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Anock catches herself just before blurting out an indignant complaint. She struggles with it for nearly a full minute, desperately trying to come up with something uplifting to say to her minions team. Finally, she blurts a little too loudly: "Well, at least the tent is translucent enough to let us enjoy the light show."

...Oh. That was awful. ... She has no idea how to spin her statement into something better, so she decides to bluff her way through it, trying for all the world to act like she's a kid watching fireflies flicker through the fabric of the tent with a sense of wonder.

Now would be a hilarious time for the tent to catch fire. ;D

"Ohhh thank goodness!" Anock sighs with relief, visibly sagging as the itchiness dispipates. "Yeah, sure, we'll sign the tent. Perhaps the next Starfinders to use it will be inspired when they see that." She's feeling rather magnanimous now that she's protected from all the pathogens on this unclean ball of unknowns.

"*Why* am I itchy?! I swear, if I'm allergic to this fog--!" Anock huffs, but doesn't finish her thought. She's too busy trying not to scratch through her epidermal layer.

"I'm more worried about him than us. Well, and the tent." Anock glances up at the one poor tent that's protected most of the team through so much awful weather. Please hold!

Preening at another point being scored in favor of sleeping in, Anock chooses to say nothing. The smug expression on her face speaks volumes, though.

"Indeed," Anock haughtily replies. "It is vital to remain well rested and keep up our strength so we can respond to threats to our existence without handicap. Who *knows* what the incubation time is on the pathogens we've no doubt been infected with. We'll fight off those infections better with sufficient rest." She nods curtly, as if she's just settled everything, and really you should just do as she says in the first place. It's for your own good, and definitely *not* because she wants to sleep more because then it's easier to pretend this isn't happening.

Anock will heartily agree with Nip on that, especially since they're bound to be more clean than anything out here.

"Ugh! If this storm keeps me awake, I'm going to vote for sleeping in tomorrow." Anock grouses, pummeling the lumps out of the ground under her sleeping bag. It's clear she's not terribly concerned about running out of time, whether or not she should be.

"You are entirely too--" Anock bites off her acerbic comment a bit too late, but better late than not at all. She takes a deep breath, swallowing her irritation at Poko's song. Okay, it takes multiple deep breaths, but hey: she's trying. Plastering a smile onto her face, she picks up a stick and begins whacking a rock to the rhythm of that song. "Go on. You can finish it." She braces herself for more, while mentally patting herself on the back for being such a good sport.

Once they're stationary enough, Anock allows each of her wounded allies to spend a minute breathing deeply of her nanites, repairing most of their wounds.

Everyone's SP should be topped off now.

She deliberately does *not* talk about how she couldn't hit the broadside of a barn serpent at point-blank range, doing everything she can to keep the conversation going in any other direction. "Honestly, despite the many dangers we'll likely encounter on land, at least our individual maneuverability won't be limited as it was on the boats. We were just like snacks on a conveyor belt out there!" She actually helps set up camp, or at least tries to. Her help isn't the most helpful, as she doesn't do anything quite right, leaving the others to decide whether they'll leave it, call her back to fix it (with supervision), or just fix it themselves.

@Wilson: You're adjacent to the cloud array, so the Fast Healing does work for you this round.

Again adjusting the nanite cloud, Anock tsks. "Wilson, we're moving too fast for the cloud. It won't heal you much longer!" I can only move one square per round, and the Fast Healing only works if you're in or adjacent to it.

On the plus side, maybe the snake won't follow if it gets hurt badly enough. *Surely* it'll decide that there's less life-threatening food elsewhere, right? Speaking of which, hopefully she'll actually hit it this time.

Azimuth laser pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Nope. How could she miss two point blank shots in a row? "Gol ding it! Is the barrel *bent*?!" Anock shrieks indignantly.

Anock adjusts her nanite cloud to keep up with their not-fast-enough progress down the river, then grimaces and shoots point-blank at the serpent. She fully expects to get splattered with something unpleasant in the process.

Azimuth laser pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Well, that's horrifying." Anock remarks, releasing her nanites in a cyan L-shaped cloud. With a flick of her wrist, she causes them to surge, granting Wilson Fast Healing 1 (SP only, not HP). Then she tries to shoot it farther down its body so as not to hit her meal ticket teammate.

Azimuth laser pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Move action for Cloud Array, Swift action for Nanite Surge, Action for attack.

