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Hearing the sound overhead, he turns to the others, "They were likely drawn by the sounds of gunfire. Best if we be on our way. We need not face the potential firepower of even a light skimmer if not necessary. Now, that way." Baedjrak gestures with a nod away from the battlefield and into cover. "They're going to be on our tracks now, so best we keep moving, and quick!"
Baedjrak smirks, looking up at Arika. "You said it seemed like that had a dog on you, did ye? Well, this is a motion detector, so any moment you made, even in cover, likely tipped them off. Could be useful as a lookout of sorts for us though, so I might as well hang on to it. Amd Tros, yes, I agree, they will be wanting to even the scales."
As the others converse, Baedjrak scurries up to the fallen guards, looking to evaluate the weapons and technology they carry. As he begins this work, he poses a response to Arika's concern. "It is possible that they carry tech that can reveal even a stealthy agent. Perhaps something that detects body heat, or the like. Let me take a look."
Moving further down the fence, Baedjrak snaps off another shot, but his accuracy is skewed by his desire to stay low.
Damn, that shot almost took off my ear?! Baedjrak stays low against the fence, thankful that the guard's shot was less than accurate. Peering around the edge, he repeats his previous actions, using his technical skills to cause a diversion before snapping off another shot.
Staying low and slow, Baedjrak makes his way up to the fence, drawing a line of fire on one of the guards. With a mental command as he moves triggered through his datajack, he causes a series of flashing lights to appear momentarily, drawing the guard's attention.
Having followed carefully behind his warrior companions, once they reach the cover of the graveyard, Baedjrak swings out to their flank, where his diminutive stature and natural stealth will benefit him in bringing his arms to bear from a different direction. As he moves carefully into range, he keeps his pistol in hand, but tucked down low.
Everyone else: Baedjrak listens to the options before them. "I don't think it would be good if one of your folk stirs up trouble just before we get the drop on the Azlanti, so I agree, the Storehouse may be the place to start." At Elthaeron's suggestion, Baedjrak turns his attention to outside.
"A gunshot, are you sure?"
My apologies, I departed on a trip Tuesday night and will be traveling through next Wednesday with family. Posting may be limited throughout the period of time, please feel free to bot me as necessary.
everyone else: Baedjrak chuckles at Tros' directness. "My companion speaks plainly and truly. My name is Baedjrak, and we are travelers on a simple delivery run, and we're hoping to get the chance to see an old friend. When we came out of jump, we were attacked by two drones. As such, we've proceeded cautiously since making it PlanetSide. That's how we met your ex."
Baedjrak snaps off another shot at the ape he wounded previously, utilizing his technical skills to discharge a distracting flash that will hopefully catch the creature offguard.
Baedjrak stumbles back as the ape launches itself at him. "Gah, blast it all to hell. Where'd we land, the planet of the apes!?" He takes a quick step back, and drawing his pistol, snaps off a shot at the creature.
"It definitely would be smart for you to don their armor. I don't know that he have a spare pistol lyin' around, but these soldiers had sturdy blades if you want one. And yes, I think it's time we get on our way!"
Baedjrak cocks his head slightly, "If WE are heading back? You planning to fight beside us? Always happy to have another set of hands, especially one that knows the settlement." Turning to Arika, "With comms still down, perhaps you should stay closer. Not only to be able to react to our changing situation, but that way you are not an isolated target, with no hope of reinforcements should you be directly engaged."
Baedjrak continues to scratch his head as he listens to the description of the situation. "Since taking over and declaring martial law, what have the soldiers been doing? Does it seem like they are looking for something? Have they sent anyone away? I am trying to understand their intentions, whatever they may be. And, where were you fleeing toward - I trust you had a destination in mind? Also, do you know of any others who are not held within the town, perhaps that could help with a resistance?" After rattling off his list of questions, he stares at the man intently.
Running to get behind a tree near Arika, Baedjrak triggers with computer to project an image of a surging cloud for a brief moment, hoping to distract the soldiers as he moves for cover and takes a shot.
As they begin their approach toward the planet, Baedjrak's face twists up as he stares at one of his screens. Typing in a slew of codes, he grunts, then turns to his companions. "It would seem that there is some kind of comms jamming going on planetside, and it is coming from our destination, Madelon's Landing. Perhaps we should put down outside the settlement and sneak forward then take a look?"
Baedjrak squeaks with maniacal glee as Trosvod's shot blows the drone to pieces. "YEEEAAASSS!" After a few moments of celebrating, he turns back to his control panel and scans the wreckage of the drones.
"Hmm, it would seem those drones show no trace of Drift capability. They definitely were deployed by another source, though I am reading no signs of a larger vessel nearby. Perhaps they were left as a form of guard dog, or dispatched from planetside. Either way, there is rather little more we can learn from their expertly destroyed scraps!" He smiles and throws a big thumbs up to the rest of the crew.
"Blast it from the sky!"
