Chikasa "Chik-Chik"'s page

Looks great! Thanks for an excellent game everyone!

Chikasa coughs into his paw and looks up at his elven comrade, "Hope ya don't mind me sayin', Cavaler, but the Society is meant for exploration an' discovery, not for proppin' up planetary governments. I don' want nothin' to happen to Tabrid Minor like what happened to Akiton, but I can't say it's our place to prevent that from happenin'. If the folks there work it out so they can all decide they want our help, then y'all can be sure I'll be on the first shuttle headin' that way. Til then, I think we let 'em decide their own fate."

Once aboard the Starfinder shuttle and en route back to the Pact Worlds, Chikasa does relay the report about the Empty Hand to Zigvigix. "Sounds like we ain't universally welcomed on Tabrid Minor there, Ziggy. These Empty Hand folks...well, I can't say I approve of all their ideas for reform, but I can't judge em neither. Don't exactly have a clean past m'self. Anyhow, seems like there's more that the government on Tabrid Minor are keepin' hushed up than just their hist'ry. I think we oughta respect the Empty Hand's request and stay outta their business 'til we can either bring em some good news or they reach out for aid."

"Naw, yer right, we can't fix nothin' today. What we can do, though, is download all of this here data and take it back to our scientists to try an' figure out what's causin' all these here anomalies an' see if we can't come back and offer our help in fixin' it." As he lays out this plan, Chikasa begins downloading the beacon's readings.

After this, he opens up the broadcast channel so that the Empty Hand will be able to use the beacon to transmit their message throughout the local infosphere.

Chikasa tries to determine a way to keep the plants from covering the beacon again without killing them off, per their promise to the copaxi activists.

Life Science: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

As the group works together to reactivate the beacon (assuming they follow through with that part of the plan, Chikasa tries to do some digging to figure out exactly what the beacon is transmitting. Is it actually just tracking the anomalies and reporting on them to the acting government, or is there some other purpose, such as suppressing life in the area?

Computers check?, HD datajack: 1d20 + 16 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 16 + 1 = 34

Physical Science: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19 Additional +4 if Library Chip can be used

Chikasa follows the others as they search around the perimeter of the structure. When they locate the machine, he tries to determine if he can understand its purpose or function.

Engineering: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33

Chikasa waves a hand in front of the small pendant he wears around his neck and a glowing orange holographic UI disc appears in front of him. He taps at the strange arcane sigils across the disc's surface, then plunges three fingers through it and gives the whole thing a sharp clockwise twist. Three motes of energy appear around the UI, then glow with greater intensity as Chikasa finishes putting in his commands. Finally, he slams an open palm on the disc, and the orbs streak across the battlefield toward the vracinea.

Cast full-round Magic Missile with harmful spells

MM, harmful: 3d4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3, 3) + 3 + 3 = 13

I might've missed it, but I don't remember seeing anyone try to recall knowledge on these things, so here goes

Life Science: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

Chikasa steps up behind Gunnz and lets off a blast of heat at the vracinea. "Anybody in the mood for steamed greens?"

Guarded step forward and cast Overheat at Red. DC18 Reflex save for half.

Overheat, harmful spells: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 = 12

Round 2 action

Chikasa steps carefully away from the plant creatures and reaches out to empower Gunnz's weapon.

Guarded step and cast Supercharge Weapon on Gunnz's pistol.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Hmmm...don't think I like that fascination effect much. I'm going to use my GM 1 Nova reroll on my failed Will save.

Will, 1 Nova: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19

Chikasa turns and takes a deep breath to shout in alarm at the sudden appearance of the large plant creatures. As he draws air, he also breathes in the paralyzing pollen and is frozen in his tracks.

Does the original save from them launching the attack count as my save at the beginning of my turn, or can I attempt another Fort save for my round 1 turn?

Chikasa speaks Copaxi in case what Cas said is at all important

Chikasa is just here to fix things. He leaves the acceptance of these terms up to those more skilled in such negotiations.

"Now yer talkin'! I ain't here to negotiate interplanetary relations. I'm here to fix up a busted beacon. It ain't no concern of mine what use you make of it. Just point me the right way an' I'll get it runnin' for ya."

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Chikasa listens with a serious expression across his aged face. "Y'all ain't the first world that's gone through this kinda struggle. My home world of Akiton is little more'n a ball of dust these days since the big corps stripped her of all the fuel and other resources she had to give. I can sympathize with ya wantin' to avoid that kinda fate for Tabrid Minor.

"All I'm sayin' is ya don't have to go it alone. Let us help establish the kind of arrangement y'all think will actually help ya. Can't say that sounds all that unreasonable can ya?"

"That, an' that beacon what's s'posed to let folks know how things are goin' in this region don't seem to be workin. Y'all wouldn't know anythin' about that now would ya?"

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Chikasa sighs, "Hehhh, more eco-terrorists? I mean, sure, I agree with ya, Azara, at least these folk seem to have some reasonable demands, but these folk are makin' all sorts of decisions for all sorts of folks."

The ysoki lays down his Diasporan rifle and waits to move forward with the group, his staff in hand. "Well, if we're gonna try a diplomatic approach, I s'pose we oughta let em know we're here."

