crew then prepares to investigate planetoid number two during the next flying stint. "Thank you, Sashkri."

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"This one has the potential for life, team. It is right inside the 'Goldilocks Zone'." Once again, he directs the ships sensors to scan the planet from orbit.

Life Science: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Triage completes a thorough survey of Planetoid 2. This planetoid is temperate, with overall properties in the habitable zone, including gravity and atmosphere. The scans show ample plant and animal life forms on this planet, though there don't appear to be signs of sapient life.

Sashkri passes data on the scans out to the rest of the team as Triage completes them. She emits a low whistle. "If this is truly an uninhabited world, this is going to be biggest landrush since the charters opened for New Harmony.* Do you know how rare it is to have a temperate, habitable planet without some sort of native sentient life?"

Hours of Travel: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 5) = 17

The next planet is not aligned well for a swift journey. Sashkri suggests that you take turns sleeping in two different shifts so that you can wake up fresh for the next set of scans. "We don't want to do this when we're sleep deprived. But take heart... What we've found in the first two worlds will definitely excite people back home! The Society will want to send out ground crews here for sure."

Where do you go next?

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* Want to find out more about New Harmony? Check out Horizons of the Vast adventure path (an AP which this GM considers wonderful, not that she would ever be biased about such a publication.)

During the hours of scans Naitier watches Triage and does their best to running grunt work to review scanner diagnostics in an effort to find where the errors are coming from on the scans. "Possibly I should have been applying my time to studying the equipment here during our travel time, but on the other hand, I don't think I could stand to wait to see if Quato managed to survive that stampede of Castrovelian beasts on that last episode."

Natier goes through the process of organizing datapads as the ship navigation begins setting a new course. "Good work Triage. Hopefully we will have this settled within the next day. I'll set aside some times with me on the latter shift. No part of me has much knowledge of the non-mystical sciences. At the very least I can make sure you all are well rested."

Looking at the remaining portions of the system Naitier suggests, "if we are approaching this in a methodical way, then we might go through our request in order and approach the third planetiod, the next farthest one in the orbit of this system."

Triage smiles underneath his mask as he takes in the view of this planet. "I wonder if they will let us name these..."

He will also thank Naitier profusely for the help, grateful for the assistance in any capacity. "If you do have any questions, it would be my honor to help. If you plan to be on starships in the foreseeable future, a baseline knowledge of the computer systems would be incredibly beneficial."

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After his break, Triage makes his way back to helm and gets to work as the third planetoid comes into view.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

"Oh wow, there are some sort of structures on this planet. Is anyone able to identify these?" He looks towards Naitier first, then the rest of the crew.

Curious, the dwarf takes a look at the readings. Shaking his head, he clicks his tongue, "Nope. No clue what those are. Some one here know a thing or two about zoning?"
Culture: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Gus slips a few coins out of his belt, throwing some down on the ground before him and setting some in the palms of his hands. He jumps up and simultaneously stomps on and claps his hands together, causing the coins to splatter like goo, before the gold fluid molds to his hands & feet. With new hi-tech gloves and boots, he gives a two fingered salute to the elf. "Let me know if you need me to look at the systems or realign anything in case the computer's giving you wonky readings." he offers to Triage, before sitting back in his seat at the engineer's panel.

Naitier is slow moving as the initial data starts coming into view, "so these aren't just a series of uninhabited planets? I wonder if they have any stories I could read?" They shake their head as their mind begins to wander, "I can help maybe analyzing the structures. I've watched a little bit about various Pact Worlds construction during Zo!'s Building Destruction special."

Despite their exhaustion Zaitier has managed to gather a significant amount of information about building styles in their short time within the Pact Worlds. Most of it is of dubious usefulness, but they are happy to relate as much as they can recall.
Culture to Aid (Xenoarchaeologist Theme -5 to DC): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"I believe I saw fragments of this during review of ancient structures on Triaxus."

After a couple of hours analysis, Naitier determines that this planetoid has properties in the habitable zone, including gravity and atmosphere. There are remnants of constructed structures on this planet, but no current signs of life, indicating that these are most likely ancient ruins of an extinct civilization. Naitier thinks that this is not a civilization that anyone in the Pact Worlds has researched before.

