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Thanks for running, Kate! And thanks, everyone, for playing. :)

Baxter huffs. "Very well, then."

Baxter dances awkwardly nearby, bobbing to the music, when the kerfuffle breaks out. He scurries over and puffs out his chest.

"Excuse me, sir! This was merely an honest mistake, and you are being quite rude!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

But with his huffing and puffing from the exertion of dancing, Baxter fails to put up a tough front.

Culture: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

"Oh, I do say I recommend the Nebula's Core! The music is most certainly excellent, but not overwhelming. Quite the music hall!"

"Look, everyone! I've made a new comrade!" Baxter returns to the group, leading the squox toward them. He frowns when he sees Granit squinting at his datapad and Gamuzali lying in pain by the tree. "Oh dear, what has happened here?"

Baxter continues to pat his knees and tries to coax the squox over.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Baxter gingerly approaches one of the squoxes, squatting down to the creature's height and making kissing noises. "Hello, noble creature! I intend you no harm! Come hither!"

Squox #2

Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Wow!

"You're not getting away so easily!"

Baxter drops his rifle, dashes forward and unsheathes his doshko, and swings at the mall rat with the package.

Dropping rifle, move, standard to attack

attack roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
damage roll: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 P

"Halt, thieves!" Baxter shouts as the mall rats scurry away. "Welp, I guess it was a long shot for that to work."

Baxter runs forward and takes aim at the thief Zhavos pointed at. "I'll take down the bandit!"

Move+draw, standard to fire at mall rat 1

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13
Damage Roll: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Culture: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Baxter holds out his arms "Of course!" He pauses with a glance to his backpack. "Err, might be a bit heavy for me!"

Baxter will be encumbered if he takes any of the bags, so I'll see what other people can hold first.

"That is a delight to hear, esteemed Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees! I do hope the ice cream makes up at least a little of the distress the meal has caused you."

Baxter angrily puffs up his chest. "Yes, as my esteemed colleague Gamuzali has stated, it is not Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees's fault! Haven't you any manners?!"

Intimidate, aid another if possible: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"My mind is pure and my body is ready! Scan to your heart's content!"

Culture: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Culture: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

”Ah, esteemed Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees! I am but your loyal vassal Baxter Bumble of the Starfinder Society. We wish to provide you nothing but the best during your time with us!”

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Culture: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

”As my esteemed colleagues said, Perfexion is an excellent choice!”

Not I!

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Baxter beams. "That's great information, young Zahvos! I wish I had thought to look for that! I think we're prepared for Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees."

Player Name: Adrian Ng
Character Name: Baxter Bumble
Character Number: 258889-702
Day Job: n/a

Boons Slotted
Faction: Wayfinders Champion

Baxter uploads the dossier to his datapad and peruses. "Ah, Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees! A majestic name fitting for a representative of such repute. Certainly his home world is of the utmost interest, and we shall treat his visit with the utmost importance!"

"Ah, greeting, young Zahvos and Kharos! I am Baxter Bumble, loyal squire of the Starfinder Society. The pleasure is certainly mine!" Baxter goes around, excitedly shaking the others' hands.

A cheerful-looking ysoki tottles into the room. His smartly polished armor and tactical doshko are stylized to resemble a knight's regalia from a long-lost era. "Hello!" he shouted to no one in particular. Realizing he was the first, he took a seat and began idly twisting his doshko.

I have not played it.

Interest officially expressed! I'd be in for Subtier 1–2, but can back out if you get enough 3–4 interest.

Thanks, everyone, for the fun game! And thank you for running, Revvy! :)

Baxter strokes his whiskers. "I find myself in agreement with young Pan. If they do not know the truth of their history, how can they right its wrongs?"

Baxter gasps. "Incredible, young Nole!"

"Ah, this seems like a worthy weapon!"

Picking up the ember flame doskho, unless someone else wants it.

"Charge!" Baxter drops his rifle and rushes in to smash with his doshko.

Swift to drop hunting rifle, move and unsheathe doshko, then attack!

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage Roll: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 P

Boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 13

;(

My info looks good, thanks!

"Argh, not the eye beams!" Baxter runs forward, pulling his hunting rifle from his back. "Take this!"

Attacking green.
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage Roll: 1d8 ⇒ 2 P

"We all look smashing, I do say!"

"Many thanks, dear Klarima! We shall do our best."

I'm happy to head out now too.

"Hmm, I suppose to some degree, haha! Although most wish they could have whiskers like these!" Baxter laughs as he twirls his graying whiskers.

At the announcement of dinner, Baxter claps his hands in excitement. "Oh joy! I'm famished! I simply cannot wait to try some of the local cuisine, wot wot!" He smiles at the soupy sludge. "Kahlgee, you say? It looks delightful!"

Baxter greets the council with a bow, then takes a seat.

"Greetings, esteemed councilors! My name is Baxter Bumble, and my comrades and I are representatives of the Starfinder Society. It is an honor to meet you all."

either through the spell or translator

"Greetings! I am Baxter Bumble. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you. We would be honored to escort you to Arkeost. Are there any potential dangers in the wastes we should prepare for?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 1

"Whoa, watch out, young D'vost!"

"Dancing? I LOVE dancing!" Baxter joins in the celebration with his trademark hearty jig.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Baxter Bumble, at your service!" Baxter puffs his chest out proudly, then attempts to mimic Dystane's motions.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 20

"Glad to be of whatever help we can!"

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Baxter beams. "This is going swimmingly!"

Baxter sheathes his doshko and repeats the gesture along with D'vost. "Greetings, friends!"

I'm back! Sorry for the afk; should be active again.

"Hang in there, brave Rez!" Baxter shouts, dropping his rifle. Pulling his doshko from his back, Baxter rushes in.

Swift action to drop my rifle, move to wield doshko, move toward the cat.

I'm good too. Also, I am on vacation and might get infrequent in my posting. Please not as needed!

Baxter grins as Pan pilots right behind the platform. "Got you right where we want you, fiend!"

Baxter tries to continue firing on the platform.

Floating +1. Not sure on where we're going to end up, so not applying the range increment penalty here yet, if any.

The platform comes into view, a bit far but a clear shot. Baxter sprints to the forward gunner station. "Well positioned, young Pan!"

-2 penalty for the second range increment, +1 floating

Spotting the heavily damaged pink drone off the starboard, Baxter sprints from the forward gunner station to that side. "Time to finish you off, scoundrel!"

Waiting until all movement is complete before firing, just to see where we land up.

As Pan swings the ship around, the platform comes in perfect view of the front gunner station. "Firing!"

Since the pink drone already moved, I'll fire at that!

"Aha! Right in my sights!" Baxter yells, leveling his sights at the drone.

"I've had enough with these drones! Let's take them down!"

Looks like we won't be able to focus down the platform quickly enough, so I'm inclined to try to clear out the drones. Maybe the drone launch weapon is limited? At least we could get some critical effects on them. I'd like to see where we end up with movement before I pick which drone to target.

"Excellent angle, young Pan! Firing now!"

Using a +1 floating bonus.