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I remember the rules being different for Starfinder regarding Day Jobs. I don't remember if that meant pregens could roll them if they had one, or you could if the character you were applying credit to did. If the latter is the case, here goes.
"The team has managed managed its task! No one else will likely wish for the pittance which is being taken."
Basalt squats down to rest, exuding a mental whisper in several different voices but saying nothing.
Basalt keeps bashing away with shield and distended limbs, moving into a better position to protect allies.
Basalt hardly even reacts to being sprayed, striking back despite the injury. They are either unflappable or have alien responses and coping mechanisms. "Basalt knows another shirren who can breathe in a similar way." The quiet monotone suggests it isn't even for the benefit of others.
Basalt simply ignores the voice, punching from a defensive stance at the drone that got too close. "No, there is more fighting to be done."
The sound and force disturb Basalt's chitinous plates but seems to empower them slightly. They step closer and swing. "Basalt suggests reduced use of sound gun. Not productive in this situation."
Basalt prepares their shield and gun. "Ready to break through and punch dogs."
"That is a large gun."
Basalt scratches a head-part at the strange dogs and dire warning. "If the Exile can still hear, Basalt is not likely to leave yet. Actions should be taken for the Exile's good."
Basalt hopskips into the room and swings a fist at the other dog. It doesn't look very well-aimed, but something large, shifting, and hard to see extends from the arm. "Stay close to Basalt for protection! No, not dog!"
Basalt steps closer to the front, ready. One hand clutches a big shield, the other is a clenched fist making veins stand out in an unhealthy-looking way.
Basalt ambles around the safe space as they wait, not seeing why everyone else is so worried about the storm.
Without something to do to help, Basalt looms over the trapped body. "You are alive," they say happily. "Congratulations." They they realize the unfortunate soul might stay that way longer if the rubble was moved, and starts doing so gingerly.
Everyone out of the ravine, Basalt returns to the second mouth of the shelter, preparing for another rush.
"Watch out for the acid, human!" Basalt calls down unhelpfully, holding the cable while other arms shield against the rain.
Basalt waits patiently with the cable, fidgeting in place.
Basalt rushes back outside, snatching Poppilo's cable if he is amenable. The shirren then dangles it into the ravine. "Worry not Crew, Basalt will help!"
Basalt joins Poppilo at the edge of their current shelter, letting allies catch up and preparing to give their all to the next rush.
Basalt, shield safe on their back, rushes forward with surprising speed. "Good exercise like so makes everything more easy."
"The crew thanks Kraka for this knowledge. Ninrak will be returned, and something can be done with the banished one." Upon reaching the storm, Basalt fires up their environmental protections and happily wades toward the center.
"How did the beast rule over Takkas and Rintaks? It was very large, it could not be too close." Regardless of how the question is answered, Basalt shows the aliens a special rig they wear to better convert thoughts into speech. That its owner doesn't know how it works compounds with the device not doing its job very well, but the shirren still tries.
"There are more? Very interesting. It will be good to meet more Takka and Rintak," they say, directing the last part at the pair and chirruping happily.
Basalt trudges across the land, hoping there will be a place to refill their exhausted ice cream supply. Upon seeing others, the shirren perks up, not even thinking about translation. "Greetings, creatures. This crew wishes to extend the well wishes of the Starfinder Society."
"The ship sees no reason to pursue. Unless the crew does?"
"The ship will dissuade this creature's attack before its existence is taken into question," Basalt says matter-of-factly, as they direct the Pegasus narrowly past it again.
Basalt's wild control flounders as the ship rocks slightly, accidentally passing the creature. "The ship will let it come close," they say. "Bait it for one more try at frontal shielding, so the strongest weapons will show its error!"
Basalt flinches slightly at the projectile. "It need not close in to attack. A setback, but not as effective. The ship will continue to respond."
Basalt eschews any fancy moves, instead edging the ship forward and at the creature. "The ship cannot outrun it, but may avoid if reacted quickly to. Good word was learned for this...juke!"
Don't worry about us, that comes first by a long shot.
Initiatives:
"What is this large object?" Basalt asks no one in particular, already putting the ship on the defensive. "Not a matter, we will fix the posed problem."
Basalt spends almost all of the journey in common rooms, leaving only for occasional looks out a window or a short rest. They happily talk about whatever others are discussing, in halting but interested tones. Their knowledge of such matters is often minuscule, if there is any at all, but the shirren is surprisingly savvy in terms of current events. Wrappers tend to litter their haunts for almost a day before being thrown into the trash en masse.
"Confusion. Is there difference between that and true philosopher?" This is asked with complete innocence, but probably still annoys the lashunta.
Intrigued by the android's words and actions, Basalt also buys an ice cream. "Have never tried before. Will attempt balance," it says before swallowing the lot. The shirren stands stock-still for a bit, completely silent but with jumbled bursts of telepathy radiating in all directions. Recovery takes a bit, but the sweet stuff is all they will speak of for the first leg of the journey.
"Oh, that is good. Basalt knows what you mean, and is relieved to have two good ship fighters in you and the Doctor."
Basalt would be best suited for piloting (+9) or gunnery (+6). He also has Diplomacy (+1)!
"Team is on mission to find information?" The shirren nods knowingly. "Science is not what Basalt does, but seems more important to main purpose than many guns. Pegasus should have enough to shoot through shoot-based problems anyway."
Basalt nods thoughtfully, chows down an option bar in the blink of an eye, and speaks. "Why was outpost evacuated? Some hostile facet of host planet, if any?" It takes them several seconds to realize this may not have translated well. "Try again. What is known about the planet this is on?"
Player Name: Crunch
Thanks for having us aboard!
A massive shirren stumbles into the room, surprisingly fast but rather clumsy. It wears thick yellow armor that resembles a thorax and bears several guns. "Pleased to begin mission and acquaint," it says in halting tones. "Name is Basalt. No, name is really-" something strange floods into the minds of everyone present, a mix of odd noises and...emotions? It starts with a 'B' sound. "But Basalt was told this is hard for other species to speak. So another name was given. Basalt enjoys it, is here to protect other...Star-Finders."
"Basalt sees no such degrees, but is not one to judge. Each unit has their own specialty. Vesk seems like good doctor-man." Here's "Basalt" (real name very difficult to pronounce without telepathy) the 4th level shirren vanguard. (Also, between the two biohackers I've seen, mine and yours, I get the feeling most Instinctive ones are going to be failed doctors.)
"That was interesting," Keskodai grins. "A grand adventure; I hope to travel with you all again someday."
Keskodai takes the album. "Not quite my taste, but maybe I can grow into it," he remarks after listening to a snippet. "And who knows what kind of music Chk Chk'll be into?"
"That went pretty well, considering," Keskodai grins as he puts his gun away. "Did you see Daddy shoot, Chk Chk?"
Having gotten the hang of this whole combat thing, Keskodai keeps firing his pistol wildly.
Noticing the main quarry, Keskodai pushes 'Apostae is a Planet' straight into Villyth's mind from his and cranks the pitch up high.
Keskodai hurries forward and fires again, steadily growing more sure of his ability.
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