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Who can say no to Zo! :)

Let's give this place a good going over. If we can't return the bodies of the crew, we should, at least, return their personal effects for their families ... erm ... descendants.

She looks for the Amber Reconnoiter's dedication plaque (assuming it has one) to return it to Absalom Station.

Could someone download all the logs please?

"Absolutely. We shall gather any personal items and return them!Good thought."

Thanks for the game! Was fun!! Chronicle looks fine.

"Ah. Well, I guess this was the best outcome we could hope for.."

Apologies, Saturday was my daughter's birthday, we had a full weekend and a lot of yard work also got done. :) No day job for Boris. Great group! Thanks as always for running, Kludde!

"Yes, hopefully this is just a huge misunderstanding. We ARE actually here looking for the crew of this ship, which none of you are.."

Boris calls out to Celly."It's OK, that moisturizer you put on earlier took care of most of that blast!"

Inspiring Boost. Standard action to give friendly recently damaged 10 SP.

"Behind us, a logical assassin!"
He takes a quick shot at him and then squeezes through the door to move away.

pew! plasma claw!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
E+F damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Aha! I did not use Inspiring boost on K'ssatak in the last fight!
Boris yells encouragement at K'ssatak, "That barely touched you, keep up the good fight!"

Inspiring Boost. Standard action to give friendly recently damaged 10 SP.

Boris sets his oratory skills on terrify, or attempts to, and yells at the captain.
"Best surrender now, sir. We shall not harm you. Your friend is almost down and you are most certainly next.."

intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
Dispiriting Taunt: Standard action, 60' Demoralize roll (intimidate) if fail, enemy off target (-2 attack rolls), if succeed enemy shaken (-2 attack, skill, ability checks) until end of my nest turn.

Boris tries hard to refrain but with all the puns flying around his usual calm and measured demeanor visibly cracks. He looks straight at Celly and says, "That's what She said!"

He then regains his composure, "Perhaps there is something in our air supply.."

Now it's hitting me. Let's see if any of you get this, based on the last two words above:
I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you?
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong

"Oh, the puns..."

And then louder, "Hey, whoever is behind that door, we are a rescue party! Your friend attacked us but we truly mean you no harm!"

"Well, we tried.."
He takes a pot shot.
plasma claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
E+F damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Ah, consumed by rage. Makes it easier for this trained group to knock your large butt to the floor!"

Dispiriting Taunt: Standard action, 60' Demoralize roll (intimidate) if fail, enemy off target (-2 attack rolls), if succeed enemy shaken (-2 attack, skill, ability checks) until end of my nest turn.

intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Sigh. Yet again..

While Celly is doing a marvelous job by herself Boris, who in no way can fit in the darn room, adds to her infallible logic.
"Yes, let's not fight! We can give you a lift to safety. There is no reason to fight!"
diplo: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 13 + (6) = 29

Boris grins. "Ha! I didn't take you as the Punny one! Now...where to next?"

He eyes the broken door, estimates it's clearance and looks down at his large body...

"Well, While I normally like what the humans call 'Calamari', I doubt those would be very palatable. Glad no one was seriously injured!"

After making his ponderous way to the ship and carefully squeezing in without tearing his suit on any sharp objects...
"Oh, gravity, sweet gravity.."
He will then attempt to help with the Engineering,,

engi assist: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Lol!

Boris mutters, "Damn, too far away..."
He sighs and takes a little push off...
acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
He moves up and mostly stops himself but is closer to the fight.
"That looked nastier than it was, Rayva! Shake it off!"
Inspiring boost, gain 10 of those SP back

Boris scrambles for a better anchoring.
"No problem, Celly! I have a good grip. Mostly.."

"Oof.. No worries K'sstak! Tis' but a scratch!"
Inspiring Boost, gain 10 SP back.

Realizing his usual language dependent tactics are not going to work here, Boris holds off and watches...

Delay

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
lol

Boris is too busy desperately trying to not fly off into deep space to notice anything nearby.

Boris watches his team mate soar a good ways over mostly open space.
"I think I shall take smaller hops.."
He aims for the closer edge and once again tries to gently push himself over there...
acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

And this time.. he's SO close to nailing it. He stops with a little 'oof' and scrambles to get a good hold...

Boris looks around the house.
"Interesting. I hope no one was at home when this was torn from their reality... why am I thinking of cats? Anyway.. they should really equip these ships with jump packs or similar in the future"

While scrabbling desperately to hold onto whatever object he mostly stopped on, Boris suddenly gets a full senses image of freshly baked and frosted cupcakes in his mind...

Boris shrugs, with his mass, that involves a lot of movement.
"Well, here I go!"
He aims at the structure not far off and gently pushes himself towards it... He closes in on it and...
acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Slams face first into it, going a little faster than he anticipated...

OK, seriously Dicebot. Checking in on games this AM and my last 4 rolls were 2, 1, 1, 2. :)

Boris points at the chunks pouring out energy. "How about we try to avoid those."

He also makes sure everything is sealed and all appropriate safety measures are complete before heading out.
"Ah, a spacewalk and swimming have a lot in common! Well, we'll see anyway."

As Rattus expertly pilots around the obstacle and the G-forces pushes him into the chair, "Oof. I'm so happy the society installs a good captain's chair here.."

"Deft piloting there! Rattus has this, engineer, please give him a little more speed!"
diplo, aid engineering: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 13 + (2) = 19

Celly could try one of the other guns. :)

Boris follows everyone in and once settled, he grabs the captain's seat. Everyone notices he slightly changes the angle on his jaunty hat when doing so.
"I have a good feeling about this one!"