Since Planetoid 3 once held life, it could probably be easily terraformed, but further analysis would have to be done on why life on this planet died out.

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While you are discussing this exciting find, proximity alarms on your ship go off.

"Brrrreeeeeeee-eeeeeeeep! Breeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeep!"

Over your comm units, you hear an incoming message. "Yarrrr! Just what we be wantin'... Unwelcome Guests comin' snoopin' around our base. Let's blow 'em outta the sky!" Through your view port, you see three vessels lifting off from the planet that must have been hidden in one of the caves. All three ships bear the Skull and Crossbones symbol of Besmara.

Gentle Viewers,

When faced with a combined pirate ambush and GM cliffhanger, you know what hits the spot? Offensive maneuvers and a bracing cup of Poshkettle Tea!

Poshkettle Tea, it's the civilized beverage for uncivilized times!

SHIP COMBAT TIME ROUND ONE

Welcome to our first starship combat! I roll the ship initiative each round, and then I allow everyone to roll their ship checks without caring about exact posting order. Gunners, please put your rolls under spoilers as these can be influenced by other players. Don’t spoiler your roleplay, though!

Basic Reference

Starship Combat Roles Cheat Sheet

Tier Two Pegasus

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MAP ON SLIDE 12

SLIDESHOW MAP KEY:
Red, Yellow, Orange=Yarr, Pirates!
Blue=Starfinders

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ENEMY SHIP SCANS
Nothing yet!

Roll Computers or Mysticism to start going through this process!

If you get above this, you get everything there is to know about these ships!

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Initial Distance Apart:
Hex Distance: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 3, 2) + 5 = 15

Piloting Initiative:

Yarsox Piloting + Node: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
Hot Shot Pirate Pilots - Yarr!: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 3 = 18

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Team Starfinder gets to move first, alas!

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STILL TO ACT

If your roll will be affected by another's actions (like Gunners), feel free to place it under spoilers. Keep roleplay visible for all, though!

CAPTAIN
MAGIC OFFICER
MATE
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER
GUNNERS

Grognard grumbles about sensors being useless when you can't see them with your own two eyes.

"Sensor scans ay a planet ur a waste ay time! Ye need tae gie tae ken th' feel o' a planet... see th' flora an' fauna... like Donkey here!"

When the klaxon goes off Grognard leaps into action and flips to an open comm channel.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

All focus on burying his accent goes to the wayside as he retorts, "Well Uie Petaltails... Ye want tae threaten mah ship? weel I'll hae ye ken 'at when ye strike a servant ay Torag yoo'd best be prepared tae drag yoorselves it coz ye willnae be walkin'. An' mah crew is mah fowk fur thes mission... an' ye threated mah fowk an' ye can expect tae carry it yer guts in a sack! An' waur yit... ye threaten mah Donkey an' I'll mince em doon yer throats!"

Something tells you that you are better off not understanding him... if you did you might need to report to the Venture Crew threats unbecoming of a Starfinder in the line of duty.

Naitier is nodding off as they go on about details of the settlement excited to be part of investigating some mystery as the pirates attack.

Joining into the command seat Naitier demands of the attacking ships, "if you didn't wish to be intruded on maybe you should consider informing the Pact Worlds that your secret base was here." After a pause Naitier questions, "does the Pact Worlds require the registration of secret bases?"

Shifting focus, Naitier communicates to the gunner station, "Nuva’gek, do you think you can use the ship weapons to dissuade them? I think a little damage to their hulls hopefully will make them rethink how much they wish to shoot us down.

Diplomacy to Encourage Nuva'gek: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Not successful, no effect.

As the alarms went off, Gus checked the engine readouts out of habit in a frenzy. Once it was said that the source was a band of pirates, he rubbed his guilded hands together. "Aahh, time to get scrapping~" he purred. Looking at his nanite covered limbs, he urged them "Look alive, Midas!"

He set about working the control panel at his fingers. "Aah gimme a bit, here. Working on giving you a power boost, Gek." he declared, feeling a bit rusty.
Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 No bonus here, but unless anyone else needs a boost next turn, gonna try to boost the guns again.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, Grogard." he notes.

