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28 posts. Alias of Saashaa.


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Daniel reacts quickly, judging the shotgun to be the greater threat in this situation, diving and wrestling the man for control of the weapon. using the Jack of all trades for this section to get some kind of proficiency with this?

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16


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"So!" Daniel strolls around the corner confidently. "What shall we do with you two then, hmmm?" he says as he continues walking toward the seated man and sits down next to him. Raising his hands in the air dramatically he continues, "We seem to be in a bit of a pickle. We don't know what's going on, you do, and they are pretty upset about it. So! How about we talk instead of getting hurt any more?"


Daniel moves over to the door console. He prepares to open it holding up his fingers, one....two....three. On three he opens the door.


Nodding back to Clara, Daniel speaks up,"So..before you all go through here, there is at least one person on the other side. I think it's only one but if you rush it..should be alright, right?"


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Daniel, obviously proud of himself, quickly follows.


Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27


Daniel pauses and thinks for a second before responding over the radio, "Hey! I'm staring down the barrel of a sentry gun. Either you can help or wait a bit."


Is there anything nearby that Daniel could use to fix the signal of the comm device?


"Or one of us could go around outside the ship to find a shutoff or something," Daniel adds.


Once the lights start back up Daniel begins looking for the ship's array.

Also, what would the range on this comm device be?


Daniel hits clear and attempts again to open the door.


After hearing the garbled message, Daniel walks over to the engine room door and tries to get it open.

Sec Sys: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

And tries again.

Sec Sys: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18


Assuming Daniel gets handed the radio.

"Hayes here, it's done. What's happening?"

In case I need a roll Diplo: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20


"Launch? What's launching? Here, hand me that," Daniel insists as he walks over to Erik.


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"Of course you were right beautiful Clara!" Daniel exclaims as he moves to each of the dead bodies unhappily searching them thoroughly for a key card or an indicator if either might have been an engineer.

Take 20 for a 26


Giving a wide berthe to the dead body, Daniel speaks up, "Umm...there's another dead dude over there."


Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10


" Nothing useful. Let us go."


"Give me one sec," Daniel requests as he goes to each of the access panels. At each access panel he attempts to find a history of accesses and whatever else is available.

Knowledge computer systems: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19


"Yes!" Daniel says taking a step closer to Clara. "Beautiful Clara here has a phenomenal point. Onward!" Daniel exclaims pointing in a random direction and a little bit up.


Do these pods have their cargo section?

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8


Daniel walks up proudly from where he was. "Well done team! We did good!" he says as he pats Konrad on the shoulder.


Seeing the man attack his potential ally, Daniel considers closing the door to the room to protect himself. As he moves sneakily towars the controls he sees Clara and has a different thought. Taking cover behind the pod-coffins, Daniel sneaks around behind the crazy man.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6


Daniel flinches at the almost gut-shot and looks up injured, but says nothing. As the group begins to go into the smelly room he holds back. "You guys got this. I'mma look in my pod for anything left."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19


I am very okay with this.


Daniel faces the bald man about to express gratitude when Clara speaks up and offers a hand. Immediately his attention is undivided. "Why, hello there," he tilts is head and says warmly, the grimace long gone. "My name is Daniel. It is an absolute pleasure." He takes Clara's hand, bends down and gives it a peck. "Now, what has you so distressed?"


Taking his hand, the man swings his feet around and hops out of the pod. The flaxen-haired man grimaces when his feet hit the icy floor."Ooh! How do you all walk around on this?"


"Wha..? the man says as he sits up and looks around obviously very confused. This man looks to be around 5'10", 160 pounds, and fairly lean. Even defrosted his hair seems to be held down and back with some impressive chemicals. His eyes meet Konrad's and then go straight to the magma wrench he is brandishing. "Now look here fella. If this is about that 1% I haven't spent it yet."