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"Several jinsuls met the Lady today, may she judge them well. I am glad we were not among their group today, friends."

Apsel procedes to prepare more delicious meals on their (shorter) trip back to Pact Worlds space!

Reporting info looks good.

Seeing his ysoki friend in dire straits, Apsel reaches out to soothe what he can of Rocket's wounds. No action requried: Life link to take 5 HP damage and heal Rocket 5 HP.

Just as he prepares to channel Pharasma's power to his allies a second time, Flameclaw advances toward the leader and throws his huge axe.

Watching worryingly as a very wounded Flameclaw runs forward, Apsel urges (through telepathy) "If you desire healing, withdraw toward me."

Full round channel: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 7, 3, 5) = 19

Based on who has HP damage, this will heal Apsel's 5 HP that he just took from Rocket and will heal Rocket another 19, or 24 total. Flameclaw unfortunately is just out of range unless I went before he did, in which case Flameclaw gets 19 HP restored, too.

Following the tremendous explosion, Apsel mouths words to Pharasma and concentrates.

"Not yet"

Healing energy flows out through Apsel and into his allies.

Full round channel, affecting everybody but Vixi.

Healing: 4d8 ⇒ (5, 8, 2, 4) = 19

Mysticism: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

Yellow still needs to make a DC 17 reflex save or take 10 force damage from Apsel's Reflecting Armor spell going off last round.

Rocket should also have no HP damage as Apsel took that HP onto himself via Lifelink before casting last round

Taking advantage of his opponent's flatfooted condition, Apsel moves back toward the group move action and casts Reflecting Armor on himself standard action.

He also updates Rocket on the location of the jinsul Commander. "50 feet ahead and 5 feet to the right this time," Apsel says as he passes in front of Rocket.

So as to avoid the retconning issue with Yellow's turn - and because the party wasn't terribly injured yet - I can say Apsel delayed until after the zealots went.

As the jinsul's attack cuts into him, Apsel releases the stored, crackling energy from his Reflecting Armor spell at the attacker.

Yellow will suffer 10 force damage unless the jinsul makes a DC 17 Reflex save

Despite beginning to suffer somewhat moderate wounds, Apsel looks and sees Rocket slightly injured. Apsel reaches out with Pharasma's powers and takes adds Rocket's wound to his own. "Sorry I can't do anything about the eyes, but you hit the leader!"

Using life link to heal Rocket one HP and take one HP of damage.

Apsel then takes a guarded step away from the party, trying to make it more difficult for the jinsul leader to catch them all in large explosions. Apsel then concentrates within himself and, with power granted by Pharasma, begins to heal his own wounds.

Move action: Guarded step. Standard Action: Cast Mystic Cure on self as a 2nd level spell (does not provoke)

2nd level Mystic Cure: 3d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 4, 5) + 4 = 21

Apsel heals back up to full HP

Ref: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Apsel takes the explosion full force.

Going to hold off on deciding Apsel's actions until I see who made the Ref save. Probably some variety of healing coming up, depending.

Upon seeing the numerous jinsuls, Apsels eyebrows rise in surprise. His surprise quickly gives way to a smile.

He begins to speak in jinsul while moving into the room and pulling back his cloak's hood.

Jinsul

Apsel then casts a spell of his own. Reflecting armor

Spells used: 1st: 1, 2nd: 0

Lacking any Engineering or Computers skills to speak of, Apsel continues to look out for trouble.

"We should investigate that computer terminal," Apsel suggests. "I will stand watch."

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

"It seems the magic here is for sterilizing... well, everything in the room if whatever is in the torpedo or those tubes gets out," Apsel comments.

"If we are planning to retrieve a sample, I would suggest only those participating in the attempt be in the room. If there is an error, we want at least some of us capable of continuing the mission," Apsel adds, walking to stand just outside of the room.

Despite the sickening feeling and nausea gripping him, Apsel knows time is of the essence and continues forward with the party. "Let's not discuss... ugh... any more ooze stories though."

Can we tell what species the corpse is? I'm not guessing they still have a mouth that I could try Grave Words on, but worth double checking.

Apsel detects magic upon opening the new room with hundreds of vials.

"There's a magic aura coming from the faint white lights in the ceiling. I'll try to..." He breathes heavily before continuing. "...to determine what it is."

