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Name: Cwethan
PC Name: Blibdoolpoolp
SFS #:182453-704
Faction: Second Seekers (Luwazi Elsebo)

Thanks for letting me tag along while you guys did all the GMing work! :-p

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Would pirates really scupper their own ship? They're bluffing, right?

Blibdoolpoolp carefully sights in on the engines again, but the quick moving ship may be too fast for her!

Heavy Laser Cannon (Node): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 6, 4, 7) = 21

Last Round of Firing at Will

[i]"Drat! Speaking for mySelf, we needed that lock!"

Heavy Laser (Node, Fire at Will): 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 1 - 4 = 5
Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 5, 3, 8) = 24
Coilgun (Node, Fire at Will): 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 1 - 4 = 4
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 4) = 14

"Agreed!

Unfortunately, Blibdoolpoolp's enthusiasm isn't matched by her accuracy...

Laser Cannon (Fire at Will, Node): 1d20 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) - 4 + 1 = 8
Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (3, 1, 4, 8) = 16
Coilgun (Fire at Will, Node): 1d20 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) - 4 + 1 = -2
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 4, 3) = 13

Well if the title of the campaign weren't a fairly substantial clue, I wouldn't have known.

In my experience, which gun(s) the players fire is frequently less impacted than you'd think (and is a pretty easy adjustment anyways), but yeah, not trying to put forward my blurb as any kind of One True Path :-)

Oh, and since this is GM school (and starship combat requires the most tweaking to work in a fun and fast way on PbP), I figured it might be informative to see my general game plan for running space battles. These were formalized for the purposes of the Scoured Star Special, so the 24 hour hard limit isn't necessary for all games (but is a good pace to keep if everyone's on the same page).

We still have a Heavy Missile Launcher up there for some 4d8 loveliness if you'd rather shoot that, Eleeta :)
Also, it wasn't really explicitly called out, but I did use one of the Nodes for the Laser Cannon. I'm planning on Firing at Will for the next couple rounds, so I'll use two Nodes next round if you're planning on single firing.

Blibdoolpoolp, knowing that her expertise has essentially nothing to do with dispensing voiddeath, elects to fill that section of space with as much firepower as she can muster!

Laser Cannon (Fire at Will, Node): 1d20 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) - 4 + 1 = 15
Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (6, 7, 5, 8) = 26
Coilgun (Fire at Will): 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (19) - 4 = 15
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 4, 3) = 14

Leaving the Turret guns for Eleeta, but spending an RP to use both of the Forward Mounts

Blibdoolpoolp closes her perspiration glands.

"Phew! That was close!"

"I'm afraid mySelf does not have much experience on ships. Is there a station that needs the help most?"

Sadly, Blib is pretty rubbish at starship-stuff. +0 to gunning or captaining are her best rolls/roles.

Sorry to hear that, hope you feel better soon.

Blibdoolpoolp examines the insignia slot carefully, and extends a tentacle towards whoever's carrying them. "Was this just where those were stored? Or are they a key to something more?"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Having backed away from the worm, Blibdoolpoolp joins her consciousness to Jchak's assault.

Mind Thrust: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 8) = 12 DC 14 Will for 1/2

5-footed away last turn, so one more 5-foot should put Blib out of reach this turn

Blibdoolpoolp stabs at the creature with her spear, then floats away carefully, making molecular level modifications to harden herself against unwelcome infrasonics.

Spear: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Piercing: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Using Early Stage Adaptation to get Resist 2 to Sonic for a turn

Fort: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 4 = 9

Clearly osmosing the bulb wasn't the optimal method of ingestion...

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Blibdoolpoolp isn't exactly light on her pseudopods, but her companions' advice goes a long way in keeping her safe through the crystal storm.

Though Blibdoolpoolp looks around eagerly at the unfamiliar surroundings, she's far from adept at interpreting them...

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Blibdoolpoolp hovers nervously between stations. "MySelf hopes you are as good a pilot as you seem, Domak!"

