"Dash" Riprock's page

profession-athlete: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"Right. So that's how you want it?"

Staggered, Dash nevertheless launches a quick flurry of blows.

pulse gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 4 = 17
damage-B, So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

pulse gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 4 = 13
damage-B, So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Oops I only just now looked at the map and realized that Dash was too far away for a full attack. He would have taken a guarded step and then attacked once.

Dash scowls. "Right! Scrap it is then." He then launches a brace of blows.

gauntlet, full attack: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 9 - 4 = 9
damage, B, So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

gauntlet, full attack: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 9 - 4 = 7
damage, B, So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Dash moves into the room and powers up his gauntlet. "We're here to repair the river you berk, but if you really want a scrap I'm willing."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Kaath lets the others perform the negotiating.

There is no need for violence.

"Unless that's what you want, that is." Dash grins evilly and cracks his knuckles. A moment later his face softens. "Still...I suppose we could try diplomacy first."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Dash moves back to the western alcove and looks around. "Looks like the sort of stuff that bird wot does the fortune-telling down in the spike would have in her shop."

mysticism: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Wot is this? A museum? What does this have to do wif a river?."

Dash loses interest and moves over to take a look at the eastern alcove.

Dash peeks into the alcove to the left. "So wot's the plan then?"

athletics: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

Dash easily swims through to the other side.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"I fink we need to go this way. Or maybe this way..."

It can really be hard to write Dash's accent sometimes. Just try to imagine Vinnie Jones's voice whenever Dash is speaking.

At this point another pirate, a woman clearly commanding respect, arrives on the scene and bellows

“Enough! I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but we have enough trouble on our plates right now without Starfinders meddling in our affairs. Surely there are other targets more deserving of your attention than a group of pirates keeping to themselves. We have important matters to attend to, so I’d appreciate your expedient departure from my hangar bay.”

"Heh, I gots me a better idea. You lot surrender, 'and over the eggheads you've nabbed and let us get on wif fixin' the river wot you've sabotaged. If not we can bash some more. Eivver way suits me. I gots me some pent up aggression to work out and you kinda remind me of that weasel of a commisioner wot sidelined me." Dash cracks his knuckles menacingly.

demoralize: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

"Here's a little love tap to remember me by. Imma go visit your mate in the purple now."

thunderstrike pulse gauntlet vs yellow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
damage, B, So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Dash punches the yellow-clad pirate once more and heads over to a new opponent.

Dash cracks his knuckles and grins ferally. "This'll be fun."

He speeds into the fray and punches one of the pirates.

thunderstrike gauntlet vs yellow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
damage, B, So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Seeing the hangar doors about to close Dash hurriedly finishes his lager and crushes the can in his meaty fist. "Looks like it's time for more hacking..." He cracks his knuckles in preparation but looks in dismay at the broken keyboard in front of him. "Oops. Looks like I'm gonna hafta find some ovver way to 'elp."

He quickly rushes to the engine room. "Hmmm..." He carefully looks over the various control panels. "Bah!" Eventually he gives up and simply delivers a helpful kick to a likely target.

athletics: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

"Bah! All this egghead computer hacking is making me thirsty. I wonder if there's some lager left in the galley." Dash heads below to find the object of his search and sit down for a bit to drink his prize. As he relaxes he checks his comm unit and notices a text from Jekedo.

Hearing Stell's comment to Dash Jek thinks to them self

"Oh no, was the game Dash scored the winning point but broke his leg doing so, I could be wrong."

Fan phase: Action, jek takes time in the middle of combat to send Dash a text message asking about the game.

He puts his feet up and laboriously texts back, his meaty fingers ill-suited for delicate texting.

Nah mate. Ir were kkust a sprain. Twam doc vast dome hocus pokas and fized me up right quick.

The half-orc finishes his beverage and retrieves another before heading back to his station. He cracks it open and takes a swig before looking out at the debris field.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Whazzat over there?"

"Hold on. I'll do some computer hacking..." Dash mashes his fist on the keyboard.

computers: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Dash smiles as the ship explodes. "Ha! Take that Marcotti!"

