SFS1 #3-17 Clone Batch Catastrophe (Inactive)

Game Master cmlobue

Special Abilities, Weaknesses & Attacks

Mizzrym' waits for the Joros' answers to Anock's question.

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

The patient is not a Joro, Thesh thinks. This is quite strange...

I wonder what they're do

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Irres gives the Joros an interested look when she sees that they have a non-Joro patient.

If the robot hits an entangled creature, it deals an extra 3 nonlethal damage. Vulnerable to critical hits and electricity. Integrated voltaic anchor pistol.

"We don't get a lot of visitors at all, since we're in this vault. We do have a few residents who aren't Joros, though. We do our best for everyone, of course."

"Oh, interesting! So when you're going through medical school, do you study other races' anatomy, or just that of Joros, assuming that you'd be able to apply that to everyone?" Anock thinks she knows the answer to that question, but she wants to hear this Joro admit it. She manages to avoid doing the shirren equivalent of sticking her nose in the air, but just barely.

"I'm not a Doctor Joro or Nurse Joro, so I wouldn't be able to tell you much about medical training. But we always put our patients first!"

"If you have none-Joro patients, where do they come from and what race are they? I assume that wouldn't be a breach of medical law for you to tell me?"

"Well... I can't give you any details about specific patients. But not everyone who lives in the vault is a Joro. They're mostly like us, though - two legs, two arms, one head. At least, when they're not here they do. But we treat the thinky-thunkys and crummy-tummies just the same and send them on their way."

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15.

Omega isn't quite sure that is how a doctor would normally describe it, but they don't mention it.

"Don't look at me. I didn't go to med school! But I might know something"

Culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 Vomatian looks at the party. "I think they might be nauseated or have a concussion."

Medicine DC 12: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

'Thinky-thunkys and crummy-tummies'?! Either this guy's a doofus or he's a moron! Well, the Joros are all rather doofy, but this one could be both. Outraged on behalf of (and seriously concerned for the well being of) the patients here, Anock sets about ascertaining just how incompetent this Joro is. First step: What's his job title? It's not great for a receptionist to be medically illiterate, but they're not the ones treating patients. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. I'm Anock. My job is to knock some sense into people who need it. Metaphorically speaking, of course." She gestures to indicate a humorous intent. She is at least partly joking, after all: Anock has never physically struck anyone on the head (that she can remember).

"Well, that narrows it down I'd hope. I don't think silica-based life can get concussions? Kinda need a meat brain for that to happen, not a hunk of glass."

"Well, if you knock sense into anybody, we can get it out of them here at Ourojoros! And you can call me Pharmacist Joro. Though there isn't a lot of need for that here, so I end up doing whatever needs to be done." You do notice now that behind the receptionist's desk is a locked cabinet that could hold medications, though the door is opaque. Maybe they don't need to label things when almost everyone is the same person.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

May be we can help? We are more used to different anatomy than you and some of us are well trained in medicine.

Says Mizzrym'

"Well, if you knock sense into anybody, we can get it out of them here at Ourojoros!"

"Why would you want to remove--?!" Anock is flabbergasted. She thinks at the group: I can't tell if he's more into puns than the rest of the Joros or if he's so incompetent that his name should be 'Ignorant'!

She sighs, takes a deep breath, and switches to a different topic. "May we ask why the services of a Pharmacist are rarely needed here?"

Omega taps out a question:

Do Joros rarely get sick, per se?

"Of course we need pharmacists. Whizdisk players are getting ouchies all the time, and anyone can have an accident or illness. Not much illness, of course, since most of that has been eliminated on the genetic level."

They look uncomfortable at Mizzrym's question. "Why would we need help? We have all the knowledge that a Joro could require! And with anyone else..."

Another Joro, wearing a loose shirt with a rabbit print similar to the appearance of the robots and carrying a clear plastic bag with yarn and needles, walks down the hallway. Waving to Pharmacist Joro, they say "Why not give them a chance? Surely learning some new techniques would be good."

You think you hear them mumble "And I don't have to be here for it, since I'll be at the game!" as they head out the door.

Roll some make them change their mind checks, if you would. Or you can go in without permission, though that could be risky.

"What about engineers?"

I have -1 social skills, so I'll let others roll first.

Irres has no relevant skills.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Diplomacy (coin award reroll 2*): 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 2 = 22

Mizzrym' tries to convince the Joro to let them help.

We are Starfinders. Starfinders travel through the universe and meet numerous different species. We are used to "the unexpected" as well as "the unusual". More to that, some of us are quite knowledgeable in medicine and letting us help will certainly improve the chance of survival of your patients as well to be a teachable experience for you Joros to see us in action.
Please, let us help.

Excellent. My pupil is doing well.

Mizzrym's initial attempt doesn't seem to sway Pharmacist Joro much, but after a bit of convincing, they seem to soften. "Well... I guess it can't hurt for you to look. Just be careful, and don't touch anything without talking to one of the staff first."