Agreed! (Also dotted in to future threads)

Blibdoolpoolp takes Morvruul at his word and drifts out of the ship...and back into the ship. "Thank you for your advice, Morvruul! Never again will mySelf be the same."

Blibdoolpoolp floats down the hallway at speed, hoping to get to the fray as fast as she can! Run.

Blibdoolpoolp drifts in front of Eleeta, supercharged spear clutched in her tendrils as she waited for the skeleton to approach.

I think Domak was recommending that instead of in Campaign Info, you put it in the header of your GM Alias

Blibdoolpoolp drifted over towards the nearest skeleton, tearing a piece of debris free from the wall to strike the undead sailor. Though it does little more than make a lot of noise...

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Bludgeoning: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Yeah, campaign info is broken across the boards :-/

"What are those weird glowy things in the middle corridor, Morvruul?"

"Thank you Morvruul. There are very few kinds of energy I wish to course through mySelf."

"Oh! That's not so many! Let's just make sure not to let our suits get breached. MySelf needs more air than most zombies..."

"Are their any life si- Oh...."

The floating pile of protoplasm and tentacles somehow manages to look concerned.

"Do we know how many undead might be on board?"

If you're still looking for a friendly, floating level one Starfinder, Blibdoolpoolp would be happy to join :)

Looks good, thanks for running!

Blibdoolpoolp doesn't look like she relishes the idea, but after a moment of thickening her outer membrane, she projects, "Once more unto the breach!"

Blibdoolpoolp drifts aggressively towards the remaining bot, her bulk shifting to layers and layers of muscle as she goes.

Pike: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Piercing (Upper Limb Refinements): 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6
Adaptation Cooldown: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Blibdoolpoolp flings her starknife at the closer bot, then unsticks her pike from its resting fold.
Starknife: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Ignoring the synthetics for now, Blibdoolpoolp forcibly connects herSelf to the Exile's mind overwhelming him with the cacophony she gladly left behind in the Host.

Mind Thrust: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10 DC 15 Will for 1/2

"Please, do not be alarmed by our many, many weapons!

Diplomacy Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Blibdoolpoolp, after a long beat where everyone else runs away, floats after them in haste!

Blibdoolpoolp points with her tendrils at the hidden laser, Friends! This laser seems imminent!

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Blibdoolpoolp extends a part of her front out so she can nod at Bubbles's suggestion.

Not liking the idea of being watched by a potentially dangerous exile, she also drifts up towards the ceiling to begin dismantling the camera with her pike.

I'll use my Promotional boon for the rest in lieu of an RP

"An exile who feared discovery might have prepared surprises most unpleasant for ourSelfs. Care may save us time and pain."

Perception (for Traps): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Do we have time for a short rest?

Fort (Cover): 1d20 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 5 = 21
Fort (Cover?): 1d20 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 5 = 14 Not sure if the finish line counts

Blibdoolpoolp skims lightly over the rough terrain as she drifts from building to building.

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Fort (Cover): 1d20 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 5 = 15
Fort (Cover, 1/2 Speed): 1d20 + 2 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 5 + 2 = 26

Very grateful to be a relatively maneuverable gas-sac Blibdoolpoolp floats into the largest dome.

Any survival checks we can make to get bonuses against the environment?

Not against very thick meteorites!

Forts: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 91d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 71d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Blibdoolpoolp takes a series of nasty punctures as she floats carefully through the winds.

Blibdoolpoolp makes some soothing noises with a temporary mouth and reaches out with a tendril to share her languages with one of the Elders.

"Hello! We are Starfinders, explorers and protectors across many worlds. When we came to your planet our ship was attacked by a tremendous space-shark, but we were able to defeat it."

Blibdoolpoolp floats along after the vehicle, deciding to save her spell for the elders.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

"I can teach them our language, but I fear they might misinterpret my spell..."

Blibdoolpoolp likewise seals off her armor and drifts out to take in the sights.