Anock sputters, grabbing a disinfectant wipe to clean up the water droplets that Nippostia splashed on her. Just then, a huge snake rears out of the water. "Relax?! *Relax?!* Oh, *sure*. I'll 'relax'," she retorts, her voice rising an octave as fear-induced adrenaline kicks in. She whips out her azimuth laser pistol and fires off a shot at the soggy serpent.

Azimuth laser pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Unfortunately she doesn't have her sea legs yet; the rocking of the boat throws off her aim. "There! See what good relaxing did? Yeah! *I thought so!*"

On the plus side, Domehead's backside is probably hanging over the edge of the boat, so you won't have to shovel or bail anything unpleasant.

Token placed.

"Excellent proposition." Anock agrees. She certainly doesn't want to share a boat with the dinosaur. Why, it may not even be smart enough to "go" over the side. Being in the front of her boat, she's in the perfect position to see exactly how that's handled. Unfortunately.

"Don't relax too much, Nippostia. There could be jagged things under the water and we have no idea whether or not our boats will look like *food* to the denizens of the river. Though I'll not complain if you choose to be on storm watch. We'll need enough warning to find a safe place to beach the boats if one comes up on us."

This time, Anock tells Poko and Nippostia a story about a merfolk woman who was bullied because she had different-colored skin than everyone else and had tentacles instead of a fish tail. But she had powerful magic, so people would come and demand that she do things for them. Of course, they had no idea that all that practice helped her become powerful enough to single-handedly overthrow their government and rule with an iron fist. The people were too foolish to realize they could've prevented all that by simply not being jerks.

Whenever the firestorm surges nearby, she glances worriedly in the direction of Wilson's improvised shelter. She's realized that he's the most likely to know how to manage in a situation like this, so his life is quite precious to her.

Yes, please annoy her! She deserves it.

Whatever you guys decide, please drag Anock along with you/force her compliance. Otherwise she'll take the least inconvenient option for herself until it's no longer available. Appealing to her ego works.

And if you're getting tired of how I'm RPing her, please let me know. I'll adjust so we can all have fun.

"Oh my *actual* *freaking* *gosh*! Well, I guess we set the tent back up again! Geez Lou-frickin-wheeze!" This time Anock actually helps. "Wilson, make sure you find a spot on high ground for this one so you don't end up marinating in a pool of acid. I don't think your hidey spot from last time will help with this storm." Aww. She's caring for her team. Pat her on the back, Universe/dice roller--and stop sending storms!

A tense moment ticks by before Anock inhales sharply, as if that's the only way to prevent herself from huffing. Suddenly she realizes that, as the obvious leader of this expedition, team morale is one of her responsibilities. Delegation is often essential, but the peons need to know that she's willing and able to pull her own weight. And honestly, this is a safe and sanitary way to help. Of course she can tell stories. "Yes. Yes I am. Come inside, and I'll tell you the tale of an old witch that lived in a *very* unsanitary house, made entirely of gingerbread, sugar, and candy. Can you *imagine* the infestations?! Don't worry, that's not a spoiler. You'll find out why in a bit."

Unfortunately, Anock can only heal SP, unless she tries a DC 25 Treat Deadly Wounds Medicine check. With only a +7 modifier, she's bound to get her ego bruised. At least crit failing skill checks isn't a thing in SF1e.

Anock huffs at the thought of sharing a tent with *two* people, but it's better than huddling next to that dino in the lightening. "This planet is *the worst*."

"Yes, yes. But if the snow is acidic, we're going to *despise* being caught out in any precipitation. I *sincerely* hope you're wrong and the tents were just defective." Anock continues grumbling as she releases her nanites into a cloud around Domehead, allowing the dinosaur to breathe them in so they can repair its internal systems. As always, she runs them through her special sanitizing protocol before pulling them back into herself. There's no need to spread pathogens between individuals, after all.

"Poko, did you make coffee? I thought you mentioned something about lattes last night." She holds out her hand, expecting a coffee to be placed in it.

Gotta love the idea of Anock just sitting around with Domehead while everyone else breaks camp, as if she *needs* to be standing right there the entire time, doing nothing, for the nanites to work.

Anock assumes Wilson knows what he's talking about, and she'd *much* rather ride out the storm in a tent than out in the elements, even with environmental protections. She "helps" set up the tents by reading the instructions *at* everyone else doing the work, and is the first to head inside to claim her territory.

