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During the quicker, Starstone-enhanced trip back to Absalom Station, B-Bop looks almost brooding and asks frequently "So, is it over?" and "Is it REALLY over?" and even "Stop fraggin' me around, is dis over?"

Upon docking at the station, the half-orc tells the crew he needs a few more minutes to gather up belongings before he can disembark and he will catch up with them. Oddly, minutes and more minutes pass and B-Bop doesn't come down the passenger gantry. Before they can call up his personal comm device, a video message blips up on all of the crew's communication units. The video starts and shows a somber looking B-Bop from the recording view of his handheld comm.

Uh, yeah, hey. So, umm, I.... I ain't goin' back wit' y'all ta da Lorespire. Uh, dis ain't easy fer me ta tell ya dis but I can't be headin' back, I needs ta take muh leave'a dis. See, I, uh, umm, geez, dis is real fragged up... look, I just gotta say dis... I ain't even a real Starfinder, never wuz one dis whole time.

He takes a deep breath and looks ashamedly away from the heldheld camera before continuing.

So way back when we wuz all meetin' up here on da station at dockin' bay 94, y'all wuz supposed ta be meetin' up wit' a different dude. But I kinda, scoped da guy out ahead'a time an' pulled a switcheroo on his shuttle ticket an' slipped him a forged message sayin' he wuz ta head out ta da Vast an' study rocks 'til da ess-eff society called him back. Dude's prob'ly still out in da boonies'a Vesk-8's moon, diggin' rocks. Someone ought'a maybe look him up. See, I had dis plan, a sleazy plan, where I wuz gonna slip in an' poke around fer juicy loot an' stuff dat I could make off wit' fer a quick buck. 'Finders were notorious fer havin' weird stuff I could fence real quick like an' slip away 'fore ya knew I wuz gone. But... but, I didn't count on gettin' wrapped up in some big fraggin' apocalypse shindig dat could wipe out da whole damn Pact Worlds an'... an' y'all needed a pro pilot ta get ya through it an'...

The camera view dips as he slumps back on a crate, a quiet but audible sniffle can be heard before the camera is held back up into view.

Yeah, I gots a rap sheet. A real long rap sheet. I stay ahead'a Johnny Law by changin' identities a lot. Heh, if we ever stayed here on Ab Station long enough on our trips back, maybe Bro-Dawg would'a ever had enough time ta go all McGruff da Crime Dog an' dig up a trail on me. But I hides stuff pretty good an' it takes a while.

He sighs deeply before resuming his story.

But we're back now. An' all'a dat history is gonna pop up. I ain't one fer gettin' da cuffs slapped on me an' chillin' in a jail cell. It's time ta make like a tree an' split. Yeah, ya might think maybe da Starfinders might be able ta help me out 'cuz I did some'tin useful on dese trips. Maybe. But I ain't gamblin' on no 'maybe'. 'Sides, it ain't just "da man" dat I'm on da wrong side wit', I gots a few gangers an' other unsavory types dat gots dere eyes out lookin' fer me, too, an' I don't think da 'Finders can keep dem off'a me. So... time ta whip up'a new name an' keep movin'. But I do have'ta say'a few things 'fore I disappear.

Sunny, gettin' ta fly ya ta hell an' back has been da best. I would swipe ya in a nano-second an' make my getaway wit' ya wit' no hesitation. But dat would be real wrong. 'Cuz yer a Starfinder now, a real Starfinder, an' yer gonna go on an' be a part'a some real stuff dat's gonna do a crap ton'a good fer everyone. Ya been cooped up in dat chunk'a rock fer too long, yer gonna shine now. An' ya need a better person den me ta drive ya when ya do. Dere's a lotta things about me ya don't know anything about, Sunny. Things ya wouldn't understand. Things ya couldn't understand. Things ya shouldn't understand. Ya don't wanna get mixed up wit' a guy like me. I'm a loner, Sunny. A rebel. So long, Sun.

