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Altharikon smiles and tries to wave awayh the children's fears. "Never fear, you won't get in trouble. We are here to help. Can you explain the trap you rigged?"

Apologies for my absence. Unexpected company over the holiday coupled with 48 hour stomach flu/food poisoning has kept me incommunicado. Catching up today.

Altharikon toggles his light on and peers down the corridor, looking for the correct room.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Before heading forward, Altharikon merely shrugs at Alimony. "Nothing special, just always leaned toward the Wayfinders...."

Giving a quick nod and standing at attention when the party meets Fitch, Althar listens attentively, then turns to find the fastest way to E-deck. "Consider it done."

"If none have a preference, I would like to meet Fitch, of the Wayfinders." Altharikon says.

Altharikon looks on helplessly at his new companion, unsure how to help Alimony.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Altharikon winks at Ceren and gives a small smile. "No worries, dear." Deciding to try and end this now, he casts another long spell, he fires three missiles of force at the remaining ganger.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 2) + 3 = 10

Altharikon delays, as he moves closer only to bump into his companions, he backs up and kneels to check on the old woman whose name he has forgotten.

Fanning at the smoke with his hand and sensing most of companions are near, he calls out. "Got everything under control?"

What’s the action to activate environmental protections again?

Standard

Altharikon coughs and waves at the smoke, then takes a moment to activate the environmental protection measures of his light armor suit.

Breathing easier, he draws his laser pistol and peers through the smoke.

Not able to see a thing, Altharikon moves toward the melee, plunging into the cloud of smoke!

double move

As the laser pistol fires, Altharikon finishes spell and fires all three missiles at the offending thug.

Missiles vs Red: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4, 3) + 3 = 14

Altharikon thinks of some information that could prove useful and tries to reach Kentalch telepathically. "We should try to find out who hired them..."

Altharikon raises one eyebrow at Chetna's last remark......

Guess we'll see how stupid they really are......

Altharikon's eyes widen in surprise as the flimsy bluff seems to have worked on the....dullards. The magic summoning syllables hang on his lip as he looks around at his companions.

Good call, GM!

Altharikon finishes his spell and three missiles of force fly from his fingers toward the two southern assailants!

Missiles x2: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4
Missile x1: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Not sure if the two southern guys are considered 15' apart or 20' If 15, will send two at Red and one at Yellow, otherwise all three at Red

Altharikon curses softly and begins casting a spell.

Full round cast of magic missile

Altharikon attempts to help Chetna portray the deep grief felt for the passed away family member.

Bluff Aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Altharikon ponders the planning of what is needed to happen and wonders aloud. "How does one go about obtaining a corpse....? Looking up, he addresses his companions. "We need to come up with a plan."

Altharikon considers the possibilities. "I'm fairly handy with computers, but outside of academic interests, I can offer little."

Altharikon frowns as the boy protests his innocence and his grandmother appears. Taking two steps backward to watch, yet keep his unbiased accusations to himself, he listens quietly, then follows the woman and his companions into the house.

Sipping at the tea, his eyes widen at the woman's proclamation, and he nearly spits his tea. "Um, do you have a scenario in mind in which to fake your death?" He asks, finding it odd that an old woman would have such a contingency in place.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Altharikon smiles at the boy's response and draws a few unsubstantiated inferences. "You are a clever fellow, aren't you? Look we don't want to get you in trouble, in fact, there could be a future in the Starfinder Society if you desire. But, first, you need to help us a little. Tell us who hired you? And to what ends? What were they looking for?"

Altharikon holds up his empty hands. "Keep in mind, if we found you, the corporations that were hacked can find you. We can protect you."

Altharikon watches the boy work as the other speak to him.

Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

" Are these your tomatoes? They look well tended. Do you live here?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Not much of a people person, Altharikon makes a half-hearted effort to speak with some people then quietly returns and follows his party to the Archives.

Listening to the briefing, he nods at his new companions' questions. "Yes, any recommendation of where to start?"

Altharikon looks up distractedly as the hologram begins speaking. Once instructions begin, he stows his comm device, and stands. Moving across the room, he grabs a cheek swab, sticks it in his mouth, and swirls it along his left cheek, then deposits it in the proffered container.

Next he pauses them shrugs and places his hand on panel to receive his subdermal implant.

