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"Alright, let's scuttle this floating fern. Because I don't know about you, but I'm done with this place."
Computers: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

CeeCee keeps zipping about, clearly enjoying the speed of the jetpack. She reloads, aims, and fires once more.
Advanced Semi-auto Pistol vs Sample 62: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Damage (P): 2d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) + (1, 1) = 9

CeeCee his the jets, bursting forward to get a different angle on Sample 62. She gives it another burst, zipping through the vacuum of space while reloading to circle the strange foe.
Mobile Aim, Mobile Reload.

"Keep them lit! I'll keep trying to find a sensitive spot!"
Advanced Semi-Auto Pistol vs Sample 62: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Damage (P): 2d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) + (6, 5) = 16

Reflex, DC 18: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15 Oh hell no
Reflex, DC 18 (Hero Point): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

The nimble ysoki has just enough time to activate her jetpack, narrowly avoiding the difficulty of the gravitational situation. Activate Jetpack

"Yeah, that thing is ugly. Let's waste it."
The progeny of Hack-It, having learned how to shoot at the hip of her father, takes careful and before firing her pistol. Aim, Strike
Advanced Semi-Auto Pistol vs Sample 62: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31
Damage (P): 2d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) + (3, 4) = 14

Cookie-Cutter, like her father, knows a thing or two about computers. As such she is naturally inclined to see things in binary... code.
Computers: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22 Rolling 10 is perfect

"Alright, let's do this."

Cookie-Cutter starts rifling through the various bits of gear they've found. "Magboots for Obo, jetpack for me. Ceilidh nabs the spell gem of personal gravity. And Dae can use the antigrav harness. Attach the cable to the ship, and we can use that two hundred feet to hold onto so we don't accidentally drift off into space."

She slots out the force field in her armor to attach the jetpack.

"Someone should use that flamethrower, now that we've found fuel."

"Give me the antigrav harness, tie me up to the cable, and I'll go do a space walk."

Getting impatient, Cookie-Cutter moves to the last unopened door and opens it.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
"There must be something here. I'm sure of it," Cookie-Cutter says, fervently searching the cargo.

"I am certainly willing to help, but let's find some useful equipment to let me function out of the ship. Maybe. we should finish exploring the inside first."

I am flexible with whatever people want to do, but without enough equipment for everyone, we should probably keep searching the inside of the ship.

Agreed

Fort save vs Radiation: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Retrieving her tools, CeeCee makes her way over to the engine. "Make sure that no grubs interrupt me and I should be able to get this done in short order."
Thievery w/Tools: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

CeeCee shrugs. "Works for me."

"So... if we fix up the comm array, and get that message sent, then... good news?"

CeeCee tries a different set of warding signs, hoping that at least something in her gestures will be for keeping spirits at bay.
Occultism: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Occultism: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

CeeCee, who is about as wise to the supernatural as her father was, makes a bunch of warding signs in the air. Alas she learned them from Hack-It and they're really just a series of street gang signs strung together.

CeeCee waits to follow behind Obozaya, something her father taught her to do. Vesks make great meat shields.

Cookie-Cutter gives Dae a look with a raised eyebrow. "You okay buddy?"

"That's because my nose doesn't just look better, it is better. And it's a nose meant for sniffing out treasures."

She watches Ceilidh search, smirking the whole time.

"Let's take the time to look," CeeCee says, proceeding to do just that.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"Yikes. Those remains make me think that some poor sucker got eaten by a whole lot of bugs."

She looks around for any signs of danger before moving in.

"Plant anatomy is not my forte," Cookie-Cutter says, shrugging. "But anything described as both 'strange' and an 'expulsion' can't be good."

She then moves closer to the double doors at the other side of the room. "You know what they say about double doors? They lead to greater danger. Ready to face the danger?"

Society: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Cookie-Cutter walks over to the paper, shrugs, and moves on. "What's up with that jetpack? I always wanted to fly."

Per Slack, only need to reload when the magazine is empty.

CeeCee quickly changes her mind about stepping back, instead taking another shot at the the nearby swarm.
Second shot vs Red: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage (P): 2d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) + (6, 5) = 17

CeeCee activates her forcefield, fulling expecting things to get ugly when Dae opens the door.

When the bugs swarm, she's not even a little surprised. She's excited. "Here we go!"

The ysoki, feeling Ceilidh's guiding words, takes aim and fires upon the nearest mass of monstrosity.
Advanced Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 16 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 16 + 1 = 37
Damage (P): 2d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) + (3, 3) = 13 X2 + moved back 5ft

"Weee!" CeeCee shouts with glee, taking a step back as she reloads her pistol.

Go for it

"Not yet. Let's keep looking around though. Maybe where life support is?"

"Huh. If we could get those bugs to eat something that is chill and civilized, we might be able to handle it. You think?"

CeeCee watches Ceilidh, curious about what she's up to. [b]"I didn't think you could have an organic computer, but I think I can see similarities.
Aid (Computers): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

"If we want to get a good sense of just what this ship is and why it's hear, let's see what they recorded."
Suggesting we hit of Ship's Records

CeeCee shrugs. "If I had more time, yeah. Maybe we can get it aboard the ship later."

She follows Dae.

"My pops liked to work with drones. Let me take a look to see if it can be fixed back up."

CeeCee will move closer and see if there's something she can do to repair the drone.
Crafting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Cookie-Cutter moves with care and caution, following behind and using the size of the others to help keep a low profile.
Avoid Notice

"Wait for me! Wait for me!"
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

I know the token art makes it not obvious, but CeeCee is a she/her

"This should be a worthwhile distraction," Cookie-Cutter says as she programs the autopilot using her inherited computer skills.
Computers: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

CeeCee puts fingers to the ship console, quickly entering the commands to run a scan.
Computers (Scan): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

She is still distracted by the discussion. "It's a very nuanced music, but the only way that you're going to hear that is if the volume is at a level that it can be detected. Trust me, it's as loud as it needs to be."

"You have no appreciation for the classics, Ceilidh," she says, popping a piece of gum into her mouth. "And anyhow, it's kinda huge and hard to miss."

A young ysoki opens ultraviolet eyes, startled from her reverie by the klaxon. She sits up, looking at the console in front of her to try and make sense of what's going on.

To the other Starfinders, who she insists call her CeeCee, Cookie-Cutter is a techno-nerd who regularly blasts the synth-heavy tunes of Gig Razorbyte. Her father is famous for all the wrong reasons, which she avoids talking about for all the right reasons.

"We just dodged the biggest space fruit I've ever seen. My guess as to the pilot? Some weird seed-thing."