Hearing the alarms Nuva'gek drops the training baton he was using and heads directly to the Gunners Station hastened by the thought of finally getting some action.

"Naitier" he growls excitedly "I don't think they will be willing to leave after a few shots. I intend to shoot them out of the sky". He slides in to the Gunners Turret and unleashes a shot from the long range Coil Gun at the leading enemy vessel. (Red Enemy B)

Laughing almost manically "Finally, we are engaged in combat! This is what I live for, that will make them think twice!"

Upon hearing the sirens, Triage is revitalized and focuses the ship's sensors on the leading pirate. (Red Enemy B)

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

"Team, these are UIE Petaltails. Not too dangerous on their own, but a swarm could mean trouble. I recommend we focus fire on one at a time. They're fast, but I bet 20 creds that Nuva'gek is faster. They also have a cannon on their forward arc, so try and stay behind if you can Yarsox!"

UIE PETALTAILS TIER 1/3
Tiny racer
Speed 6; Maneuverability perfect (turn 0); Drift 1
AC 14; TL 14
HP 20; DT —; CT 4
Shields basic 10 (forward 3, port 2, starboard 2, aft 3)
Attack (Forward) light laser cannon (2d4; 5 hexes)
Power Core Micron Light (50 PCU); Drift Engine Signal Basic;

"Great hit! One or two more of those and they'll be down!"

Yarsox holds the stick tightly. It wasn't quite the same feeling as the hearing the hostile call in the SIM, and Yarsox can feel his hands trembling. But he remembers his training and glances at the Pegasus' weapons loadout. Just keep the pirates away from the rear of the ship and trust in your crew mates.

"This is your pilot speaking, we're in for some turbulence ahead, please fasten your seat belts and hold on!" he says over the ship's intercom as he begins juking the stick to take evasive action.

Evade DC13: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

ENGINEERING PHASE

Gus attempts to boost the guns, but he's still getting used to the new equipment.

The enemy pirates say, "Yarr! Why be Engineerin' when one can be Flyin' and Shootin'? Also we hope you all get dragged deep into the void. Curses to ye all and your Donkey too!"

Another pirate asks, "Why a donkey? I could understand a sheep..."

The other pirates laugh heartily.

HELM PHASE

Between Grognard's crystal ball and Triage's computer scans, you know everything there is to know about these ships!

Yarsox evades with all of his might, doing loop-de-loops in the air. The enemy ships come closer, planning to attack you from three different quadrants.

GUNNERY

Naitier comments on registering secret bases and attempts to bolster Nuva'gek's shot. Fortunately, Nuva'gek needs no such encouragement.

He not only scores a critical on the Power Core but also accumulates two additional crit threshholds on Red, as their Crit Threshhold is only 4.

Additional Critical Damage Effects: 2d100 ⇒ (2, 17) = 19

Alas, these critical effects do not hit systems that these pirates care about: Captain and Science Officer.

"We need no Captains nor no Science neither!"

The pirates get to shoot. Unfortunately for these 1 person crews, you have to choose between flying well or shooting well. Getting into position means that they're not putting their full energy into the guns!

Red light laser cannon, snapshot, range increment: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 2 - 1 = 1
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Yellow light laser cannon, snapshot: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 2 = 15
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

Orange light laser cannon, snapshot: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 - 2 = 7
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Yellow damages your front shield. The port and starboard shots completely miss.

What goes well with Pirate Fights and Poshkettle Tea? Status Reports on damage!

PEGASUS

-4 damage to Front Shield

RED SHIP

No front shield, -8 to hull

ORANGE SHIP

No damage

YELLOW SHIP

No damage

SHIP COMBAT TIME ROUND TWO

Basic Reference

Starship Combat Roles Cheat Sheet

Tier Two Pegasus

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Map: SLIDE 12

SLIDESHOW MAP KEY:
Red, Yellow, Orange=Yarr, Pirates!
Blue=Starfinders

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Piloting Initiative:

Yarsox Piloting + Node: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 = 25
Ship Bonus to Piloting Only: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

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The pirates glide into their final positions. "Yarr... Who registers a secret base? Bunch o' ninnies, the lot o' them..."