Fer da rest'a ya, I'm... I'm always gonna consider ya frie.... uh, fraggers I knew. Yeah, good fraggers. But all'a ya needs ta do some'tin, some'tin real important. Make sure da Kid grows up good, okay? He don't need ta turn inta being some mad scientist or super villain. Maybe put him wit' Volts in college, get some more learnin' an' stuff. An' Kid? Ya do good stuff wit' all'a dat crammed in yer head. Sure, it's okay ta go leave a flamin' bag'a drek on a porch on Halloween. But don't go makin' no Stellar 'Generators or other doomsday stuff like da old Istamakians did. Ya saw whut happend ta dem. So be good, Kid, not bad, okay?

Yeah, look, time fer me ta ghost muh way outta here. Don't bother tryin' ta track me, I can hide real good when I wanna. Bro-dawg'll see dat in muh file when he finally gets his chance ta slice away in muh data files. An' maybe I'll finally get some'a dat knish at last. So long.

Do whut y'all do.

Then B-Bop's finger closes in to the camera to deactivate the recording on the touchscreen. But instead of the video ceasing, the recognizable starting game audio of Doot Doot Magic Flute plays through.

beep-beep-bop, bop, bop, beep-bop...

Ah, frag-nuts, wrong damn button...

The video ends.

B-Bop realizes he was holding his breath throughout the cataclysmic flight and slowly begins inhaling and exhaling again.

I needs ta go change muh pants.

pilot check: 1d20 + 26 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 26 + 2 + 2 = 34

Sunny? I... I gots some'tin ta confess... I had ta drive dat 'naught back dere an' I had ta say some stuff ta get 'er revved up an' goin' an' I ain't proud'a whut I did. I didn't mean none'a it but I had ta lead her on real strong an' serious-like ta coax some giddyup outta her... it.. it meant nuthin' ta me an' lives were at stake... but.. but... I feel real low an' dirty like dat...

An' ya know, I really gots ta wonder if dat secret crate we wuz supposed ta get back on dat trip, if we'd took'a peek in it, an' da bonehead ambassador we wuz doin' it fer? Shadowin' like dis might'a not happened or we might'a hadda some warnin'.

Hey, y'all 'member da chunk'a rock dat Hardscrabble brought back an' it turned out ta be broke offa da big fragger here? Dat could be a good spot ta aim dis big boat, could be a weak spot? Can we try ta scan fer dat?

B-Bop runs his fingers across the maneuvering controls in a playful manner.

Hey, babe. Hey. Like ta dance? I wanna take ya out dancin' on dis date. I bet ya gots some sweet moves, yeah? Wanna show me whut'cha got, huh? Yeah, show me some'a yer hot jiggles, mmmmmm.

He activates the ship controls to send an additional boost through the piloting section of cyberzombies.

Using one of the four ship +10 node bonuses

Yeaaaah, shake yer money-maker, babe.

B-Bop grips the directional controls and sneers.

Ggggrrruummmnn, dis crate's hull's pretty damn thick an' gots a lotta zap guns but she ain't got much giddyup. I'm usin' all muh tricks ta coax 'er outta bed but she wants ta sleep in!

C'mon, baby, howzabout dinner an' a movie? New action flick, lotsa explosions? An' we're gettin' surf an' turf, real lobster wit' some real butter, none'a dat fake stuff dat Abadar Corp makes, huh?

B-Bop cracks his knuckles and murmers softly to himself.

I'mma gonna fly dis super-ship. I'mma gonna fly dis super-ship. I'mma gonna fly dis mega-fragger-mega-destructo-super-ship.

He snaps out of his brief reverie.

Awright, ya poozers! We're gonna take dis frag-tastic game'a "dine an' dash" up ta eleventy! Anyone'a ya even think'a touchin' da steerin' on dis ultra-crate an' I'll eat yer dang fingers an' crap dem right back on yer hand stumps! I'm flying dis rocket right inta dat beast down dere like it's prom night an' den we're gonna hop da bone train right back ta Sunny 'fore da super nova bang hits an' watch dem fireworks an' get some winners' knish!! Yeah!!!

The adrenaline-amped and somewhat psychotic-inclined half-orc does a fierce fist pump as he looks around for the main vessel controls.

Seeing the rapid medical aid being applied to Jax, B-Bop lets out a sigh of relief.