He lines up on his second target.

twin laser with bonus vs yellow: 1d20 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 3 = 17
damage: 5d8 ⇒ (4, 4, 7, 5, 3) = 23

Stell encourages Dash. "Hey Dash, imagine the officials who disqualified you from playing are huddled and wetting themselves in that ship. Fire away!"

"Nah. Ref's blind as a bat but 'e wuz jus' doin' 'is job. I can pretend 'at's Marcotti's ugly yob over there though cryin' an' wettin' 'isself." Dash grins evilly as he fires.

So it looks like orange is in the front arc? I'll take the other +3 to try to finish it off.

twin laser vs orange: 1d20 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 3 = 21
damage: 5d8 ⇒ (7, 6, 8, 3, 3) = 27

Twin Laser vs orange: 1d20 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 3 = 15
damage: 5d8 ⇒ (6, 3, 3, 7, 1) = 20

Looks like no one has used the ships +3 modifiers we can use on 2 rolls Dash did you want to use that on your attack? Our biggest gun has no shots this round due to the asteroids, Dash did you mean the biggest gun with a shot?

Kaath if you are needing an action, with the ships +3 modifier your attack with a gun would be +7

I didn't know what guns the ship had when I posted. I suppose I should have said biggest appropriate gun instead. Looks like that will be the turret vs orange? Yes I'll use the +3 on the attack and it looks like I also get a +2 for us being stealthy for a total of 20 to hit on orange. That would leave the port light laser for Kaath.

particle cannon damage vs orange: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4) = 15

Gunner I guess?

"Been awhile. 'Ow do you fire this again?"

biggest gun: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Dash has been silently brooding over his suspension for the last couple of days. The opportunity to speak to someone new drags him out of his funk. "Ha! Just takin' a pleasure cruise while I wait out my suspension. Can you believe I gotta sit out foive matches? I just 'ope Jimmy Two-Sheds don't screw up too much. "E's not aggressive enough as roof attack." He flashes a grin at the holo-screen.

Is Captain Hada female? If so then Dash's grin is a tiny bit flirty.

As if conjured up by some eldritch magics the half-orc in question arrives. He is clearly quite angry. He smashes a hole in a nearby wall."'At's b$~&&~$s innit? Foive game suspension? 'At ref's outta 'is bleedin' mind. Anyways Marcotti knew wot 'e was in for. It's a rough sport, zero-gee football 'an 'is leg'll 'eal up just foine. An 'oo needs a pinky finger anyway? I did warn 'im 'at I'd crush 'im like a bug next time I sees 'im." The footballer grins menacingly at the memory. His grin widens with genuine happiness when he sees the other starfinders in attendence.

"'Oi. Look 'oo it is. Twila and Jek. Good to see you lot 'ere. I just got back from 'at disciplinary 'earing for that 'it wot I did on that bastard Marcotti last noight." He makes finger quotes around 'disciplinary hearing.' "Foive game suspension, can you believe it? I mean two games, sure. Mebbe even free if they wanna teach me a lesson, but foive?" He laughs ruefully before continuing his rant."'An it weren't no cheap shot neither. Marcotti saw it comin' 'e did. Heh. I bet 'is 'ead is still ringin'."

"Anyways enough 'o 'at. It's good to have the gang back togevver again on starfinder business. It'll give me somfink to do while I wait out the next few weeks. ''Fink we 'ave time to nip over the pub fer a pint before the briefing?"

Ha! Love the responses regarding the season opener. Thanks again for a great game everyone.

I haven't played 7-05 and would love to play Dash once again. I suspect that he's about to get a three game suspension for a particularly dirty tackle and arguing with the ref so he'll need something to keep himself busy.

Thanks for the game everyone. Lots of fun. Extra thanks for running this Kludde.

Shortly after the group arrives back at Absalom Station each party member receives a package from Dash's agent containing a signed picture of Nagdashar "Dash" Riprock and tickets to the season opener for the Absalom Ankhegs. Attached is a note which reads: Hey Mate, I know you like autographs and were probably too shy to ask for mine so here you go. I also got you passes for the first zero-gee football match of the season. You'll be in the friends and family section so be on your best behavior."