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STILL TO ACT

If your roll will be affected by another's actions, feel free to place it under spoilers.

CAPTAIN
MAGIC OFFICER
MATE
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER
GUNNERS

Naitier ponders Nuva'gek's response while holding to the ship seating firmly as the ship accelerates. After that thought Naiter admits, "I would assumed they would be retreating after a hit like that. I will fully admit though I don't know many of the typical social responses or society responsibilities outside my world. Maybe I could talk to them and convince them to leave."

Opening comms to ship with yellow stars dotted around the pirate insignia Naitier states, "there may be confusion, we are just explorers performing cataloging here. We just discovered signs of a lost civilization on the planet. Researching the causes of the vanishing civilization may take a long time I don't want to cause them issues if we were forced to add your starship debris to the planetary orbit."

Taunt at Yellow gunner.

"Come on, come on. Work with me here." the dwarf mutters as he works, "Slide this, throw the charge here, don't melt the wires..." His hands a shiny blur stop as he locks something into place, the hum of diverted power sounding to the guns. "There we go! Give these slag-munchers The Vault Keeper's Justice!" Gus shouts eagerly.
Engineering+Ship bonus: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 25 Got it! All weapons on the ship now treat all 1s on damage rolls as 2s for the round!

Naitier Botting on behalf of Yarsox.

Hearing from Triage that the pirates ships are only loaded with a pair of guns Yarsox plots a path round the smaller fighters, almost flying circles around them as he keeps along side them.

Throughout he keeps himself in port and starboard of the most of the fighters where their visible weapons don't have any clear lines of fire.

Evade DC13: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Computers: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 2 = 13

"By the gods.. having trouble with the shields team!" Triage groans and gives up at the console. He rushes to a nearby panel on a wall. "Try your best to keep them off of us Yarsox. I'll do what I can." As he says this, he unclips the panel and trusts an arm inside, doing what he can to redirect power to where it needs to go.

"Nice flying Yarsox! I hear you Triage, focus fire and take them down one at a time..." Gek exclaims excitedly as the battle lust firmly sets in.

Swinging the turret around and following the trajectory of previously targetted enemy vessel, he lets loose another shot from the coil gun.

Nuva'gek snarls defiantly "Dammit, it seems they have sorted their shields now. The shot was ineffective, but I won't make that mistake again."

Naitier Botting on behalf of Grognard.

"Ye daf brigans hav gun and dun it naw! Ye toss ill at me Donkey an' now ye well pay!"

Translation: I will attempt to punish you for threatening Donkey.

Grognard takes over the starboard laser and fires it at the damaged vessel.

Starboard Light Laser Cannon targeting Red
Light Laser Cannon Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Light Laser Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

ENGINEERING

Gus successfully boosts the weapons!

HELM

Triage has trouble rebalancing shields. Yarsok flies loops around the pirates.

GUNNERY

Naitier taunts Yellow, giving it a -2 to its shots. Alas, the fancy flying disorients Nuva'gek, who misses! However Grognard hits, inspired by the insult to Donkey. It blows out Red's Port shields, and does another 2 hull points of damage to the ship.

The poor pirates cannot shoot at all, and decide next round to spend more time on their piloting.

We have another status report brewing for you here at Poshkettle Tea!

PEGASUS

-4 damage to Front Shield

RED SHIP

No front shield, no Port shield, -10 to hull, Glitching Power Core

ORANGE SHIP

No damage

YELLOW SHIP

No damage, Taunted Gunnery

The pirates decide to devote more effort to flying this round! "Yippie-ki-yay, we're gonna eat donkeys today! Yarr!"

SHIP COMBAT TIME ROUND THREE

Basic Reference

Starship Combat Roles Cheat Sheet

Tier Two Pegasus

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Map: SLIDE 12

SLIDESHOW MAP KEY:
Red, Yellow, Orange=Yarr, Pirates!
Blue=Starfinders

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Piloting Initiative:

Yarsox Piloting + Node: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 1 = 20
Hot Shot Pirate Pilots+ Ship Bonus: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 3 = 35

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Team Starfinder gets to move first, alas!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

STILL TO ACT

If your roll will be affected by another's actions, feel free to place it under spoilers.