"Elthaeron, nice job evading those shots! Now, Tros, how's about some more power in that torpedo!?"
Damn, we are rolling like garbage!!
"Blast it all, let's take this little crap-pod down!" Brand continues to try and strengthen the shields. Luckily, the strength of them has been restored elsewhere, allowing his efforts to be focused on the Aft shields.
Baedjrak continues hitting his controls panels rapidly. "Hold together girl!"
After the first exchange of fire and the shuddering of their vessel, Baedjrak's fingers scurry across his keyboard, redirecting power from their central core into their shields. "I'm working on getting the shields boosted, but I can make no guarantees!"
Baedjrak has cobbled together a variety of dataslates, wires, and pressure gauges into a makeshift engineering station and dives into the controls present as their vessel begins its engagement. "Hey Tros, I am sending more power to our weapons systems. See if you can bring them down fast!"
Apologies for the delay. Needed to get home and crack open my hardcover starfinder core rulebook to go over ship combat again. Also, the one big upgrade in our ship is the tetramode computer, which allows four actions each round to gain a +1 on their d20 roll. I did this so we would each get a +1 on an action every round, so don't forget the bonus. @Elthaeron, in addition, our ship gives a +2 to Pilot checks, so overall you have a +3 to your roll (giving you a 19 total).
I think its great. Baedjrak would be impressed by a unique, esoteric, and elegant elven name... and not speaking elven, would have no idea about the named itself. And by the time he (eventually) learns it, would take it to mean marred as akin to scarred, given that the ship is reborn from a previous vessel.
Climbing out of a wiring hatch, Baedjrak looks up at the large Reptilian. "Rustbucket?! How dare you disgrace her with such a vial name. This vessel, she is a lady, and our trusted companion. She needs a name like "The Finder's Grace", or "Lost Fortune", not a derogatory monicker?! That will only bring us bad luck-" Baedjrak is suddenly cut off by sensor alarms, and jumping to the scanners, takes a careful eye to them.
"Look what you did!!! Defensive drones are moving in to attack us..."
Baedjrak, still covered in grease, coolant, and a variety of other chemicals necessary in getting their vessel functional, uses a sham cloth to clean his hands. "Suppose I'll be serving as the ship's engineer, seeing to our propulsion, computer systems, and what not. Arika, you can man the second guns, and as a marksman, I bet you have a keen eye. Perhaps you can watch our sensors?"
That's for the generic five crew positions set up in the tool. The vessel has a minimum crew of 1, a Max crew of 6. So I am assuming, unless we convert one of the expansion bays to accommodate more people, that the ship is outfitted initially for 6 people. I threw in the tetranode computer because it gives a +1 to four attempts every round and there are four PCs, so figured it made sense. Next two upgrades I think would be escape pods and some more guns, followed by a medical bay.
Cobbled together a potential ship with the above tool. Does not have much to start, but has lots of room for growth. NEW SHIP (TIER 1)
A medical lab would be mighty helpful for patching people up along the way. I would think a mix of energy and physical weapons would be good. At this level, I doubt we can have both speed and resilience, so let's say tough.
Baedjrak chuckles at the offer. "Ah, so it's going to be like our first task together, but this time rather than cobbling together a racer, it will be our own starship! Hopefully we can make sure it's environmentally sound! I think we shall have a magnificent maiden voyage!"
I am fine with Elthaeron getting the Ring if no one else wants it. I figure I will take the datajack, being the resident techie. Also, I have created a Google Docs spreadsheet to track division of wealth as we progress, shared below. For upgrades, I will sell my Second Skin armor (25 creds), and replace it with Freebooter I armor (750 creds). I will also purchase 4 syrum of healing (200 creds). This leaves me with 175 creds to add to my current wealth. Though I am debating the clear ioun stone. No NEED to eat, though I am sure that you still can...
Just dug through the posts, and here are our rewards from the four missions. We will need GM Kevin to clarify if the Credits on two of the missions were each or in total. Graphite carbon skin armor - Elthaeron
Iridishell armor - Trosvod
Ring of Resistance, mk 1 -
Datajack -
Datajack
Tapping his fingers on the grip of his pistol, Baedjrak adds, "I don't think you realize just how much my companions are itching for a fight. Might be best if YOU move along..."
Baedjrak casually checks his pistol, secured in a abdominal holster on the lower left side of his vest. "Watching us, you say? Me thinks we should go and introduce ourselves, let them know they should mind their own business. Can't have them raining on our little parade. I got all the important work already done!"
Baedjrak ponders that final statement for a few minutes. "Well, if the death certificate is the most important part, I can give my hand a go at a bit of hacking. I am no master like you, ma'am, but I will see what I can do." Activating his personal computing device upon his wrist, he begins coding in, using vocal commands as well thanks to its connection to his comms system.
