GM S's "Invasion's Edge" (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

"What are those?" Proxy-83959 asks, trying to tap the datasphere to recognize them. Recall Knowledge, por favor, if it wasn't done as party of my exploration activity.

Twitching of excitement, Étoile starts sharing some information about the magical emanation.

"It seems the storm shares with this debris the same energy that I feel. It seems this environment may be affected by the Wreck of the Returned."

"Let's hope no more storms will be conjured here. Kinda dangerous, actually." Anaeja is worried that this debris is spewing energy that affects the surrounding environment. "Let's get a look inside?"

Pipsqueak will Search.

"What the heck are these things?"

Pipsqueak prods one with her foot.

Rovuur carefully examines the creatures, wondering what sort of predator might hunt prey like this.

The party stays alert while checking out the scene.

Will take BOTH a Nature and a Medicine check.

Navasi glances over the scene.

Medicine: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19.

+0 on both skills.

Étoile stays alert.

Medicine: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Whatever these things were Nature to Identify, the creatures were injected with a substance that killed them after a failed or unstable transformation.

Navasi wrinkles her nose.

"So they were some kind of lab rats, I suppose?"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21.

A glint catches her eye, and she carefully uncovers a pair of broken syringes.

"Guess they weren't doing it under laboratory conditions. Anyone know what might have been in them?"

The GM indicated that a sub-spoiler could be opened with a DC 15 Arcana/Nature/Occultism/Religion check. Sadly, Navasi does not have any of those!

Étoile says "Let me take a look."

Occultism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Nature (untrained) to ID the creatures (couple checks ago): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Arcana (trained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Proxy-83959's eyes glitter for a moment as he gets a faraway look. "It may have had a technological entry point, but it was definitely magic," he announces.

Eventually you determine the only points of ingress are the breaches at the rear of the debris, which lead down into the earth like slick cave entrances. Once ready, two votes and I'll advance.

Pipsqueak lifts up her scattergun. "We ready to find out more? Let's go!"

Étoile gets ready to step through the breach of the debris at the rear of the party, until they hit a crossroad. She pulls her pistol in the appendix.

There's one way in, and it's dark. This wreck is in bad shape, real bad. the breach leads you too a room that you can smell before you can see. The air is acrid, enough that you may wretch, and you haven't even entered yet. It's not decay... it's.... something else.

Place yourselves in marching order in the bottom right of the map and declare your exploration activity and how you are providing light (assuming you need it.) I'll reveal the map then.

"What is that awful smell?" Anaeja is concerned about what the smell might do to them. She begins hiding behind some cover.

Exploration: Stealth

Rovuur similarly keeps to the shadows, wanting to get the drop on any further hostile creatures. Exploration: Avoid Notice

Navasi simply keeps an eye out for anything interesting.

Exploration Activity: Search.

Étoile follows from the back, and keeps a eye on track.
"Do we need light?" asks Étoile as she prepares to cast light.

Exploration Activity: Track (Survival +6)

I'm also going to assume the map shows your marching order.

Proxy-83959 takes up a spot toward the rear of the Starfinders, rifle out, doing his best not to be seen. Exploration: Avoid Notice

The party carefully enters the wreak. a toxic spill in the corner of the room fills the air with noxious fumes. the chamber as you enter. Thankfully it's not overwhelming, but you'd have to walk right through it to explore deeper.

Pipsqueak has darkvision, and is Searching.

"This place smells worse than a shobhad's armpit. I guess we gotta get through it, though, unless someone has a bright idea."

"Maybe we can...dilute it? Clear it out, somehow?"

"Maybe we can...dilute it? Clear it out, somehow?"

I'd take Crafting, Nature, Piloting, or Thievery to pull this off. (Piloting because you think it's some type of fuel.)

Navasi attempts to dilute the fuel.

Piloting: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12.

"Perhaps we can clean that up?" Proxy-83959 suggests. He moves quickly, not wanting a more important Starfinder to have to order him to do so. But in his haste, he doesn't do a very good job.

Crafting (trained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Étoile inspects the fuel and have her brain working hard.

Crafting (Trained): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"Let me see what I can do..."

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Rovuur keeps an eye out for trouble as his more skilled allies attempt to safely dispose of the dangerous substance.

After a bit of thought, Étoile strikes upon a plan. The dirt from the breach has the right feel to it, and simply dumping enough of it on the liquid is enough to reduce it from dangerous to annoying. You are now free to move about the cabin. Which way?

Étoile, at the back, will let the other decide.

"I have no other clue of which way is the most dangerous or what is less. I count on you."

Moved Proxy to a suggested direction, though I wouldn't be in the lead.

"What if we go that way?" he suggests.

"Sounds like as good a plan as any!" Pipsqueak double checks that her scattergun is loaded and moves in.

This room suffered greatly from the crash, with all its furnishings thrown to the walls and smashed. Originally used to store materials, components, and valuable items, there’s not much left whole. Searching around may yield more to the perceptive...

Navasi looks around...

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24.

..and basically trips over the loot!

Navasi is confident she's found everything this room has to offer:

Navasi happily takes 10 bullets!

Whistling tunefully, she then moves on to the next room.

Proxy-83959 looks around to see if anyone else wants one of the commercial batteries. He slowly reaches for it, ready to jump back if someone more deserving or needy claims it instead.

That cellular stimulant is fun if anyone wants it! I'd say makes more sense for a more martial character, but I don't really know SF well enough yet to determine that!

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Anaeja looks around to look for more loot that she can find. She follows Navasi if she finds nothing else.

No one finds anything else in the second chamber.

Pipsqueak whistles as she takes the other ten bullets.

Cellular stimulant is neat, but not as useful to Pipsqueak who mainly does a two-action auto-fire.

"Should we check out this room next?" I can't tell exactly where the door is, but Pipsqueak is happy to go first.

"Works for me!"

Navasi follows Pipsqueak.

Tools, raw materials, and pieces of destroyed robots litter the room. This could take a while. Worse, there's a fair bit of oil all over everything, though thankfully it doesn't look too bed.

Navasi looks over the room...

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6.

...then moves on to the next one.

Navasi steps in.... only to find out too late that the oil isn't simply oil. it coalesces to attack!

Round 1:
Étoile (14/20): Go
Oil: TBD
Anæja: TBD
Proxy-83959 (11/17): TBD
Pipsqeak (18/19): TBD
Rovuur (13/14): TBD
Navasi: TBD

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Tactical Map

Étoile

> Pull a pistol
> Strides SE of Pipsqueak
> Recall Knowledge on the oil.