Would Mending work on the sub?

"Ho-oh," Chikasa calls out as he feels the bump of the sub crashing over the croc, "Careful now! We gotta get home in this thing too, ya know!"

Despite his protests, Chikasa turns his attention back to the reptile. He infuses even more magical energy into his rifle, takes careful aim, and squeezes the trigger.

Using my Empowered Weapon magic hack (move action) to enhance this shot further. Spending a 2nd level spell slot to gain a +2 bonus to attack and another 2d6 to my damage. Together with Supercharged Weapon, that will give me a total of 6d6 added to my damage.
In other words, here's all my marbles!

Advanced Diasporan Rifle, empowered: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 = 28 Damage (F), supercharged, empowered: 2d8 + 6d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 3) + (2, 1, 3, 1, 1, 2) + 6 = 24

Oh good point! I see that now. I’m that case, I’ll reverse my actions and will draw my rifle first, then cast the spell on my own weapon.

Chikasa reaches out and taps Maxamas's gun with a thin, wrinkled finger. A jolt of orange energy passes into the weapon from the ysoki's touch, and Maxamas can feel his gun pulsate with enhanced power. "Go on, now, son. Aim carefully and you'll put some real hurtin' on that critter!"

He then unslings the sniper rifle from his back and finds an open porthole to thread the muzzle through as he takes aim on the beast.

Use my cache capacitor to cast Supercharge Weapon on Maxamas's weapon. Move action to draw my advanecd diasporan sniper rifle.

Chikasa suddenly wakes up from his nap, snorting as he comes to mid-snore. "Ah! We're here, then? Good. I'd love t' hop out an' stretch my legs a bit, but I gotta agree with Miss Gunnz here, we oughta take the sub as far inland as we can.

"Still, this place don't look too good. Wonder if I can get an idea of what's causin' all the desolation from inside the sub here."

Life Science: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19 Additional +4 if library chip may be used

Physical Science: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32 Additional +4 if a library chip may be used

Chikasa knows some things about gravity as well as about magic. He’s confident he can figure out what’s going on here!

Computers, HD datajack: 1d20 + 16 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 16 + 1 = 32

Chikasa jacks into the sub’s computer systems and gets to work dealing with the interference.

Life Science: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

"Just make sure ya don't play em anything that's got much in the low end. Fish hate anything bass-heavy."

Chikasa's old frail body isn't much good in the water, aside from the occasional water aerobics class he goes to at the Lorespire Complex, so he decides to stay in the sub while the younger folks go for a swim to collect the samples.

Chikasa studies the submarine's features with keen interest. "Interestin' materials here," he says, tapping the interior of the hull as he hobbles through the sub's corridors. "Wonder if it's derived from the same sorta copi an' all that?" He finds himself a seat in the main cabin of the sub and waits for departure.

Boons
Ally: Field Trainee
Faction: Exo-guardians Champion
Personal: Scoured Stars Survivor
Promotional: N/A
Social: Instructor
Starship: N/A

Chikasa clicks his tongue and gives Therseis a long look, but finally gives a shrug and flips over his badge in his hands, looking for a way to disable the microphone.

Engineering: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31

Engineering: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

"There a reason this here bug's got a bug," Chikasa pipes up at last, after riding silently the whole way from the landing site. "I mean, if ya wanted to catch our singin' voices, ya coulda come to karaoke last night. So what're these here microphones for?"

The ysoki turns to his crew, "Oh, and save me a seat on that there pump sub. I ain't much for confined spaces like them mini-subs, despite what ya mighta heard about us ysoki."

"Ah! Yer a polite young lady, ain't ya?" Chikasa gives Gunnz a charming smile, as he thanks her for the drink. "The name's Chikasa, or Chik-Chik if ya wanted to ask some of the ol' gang. Course, you'd have to dig most of em up first, and the others you'd have to find in whatever hole the Stewards threw em in, so I s'pose Chikasa's probably the safer name to use, eh? HeeHEE!" The ysoki wheezes out a laugh, then sips at his water.

A white-haired, ancient looking ysoki wearing a loose cloak with a dusty, tattered hem hobbles into the room leaning on a gnarled wooden staff. He wears a sleek, slate-gray sniper rifle across his back, and a small, glowing pendant with the universal symbol for medical services hangs around his neck.

As he enters the room and sees the Starfinders who have already arrived, he nods a greeting to each of them and gives them a "How d'ya do?" but doesn't say anything further until he reaches a seat at the table, rests he staff beside his chair, and hauls himself up. Once settled, he looks around again, and breathlessly asks, "Well now, which one o' you young'uns is gonna offer to get an old feller a glass of water?"

Seems like my technomancer would be a helpful addition to the party, so I'll go ahead and lock that in.

Player Name/Alias (for Chronicle): GM Mjolbeard
Character Name: Chikasa
Org Play and Character Number: 177216-702
Faction: Exo-guardians
Race, Class and Levels: Ysoki Technomancer 6
Day Job Roll: Forgo Day Job roll for Instructor boon credit

I'm also going to purchase the Exo-guardians Champion boon for this scenario, because hey why not!