Ah. Yeah, that's correct.

This post is the last combat post, which lists everyone's HP. Looks like Wilson went unscathed, though Domehead isn't listed. @Wilson: Can you verify this so I know how many nanite surges to use up?

After spending a minute each allowing the injured to breathe in her nanite cloud, Anock announces that she is ready for whatever's next. One can almost forgive the smug expression on her face. She's not much help with setting up camp, but she does volunteer to take a watch in the middle of the night. "If it gets too dark to see, my blindsense will come in handy, and I can wake all of you telepathically if it seems that making noise or moving around would be unwise."

As they're discussing their plans, she states her obviously-superior opinion: "I'd much rather not bushwhack my way through an alien jungle. The pathogens we'd encounter--just *think*! At least on the river we ought to be able to bypass most of them, assuming we keep our boats righted. But if we hear a distant roar, like rapids or a waterfall, we should pull over to the bank as soon as possible. Going underwater in this place will probably be even *more* dangerous than going overland. And no one wants to die of illnesses that have been eradicated in settled worlds, like dysentery." She subconsciously adds a haughty sniff at the end. "And we shouldn't strain ourselves too hard, at least at first. Exhaustion leads to mistakes, and we can't afford those out here."

If shirrens could blush, Anock would be as bright as a strawberry right now. Fortunately for her enormous and fragile ego, they cannot. She waves her hand dismissively as she replies: "Oh, fine. Take it. I have enough to keep me busy, anyway. Now, how badly did those crabs get you? Any lacerations? Assuming we're safe enough here, we should fully heal ourselves before moving out."

Anock can grant one person at a time Reactive Repair, granting them Fast Healing 1 (for SP only) for 1 minute. She can do this 7 times per day.

"Boats, you say. Did anyone grab a boat on the way off the ship?" Anock glances at the supplies, unsure about exactly how big an inflatable raft would be and absolutely certain there isn't a rigid boat taking up space in her teammates' arms.

Anock can't cast spells, but I forgot that she wouldn't be able to activate it via the datapad. Let's just say Anock is getting far too cocky about her abilities, per usual. Feel free to put her in her place. She'll get snippy, but will comply. It would damage her precious ego to fail if she tries it, so it's better to act like a martyr now and give it up.

"It takes Anock several moments to pull herself out of shock, then to prevent herself from panicking at being exposed to so many alien pathogens all at once. I am going to get sick with heretofore unknown microbes!!!

Wilson's practical assessment and no-nonsense demeanor help ground her, though. It isn't too long before she is able to speak again. She compensates for her lack of composure by sounding extra bossy. [b]"Right. I was going to say the same thing. But *first*, we should take stock of what we salvaged and divvy it up appropriately. *And* someone should keep watch while we do. I nominate Nip to watch for incoming threats. Now, everyone lay out your goods so I can take stock." She begins setting down the stuff she was able to grab.

She has:
a tier 1 datapad that is hardened and self-charging with a mystic cure (1st level) spell chip installed
a basic medkit
a clear spindle aeon stone
a chemalyzer
a roll of ion tape
a zipstick
a trailblazer fusion seal

"Hmm. The chemalyzer and basic medkit are redundant. I can create those with my nanites, as well as an emergency beacon, which will come in more handy than I anticipated. As the medic, I should take the datapad, and I'll carry the other medical supplies if no one else is trained in how to use them. That aeon stone looks like a good fit for me too. Who wants the rest of it?"

Happy to move divvying up the goods to Discussion so we can move the fun part of the game forward.

"Quickly! Quickly!" Anock doesn't realize she's giving annoyingly obvious and superfluous orders; it appears her mouth is running without checking in with the brain first. She grabs and nabs anything in the engine room that's not bolted down, then bolts out of the ship without even thinking about whether or not there are more threats out there. She can feel the ship sinking, like a too-slow elevator, but she swears it's picking up speed.

"Are you flipping *kidding me*?! Go away!" Anock yells at the crabs, despite knowing full well that there's no way they'd understand Common speech. As she charges down the hallway past yet *another* crab, she shouts back over her shoulder: "Nip! Get a move on! The ship's sinking and we're leaving, with or without you!" Well, they probably won't leave her behind, but maybe if she thinks it's likely she'll get some hustle going.

