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Lilly shrugs at Rar'gul's suggestion.

"I kinda like calling them. Maybe we'll get somewhere with the direct approach."

Lilly pulls out her comm unit, taps the message "Wake up, mystery voice. Ring, ring."

She clicks send, then call, and puts the comm unit to her ear.

Lilly traces along the books with her finger, occasionally tapping a spine or flipping through an interesting title.

“You’re right about that, T’sorkel. Conspiracy theories have been our reality for a while.”

She frowns when she gets to the camera’s content.

“This doesn’t make sense. What does this person want from us? What’s this about? Could they know something — hell, anything — about what actually happened to us?”

Lilly stops next to the Trox, checks the address, and nods.

“Agreed, Rar’gul… we’re here. ”

She starts to look around, then stops. “I feel like I should look around for cameras or traps or things, but given what this whoever-it-is can do, I wonder if it’s pointless.”

She gives a slight shrug, then continues. “Eh, screw it.”

Perception check: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27

Lilly gives Cidribvoot a glance, then tilts her head for him to follow.

“Of course, silly. You’re one of us now.”

Lilly watches John for a moment, then gives the smallest of nods.

She pulls out a syringe, fills it with a biohack, and gives herself a shot of liquid luck.
Lilly gives herself a basic biohack for +2 to Computers
Bluff to hide the injection from curious eyes, just in case: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
@GM — If you want Sleight of Hand instead, it’s 1 lower.

After she safely packs away the syringe, Lilly pulls out her comm unit, taps it a couple of times, shakes it, and frowns.

“Geez, this tech,” she says in her ‘out loud’ voice. “Sometimes I wish it bio-based. At least then I could heal it. Guess I’ll have to do the next best thing…”

Computers to check her comm unit: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 = 31

She looks intently at her screen for a few moments, then smiles.

“Good news… the, uh, repair shop we were looking for? It's close by. Closer than we thought... maybe a five minute walk. C'mon, let’s go! After all, we don’t want to, ah, miss any important messages.”

She wiggles her eyebrows a bit and gives a lop-sided smile.

Using the information from the comm unit, Lilly leads the way to the apartment. Once the team is in a more secluded spot on the way, she’ll tell everybody what she found.

Lilly joins the team headed to the Hexane employment office.

She’ll give herself a bit of liquid luck before she goes inside.

Lilly gives herself a basic biohack for +2 to Medicine

Medicine to sell herself as a ship’s medic: 1d20 + 15 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 15 + 2 + (4) = 33

If that works, she’ll also try to talk them into adding Rar’gul to the team.

“T’sorkel and I worked extensively with Rar’gul in the past. He sometimes presents a little rough around the edges, but he always comes through when things get busy or tight!”

Hoping that Lilly’s endorsement will earn Rar’gul a reroll…

Lilly’s late to the game on convincing Cavance, but she can auto-aid John's diplomacy for +2 support and inject John with a basic booster for another +2 for a total of +4. Would that make a difference?

Lilly weaves through the crowd, tracking on John and Rar’gul.

Using her Perception, a touch of Acrobatics, and her Scurry ability to find/make fast paths through the crowd.

Perception to continue the pursuit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Acrobatics to weave through the crowd: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Lilly gives Rar’gul a slow, appreciative head-to-toe look.

“You look stunning. Walk me through your outfit. I had no idea you even had something like this!”

Perception as Lilly looks around: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Lilly picks up a new flight suit in a pleasing pastel purple.

“I need a break from the sharp colors.”

She slides her hand over the arm of the flight suit.

“There’s something something about wisteria that always helps relax.”

You left out “paranoid”… we’re now paranoid murder hoboes.

Lilly leans around T’sorkel and smiles at the thug.

“I can kill ya, too, but I use needles. Lots of long, painful needles sticking into places where you don’t want them. Ow.”

She widens her eyes a little and gives her best creepy smile.

Lilly keeps her pistol ready, covering the remaining ganger in case he decides to be stupid.

She gestures at the mess.

“I told you… you really should’ve taken his offer.”

Do we need to talk to red or just let him go? Any information we need?

”Please roll damage for the caustolance.”

I very recently learned that when you use a caustoject or caustolance for a biohack, you don’t get any acid damage. So, I’ve been playing that wrong for, oh, several years now. Oops. My characters' sincerest apologies to the many creatures they faced who all died before they should have due to spurious acid damage.