Yo, Fuzzy, get yer eyes open an' yer butt up now 'fore I takes dis permer'nent marker an' draw'a big kasatha schnizz-fronger on yer face.

Six seconds later, B-Bop's semi-transparent form comes into view, small sparks emitting from his belt buckle.

Yeah, can't really da fragger ta last longer den a minute 'fore it's gotta do its recharge.

Hey! Fuzzy ain't movin'. We needs a doctor, like, stat!

reflex save + fatigue: 1d20 + 14 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 14 - 1 = 24

B-Bop races around the command control dias towards the fighting with the invisible adversary.

Mmmmrrrrraaaggggkkkk! Gonna make'a new jacket outta yer tanned hide, Sergeant Slag-Sack!

He aims his gun in the empty area before him and looks pointedly at the summoned angel.

Pssst! Yo, Jimmy! Right dere? Yeah, cool. Thanks, dude.

Full attack with haste for extra movement using Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol

shot #1 vs kac + fatigue: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 13 - 1 = 24

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2, 5) + 5 = 16

50-50 chance hit invis, 1 is yes, 2 is no: 1d2 ⇒ 2

shot #2 vs kac + fatigue: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 1 = 25

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 4, 6) + 5 = 20

50-50 chance hit invis, 1 is yes, 2 is no: 1d2 ⇒ 1

shot #3 vs kac + fatigue: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 13 - 1 = 19

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 1, 5) + 5 = 16

50-50 chance hit invis, 1 is yes, 2 is no: 1d2 ⇒ 1

cloaking field 9/10, ammo 2/12 unless any miss

B-Bop rushes around the command room and notes the green tinged angel pointing at the spot between him and Bepo.

Yo, thanks, Jimmy.

He hefts his gun in the direction of the area and sprays bullets about.

Hey, Petty Officer Piss-bucket! Ya cooked muh jacket! I'm gonna rip yer face skin off an' use it as a jock strap!

Full attack with haste for extra movement using Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol

shot #1 vs kac + fatigue: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 13 - 1 = 22

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 4, 1) + 5 = 14

50-50 chance hit invis, 1 is yes, 2 is no hit: 1d2 ⇒ 1

shot #2 vs kac + fatigue: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 1 = 26

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (6, 4, 2) + 5 = 17

50-50 chance hit invis, 1 is yes, 2 is no hit: 1d2 ⇒ 2

shot #3 vs kac + fatigue: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 13 - 1 = 29

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 4, 2) + 5 = 13

50-50 chance hit invis, 1 is yes, 2 is no hit: 1d2 ⇒ 1

cloaking field 8/10, ammo 2/12 unless any miss

reflex + fatigue: 1d20 + 14 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 14 - 1 = 18

not very confident an 18 lets B-Bop evade crispiness, might be taking the whole enchilada

If you succeed at a Reflex save against an effect that normally has a partial effect on a successful save, you instead suffer no effect

B-Bop dashes forward, looking in the area where Bepo swung and jabbed in what appears to be empty air.

Gggrrrrgghh, is dis where Lieutenant Left Nut is? Lemme at 'em!

If the elebrian has a melee weapon, they get an attack of opportunity based on B-Bop's move path past Bepo.

Full round action for trick attack on the suspected space where the enemy is to be, take 10 on stealth for 36, opt to use hampering shot if successful.

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs KAC + fatigue: 1d20 + 17 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 17 - 1 = 36

50-50 chance to hit invis, 1 is yes, 2 is no: 1d2 ⇒ 2

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 5, 2) + 5 = 17

trick damage: 6d8 ⇒ (7, 5, 1, 8, 6, 4) = 31

cloaking field 7/10, ammo 5/12 unless miss then 6/12

Is dat dude a lieutenant? I didn't get'a good peek at dere rank pips before dey went all cloaked.

B-Bop slips quietly across the room, looking closely for any subtle sign of the invisible elabrian.

Move action while stealthing with haste gives B-Bop 45ft to move, standard action for perception check after move

stealth + fatigue: 1d20 + 25 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 25 - 1 = 37

perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

cloaking field 6/10, ammo 6/12

B-Bop groans in disgust and disbelief at the appearance of the yellow tinged angel.