With that, the Starfinders can enter the patient's room. The occupant is a draelik who is currently unconscious but stable. An IV with a half-filled bag is attached to one arm, and while most of their skin is covered by a blanket or their gown, you can see signs of blunt force trauma.

As you examine them, you can see other Joros wandering the halls. They peek in to see what is going on but do not comment or interfere with you. Most seem to be dressed as the first two you noticed, either as doctors or nurses. You also see a small maintenance robot.

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11.

Omega continues to remain oblivious.

"Hm." Anock muses as she beelines to the IV to check its contents.

Medicine DC 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"Oh my goodness!" Anock yelps in alarm. "The dose on this sedative is too high for a draelik! They'll *never* wake up this way, and permanent harm will result from prolonged exposure to this dosage level. Who ordered this? And who executed it? Get the doctor and nurses who've been attending this patient in here now!" Having talked herself from alarm to righteous outrage, Anock decides to deal with the obvious signs of blunt force trauma after this poor drealik's life is saved- by her, of course.

Not long after Anock's outburst, a trio of Joros enter the room. They may be the pharmacist and the doctor and nurse you saw before, though it's still hard to tell. The one that looks like the doctor begins asking questions, and the nanocyte repeats her explanation of what is happening here. After some brief back and forth, Doctor Joro agrees to adjust the dosage of the medicine. You immediately notice some improvement to the patient, including some muscle twitching, but think it will be an hour or so before they regain consciousness.

Nurse Joro cheerfully thanks you for the advice - probably more cheerfully than you would if someone showed up at your job and told you what to do - and heads back out with the other two.

And for no particular reason, I will need to know which Starfinder leaves the room first, when you reach that point.

"Should one of us stay with the draelik while they recover? I wouldn't want to suddenly wake up in a town where everyone looks exactly the same."
"Plus, I'm not certain the Joros are trustworthy anymore."

Anock seems to have things in hands. I suggest we'll leave her here with someone to help her keep the watch and let the draelik rests. says Mizzrym' who leave the room.

Leaving the the room first.

"Hm. Yes. I can't say I trust the Joros to take *proper* care of this patient. Did you notice how nonchalant that nurse was about this fiasco? Like it was no big deal?" Anock shudders dramatically. "Mizzrym'! See if the other patients are safe!" She calls after him, as if she doesn't trust him to come up with that idea himself.

"I'll stay with you."
Irres sits down in a chair across from the patient and rests her rifle against the wall right next to her.

"Say, can Shirren get buzzed off weed?"
Irres says, pulling a small baggie of pre-rolls out of a pouch.

"Thanks Irres!"

"I'll stay with you."

Irres sits down in a chair across from the patient and rests her rifle against the wall right next to her.

"Say, can Shirren get buzzed off weed?"
Irres says, pulling a small baggie of pre-rolls out of a pouch.

Anock nods as Irres offers to stay with her to guard the patient, but gives a cool look at the question about weed. "I certainly *hope* you're not intending to light up *in a hospital*." She replies pointedly, without answering the question. Hmph! Like I'd dull my senses now, when at least one patient's life is in danger! "In fact, I highly recommend you avoid using that stuff while on a mission, if you want to advance in the Starfinder Society."

As Irres settles down next to the draelik and the team debates the wisdom of smoking in a hospital, Mizzrym heads out into the hallway. As he does, the whizdisk mascots begin to change, revealing guns integrated into their arms. As the various denizens of the hospital gather to see what's going on, the robunnies level their weapons at the Starfinders.

The purple curtains provide cover. There are four large vid screens on the ceiling marked on the map with stars. They can be attacked, which causes them to fall, dealing damage to anyone within 15 feet as they shatter.

In addition to the two robots, there are groups of Joros who have formed to watch what happens. They provide soft cover and count as difficult terrain unless you succeed at a DC 18 Acrobatics check to move through them. The groups can be dispersed by damaging them, but doing so will incur Infamy. The patients and staff not part of these groups will not affect combat, so please don't shoot at them.

Round 1 - bolded may go

Ω-CloudChatI.Q.Prime
Mizzrym’
Irres
Pink
White
Thesh
Vomatian
Anock
Joro Swarms

Omega draws his weapon, and tries to get the Joros to disperse, working on the assumption that a clear and present danger temporarily nullifies the order prohibiting him from speaking.

"wArNinG! tHeSe rOBoTs HavE iNDicATeD hOsTiLe inTEnT! i reCoMMeNd tHAt yOu DiSpeRSe qUicKLy, In An oRDerLy mANnER, To aVOiD HarM."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25.

Engineering (RK): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Mizzrym' tries to remember what's the weakness of the robots then draws his heavy laser and shoots at the closest bunny.

Laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Damages, F: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Irres moves out of the room, grabbing her rifle on the way out and crouching behind a couch for cover. She then fires at purple.
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
damage: 1d10 ⇒ 1

Sorry, you can also Intimidate your way through a group of Joros. Same DC.