"You want some too? There's plenty to be 'ad" Dash grins and strikes.

thunderstrike gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 4 = 21
damage, B/So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

thunderstrike gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 4 = 15
damage, B/So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

critical damage, B/SO: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15 plus knockdown

thunderstrike gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 4 = 25
damage B/So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

thunderstrike gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 9 - 4 = 19
damage B/So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Dash tries to finish his opponent with another brace of punches.
"Fights not over yet. Where's everyone goin'?"

Did Raysel's shield prevent the knockdown crit effect?

Oh right. Thanks

critical hit damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16 plus knockdown

Dash grins crookedly at his foe. "Best stay down if ya know wot's good fer ya."

thunderstrike gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 4 = 25
damage-b, so: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

thunderstrike gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 4 = 21
damage-b, so: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Dash launches a quick one-two at Raysel.

reflex save DC14: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

thunderstrike pulse gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
damage B/So: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Dash moves up and launches a furious blow at Raysel.

Dash hits the sports talk show circuit once again and does a victory lap for his brilliance in the courtroom that ends in a shouting match and several broken chairs.

profession-athlete: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Dash considers his options for presenting a case and finally stands and clears his throat. "Well, yer honor, I talked wit' me mates an' somma tha blokes on the chat shows an' figgured, well...this trial is a load of b+&%$#%s and the mayor is a wanker! That's all." He nods in satisfaction at his eloquence and waves at a couple of cheering fans in the crowd before he takes his seat once more.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

"Dash" Riprock wrote:

I'm fine with Kadef and I playing good cop/bad cop with the mayor.

I guess I'll be the bad cop? :-)

obviously

I'm fine with Kadef and I playing good cop/bad cop with the mayor.

"The judge is a good idea. As for the Mayor..." Dash cracks his knuckles, "mebbe if we lean on him 'ard enough we can 'convince' him to drop the suit."

Bored by all the tedious 'egghead' preparations of his fellow starfinders Dash spends the final week before the trial at the pub with his mates from the Ankhegs examining and critiquing 'game footage' of the combat portions of previous trials involving the opposing attorneys.

profession athlete: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Dash scoffs at the notion that the Arbiters are a suitable second. "The Arbiters? You puttin' me on? Them blokes can't take a punch. I favor The Hammer. She's got spunk an' her ads are funny."

Dash spends the next couple of weeks on the entertainment circuit. He appears on various sports shows and discusses trial strategy (combat) with the hosts. He also takes the opportunity to talk trash about the opposition.

profession-athlete: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Scoping out the defense

Dash turns his attention to the giant mech.

thunderstrike gauntlet: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

kidney punch: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Dash rushes forward and hits one of the arbiters with a dirty low blow almost before the event begins.

sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"Ha! I knew these 'reality' shows were a buncha b&*$%%+s." He winks at Wazashi. "Yeah them pretty boys with the fancy gear'll go down right quick. Best take 'em first."

Arbiters

Dash growls at the lack of alcoholic beverages in the dressing room and heads to the kitchens to grab a couple of beers. He then proceeds to do his spying out in the open by visiting the other contestants.

"Bah. Too easy."

Dash turns to a second target. full attack

gauntlet vs red: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 4 = 25
damage, bludgeoning, sonic: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

gauntlet vs red: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 9 - 4 = 7
damage, bludgeoning, sonic: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

critical hit extra damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16 plus knockdown

Dash launches brace of blows against the creature facing him.

full attack, gauntlet vs purple: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 4 = 22
damage, bludgeoning, sonic: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

full attack, gauntlet vs purple: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 4 = 23
damage, bludgeoning, sonic: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Dash grins a feral grin. "Ha! Now I sees somefink. Watch me back, mates." The footballer sprints towards his target. He leaps the twenty foot chasm with ease and launches a mighty blow at the creature.

athletics, jump: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

thunderstrike gauntlet vs purple: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
damage, Bludgeoning and sonic: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Move, attack