Doug?? Are ya kiddin' me? Ya brought over Doug? Great, just great...

The cloaked form of the half-orc fires off more shots at the orange clad undead and offers advice to Jax.

Keep that shield up, watch out fer yer nuggets!

Full attack on orange, will direct additional shots if orange drops, then use move action to stealth in his square

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs orange KAC + improved get em + fatigued: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 13 + 2 - 1 = 31

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs orange KAC + improved get em + fatigued: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 2 - 1 = 16

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs orange KAC + improved get em + fatigued: 1d20 + 13 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 13 + 2 - 1 = 24

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (6, 3, 3) + 5 = 17

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 3, 5) + 5 = 18

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 6, 3) + 5 = 16

cloaking field 5/10, ammo 5/12 unless shots miss

stealth check to hide + fatigue: 1d20 + 25 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 25 - 1 = 32

reflex save + fatigue: 1d20 + 14 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 14 - 1 = 26

crit damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 1, 5) + 5 = 16

Orange needs to make a DC 22 fort save or be intimidated for 1d4 rounds

1d4 ⇒ 1

Aww damn! Fuzzy's getting all banged up!

B-Bop, still feeling worn down, lets loose a volley of bullets at the orange clad undead.

Stop bangin' Fuzzy!

Using haste, B-Bop will Full attack for 3 shots with his small arm pistol at orange and then use a move action to stealth in his square.

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs orange KAC +fatigued: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 13 - 1 = 21

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs orange KAC +fatigued: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 13 - 1 = 27

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs orange KAC +fatigued: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 13 - 1 = 32

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 3, 5) + 5 = 18

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 3, 4) + 5 = 14

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) + 5 = 12

stealth to hide + fatigued: 1d20 + 25 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 25 - 1 = 42

Cloaking field 4/10, ammo 7/12 unless any missed shots

Twisting to avoid the blast, B-Bop sighs dejectedly.

Fishbowl, Bro-dog... we're prob'ly gonna die on dis side'a dis magical force field... y'all needs ta get outta here and blast off wit' Sunny 'fore dey catch ya. An' I need ya ta do some'tin fer me when ya go...

DON'T YA EVEN FRAGGIN' THINK 'BOUT TOUCHIN' ANY'A MY MAGAZINES!

reflex save: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

stealth check: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (13) + 25 = 38

B-Bop listens closely to L's words.

Yeah, I gotta hold it together, least fer a few seconds...

With his magically enhanced speed, he fires a shot at the bluish undead vesk and then holds very still, attempting to hide his cloaked form from normal observation.

Full round action trick attack on blue, take 10 on stealth for 36, opt to make target flat footed for all for 1 round if successful, then use his move action to stealth while still standing in place

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs Blue kac + improved get em: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 17 + 2 = 32

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 1, 3) + 5 = 14

trick damage: 6d8 ⇒ (3, 5, 4, 1, 6, 4) = 23

cloaking field 3/10 rounds, 10/12 ammo unless miss then 11/12

fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

The transparent form of B-Bop hacks and coughs from the black cloud.

Hhhggghhhggkkk! I don't feel real good...

He attempts to aim his pistol at the hammer weilding undead vesk.

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs Blue kac + improved get em: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 17 + 2 = 35

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 6, 3) + 5 = 18

cloaking field 2/10 rounds, 11/12 ammo unless miss then 12/12

Aww, damn. I hope none'a dese rot-heads can see invisible livin' guys.

B-Bop turns to Rags.

Maybe time ta phone in da angel crew for some extra hittin'?

He then dejectedly reaches for his belt buckle and clicks a button on it, his visible form then melting away into a wavy, translucent form. Bepo feels the wavy form slide past him into the next room.

Standard action activate cloaking field, move action stealthing into the room

stealth: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (1) + 25 = 26

cloak field 1/10 rounds, ammo 12/12 rounds

B-Bop, not wanting to be left out of the verbal harassment of the pompous elebrian, furrows his brow in righteous indignation and sneers confidently.