From “caustoject” description in AoN — “Syringes can be loaded into these weapons, allowing other materials to be quickly injected instead of an acidic discharge (in which case only the injection effect occurs—no acid damage is dealt.”

From “caustolance description in AoN — “As with its smaller cousin, a caustolance uses its battery to generate an acidic field to inject directly into its targets, but it can also handle and discharge other substances that are poured into a special tank that is attached to the weapon’s barrel.”

Lilly smiles and shakes her head at the androids.

“You really should’ve taken his offer.”

She swings the rifle from her shoulder and aims at blue.

liquidator caustolance targeting blue EAC with minor inhibitor: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

If hits, blue has -1 to attack rolls for 5 rounds
If hits, attempt intimidate check with frightening injection

“You have no idea of the pain in store for you. Give up now.”

Intimidate check to demoralize blue: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

The cockpit door opens, and Lilly stumbles in. Her hair is a mess, and her mouth is wide open in a deep yawn.

“Uh… I, um…” — she finishes her yawn and waves her hand toward the ship’s hold — “…I stowed the gear we got, but then I kinda took a nap. I think. Sorry.”

She yawns again and stretches, then tries to get her hair into some kind of order.

“Did I miss anything?”

Lilly’s tears slow and her breathing goes back to normal. She gently disengages from Rar’gul, then pulls out a cloth and blows her nose. She tries to get words out.

“Uh, sorry… thanks… I di… I’m sorry… I kinda broke. I’m better now.”

She turns to Cidribvoot. “I’m Lilly, but the team usually calls me Doc. I keep everyone patched up and moving forward… at least when I’m not crying into Rar’gul’s armor. Sorry you had to meet me like that.” Lilly takes a deep breath. “It’s good to meet someone else who knew how special Breez was. Thanks for that.”

Hearing John’s call to get on the ship, Lilly quickly scoops up weapons and supplies from the dead reptoids.

“We can sort this stuff out on the ship and recharge the batteries. No tellin’ whut’s waiting ahead. May as well be ready. These bastards won’t be needing them any more.”

Without looking back, she walks up the loading ramp and hauls everything into the belly of the ship.

”Are you the leader?”

Lilly looks up from her lab long enough to roll her eyes.

“Me? The leader? No.”

Her tired, slightly impatient tone of voice takes on a decidedly snarky note. ”We take turns, ya see, tuh act as a sort of executive officer for the week. But all the decisions of that officer must be ratified by the rest of the team.”

She breathes in sharply, and her cheeks redden. The snark is gone, replaced with pure, livid rage.

“What the stars d’ya think we are? Some kinda kill squad? We’re FOUR PEOPLE, okay? Four people trapped in a ruttin’ nightmare that canna end! We been lied to, shot at, tricked, shot at some more, bitten, infected, injected, lied to a LOT more, and now apparently framed for something by these reptoid asals."

Her voice cracks. "An' we lost people along the way. Good people. People I... we... we all cared about. But we’re still alive, ya, an' we're tryin’ tuh stay that way. THAT’s what we’yare, okay?”

The micro lab beeps.

Assuming our new teammate is actually a dirindi…

Lilly reads the screen, and slowly, loudly exhales. Her shoulders begin to shake, and her eyes glisten.

“He's real. All dirindi, no reptoid. Looks like we got'a new teammate. Or I guess an old one."

She sniffles and her shoulders shake more. "One like Bree-”

She buries her face in Rar'gul's side and sobs.

"Does it just say 'not reptoid', or does it give a species?”

Lilly continues tapping commands into her micro lab.

“It’ll tell me your clothing sizes and preferences in dental hygiene if I ask it, but I just want to verify if you are what you appear to be. We can get to know each other better — or not — after that.”

Breez… The name echoes through Lilly’s head, crashing into so many emotions. Her mind spins, bringing up memory after memory.

It takes her a moment to register John’s question.

“Test? Yah… thuh same scan I ran on Kibotu.” Her hand shakes a bit, but she calms it.

Turning to Cidribvoot, Lilly tries smooth her emotions and look calm. It isn’t much, but it’s the best she has right now.

“I’m gunna scan ya. Don’t be movin’ now.”

Using micro lab to identify Cidribvoot and make sure they’re actually dirindi.