Looking at his completed work on the screen, he routes the file to the residence's printing equipment, causing it to spew out a copy of the completed file. Walking over, Baedjrak pulls it from the printer, smiling. "Not too shabby if I do say so myself." Then he hands it to the older woman. "Now, as for a new identity, it would seem we need to put in some leg work, setting up connections and friends, altering your bearing, and perhaps even arranging for some form of employment." Turning to the others, "I can go attend to the details of sowing a new identity for the lady. Given your skills, I trust the three of you can stay here and keep them safe should anyone come looking for them?" Before departing, Baedjrak begins to propose a new identity...
After a couple hours, Baedjrak returns, with a sizeable grin on his face. Reaching out, he hands the woman a new ident card and a datastick. "Everything is in order, including your friends, colleagues, and the like. Hope you enjoy my people, and our cuisine. So... about that datafile...?"
Baedjrak smiled at the old lady. "By the ten Gods, you're really up for this?! Well, I guess we have some options to figure out, and quick. But I think the Starfinders might have a place for the two of you. Yes, bribe or trick a mortician... Or hack their database perhaps?? And yes, an identity would be helpful... Course, if we had a body to swap in place of you, the first part might be easier. What do you all think?" he finishes, turning to his companions.
Brand turns from the young man to the elderly woman. "Good day, mum. While I am sure I and my companions would all enjoy a scone, we are unfortunately trying to keep Jubair here out of trouble for whatever less-than-legitimate hacking he may have been up to as of late. You seem the reasonable sort, perhaps you can convince him that we only mean to help and prevent what could otherwise happen. If we can remove the data, we could help clean up the path he laid... A path the authorities are likely already following..."
Before he can respond to Elthaeron that they have no idea whom they are looking for, Baedjrak realizes the man has heard his companions strange interactions and might as well get on with it. "Good day, kind sir. My name is Baedjrak Bloodeye and I am looking into some technical anomalies that seem to have tracked to your residence. You wouldn't know anything about that, I am sure? But, perhaps you've been having trouble with one of your systems as of late. A malfunction, you could say. If so, perhaps I might take a look?"
Baedjrak steps away, and looking to his companions, pulls up the coordinates on his computer. "Alright, let's make our way there with all haste. Let us have this list of tasks accomplished and move on to grander endeavors!"
Baedjrak nods politely to the human. "You are most kind, sir. Surely, it was a little thing. Kids are known for the trouble they get into. It helps to form who we become as adults. Hopefully they learned a bit of a lesson today."
Baedjrak listens carefully to Historia-7. At the mention of discretion, Baedjrak noticably raises an eyebrow as he looks to his companions. "With a bit of work, I think that can be accomplished. Ye all hear that, right? We are to try and recruit this person... not kill them. Oh, and Historia, we were asked earlier to bear to you a gift. A copy of the new Strawberry Machine Cake album."
Baedjrak twitches his nose at the large reptilian. Placing the container with the barely stable creature carefully on the floor, Baedjrak goes about trying to get the repair work done. "Let's see to this work now."
Baedjrak stares in shock as his inquisitive approach is interrupted by the blast of an energy cannon. "By all the gods, is all you three want to do is kill everything!? I thought we were to be Starfinders, not just murderous mercenaries. This thing was being treated as a pet by those two children, I doubt it is a vicious destroyer. Is it not our charge to encounter and learn from the unknown when possible?!" Shaking off his shock, he looks at the dying creature within the container, trying to make sense of it's anatomy. Very carefully, Baedjrak tries to stabilize the being so that someone more skilled or knowledgeable might be able to heal it.
I have power again! Florence ended up being less than expected in my neck of the woods, but still gave us some trouble and stole the power/interweb. I know plenty of people who didn't fare as well. Hopefully none of you were troubled by it.
As the three soldiers fan out, their weapons at the ready, Baedjrak allows his quizzical eye to search for puzzles amidst the chamber.
His eyes land on the mug, that seemingly had just appeared. Am I loosing my mind, or was that mug not there before... Stepping toward the mug, he motions to the others to close in with him. "There is something about this mug. It... it wasn't here before." Pulling a long, thin prod from his trapsmith's kit, he gingerly reaches out to poke the mug.
Baedjrak looks at Arika disapprovingly, "Really, telling them that the noble Trosvod would eat them? Perhaps someone should teach you a thing or two about negotiating. Once you have someone talking cooperatively, its poor form to threaten them. That's a good way to turn a calm situation into a shoot out. Anywho, let me take a look at this contraption." Baedjrak scampers over to the jury-rigged thermal sensors and starts fiddling around.
Baedjrak had been letting the bigger folk have their way as they traversed the ship. He let his eyes wander about the relic's unique patterns. But as the lumbering big folk seem to terrify the children of their own kind, Baedjrak steps forward. "He there, no need to be afraid of these big mercenary types. They are just here in case there is something dangerous, you see? But you two aren't dangerous, are you? Seriously though, what has you cowering away back here? Maybe I will trade you a nice, tasty snack if you let me in on it..."
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