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"We are operating at near full capacity. They are not. A well placed shot should incapacitate their ship and give us a window to escape."

"Scanning second ship"
Scan Red: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 = 24 Taking a +1 from round 2
"Captain, I can set our sensors to target specific systems on the enemy ships. Just give the word. I am also available to take gunnery position to assist Bagit. Awaiting your orders."

Boon Roll: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Damn.

Cheers on a fun game! I really apreciate hiw organized the thread was, especially you format with initiative tracking. Definitely made it the smoothest game I'm in.

"Scanning enemy ship" The blue one
Scan: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Although our mission is legal adjacent at best, Connor-3 would advise against taking the painting, though he wont press if someone persists.

"Hold on there Envar. Looks like your mom left a nasty little gift for anyone trying to sneak in. Allow me..."

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

I wouldnt mind seeing some of the 'boring places'. Offices, board rooms, server rooms...I think places like that are pretty interesting.

If we're toing to be in the room for a while, would you allow us to take 10 or 20 on the perception?

Gram walks into the room and, thinking of the fight he JUST survived, grabs the fire extinguisher.

"Just in case"

He then looks aroubd for anything else that might be useful.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Yeah I wrote it down on my physical character sheet, but didn't put it on my page for some reason. I'm gonna reformat to match everyone else tomorrow, to make it easier to keep track of.

I'll roll Fortitude just in case

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 20

Connor-3 fires another shot.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Yeah, I didn't actually move. I was just stating his intent for the next round, but i see how that was unclear. Sorry about that.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

I have to get away from this thing. My organic components are starting to degrade.

Connor-3 takes a guarded step diagonally (south west) and fires off a shot from his pulsecaster pistol.
Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 1 + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 = 21
"Keep your distance! These things are giving off some kind of noxious fumes or aura!"

"EV, prepare for engagement" Combat tracking activated

Connor-3 attempts to fake out the creature before putting some distance between him and it.

Feint: 1d20 ⇒ 7 Dc is 10+The creatures Sense Motive or 15+1.5xCR

Connor-3 was actually heading over to the control panels when the creatures manifested and quickly retreats to take cover behind the telescope. He draws his weapon and says "Envar? Bud? Please tell me these things are friendly."

Connor-3 doesnt assume that the creatures are hostile and will wait before attacking them. Plus, he has to wait to activate combat tracking anyway.

Connor-3 takes the opportunity to look around the room while Envar is distracted. "What kind of research are they doing here? More importantly, is there any way to acces their systems from this room?"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Connor-3 seconds that vote

"That's understandable. Can't go around working for free. But look at him. He's high off his rocker! Good luck getting anything out of him in this state! Why don't you talk to his Mom? Doesn't she like, OWN this place? I'm sure she can get you settled. Besides--if you hurt Envar, you'll have to answer to her anyway and I'm sure you don't wanna cross a lady that powerful."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Connor-3 is visibly troubled on hearing that this android's personality has been tampered with by outside hands. But he remembers why he's here and composes himself. "Yeah sure, bud. I'll take one." He takes a towel and wipes the dust from the colosseum from his arms and face, taking a particularly long time on his face...
"E.V., when I remove this towel, scan this androids face and start a new case file to revisit at a later date."

He finishes wiping his face and hands the towel back. "Thanks, mate. Solid service." He taps at his com unit and transfers 5 cred to the android for a tip. "For your trouble"

"Thanks mate, but I'm fine. I'm constantly tinkerin' with this thing trying to improve it, so I hate to be without it when I get a new idea for optimization. Besides, it's a pacification device so no chance of it accidentally goin of and killing someone or whatever." He laughs casually and then awkardly as he realizes how weird that sounds.

"And the coat stays with me. Ladies love this coat. And this gladiator is thinking he might get lucky tonight."He elbows Envar ans hives him a wink. "Amiright?!"

