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Cal takes a deep breath, runs the calculations for his targeting solution, and happily presses the shooty button!

Gyrolaser Gunnery: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10
Lasery Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

"Also 'Frack!'" He exclaims as an errant spark arcs from the console up to his paw..

"Asteeerrrrr ... what did you dooo?!?"

Cal finally realizes the potential long-term health complications related to back-seat driving and quietly backs away from piloting towards the gunnery station. He taps Aster on the shoulder..
"I'll press the shooty-button here, can you go help Valas make sure the shields are more ... shieldy?"

Cal actively restrains himself from vibrating in excitement in the chair as the real engagement begins

"Strong work there Helm, keep us ahead of the curve and outta the crosshairs, if you please!"

Diplomatic Encouragement: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Cal leans forward, gaze fixed to the vidscreens
"Alright helm, show these murderbugs what-for and lets get positioned!
There is a capital ship back there in dire need of a rearward assault"

Diplomatic Encouragement (Pilot init): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

If possible for pilot, otherwise coilgunnery

"Around it, or though it, let's finish this one up and get stuck in to the biggun!"

Diplomatic Encouragement: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Cal shrugs at Kalhoun, and then trots over to Engineering, pulling out a miniature spanner wrench for some reason ...
"Yeehaw little shieldies .. get yerselves back up!!"

Divert Power to shields
Engineering: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 4 = 24

"Oookay, now those need to go right ..there in that gaping HOLE on the PORT!"

Glancing disgustedly at the weapon console as if it had personally betrayed him, Cal jumps up to go stand near Kalhoun

"C'mon buddy, you can thread the needle with this pig and get us in place before they know what hits them!"

Diplomatic Encouragement - Piloting init: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Cal hunches further over the forward gunnery console, slapping in its general direction ..
"vector is ... carry the 4.. modulation at 32GHz .. and shields are ... there..."

one final slap

"FIRE!"

Gyrolaser Gunnery: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18
Laser Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1
diverted power upgrade to 2 damage!

"fishsticks! .. forgot to charge the diodes... good thing Valas was on that"

this is assuming that a jinsul ship ends up in the fwd arc

As Kalhoun brings the ship into engagement range, Cal starts mashing at the screen of the Fwd Gunnery Console

"I think this is the right ... *pew* .. um maybe the right button? ...targeting... yup ... targeting is a good idea..."

Gyrolaser Gunnery (SHORT): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
not including any range penalties that might still be in place after moving
Laser Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"Aye aye, Eng!"
Cal bemusedly agrees as he moves over to the forward gunnery station.

Cal exclaims (as if he actually did anything)
"Splendid job everyone, simply smashing!"

Diplomatic Encouragement: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
or lack therof

"Mr. Neubeck .. umm, yess .. do that .. thing.. again!"

"Mr. Starcliffe, please join Mr. Neubeck on the armaments if you would. Select one of the longer-ranged vintages perhaps?"

Diplomatic Encouragement on Elian: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

"Steady as you go there Mr. Neubeck. Please show them the depths of our displeasure!"

Traditionally, we have left it up to the pilot as to whether their skill would be best used to hit-and-run with the faster Pegasus at range, or if they want to slug it out more with the Drake

Kalhoun, which would you prefer to drive?

If we want to rescue more starfinders, Cal timidly suggests avoiding combat (and possibly also magic-ey stuff), so probably the Cracked Mirror, or maaaybe God's Home.
Cal also thinks that the Captain's chair is nicely upholstered and is willing to sit there if the war-wearied are in more need of a change of pace.

"Uh oh, keep it away from Kalhoun!"
Get 'Em on Yellow
Static Arc Pistol v Yellow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Electric: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"....like that.... but do way better..."

Cal sees the bluethorn leave rapidly, and in true Starfinder fashion, jogs closer to get a better view around the cliff, muttering to himself all the while
"what was that all about? .. well, good riddance to bad shrubbish I say... woah.."

He sees the horrors approaching the various wounded Starfinders and vehemently denies that any sort of squeak was released.

"Horrible pointy-blasty-murder-spider at eleven 'o clock! Give it something else to worry about!"

Get 'Em on Yellow

Cal looks back, realizes that his gambit has monstrously failed, and wheels around to run back.
Grumbles "Stupid shrub, doesn't get distracted .. grr mrr hrrmph!"

and wings a shot at the bluethorn from much closer

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Electric: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"Oh come ON! Will you just lay down and mulch or something!!"

"That shrub-puppy is getting too close .. it CAN'T be up here with them.."

He glances down off the cliff ....
"I hope the ground is closer than it appears ..."

And hurls himself off of it
"This is a bad iiiideeeaaaaa!"
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

...promptly belly-flops onto the ground below.
He pops up with a groan Moxie to stand as a swift ""ouchie"

and takes off as only prey would run .. "c'mere ya weedy mongrel!"

Cal rushes up to the edge of the ridge and flings a paw out to point
"Alright, our target is that ... cat-bush-dog... ummm .. oh yeah, BLUETHORN! Let's play keep away!!"