"Hee-hee," laughs Chikasa, his breath whistling past his large from teeth, "Reminds me of my younger days, stealin' credits from right out under the noses of them what are lookin' to take advantage of them without! Now if only these old legs would work as good as they did in them days, I'd be right ready to do a little dance! Ah well, I'll leave that to you young'uns." The elder ysoki straightens his robes and clears his throat with a little dry cough, "At any rate, thank ya, Venture Cap'n! Was an honor as usual to work with ya, and with all of y'all." He turns his sharp gaze on each member of the team. "I'll look forward to seein' ya in the field again soon."

Thanks everybody! Had a great time playing with you all!

Looks good! Thanks, GM!

"Well now ain't that just a fine bit o' sand in yer eye! These AbadarCorp folks come on out here and do their investigatin', then turn around and leave ya with this deadly disease to contend with without so much as a 'how do ya do'! Don't sound much like the AbadarCorp folks I've dealt with in the past, but I suppose it is a big organization. Wonder if ya might have these folks names on record there, Doctor?"

Chikasa gets to work getting the transport back in working order. "Oh yes, now, this'll be a much better way to get back to the settlement," he says as he begins to work.

Engineering: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Chikasa takes aim with his Diasporan rifle, just catching sight of Yellow as the smokes continues to billow within the icy cavern, and takes a shot when he has an opportune moment.

Move action to aim the weapon, granting the bonus from the Accurate fusion; standard action to fire

Accurate Adv Diasporan Rifle: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 = 12 Damage (F): 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (6, 1) + 5 = 12
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 25

Chikasa moves up onto the ledge as well, his weapon in hand at all times, ready to fight back in case the estris get riled up. When he finally gets into position, he steadies his rifle toward the nearest estri and confirms, "Yep, I'm ready here too, y'all. Let's do this nice and quick-like if we can!"

Chikasa ponders why they might be gathering around the ice pool so closely, and why they apparently don't mind the group being here.

(Is there something about their ecology that would explain this--like do they breed in or around ice pools?)

Life Science: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

Chikasa turns to Kliktikiti as the group sorts through the remains of the camp and lab, "Doctor, why don't you hang onto these here medical supplies? Seems like we'd be best served that way."

Moving on through the caverns, Chikasa comes to the edge of the chamber with all the estris. Out of an abundance of caution, he casts a protective spell on himself. "How we wanna approach this, folks?"

Cast Mirror Image

Images: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Chikasa travels along with Tordenskjold, reaching out to perceive any magical auras in the rooms they examine.

Moving along and casting Detect Magic to search for auras.

Computers: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Chikasa lingers around nearby, certain that there is something computer-based for him to figure out, but feeling a little tired after a long few days of marching through the snow.

Chikasa nods his thanks to Tordenskjold, then follows along after the group.

Real good joke putting Chikasa at the front of the group, GM! Lol!

Chikasa pulls out his Diasporan rifle now that the group is up in the mine. "A'right, y'all, now remember, these things got some plating on em that's gon' make it hard to hit em proper, and they ain't even gon' feel a chill offa any weapon what deals cold-based energy. Hit em with fire, hard, and take em down before they get a bite on ya! We don't want none of us comin' down with gutmelt." He primes his rifle and looks around for signs of recent activity.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

"See that's what I always appreciated 'bout you dwarfs! Always got a sensible head about ya! Know when t' trust in the machines and when t' take yer own path. Good woman, Nomoline. Now if you'll jes' help me get these hydraulic cylinders realigned...And you, young'un, get on over here and hep me with this gear box."

Chikasa gets to work repairing the elevator, calling in extra assistance from his field trainee as well.

Spending 1 RP to get an assist from my Field Trainee on this check

Field Trainee Aid Engineering: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Chikasa Engineering w/aid: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 38

"What do y'all think? Want me to try'n get the elevator workin'? Looks like that pack Nomoline found has all the gear we'd need to do some climbin', but I'm none too anxious to go scalin' up a cliff face."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Afraid not, Doctor! I got some good cold-weather clothin' on me, but I didn't come prepared for a hike out in the cold."

"Well, this ain't the first time I've been stuck trekking across a barren snowy wasteland. Guess we better get started." Before leaving, Chikasa tries to access any data he can on estris, just to get a better idea of what the crew is in for.

Life Science w/library chip: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27

Looking at the "seating" available in the "office", Chikasa decides to remain standing instead, so as to preserve the condition of his already sore back. Still, Dr. Monsylkis's request piques his interest, "Some proper field work? Collecting biological samples to develop a treatment? Sounds like a job we can do! Just point us in the right direction to reach them mines and we'll get the job done for ya."

Chikasa lends some help cataloging symptoms and contact tracing.

Aid Medicine: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"Heat control, son! That's one o' the most important elements of cookin'! If ya don't have proper heat control, all yer food's gonna taste the same. Here, lemme see if I can't give ya a bit more control on yer autoclaves here." Chikasa hobbles into the kitchen and starts tinkering with the food preparation stations.

Engineering: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27