Mysticism: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

Apsel pauses for a second before speaking.

"He spilled... flesh-eating ooze... on himself? During... or you talked about it during a candle lit dinner?"

Despite everything else that's happened since you've met Apsel, this is the most confounded you've ever seen him.

"Uh, well. If that will work for the corpse, we should do that."

"This doctor sounds like an interesting person," Apsel comments. It's unclear if he's being sarcastic or sincere.

"Regardless, if we can retrieve the corpse, the Lady might assist us in gaining some information from it. What other life form, other than a jinsul, found its way onto this ship is another mystery."

Life Science: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"I can't get a very good look from up here."

No translation device here

Apsel thinks for a moment and says, "I am in favor of letting the creature go. Releasing anything the jinsuls were trying to kill, even in an experiment, seems like the least we can do."

"I would also be in favor of clearing this level before moving to another. Shall we examine the small, unmarked door next?"

Apsel looks over the dead specimens.

Medicine: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

So close

"Other than being killed by some sort of biological testing, I cannot tell specifics about these creatures. This one appears to have been more resilient, though," Apsel says as he indicates the one remaining creature.

I believe we're going to the green door since it had "danger" written on it in Jinsul.

Apsel follows along after Flameclaw.

"Danger? Might as well write that on every door we enter with what we're here to do..."

Apsel keeps mostly to himself as the robots fall, though he does look over Gunnz to make sure she's not too badly injured.

"Let me know if you need assistance. I will help, if I can."

Apsel looks around his surroundings for anything that would help the party's situation.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Apsel will delay, and given the barrage of fire his allies just put out, will only fire if somehow the robot is not disabled.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Fire: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 2 = 8

Apsel fires again on yellow.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
F: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6

"Security robots!" Apsel urgently telepathically whispers, stepping forward and firing his new weapon at the the one climbing onto the central platform.

F Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
F Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 2 = 8

"Sounds like it," Apsel says as he moves forward with Rocket into the room.

Apsel glances down at Rocket, and quietly says,

"Yes, the rear guard, my small friend. May we guard it well."

He keeps a lookout for any jinsuls that might be coming up behind them and continues to monitor comms for directions from the forward scouts.

Apsel stays put, letting those stealthier than himself doing the scouting.

"Just say something if you need assistance or want us to come up," he says quietly over comms, glancing at any other less stealthy members of the party that are choosing to hang back. (Rocket?)

We have quite the stealthy group, don't we?

After hearing nothing of note from the two recently deceased jinsuls, Apsel picks up the corona laser pistol from one of their bodies before storing his own pistol. He pauses, makes the spiral of Pharasma over each of them, and turns to walk back to the group.

Seeing Gunnz and Bakoyo disappear down the hallway, he does his best to sneak down the hallway while telepathically messaging them.

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

"Anything up ahead we should be worried about?"

He also looks around as he goes down the hallway.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

Since Apsel is casting Grave Words twice (once on each jinsul) he should get two chances for useful information.

Apsel nods to his allies as the fight concludes. He walks over to Gunnz as she's trying to find a place to stash the jinsuls' bodies. "Before we hide the bodies, if we have a few minutes, I will invoke the Lady's power over the recently departed. They might still be of use to us before we dispose of these vessels."

While the rest of the party looks around the room and investigates the torpedoes, Apsel will cast Grave Words on each jinsul.

From the CRB pg. 357, Grave Words is a 0-level mystic spell with a 1 minute cast time and forces a corpse to utter random sentences for one round, with a 10% chance (rolled by the GM) that their utterances are useful to us. The spell is language dependent, but fortunately Apsel speaks jinsul.

As an aside, even if not useful to us, I would be very interested in what the jinsuls randomly utter!

Additionally, after interrogating (in a matter of speaking) the dead jinsuls, Apsel will cast Telepathic Message on the rest of the party.

"This will allow us to speak with less chance of being overheard as we go deeper into the jinsul base."

Apsel stands again as his allies are spinning and firing against the jinsuls' welder-and-leg-blade assault.

"I'll try to make this one easier to hit," he calls to Gunnz, recognizing that one of his allies will pack a better punch than his weapon.

Harrying Fire on Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

His shot misses badly. Rather than duck back down he remains standing, looking for a better way to assist.