Get 'Em on the beastie

Feeling much refreshed from his rat-nap back at HQ, Cal looks disdainfully at the plant creature approaching Dirk.
" Of COURSE the gardeners decided to take this year off.....ahem... Let's not let this overgrown shrubbery sneak up on anyone here!"

Get 'Em on Yellow

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12
Electric: 1d6 ⇒ 6

The motion for rescuing Starfinders has been seconded

At the abrupt sound of a psychic holotape rewinding, 30-seconda-ago-Cal instead states his targeting instructions with less command presence, and instead attempts to demonstrate on Blue-the-Human..

Static Arc Pistol (stun): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 = 24
Electric: 1d6 ⇒ 3

crit for 6?

Once Red-the-Kasatha completes the next action, Cal tries to hit Blue again

"Just take a nice little nap, and this will all be over soon!"

Static Arc Pistol (stun): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 1 = 23
Electric: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Cal scurries up ever so slightly in front of Elian (providing what dubious-at-best cover he can)

"Yeah! Aster and Dirk see it... That human is about to throw off their nanites ... even if it is through unconsciousness... Focus on that one!"

Get 'Em on blue

Cal takes a second to fumble his phaser to stun, and belatedly shouts out...
"Great work team, let's burn 'em down soft and fast, starting with her!"
He dramatically gestures towards the lashunta

Get 'Em on Yellow

Cal lets out a high-pitched squeak (that he desperately hopes noone heard) and rushes off to try to manually adjust the thruster output.

*mutters*
"hopefully this will help one of those sky-jocks toget us down in one piece..."

Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Cal immediately starts rapidly flipping through camera views, trying to get some clue as to what is coming

*mumbles to himself*
"What in the name of all rodentia is going on here?"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

"Well, not surprising per se, but definitely sounding like a problem... Go Starfinders... yaay..."
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 4 + (4) = 14

Cal is glad that there is no video feed because he is HIGHLY distracted by the approaching apparition

"Captain .... you are not joking about abnormal logs. Please excuse me for just a moment, I need to go verify another one."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 4 + (4) = 20

Cal slaps the mute button for the bridge audio pickup and leans forward as he quietly addresses the crew

"Well then folks, it's starting to seem like we have a bonna-fide case of actual ghost ship going on. I'm also beginning to get rather concerned over our dear departed captain's mental state should she not like the news that she is in fact... departed. Does anyone have any ideas on whether we should play along, or try to correct it? .... both seems rather challenging...."

Trying to increase the stain of legitimacy in this word cocktail, Cal adds in his centicreds
”Thank you Elian for that …masterful … description of current events. Hale Greetings to you Captain Mathius of the Empyrean Eye, this is Acting Captain Calaka Nezumi of the SFSS-23 Pegataur. I can understand the irritation and confusion that this situation would be engendering, but please remember that Standing Order 461.3c prohibits discussion of classified technology over an unsecured commline. Would your preference be to attempt a secure uplink, or wait for less hazardous circumstances for this conversation?”

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 8 + (1) = 26

"Excellent work on the Steadfast everyone, that was .... Hold up.."
Cal straightens up from his indolent lounging in the full-sized captain's chair.
"Thanks for plotting that course TACCO, while you're at it .. would you please toss that comm on the squawk? I think we all need to hear this."
He glances meaningfully around at the crew.
"And maybe we all just might want to prepare for Battle Stations, yah?
Juuuuust in case."

Cal believes that the Pegasus would be a good plan ... because fast is good to get away from gravity.

Aster seems to think the Azata is a good idea .....

Cal decides to wander over to the missile tubes and shimmy in between them with a mirror and a wrench.
"Alright Mr Ziggy, I'm here behind missile bank two ... there is a (eew, what is that) ... PLEASE don't hit any of the big red buttons for a second?!?"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Cal slunk back into the cafeteria just in time to catch the tail end of the Lurkers' strategy, the promptly and fervently hopes that Naiaj did NOT notice him lurking uselessly near the hatchway as he bolts off to try helping ...

"Hmm, Cargo bay 002 ... Radaszam! Hi, you look like maybe it might help to umm, look? at the supplies here! Yup... they should be working..."
Cal immediately dives nearly headfirst into a crate
"Don't worry, I've been here the whooole time"

Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Disembarking from the second enercycle at a much more sedate pace is another leather-clad and helmeted ysoki. Also performing the now-patented visor flip, be flashes a brilliant smile at the group.

"Yes Aster, I do believe this is the correct location for organizing our upcoming 'festivities'"

He sets his kickstand and almost absently tips up Aster's cycle from where it had laid instantly forgotten, before setting its kickstand as well.

"Greetings to all out you pleasant-folk, Cal's the name and talkin is the game! I mean, the totally real and official driver's license I have here says that my name is Calaka, but I'd really rather that you all just called me Cal ... then we can still be friends!"

He looks around, suddenly rather sheepish at the location.

"Umm ... actually, I think I'm just going to take these bikes back to the cargo hold real quick ... this cafeteria looks like it might be a no-parking/driving zone"

He grins at everybody again and quickly takes off, attempting to tow one enercycle with another ..... the crashing noises doppler off after a few moments.