CAPTAIN
MAGIC OFFICER
MATE
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER
GUNNERS

Grognard flips his comm to local and mutters, "Hauld oan donkey! grab yer blankie, it's gonna gie roogh!"

He flips it back to broadcast and yells, "[REDACTED PER STARFINDER CHRONICLER PROCEDURE 4.1.2.9 - DECENCY IN COMMUNICATIONS ACT VIOLATIONS]"

Naitier botting for Yarsox.

As the pirate ships slingshot around Yarsox is having difficulty keeping astride them. He does his best to pivot and perform evasive manuevers to avoid their shots as the turns back around.

Evade DC13: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Triage laughs. "Forget this, they're not even hitting us. Move over Grognard." He darts over to the port cannon and takes a quick shot.

I believe he would be shooting at red, if not then it would be orange depending on where the ship ends up.

"Just in case this was not clear Nuva'gek, while our return to Absalom Station will be much faster, any aid we might receive is likely multiple weeks away at best. The space between stars and planets is vast enough for us to be lost and forgotten, much like my gladiator was in Yarsox's game. Our continued health depends on you landing your shot."

Using Demand action on Nuva'gek (or whomever is on the coilgun).

"Aw, come on guys! This power don't last long; y'all need to make those shots count!" He bemoans, as one of his hands slips on the control pad. As the power leaves the weapon mounts, his head turns frantically between them and his terminal before he notices he screwed something up. "Oh, dag nabit!"

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Yelling over the sound of the alarms and Grognard's cursing he spits "C'mon, hit the damn ship! It is not that hard!"

"Hold it together Gek, we need to bring these foes down. Calm yourself and focus..." Growling under his breath.

He inhales deeply twice and focuses a steely eyed gaze on the monitor in front of him.

Sashkri is checking systems, wildly. "Have we got a malfunction that I did not know about?"

ENGINEERING

Gus has trouble boosting the guns.

HELM

Yarsok still flies lots of expert loop-de-loops.

GUNNERY

Naitier fails to demand better performance from the Guns, and Grognard, Nuva'gek and Triage all manage to miss their shots this round.

As for the pirates, Orange and Yellow fire wildly, but Red makes its shot even with its terrible aim and a glitching powercore!

"And your donkey can bite your ass!" shouts Red. "Yarr, puns and guns. I be good at both!"

Orange light laser cannon, snapshot, range increment: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 - 2 - 1 = 7
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Yellow light laser cannon, snapshot, taunted: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 2 - 2 = 10
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

Red light laser cannon, snapshot, glitching power core: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 - 2 - 2 = 18
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

We at Poshkettle Tea would like to say, 'Buck up, friends! They haven't even scratched your paint... yet! But perhaps you want to fix that shield?'

PEGASUS

-9 damage to Front Shield

RED SHIP

No front shield, no Port shield, -10 to hull, Glitching Power Core

ORANGE SHIP

No damage

YELLOW SHIP

No damage, Taunted Gunnery

The pirates continue to devote more effort to flying this round!

SHIP COMBAT TIME ROUND FOUR

Basic Reference

Starship Combat Roles Cheat Sheet

Tier Two Pegasus

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Map: SLIDE 12

SLIDESHOW MAP KEY:
Red, Yellow, Orange=Yarr, Pirates!
Blue=Starfinders

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Piloting Initiative:

Yarsox Piloting + Node: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18
Hot Shot Pirate Pilots+ Ship Bonus: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 3 = 33

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Team Starfinder gets to move first, alas!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

STILL TO ACT

If your roll will be affected by another's actions, feel free to place it under spoilers.

CAPTAIN
MAGIC OFFICER
MATE
ENGINEER
PILOT
SCIENCE OFFICER
GUNNERS

"Just feel like I can not do anything right today..." Triage grumbles to himself. He looks over and notices the power distribution has finished and rushes back to the science station.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 2 = 21

"Got it!

Shields are evenly redistributed.