Blake-03's page

Thank you!

Thank you, Tyranius. I really appreciate you doing this.

Corrections:

The Commencement's credits earned are actually 753.

And then you should add my net 150 credits from the sale of the album.

Thank you, really!

No, this started long before Game Day.

OK, wow. I had forgotten how much turn over we had.

Twitch participated in 1.5 ecounters.

Jack'chit, weasles10, 280112-701, WF participated in 1 encounter

Sam Simigan, DM Livgin, AQ, 156828-701 participated in 1 encounter

Zax Rydell, Aurin777, AQ, ???, participated in 1 encounter

I don't recall how many encounters Twitch participated in, and Jakt'chit started but dropped early on.

Thanks, Tyranius!

Play Name: Tim M (Blake's Tiger)
Character Name: Blake-03
SFS#: 230524-705
Faction: Exo-Guardians
Day Job Roll: Forgone to mark one box on True Savoir of Tasch

Did you accept Guidance’s subdermal implant? yes
Did you purchase a copy of Strawberry Machine Cake’s newest album? yes (and will promptly sell it on iBay).

Indeed. I found many Android options. Need more male or agender, though. Too many female androids.

Any progress on the chronicles? :)

Blake will be selling his album on eBay for the extra credits.

Thanks Rhino :)

"Fire on Ratrod, we may overtake him--Or not," Blake tries to finagle the junkracer past the debris.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 = 24

I know, right? :)

"We need to slow down the gnome," Blake comments as he tries to maintain his focus on the obstacles on the track.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 1 = 15

"Unfortunate miscalculation," Blake says before focusing his attention back on the track and maneuvering the thumb sticks with fury.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 1 = 30

"Are we in third?"

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11

Blake continues to stare at the race track. "How do we make up the difference? Less shooting at the ground, perhaps."

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 = 24

Blake stares expressionlessly at the race track in concentration.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 1 = 30

Go ahead and shoot. :)

Out of necessity, Blake takes over the remote steering mechanism.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 1 = 23

Nyizin, please.

Blake returns to the junk field to continue his search for parts to improve the racer's steering and thrust.

Speed
Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Piloting
Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Speed
Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Blake searches the scrap yard for parts to improve Laboni's steering mechanism (improve piloting). While doing so, he attempts to sureptitiously evaluate Nyizin's vehicle.

Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"How can we help you, Laboni?" the android asks.

"Help Laboni win the junk race," Blake restates simply. "Very well. I will do my best."

"Indeed," Blake says. "We can deliver Ziggy's gift to Historia and then meet with the Acquisitive faction."

Are you still with us, DMRhino?

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

After slogging through the wait, Blake-03 finally makes it to the counter. "One album, please."

Blake slips into the enormous line. "I see that this is going to be a lesson in patience."

Trick Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
F: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Trick: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Blake makes another snipe at the feathered alien, this time keeping the beast in his sight at least.

Blake frowns in consternation as he tries to line up another shot.

Trick Attack (Stealth): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28 vs. DC 20+CR
Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
F: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Trick: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Blake tries to line up another clever shot.

Trick Attack (Stealth): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24 vs. DC 20+CR
Azimuth Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Enemy Flat Footed if Trick successful
F: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Trick: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Blake slips along the catwalk and attempts to fire a surprise shot at the alien bird.

Trick Attack (Stealth): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33 vs. DC 20+CR
Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 vs. Flat Footed condition if trick succeeds
Fire: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Trick Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

The android continues, walking further along the catwalk.

Blake draws his laser pistol in one hand and tactical baton in the other hand and carefully advances into the warehouse. He searches the shadows for their prey as he makes his way carefully up the steps to the catwalk.

Perception (Low-light & Darkvision): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"The task will be completed," Blake agrees.

Blake simply blinks at the lashunta's mirth.

"You are welcome to negotiate with a beast that kills anyone who enters the warehouse," Blake states. "I will clean up the mess."

"Ziggy is back on the station," Blake states. "Let us find a shuttle back. A space walk would take far too long."

"Agreed," Blake says and tries to move calmly back toward the hall without spooking the little mimic, "But maybe we should call Fitch with an update."

"Catching it was easy. It was small," Blake acknowledges.

Blake attempts to sing a lullaby--an android lullaby.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Maybe I should just carry it back with us and let Fitch figure it out," the android suggests.

Blake starts winking and blinking in an effort to communicate his benign---in his own mind--intentions to the creature.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Please do not frighten it while I am holding it," Blake requests. "Do not be afraid little metamorph. We will get you somewhere safe."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Blake cocks his head to the side at the lashunta's reaction. Shrugging it off, he begins to ever so slowly approach the coffee thermos on the side of the wall.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
CMB (Grapple): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"Maybe we can lure it with something," Blake thinks aloud. "Does anyone have food?"

"I do not know," Blake answers. "We should catch it so the proper technicians can return it to the stasis unit."

Blake extends his tactical baton and taps the unusually located conduit box. "What odd engineering is this?"

Blake tries to find evidence of the cryofluid in other parts of the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Blake slowly walks over to the leaking container and examines the fluid trail. "Something escaped," he considers, "Or the children took something with them."

Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Blake attempts to leap over the pool of foam but misjudges the distance and lands at the far end of the fire suppressant.

"Error!" he exclaims as he tries to correct his trajectory.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

He somehow manages to not land face-first in the fire suppressant. The android slowly slides his way over to the computer terminal and attempts to access the basic functions.

Computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"It appears to be unlo--" the android says as the ysoki robot-rider clomps past him.