Omega tries to convince the gawkers to get out of the area.

Mizzrym’

Irres rushes out into the room and doesn't take the time to aim, hitting the cabinet that has medications in it. Fortunately, it's at least slightly fortified.

The pink-tinted robot takes a shot at Irres, then ducks behind a holocurtain.

Integrated Voltaic Anchor Pistol: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 - 2 = 9
Nonlethal Electricity Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

The white rabbit fires a grenade, then moves among the nearby Joros.

Stickybomb Grenade I: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Entangled Rounds: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4 DC 12 Reflex negates

Round 1 - bolded may go

Ω-CloudChatI.Q.Prime (Reflex save)
Mizzrym’ (Reflex save)
Irres (Reflex save)
Pink (concealment)
White (-8 HP)
Thesh (Reflex save)
Vomatian (Reflex save)
Anock (Reflex save)
Joro Swarms

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16.

I take it that the crowd ignored me?

"iF You lET It sHeLtEr aMonGSt YoU, yOu rUN The RiSk oF BeInG hIt By sTrAy ShOtS fROm WEaPOns."

Non-plussed at both the Robots' attacks, and the crowds intransigence in the face of an urgent plea, Omega moves forward and opens fire upon White.

Holy Underwater Living Red Star Plasma Array: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22, for 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Electricity/Fire damage.

They definitely noticed you, though they haven't had a turn to react yet.

Reflex DC 12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Anock is thoroughly entangled in goo, stuck to her chair beside the draelik, who was mercifully spared being covered by the sticky glop. "What? Are you kidding me?! There are *patients here!* Arrgh!" Livid, she releases her nanite cloud in an attempt to protect the patient she's guarding and draws her pistol. "*This is not how you run a hospital!*"

The light blue shape is Anock's nanite cloud. As long as you are in or adjacent to it, she can use it to give you Fast Healing 1 for one minute.

Thesh sighs. These clowns...

reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Thesh moves and shoots as precisely as they can.

acid micergate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
acid: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Bah, was hoping I could dispense with firepower first, but spells it might have to be...

Reflex DC12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Mizzrym' avoids being glued.

Ref: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

He shoots.

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Ref: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Hearing Anock complain, and stressed from combat, Irres bursts into manic laughter.

"Like a bug in flypaper, khahahaha!"

She then fires her plasma bolter at the purple bot.

attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
damage: 1d10 ⇒ 7

Thesh and Anock get stuck in the goo, while the other Starfinders manage to avoid the worst of the slime.

Thesh drags themself out of the draelik's room and hits the white bunny with a shot of acid.

Vomation also hits the white robot despite the poor angle.

Anock releases her nanites.

The groups of Joros move closer to the action. They do take Omega's advice not to stay too close to the rabbits (probably because they can get a better view. You see some of them pulling out datapads and taking pictures of both the Starfinders and the robots. Many are squeezing into the hallway to the south to see what is going on.

Omega shoots at the white rabbit, and the electricity seems particularly effective.

Irres takes a shot that is well wide of the robot behind the curtain.

Round 2 - bolded may go

Ω-CloudChatI.Q.Prime
Mizzrym’
Irres
Pink (concealment)
White (-31 HP)
Thesh (entangled 3 rounds)
Vomatian
Anock (entangled 3 rounds)
Joro Swarms

Heavy Laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 4 = 6
Damages, F: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Heavy Laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 8 - 4 = 11
Damages, F: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Mizzrym' shoots twice at the same bunny but his aim is far off this time!

Mizzrym’s laser blasts both go wide.

The pink robot emerges from behind the curtain and takes a shot at 1d6 ⇒ 6 Anock.

Integrated Voltaic Anchor Pistol: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Nonlethal Electricity Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

The white rabbit step inside and fires at the monitor above the reception desk.

Integrated Voltaic Anchor Pistol: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Nonlethal Electricity Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

The monitor crashes to the ground, showering everyone within 15 feet in shards of glass.

Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6 (DC 10 Reflex negates)
Joros Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Most of the Joros flee, but one falls to the ground, bleeding from a severe wound. It takes no special training to realize they need immediate medical attention.

Note: Any PC who deliberately endangers a Joro bystander or purposefully neglects an injured Joro gains 1 Infamy. This does not mean you must endanger yourself to help, but if you are able to safely stabilize or heal them, you should.

Round 2 - bolded may go

Ω-CloudChatI.Q.Prime (Reflex save)
Mizzrym’
Irres (Reflex save)
Orange (will die on their turn)
Pink (concealment)
White (-31 HP)
Thesh (entangled 3 rounds, Reflex save)
Vomatian
Anock (-9 SP, entangled 3 rounds)
Joro Swarms

I appreciate that it is written into the scenario, but saying that *not* healing someone is the equivalent of shooting them yourself (both giving infamy) is ridiculous :-/

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15.
Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10.

Omega dodges the worst of the blast, but doesn't manage to stabilise the injured Joro, despite his best efforts.