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Thanks everybody for gently breaking me into PbP!

After the debrief, Blastoff joins Grimace in the bar, buys the Vesk drinks, and hammers down an entire bottle of horse brandy. He preps for the trip home by dissolving something under his tongue and smoking a pound of opium, then, on the trip, alternates between look wistfully out the portholes and begging to be allowed to pilot high. "You just have to know you're altered and make adjustments."

His new career as a Starfinder seems to fit him perfectly. ("Do you make contact with alien star shaman hermits on every mission?" he asks with big eyes and some unnoticed drool drying on his cheek.)

Thank you for your patience with me. I really enjoyed this format of play. Blastoff particularly enjoyed it. Any pointers on how I can get him into episode 2?

Oh, and jewel, I have a hacker Ace pilot operative who just hit lvl 4. Any thoughts on lvl 4 feats?

Thanks!
Chris

Blastoff would lobby for a strategy where the following bald-faced lies would not lead him to be arrested by the Veskarium.

Blastoff squeaks up excitedly. "The portal led to Traverse, a beautiful moon. It is delightful in its emptiness. Nobody, nothing, no atmosphere and almost no gravity!"

Blastoff would have proposed, prior to going through, that our group come up with a suitable warning of dire consequences if the use of slaves to mine shimmerstone continues. Maybe the atmosphere would be sucked out of the current portal or Traverse pushed into one of the planets. He knows, however, that he is not the best one to present such a lie. Hopefully, likeminded Starfinders can help with this falsehood. As part of this, he would take credit for reopening the portal, if necessary, but say it was a one time thing.

With a series of swirling motions, Blastoff appears to pull small stats from the shimmerstone, swirl them around himself and send them careening towards the worm.

shooting stars(full action magic missile): 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4, 1) + 3 = 11

"Tell us your story, shaman."

Blastoff sits next to the alien presence and taps his drum. It is soundless yet all feel it. "Do you see how Desna and Nyarlathotep are waltzing over there?" Blastoff then speaks of the mystic ecstasy of the stars.

Wow! Miss one day. :)

Blastoff was obviously distracted on the ship. Once he realized it wasn't able to fly, he entered his own world.

Challenge 1:
survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Blastoff's fingers tap near his drum, an obviously nervous rhythm at being underground again, but doesn't actually play, lest he give away the team's position. His need to be back under the stars guides him unerringly through the caves.

Challenge 2:
survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Blastoff breezes easily through the mist, pointing, "Look, they are just like the stars! They can guide me. Do you see that constellation?"

Challenge 3:
If Blastoff's flight power from walk the void is able to work:
The little Ysoki shaman invokes the power of the stars and floats easily to the top of the cliffs.

If, however, not:
athletics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Despite getting help from one of the other team members and using a rope, the Ysoki mystic weakly climbs, cutting himself in the process.

Blastoff tries to tend the wounded with burning "leaves," fingers tapping on his drum, and mystic prowess.

Blastoff can heal 5hp once per day by doing a 10 minute ritual. This seems like a good time. What's everybody's HP damage?

Putting this in now so I don't miss it, even though others go ahead of me. Not certain if this is a free, move, or standard action.

Blastoff starts jumping up and down excitedly and pointing in different directions. His intentions become clear, though, as he starts squeaking excitedly, "Lead the fleas into crew quarters. We seal them up. See if they can chew through metal bulkheads," he finishes with a cruel sneer at the nanopod swarm's potential fate.

Blastoff looks at his useless weapon in disgust, reaches for a grenade, remembers he spent his money on other things, then turns his dilated pupils to the surroundings to try to find clues.

perception: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 = 24

Blastoff screams in fear, "FLEAS!" He then draws his weapon and fires off a shot, his hand shaky with hate and fear, his huge pupils still black as night.

azimuth laser pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 111d4 ⇒ 4

Blastoff points at the nearest port side door and chitters excitedly. "That door there! Is trapped! Any step within ten feet of it Boom! your insides come out looking like strawberries!"

The ratlike muzzle sniffs the air tentatively and he again points, this time to the lever by the bridge doors. "That lever! It doesn't belong! Not part of ship! Anybody know what it is!?"

Blastoff takes one last look at the empty vacuum and bright, bright stars of the airless sky, takes another deep breath of vacuum, then hunches forward as he scurries to stay in the middle of the group. His eyes flitting restlessly from side to side, the Ysoki searches for information in and about the ship.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

I'm positively wounded that you would think me so callous. Though, mmmm...extra rations.

Blastoff flips a switch on his second skin and pops off his helmet. He appears to take a deep breath from the airless void. Pulling out some eyedrops, he places them in his eyes which go all black as he looks up at the stars pivoting above. Jostled back to what's going on around him, the Ysoki types on his comm and a robot version of his squeaky voice says, "If you run low on air, let me know and you can have some of mine."