So yer da frag-smackin' mook who da Mayor'a Blight wuz workin' fer? Yeah, dat nagblagger got his an' ya ain't gonna control da townfolk'a Blight no more through yer puppet politician!

At this point, a slow moving thought from earlier reaches its conclusion terminus in the half-orc's brain.

Hey, wait a klarg-puff pickin' minute, did someone say "suicide"?

B-Bop takes note of Bepo's bold statement and nudges him.

Psst, yo, Big, I gots some gum if ya want. Turbo-Mangoberry.

Holy mother'a Megazod!

B-Bop watches in horror as Tiktik joyfully places the magical gemstones onto his eyes and flinches when they melt into his eye sockets.

Kid? Dat... dat ain't right. Dat's just... fragged up big time. First, dat crazy helmet screwed inta yer skull... now dese jewels slurpin' away yer eyeballs...

Dis ain't some doctor invented an' approved cyberware, dis is some freaky, ancient magicalness crap dat could have some weirdo bad mojo long term.

He turns and sees Bepo eat away at the runeworm and the noticeable effect he exhibits with his more enhanced physique.

Whoa! Big, ya look real badass!

B-Bop grinds his teeth as he looks back at Jax.

Fuzzy, I gots two words fer ya about yer goolies...

Bob.

Barker.

Aaaaggggghhh, ahhh, rrrrrggggg

B-Bop groans as he slowly climbs down from the display case. He slumps down and grips gingerly at his lower midsection.

Mmmmmmfffff, dat frakkluggin' grav wave smushed muh chicken nuggets back up inside me! Oh drek, I needs ta sit down fer a bit. Anyone gotta popsicle? I needs some'tin cold ta stick on muh jewel bag.

Though worn down and feeling tired, B-Bop brushes away the undead's soft attacks.

Geez! I said no special massage! Hands off, ya grabby ghoul!!

fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Dyyaaagghh! P-p-pressure! P-pushin'... down on meee!

Knees buckling and swaying precariously atop the display, B-Bop grits his teeth and tries to point his gun at the gravity-affecting undead and squeeze off a round.

cruel omnious conserving elite pistol vs blue kac + fatigued: 1d20 + 17 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 17 - 1 = 24

piercing + fatigue: 3d6 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (6, 1, 1) + 5 - 1 = 12

B-Bop grimaces as the smoke burst washes over him.

fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Bleeecchh, gahhh, hhuuggh! Ya fart outta yer mouth?! Dat's real sick!

B-Bop looks over the room and the hostile undead.

Dis looks more like an Eoxian adult toy store instead'a da fraggin' bridge...

He clicks his heels together to activate the installed jump jets switch and rushes forward and leaping onto one of the display cases before firing his gun.

No massage! We don't want da special message!

Activate jump jets as part of move action, standard action fire on green

cruel omnious conserving elite semi auto pistol vs green kac: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 3, 2) + 5 = 14

B-Bop pulls out a small copper coin from his pocket.

Here, jam dat real good in da fuse socket, dat'll give it a nice zap ta loosen da proton jolt flow mixer circuit fer a second. It don't hurt too much if yer quick enough.

Auto aid on engineering.

Gun in hand, B-Bop steps inside the inter-ship transport.

Should'a guessed we'd all end up ridin' da bone train together.

He glances at his elite semi auto pistol adorned with magical weapon infusions.

Good thing I went an' brought protection.

Did someone say somet'in 'bout a gravy train?

Mmmmm, gravy.

B-Bop scoffs at Tiktik's argument.

Yeah right. A pack'a Ab Corp M an' M's taste like plastic bits compared ta real Bretheda Stellarwerx brand M an' M's. An' dere ain't a single nanospeck'a Sriracha in dere Sriracha ice cream sandwiches! Dey just use Triaxian tungsten algae 'cuz it's cheaper!

B-Bop scowls slightly at the AbadarCorp logo on the robot.

Yuck, bet it ain't got nuthin' but dat Abberdar Corp licensed junk in it. I'd never put dat crap in dis body.

Did someone go an' say some'tin 'bout snacks?

B-Bop will spend 1 RP for a 10 minute break

Oh damn, I ain't seen dis episode!