Connor-3 steps up. "R1ver-6, mate. Resident scoundrel and fixer. Speaking of which..." He looks towards Landros. "Remind me to take a look at that Artillery Laser when we have time. Your aim was atrocious out there, mate.

"That was a solid hit, but this pistol is designed for non-lethal personal defense, not killing beasts. It may be more efficient to provide cover fire while my teammates focus on attacking"

"Titanfist! You alright, mate? We're here to kill the beastie, not feed it! Try to stay out of its mouth, yea?"

Covering Fire vs 15 AC: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Connor-3 swings around to the West side of the pillar he's using for cover in order to gain a better vantage point. A voice in his head says "Calculating enemy bearing and telemetry. Optimal opening to fire in 3..2..1.."

Connor-3 fires a shot from his pulsecaster pistol

Pistol: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 1 + 2 = 17
Electrical Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"Almost TOO easy!" 'R1ver-6' says, still hamming it up for the crowd.

Connor-3 is ready to go.

Connor-3 steps up first and speaks to the customs officer with a slightly lowered tone of voice and uncharacteristically using contractions in his speech "You got it, Lady! You must have a good nose for us fightin' types. Name's R1ver-6." He pauses and poses for the picture "So where's the arena anyway? I'm itchin' for a payday"

Connor-3's attention is diverted from his previous conversation with Landros with Vyviane's bombastic entrance and he listen's, wide-eyed, as she makes her introduction and expertly rounds out the plan thus far. "That was...Impressive!" After processing for a moment..."I'm sorry, but did you say you worked for a rival of Arch Ener- He's interrupted with AK's entrance and address to Vyviane.

"Living machines 2 of them"

"That seems...reductive. But I'm sure he's just curious about us."

"How dose? Who made? Why?...I would love to take you apart and see how you work...No disrespect"

"Ok. THAT...was uncomfortable. Still, best to make friends"

After any response or conversation with AK is over, Connor is gonna weigh back in on the mission specifics
Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"I happen to have a cover that I used for a case that I could reconfigure for our needs--R1ver-6: the small time weapons modder turned gladiator support tech. As I mentioned earlier, I can fabricate fake identities for any of you as well. However, doing so multiple times in quick succession from the same IP will raise some red flags, meaning it will be more and more difficult to cover my tracks after each attempt."

"On the subject of ship selection, my instincts tell me to go with the low profile approach of the Pegasus, but I will adhere to the selection of the group at large. In either case, I am most comfortable acting as science officer, but more than capable of serving as engineer if needed as well"

Conner will do a computers check for anyone that wants it, just let me know.

“No, you may have a point. I do not think I would be a convincing gladiator, but I could pass as a promoter or perhaps an ‘in the ring’ technician. Though I am unfamiliar with the starship models in question”

“Landros, do you have any experience with the Drake or Pegasus models, either with their flight systems or weapons systems? Do you have a preference regarding what to use for our assignment?”

In response to Bagit's greeting, Connor-3 perks up. "The feeling is mutual! I am certain we will make a formidable team!"

Turning to Pllar-8 with a spark of realisation in his eye, "And you are THE Pllar-8! I had not realized that you were a member of the Starfinder Society as well" He smiles and shakes his hand "Small galaxy."

"As for the issue of our false identities, I have some experience in fabricating false digital records for the purposes my investigations. Though we ARE short on time, I may be able to help build a digital history for any identities you come up with."

Connor-3's eyes and dermal circuits glow with purple light as he saves the mission parameters to his Exocortex's archive. He takes a moment to check in to a few local relevant infosphere chatrooms to gather information about the task at hand.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Understood Historia-7. This is my first official mission as part of a Pathfinder Society team. Though I am used to working alone, I trust your algorithms when they indicate that we will be an efficient team for the mission at hand. You can count on us!

To the others,

Hello everyone! My name is Connor-3, though my professional designation is Connor-3.14. He forwards a digital business card to everyone's personal comm units. I am a P.I. Connor forces a canned chuckle from his mouth, concluding his go-to introduction.