Apsel stands up and takes a second shot at red.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
E: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Afterwards, he drops down behind the torpedo again.

Apsel moves forward, drawing his pistol on the way, and fires over a torpedo at the Jinsul that Gunnz is distracting.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
E: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

He frowns as the attack misses before falling prone behind the torpedo for cover.

Apsel nods at Gunnz as she begins to disappear.

As she vanishes from view, he smiles.

After making a few arrangements with his contacts slotting boons Apsel boards the starship. He removes his cloak once on board and is now wearing light armor (a Ysoki Refractor suit) covered in the symbols of Abadar.

"Gunnz, Draken, the Lady's greetings to you." Apsel smiles warmly and nods at you both. Perhaps surprisingly, Apsel begins to hum along as the music plays.

"Since we'll be together for a while on this trip out to the Jinsul station, I thought now might be as good a time as any to mention I dabble as a semi-professional chef, when I'm not 'Starfinding' and preparing for the battle to reclaim my homeworld. I would be happy to prepare meals for you all on our journey."

Apsel makes himself at home in the jinsul kitchen --he's brought his own cutlery-- and seems to genuinely enjoy preparing meals for all on board. Can the below roll also count as my day job?

Profession cook: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35

***

As the tractor beam engages the Starfinder's jinsul ship, Apsel dons his cloak once more and begins speaking softly to himself in Eoxian while tracing a spiral symbol on his chest, over his Abadar-marked armor.
Eoxian

After a few moments he clutches his battle staff and stands.

"I am ready."

Ally: Dream Whispers
Faction: Acquisitives Champion
Personal: Eoxian Heritage
Promotional: T-Shirt
Social: Contractor's Respect (AbadarCorp): Borrowing a set of Ysoki Refractor Suit armor; stats reflect wearing this armor.
Slotless: Starfinder Insignia

After the briefing, Apsel will spend 2 minutes to take 20 on the Life Science check (using his elebrian racial "intellectual knack" ability to get a 26. He will share the information with the group then.

Apsel nods at Viki. "And to you as well I give my Lady's greetings, small one. I have also met jinsuls who were less militant than the ones Radaszam describes, but it seems these jinsuls were part of the force that attack the Starfinders who went to rescue our brothers and sisters from the Scoured Stars system. While possible, however ill-fated, that we may cause jinsuls with a less violent outlook to face the Lady of Graves before their time, such is the fate of all who live. Whether them today and us tomorrow, or us today and them tomorrow, it matters not in the end. All must face her judgment."

A look of calm, almost serenity, passes over Apsel's face.

A living elebrian male steps forward from the shadows and removes the hood of his cloak. Cold blue eyes look out across the room but seem to light up as he speaks.

"Greetings again, Radaszam. Fellow Starfinders, what an opportunity! To strike a devastating blow into the heart of the enemy, behind enemy lines... I would relish the chance."

He pauses, looking over the Starfinders so far assembled. "Rocket, Flameclaw," he says, nodding at each in turn, "Though we have not met, I look forward to accompanying you both on this mission. My name is Apsel. I greet you both in the name of the Lady of Graves. Though the jinsul menace seems strong, take heart! One day the Lady shall measure their worth on her scales, the same as you and me. May their day come sooner then ours."

He turns back to Radaszam and Historia-7.

"Radaszam and Historia-7, how do you propose we infiltrate the jinsul facility once we're inside? As a result of my days in the resistance back on my homeworld, I have some skills in crafting disguises, but to make us appear as jinsuls is likely beyond my abilities. A frontal assault likewise seems like a quick way to meet the Lady. Are we certain we can stow away on a captured ship and return without detection?"

Apsel reads the communication and feels a familiar thrill echoing through his bones. "A cryptic message, a sense of urgency, an unknown mission... just like old times back on Eox," he says to himself.

The living elebrian draws his hooded cloak closer around him. As he begins walking to the shuttle, his voice speaks a few words in the Eoxian tongue while tracing a spiral symbol on his chest.

"All who live must face her judgment."

Player Name/Alias: AFlashInTime
Character Name: Apsel
PFS Character Number: 8601-704
Race, Class and Levels: Elebrian Mystic/Divine Champion of Pharasma 5th level
Faction: Acquisitives
Initiative: +1
Perception: +13

Day Job Roll: Profession (cook): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26