B-Bop sits down in front of the robot's screen and begins singing along with the show's theme song, somewhat mostly matching the actual lyrics while he reloads his gun.

Dey just some good ol' wyrms,
Dey don't mean ya real harm,
Not 'less ya get it dere face
while dey eatin' some chicken parm.

Flappin' dere wings,
Racin' 'round in a big orange truck,
Dat's just a lil' bit more den dey like ta...

Oh, I forgot some'tin!

He approaches the mended Tiktik and reaches for the front of the jacket he wrapped around him.

Watch out now, gotta get dis pin off da jacket here.

He retrieves a shiny pinned badge from the jacket in the shape of The Sunrise Maiden, an item he had made on the previous trip to Asbsalom Station. He offers it to Jax.

Hey, Fuzzy, so long as ya take good care'a dis, I'll let ya borrow it. When yer all growlin' in a fight, it's gots magic dat makes dem more scared.

B-Bop rushes to Tiktik's side, taking off his leather jacket as he runs.

Aw drek, aw crap! Kid, hang in dere! Stay away from da light! Frag, he's got blood comin' outta everywhere! Does he need blood? He can have my blood! Slice me open!

He wraps his jacket around the pummeled ysoki.

Here, dis'll keep ya warm...

B-Bop sticks his wrists out towards Rags.

C'mon, Bro-dog, use my blood fer 'im!

Hey! Stop poundin' dat underage kid!

Full round action trick attack, take on stealth for 36, use hampering shot on target if successful

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs kac, flatfoot if stealth check passes: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 6) + 5 = 15

trick damage: 6d8 ⇒ (5, 8, 5, 4, 8, 6) = 36

crit damage, piercing & trick: 3d6 + 5 + 6d8 ⇒ (4, 4, 1) + 5 + (8, 5, 2, 2, 6, 2) = 39

Using the Omnious intimidation crit feature of the gun, Spanky needs to make a DC 22 fort save or be shaken for 1d4 rounds, cannot be intimidated again by the gun fusion for 24 hours

shaken rounds if save fails: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Kid! Back outta dere! I got 'em in da kneecap! Don't let him take ya ta pound town!

A quick flash of deduction crosses B-Bop's face as he looks at the bomb trap results and at the nihil drow. He points accusingly at the undead elf.

Ya sicko dead guy! Ya set dat trap, didn't ya, Spanky?! Frakkin' perv!

fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

In his interminable way of mishearing what is said to him, B-Bop shudders in horror at Rags' description of a nihil's undeath creation.

Whuh... huh?! Ya mean he's like DAT 'cuz he croaked doin' some chokin' an' tuggin'?? Oh man, I REALLY feel sorry fer havin' ta blast ya now, Spanky!

He then slips down the hallway swiftly and quietly for lining up a shot further away from the dead drow.

Full round action trick attack, take on stealth for 36, use hampering shot on target if successful

Cruel ominous conserving elite semi-auto pistol vs kac, flatfoot if stealth check passes: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

piercing damage: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (6, 6, 1) + 5 = 18

trick damage: 6d8 ⇒ (4, 5, 7, 3, 1, 3) = 23

Damn, Spanky, sometimes dat lil' extra buzz ain't worth dyin' over, huh?

B-Bop stalks along through the hall with his teammates, quietly and ready to fire upon anything that appears, He stops suddenly, an astounded look on his face as he brings laughing out loud, breaking the hush of the moment.

Haw-haw-bwah-hah-hah! I just got it, it just hit me!

Dose lil' knuckles? Dose're... "thumb drives"! Heh-heh-heh, okay, I gets it now.

As the mirth wears itself out of his system, a serious look overtakes his face.

Yeah, now it's makin' me bet dere's one'a dem fraggers back in dat trash room wit' dem big scavver boogers.

B-Bop nods at Bepo.

Locked an' loaded, Big. Bring down da thunder.

Damn, lemme see da floor in dere! Dere's prob'ly more dead floor dwarfs in dere trappin' da room!

Perception for trap check /w trap spotter: 1d20 + 18 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 18 + 8 = 41