Turning to the gathered members he gives a short bow. "I am Altharikon. It will be my pleasure to work wiith you all."

A tall, stoic looking lashunta paces down the corridor, head bowed in thought. Entering the meeting room, he glance around, finds a seat and sits, pulls out his personal comm device, and begins to scroll through it, occasionally tapping the screen.

dot!

Altharikon has a mk1 med serum if you search his belongings.

Altharikon sees Talbot fall, sees the miners attack him, then sees nothing more as darkness rushes in from the periphery and almost instantaneously coalesces into a black void......

Falling.....falling......falling.....blackness....darkness....black...hole. ...nothingness.....

Altharikon falls and knows nothingness. Dimly aware of voices around him, he absently wonders if he is dead. Sadness washes over him as he thinks of the grief of his parents. He thinks of his brother and how he would say he told him so. This thought evokes a spark of anger. Suddenly determined to prove his brother wrong, Althar reaches out and cups the floating spark in the his hands. Breathing on the spark he kindles the spark into a tiny, flickering flame......

Spend a Resolve Point to stabilize.

O SP 6 HP

Not expecting anyone to pop out of the cart, Althar is completely taken aback when Talbot attacks him. Darting toward his party, he spins and evokes to missiles of arcana at the speeding Talbot.

Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10 Woot! Now hopefully, Alth. isn't cut down as he moves away.

Can't edit map. Moving ten east toward 6ix

Raising his blaster, Althar fires at the nearest miner.

Pew Pew: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Sorry guys, after being away last weekend and starting a new job yesterday, I've had trouble updating. Catching up now.

Altharikon acts quickly and moves up behind 6ix. Peering over the shirren, he tries to daze the man with telepathic gibberish.

Gone again this weekend and unable to edit map. Althar will move up behind 6ix, and try to daze (DC 11), if he has LOS.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Altharikon draws his pistol and nods his readiness.

Altharikon nods and speaks telepathically to his companions. I see little choice, but to confront them or head north and look for an alternative route. Can anyone see Talbot?"

Altharikon nods in agreement and hurries after the party heading down the tunnel. "Yes, let us be on with it."

Altharikon watches 6ix, obviously impressed. Moving into the next room, he asks. "Well, someone might know we're here. Same plan or forgo the cloak and laser?"

How high is the ceiling?

Altharikon peers around the corner trying to spot the sensor. I may be able to disable the sensor if I can reach it.

Altharikon cocks his head in the direction the party went and looks at Id. "Did you hear something?"

Altharikon nods at Alton's plan and helps everyone else into their "disguises".

Did I miss this: is there a reason to believe the miners are exclusively human?

Altharikon nods. "That's not a bad idea." He says to Alton. "At minimum, we might be able to gain the element of surprise before we are noticed."

Althar points to the south then, mimicing Alton slides down the eastern wall to peer to the west.

Altharikon follows along with group and wait for Alton to relay what he has seen. Which way? He whispers telepathically.

Man, couldn't get on the boards all day.

Once away from the town, Althar takes a moment to catch his breath and compose himself, then examine his wounds. Drawing a syringe from his pack, he pulls off the cap with his teeth, then hand the needle into his upper arm.

Spend 1 Resolve to regain Stamina, us one Mk 1 Healing Serum: Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Sighing in relief. Altharikon peers at the horizon and points. "Looks like the place. What's the plan?"

I'm thinking we don't want to wait ten minutes in the bar, rather we should get out of there and pause after we've put some distance from the town.

As the Ysoki flees, Althar winches, holsters his weapons, then clutches his shoulder. "Urgh! Is everyone ok? I think we need to get out of here as quickly as possible. Is there anything on those two that gives us a clue to who they are...were?"

Altharikon darts toward the bar, gun held high, then fires down at the Ysoki!

Pew Pew!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Can't edit map. Moving east ten feet.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Altharikon flinches and grits his teeth as his damage to the shobad is reflected back unto himself. Knees almost buckling, the lashunta's left leg juts forward as he staggers under the pain!

SP 0 HP 4

Altharikon finishes his spell and launches three more missiles of force at the shobad.

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) + 3 = 11

The lashunta then draws his pistol, takes aim, and fires a laser burst at the Ysoki behind the bar.

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1