SFS 7-01 Gameday XIV

Game Master Qstor

Blitniz nods. "Yes, which is why having it operating out of control is bad for us. I can't turn it off until if it's on non-stop."

At least that's how I'm interpreting the goal here ... GM can correct me if I'm wrong.

Blitniz realizes that the party needs a way to stop the contamination.

Athletics DC 18 (jam the door open) or Engineering DC 18 (divert power away from the chamber) or Medicine DC 18 (reconfigure console to
target anomalous cell profiles rather than all organic matter)
or Mysticism DC 16 lifesense hybrid array [must be done within contamination chamber]).

engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Blitniz nods in support as he watches Raia divert power way from the chamber. "Yes, that will work."

Raia manages to disable the contamination procedure. The party heads through a bit of dust through the passageway into a large area.

on slide 2

This large, imposing shipment bay is fitted with an array
of machinery needed to package, sort, and load enormous
quantities of goods. Brilliant light filters into the room from
a series of three rooms to the east, casting dim light and long
shadows. To the south, near seamless bay doors are raised a
few feet. The room is noisy from the whirr of servos and the
clank of metal.

what do you guys do?

Blitniz points toward the three rooms to the east. "Lets go check those out first, perhaps?"

Sturmvanger examines the room quickly and readies his gun. Then, perhaps because he's worried about being heard over the noise, or perhaps he simply does not want to shout over it, he gestures to his companions to follow him toward the rooms to the East, looking for cover along the way.

I moved us over, and tried to put us all in areas that look like they'd have some cover. It looks like the rooms are raised, so I might have cover just standing next to it, since I'm a kobold, but I also found some boxes that likely will work until I have to get closer.

Blitniz pulls out his broad-spectrum scanning kit to survey the area.

Perception w/ scanning kit: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 4 = 25

Raia stays in Sturmvanger's shadow

As the party moves about, Blitniz spots a robot and it comes out from behind some machines. It speaks.

"Greetings, I am Postulant call 07. What is your designations?"

see slide 3

Blitniz replies, in his even digitized voice, "My designation is Blitniz. Are you overseeing operations at this facility?"

Raia studies the robot.
Something's not right here

Blitniz replies, in his even digitized voice, "My designation is Blitniz. Are you overseeing operations at this facility?"

"Oh no...I'm a researcher. I've gone outside my group and I decided that I must find answers about the First Ones. I'm very interested in them! What are you doing here?" It shifts a bag on it's waist.

Raia studies the robot.

Something's not right here

Blitniz isn't certain if the creature sees the others, who are behind much better cover than him, so he doesn't make any sign that would alert to their presence. His comm channel, however, is open, so that they could communicate with him if needed.

"Ah, excellent. I am here to do what I can to assist in learning about the First Ones as well. It is logical, I hope, that we can collaborate. Perhaps you can share your efforts with me?"

sm: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

[dice=sm]d20+0

Blitniz isn't certain if the creature sees the others, who are behind much better cover than him, so he doesn't make any sign that would alert to their presence. His comm channel, however, is open, so that they could communicate with him if needed.

"Ah, excellent. I am here to do what I can to assist in learning about the First Ones as well. It is logical, I hope, that we can collaborate. Perhaps you can share your efforts with me?"

"What would be welcome. What have you learned so far?"

"Oh, nothing really. I just got here, and was sent because we have so little information. I was under the impression that the city wouldn't have any anacite or other robotic inhabitants. Are you here alone? Something of a free thinker, perhaps?"

"Oh, nothing really. I just got here, and was sent because we have so little information. I was under the impression that the city wouldn't have any anacite or other robotic inhabitants. Are you here alone? Something of a free thinker, perhaps?"

"Yes I don't like the constrictions of some of what my group does. You?"

Blitniz decides to share a bit with this guy. After all, he has a glowing red light on his face, so how bad could this robot be?

"I'm with the Starfinder Society. Ever hear of us?" He holds up his hand, which begins to glow with the Starfinder emblem. "Our motto is Explore, Report, Cooperate. Our group is pretty cool, actually. What group are you with?"