Piloting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Blastoff sniffs the exhaust ports, licks the hull, holds up one finger, stares crosseyed with his enlarged pupils, then types furiously on his comm. "Correct! Kevolari! Venture Class, suitable for long voyages. Commissioned in 283AG by my reckoning." The Ysoki, still typing on his comm, starts drawing a map in the sand. "This will be the engine room, here will be the drift drive. The bridge is here. These compartments are, I am sure, self explanatory." The ratman sniffles in the airless void, his whiskers obviously quivering with excitement.

medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Blastoff nods at the descriptions of their location then squeaks mournfully, "These two beings died of asphyxiation. They were exposed to the wonder of the void but were not able to attune themselves well enough to survive. I think their suits expired."

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Blastoff jumps up and down excitedly. "Yes, yes! A ship! Let's blast off!" the Ysoki jokes smugly.

Does "Walk the Void" protect Blastoff here on the moon?

Well, sorry about that. Thanks for the extra move action.

Blastoff draws his Azimuth Laster Pistol (extra move action) and fires 2 quick shots at the remaining worm (full attack action).

shot 1: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 4 = 1
fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

shot 2: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 4 = 10
fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Blastoff moves forward to get line of sight on the worm fighting Grimace and, with a single loud rap on his drum, casts Daze (DC 14) at the Yellow Worm.

Blastoff moves forward to get line of sight on the worm fighting Grimace and, with a single loud rap on his drum, casts Daze (DC 14) at the Yellow Worm.

GM:

Careful to let the three leaders go ahead, Blastoff then runs squealing at the portal, arms outstretched, and jumps through, landing in the tunnel on the other side. His head snaps up to look at the roof of the passage and he visibly growls, then looks around almost panicked.

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

The little Ysoki stays in the middle of the group, bloodshot eyes darting back and forth, teeth bared, hands fidgeting at his drum as if about to play but not actually striking.

Mysticism 13+7 = 20

Blastoff watches the cat person warily as she leads them through the tunnels, careful to always keep Grimace and at least one other starfinder between himself and their guide. So intently is he watching Rahla that he actually trips on the crack that she pointed out.

Once in the room, the ysoki pulls a rolled stick of vegetable matter from a cheek pouch and is trying to light it on fire, seemingly disinterested in the conversation going on. Once people are done talking the little rat man looks at the arch, slowly narrowing his eyes. Without warning, the little humanoid lets out a bloodcurdling screech rising up into frequencies beyond human hearing.

With a powerful leap the star shaman flies into the air, his hands at his waist, his fingers moving in a blur as he taps out a complicated rhythm on his little drum speaking strangely of longing for the abyss. Landing on his knees, bloodshot eyes rolled back, Blastoff sways rhythmically, the dust around him floating up and orbiting him.

Almost as quickly as it started, the ysoki’s ecstatic dance stops, he looks around, reaches for his dropped smoking device, and takes a big drag. ”That thing,” the ysoki points to the arch, ”is intense,” and he inhales another lungful of smoke.

Blastoff stares at Jewel, rapt, as if listening to the voice of God. He pulls out a can of cheap rice beer, pops the top, and chugs it, waiting for the oracle to speak some more.

not sarcastic. Blastoff loves this speech.

Blastoff looks around at his companions, bloodshot eyes big with curiosity, "Anybody been to Vesk-8 before?"

Valamir purchases a cold weather environmental suit= Second skin environmental protections (24 Uses): grants a benefit as follows: cold climates (+2 circumstance bonus to Fortitude saves against environmental cold dangers)

That's 10 credits? Blastoff gets one as well, doesn't want to get his paws cold from awful, awful atmosphere.

Anybody got a link to how I can attach an avatar to this alias?

Thanks!

Blastoff takes his gaze off the huge Vesk, easily twice his height, to look over at the tusked newcomer to the room. The Ysoki doesn't seem overly concerned about much of anything, really. His suit is patched in several places and an observer would be pretty certain it couldn't seal. At his waist next to the obligatory pistol, the little rat man had affixed a drum barely the size of his palm.

Looking between the two much larger creatures and the mechanical, Blastoff pulls out a cylindrical shape of plant matter as big as his snout, puts it in his mouth, and proceeds to light it, a burst of blue, acrid smoke followed by smoke spirals the rat man creates with his tongue.

"Well," squeaks the Ysoki, using his fingers to drum a quick tune on his tomtom, "I feel safer already." Another quick set of taps on the drum and the diminutive creature extends the rolled vegetable matter with the burning tip to the newcomers. "Toke?"

Hey all,
I plan to play Blastoff as somewhat into drugs. If this triggers/offends/irritates you, shoot me a private message or bounce one off the GM and I can tone it down or make it go away completely.

Player Name/Alias: Chris/Noob
Character Name: Blastoff
Character Level: 1
Organized Play#/Character#: 202230-702
Perception Modifier: 8
Initiative Modifier: 6
What is your color: Black, the color of space
What is your Day Job Roll: Ratbert Blastoff is free, naked and unemployed.