Bursting into the Engineering room, she takes note of everyone else in her way. "Well, don't just stand there! Grab and go! Grab and go!" She shoulders past Domehead, without even noticing whether or not she's soiled the floor.

Double move

With the damage we took upon landing, Anock is down 10 SP.

"Oh for the love of actual heck! We don't have *time* for this!" Anock is utterly exasperated at the irritating crab-like creatures. "Ugh! There's no *knowing* what contaminants they've gotten into my bloodstream!" She attempts to vault the nearest cabinet in the hopes of getting away from them, then continues dashing toward the engine room.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

If she's slowed down at all, she may not have time to grab anything before leaving.

@Poko: Anock already got all the stuff from the bridge. Your token is already down by A4 and A3 on the map, though it might have been placed before we understood that we're limited to our movement speed. Nip is going to the Life Pods (A2), Anock is going to Engineering (A5), and Wilson's going to the cargo bay (A3). Do you want to go to the Crew Area (A4)?

Anock's Round 1 will stay the same. She has just enough movement to exit through A6 after grabbing the stuff in Engineering in Round 4.

Growl! Looks like Paizo lost my post. I even checked to verify that it successfully submitted, but it's gone now. Boo. Here goes again:

"Well, I guess I'll just pick up after all of you in *here*!" Anock gripes after everyone else has dashed off the bridge. She grabs what she can and dashes toward the hall, hollering: "If no one else can get to Engineering, I guess I'll go! But I'm already carrying all the stuff from the bridge!"

"And whoever's grabbing our personal gear: make sure you get my hygiene kit!!"

Move to gather bridge gear; move to move out of the bridge.

Current Bulk: 1
Encumbered: 6
Too much!!!: 12

@GM: Do we need to save time to exit the ship? If so, where is the exit? I don't see a door on the map.

If it's any consolation, I've heard that SF2 follows the same rules as PF2, just with different thematic flavor. So you really only need to remember two different rules sets, not three. ;D

Using my t-shirt reroll (Thanks for clarifying. For some reason I thought the merch had to be Starfinder-specific.)

It takes a couple of seconds for the damaged controls to respond, but when they do...

Piloting (t-shirt reroll): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

...Anock does a *much* better job of aiming for that clearing over there.

"No, I'm afraid we can't!" Anock nearly shrieks. "Brace for impact!!"

It's a good thing I enjoy role playing failure, because this is shaping up to be a "comedy of errors" type of game.

"Eeeeep!" Anock fumbles for the controls and desperately tries to avoid a fiery crash into oblivion.

Piloting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Yeesh. And no re-roll, unless having a PF1 tshirt counts. (Long shot, but I gotta ask.)

Maybe she's *too* desperate.

"Oh, for the love of peppers!" Anock swears as she frantically peers through the viewports (thank the *gods* this ship has actual viewports!) to spot a safe landing spot. Preferably *not* in the middle of a large body of water.

Survival to Aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Looks like Wilson's Survival modifier is the highest at +8.

"Nip!" Anock's tone fails to hide her irritation and panic as she grips the pilot's controls and bangs the adjacent panel, desperately trying to get the dead console to function. "Use your vast magical prowess and get us outta this!"

Untrained in Computers. Modifier would be +0 if I could roll.

Perception DC 13: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Ah! There are remnants of ancient buildings on that site. I see some kind of large standing ring structure and a grotto with steps descending to a wide flat space. We should definitely get some detailed scans of that." Anock attempts to land the probe where it'll get a clear line of sight on that area.

"Right. I'm ready." Settled in the pilot's chair, Anock commands: "Launch the probe!"

Piloting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"I am not going to remember all that. Good news, Poko: you're our computer specialist. We're all relying on you to do the things." Anock gestures dismissively at the complicated-looking starship computer terminal.

Thank *goodness* someone on board has some sense! Anock huffs to herself. Her estimation of Nip has increased considerably.

Nip's assessment of the vague, all-encompassing magical threat unnerves Anock, especially as it seems to be powerful enough to control the weather patterns of *an entire planet*. She's so strung-up about it that Poko's singing, which by any measure is entertaining, grates on her nerves. She snaps: "*Why* do you have a microphone on the bridge? During the workday?" Realizing how short-tempered she sounds, she tries to lighten it up with a playful follow-up: "Karaoke night happens at *night*, for goodness sake!"