As they come into the dangerous piece of space Boris calmly encourages the gunner. Liftt I assume?

"You got this. Center mass and we should be through!"
diplo: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 13 + (3) = 27

Success, a +2 aid to your shot.

Boris raises a flipper.
"A second vote for the Drake."

"I'm no mystic type of my race but I do have some engineering knowledge.."
engi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
"But... this seems familiar but I cannot quite place it..."

Boris will assist Rayva.
"Exactly!"
diplo assist: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 13 + (3) = 25

Boris looks at the venture captain and raises one eyebrow.. then looks to the group.
"Someone did fill those forms out a week ago, didn't they? OK, who has them? Was it on paper or digital?"

He's obviously just fishing here for a possible bluff in the near future

Boris waddles quickly behind the group, nods to the venture captain and follows into the room.
"Yes! We are on a very important mission for the Venture Captains and are told you are the experts who may be able to give us the information on that ship that could very well be the difference between success and failure!" an equally chipper Boris says.

And yes, butter up on full blast.
diplo: 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 13 + (4) = 27

BorisWalrus wrote:

Boris looks the Embri up and down.

"Oh! You are the first of your species I have encountered! Very happy to meet you! Would you like some tea!"

Suddenly the room is a mix of dark and dreary and sunshine and joy... :)

No. Eating and drinking in public for our people is about the same as public copulation in terms of lack of culture for most races... If you have a thermos, you can pour tea there and I will try it separately. Later.

Boris nods, "Ah. I will see if there is one around.." He rummages through the pantry, finds one and fills it up.

After MP-8 finishes, "Honored to meet you. We shall do our best to help. And yes, Celly has the correct idea. Where might we find those codes?"

Fun group so far! :) Putting in the info for the RPG Chronicles.. Boris is actually level 4. I need to update him here and will do that hopefully some time this weekend...

Boris looks the Embri up and down.
"Oh! You are the first of your species I have encountered! Very happy to meet you! Would you like some tea!"

Suddenly the room is a mix of dark and dreary and sunshine and joy... :)

"Ah! There we go! More new friends! Tea is on. Who would like a cup?"
The Morlemaw deftly handles delicate porcelain tea cups, fills a tray, adds sugar and a small pot of creamer to it.
"Well, tea's ready, help yourself!"

Boris turns to the newcomer. "Ah! Welcome Very nice to meet you and..." Seeing where she is looking... "Ah yes, some tea would be nice! I shall put the kettle on!"

He waddles over to the set and begins preparing some tea.
"Well, it is a small group. perhaps one or two more are on their way. Ah, here's the sugar. Is there milk or creamer?"

In the room is a very large and very well dressed Morlemaw. He wears light armor but somehow makes it look fashionable. A jaunty captain's style hat is on his head and his imposing foot plus long tusks are well polished.
"Ah! Greetings Captain Solo! My name is Boris! Very nice to meet you! I don't know the statistics for the Absalom run but that sounds most impressive!"

I have opened recruitment for a table of 1-25 The Beacon Code Dilemma (a 3-6 repeatable) for Outpost (starting March 6)

You can sign up here(link)

Table is first come, first serve, but I can be tempted to open a second table if enough interest exists.

Another GM Kludde game? I'm in!

Also, I didn't save the link to the Outpost VI page and now can't find the sign up sheet. :) Filling in your list now...

Boris quite enjoys his time with the family and is visibly excited as soon as the food hits the table.
"Inkii, my friend. If you ever decide to prepare a grand meal again, please call me!"
He is truly in his happy place at that table and with that group. His happiness just radiates visibly until the group gets back to the station and he says farewell to everyone with a hug, if they'll let him. He knows that not everyone wants a 600 pound being with large tusks hugging them..

He then sets his flower along side his jaunty hat and happy whistles while he sets off to wait for the next call...

athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Boris is a tad tired by the time the group gets back...

Seeing Faria doing well with the young ones, Boris mixes with the adults.
diplo: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 12 + (5) = 23
He tells tale tales of wild hunts, very recent, starship battles and amazing parties and exploding parade floats. His favorite joke is "How's the Arabuk? I worked hard to carry that for miles! All uphill! In the snow!"

"Thank you friend! I have to get my armor tailored both to fit and look good so..."

Boris shrugs. "As long as it isn't leaking, just toss it on my back.."

Boris starts to head towards Faria to give a few helpful words but.. the beasts both fall and they seem to have plenty of time to recuperate.
"Well, let us hope they taste as well as they hit!"

Boris moves a little so he can take a shot at Red..

plasma claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
E+F damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

On the walk there, "So, can anyone use this large rifle? It looks intimately suitable for what we are doing. I have no real skill in this class of weapon. At all."

"Oh, very nice armor and rifle. Perhaps my compatriots could better use them."

He then tries to figure out where the Arabuk might roam..
life sciences: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

his brain tells him 'over yonder' but he can't even convince himself he's close...

On the shuttle ride over Boris looks to the group, "So... can anyone cook?"

Walking into the chaos Boris thinks "Ah, I see the problem." After counting children he wonders if said problem is insurmountable...

"Oh, do not worry Alora. This fine group will help corral the children and adults, get things organized and help with the cooking and prep. We're professionals!"
diplo: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Boris will use the Slick Customer ability to reroll that one... darn you dicebot!
diplo: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
/sigh...