Life Science to identify with microlab: 20 + 15 = 35 Automatic 20+skill with the lab

Speaking of Kibotu, where is he now? (It’s been so long I forgot…)

As the reptoid falls, Lilly turns and swings her pistol toward the mystery fighter, lining up for the shot. Then she cocks her head.

“You… you were one of… B-Breez’s friends.”

She can barely say the name. The pistol wavers a moment in Lilly’s grip.

“How’d you… why… but the ship exploded… how’re you here now? Is she with you??”

Lilly’s voice takes on an unsettling tone. She waggles the syringe stick in front of the reptoid.

“It’s inside you. Feel it? No, you feel what it’s doing to you. You don’t move right. Your body is breaking… it’s betraying you… it’s giving up. They're the last things you’ll feel... helpless, weak, hallucinating, then it all goes dark…”

She pauses. “… because we’re going to end you.”

Get ‘Em on red.

Move: Guarded step to flank with Rar’gul.

Syringe stick targeting red: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 2 = 29
Syringe damage: 1d3 - 1 + 3 ⇒ (1) - 1 + 3 = 3 Piercing only; no injection

Available Biohacks 2/5

CORRECTION — I got so wrapped up in Lilly's revenge story that I forgot to mention Get ‘Em.

Lilly’s hackles go up as the reptoid moves around her.

“Ignore the halfling with the pointy stick? I don’t think so! Insult, meet injury...”

Get ‘Em on red.
Lilly’s attack is now 15+2.
Same damage and biohack notes apply.

Lilly’s hackles go up as the reptoid moves around her and continues attacking T'sorkel.

“Ignore the halfling with the pointy stick? I don’t think so!”

Syringe stick targeting red with specialty inhibitor: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Syringe damage: 1d3 - 1 + 3 ⇒ (1) - 1 + 3 = 3 Piercing plus injection
If Lilly missed again, the biohack is still NOT used because it's a melee attack.

Specialty inhibitor: Encumbered condition (no save). DC 15 Fort save or also gains entangled condition (mind-affecting, poison).

Lilly's eyes widen as the reptoid swings at T'sorkel.

“NO!” Her yell echoes in the hangar bay.

She darts forward, slipping past T’sorkel and stopping in front of the advancing reptoid. She drives the syringe stick straight toward the creature.

“Time for your meds…”

Syringe stick targeting red with specialty inhibitor: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Syringe damage: 1d3 - 1 + 3 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 3 = 4 Piercing plus injection
Lilly missed, but the biohack is NOT used because it's a melee attack.

Specialty inhibitor: Encumbered condition (no save). DC 15 Fort save or also gains entangled condition (mind-affecting, poison).

Available Biohacks 3/5

“Looks like we’ve got help under the ship. I don’t know who they are, but they’re firing at the right folks — meaning not us. Don't waste the opportunity. Put Pike DOWN!!! ”

Move action for Get ‘Em on Pike. Everyone is +1 to hit vs Pike until the start of my next turn.

Lilly stands in the middle of the bay, facing the reptoid hiding behind the crates. She aims both her pistol and her syringe stick squarely in red's direction. “You’re next.”

She pauses, then calmly yells to Rar’gul. “Beat Pike down. You’ve got him!”

Inspiring boost on Rar’gul for +10 SP.

“Get ‘em, guys. I’ll keep red occupied.”

Get ‘Em on blue. Everyone is +1 to hit blue until my next turn.

Lilly moves into the bay and draws her syringe stick. Double move.

Lilly grunts as the shot spins her torso to one side. She raises her pistol and aims.

“Insult to injury. Now it’s injury’s turn. Get ‘em.”

Get ‘Em on blue. Everyone is +1 to hit blue until my next turn.

Zoologist injector pistol targeting blue: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 = 22
Syringe damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 Piercing plus injection

Specialty inhibitor: Encumbered condition (no save). DC 15 Fort save or also gains entangled condition (mind-affecting, poison).

Thanks, GM Q!! Get better soon.

When the gunfire breaks out, Lilly closes her eyes and breathes deeply for a moment, seemingly oblivious to the potential danger.

Her eyes open and she pulls her zoologist pistol.

“I hate this place so much.”

She moves into the room, eyeing the desks ahead as possible cover.

Lilly looks at the door lock like it might bite her.

“I haven’t been much use with this stuff lately, but I’ll give it a go. And give myself some help, too.”

She pulls out a syringe, quickly preps a biohack, and injects it into her arm.

Basic booster gives +2 to skill checks

Engineering: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 2 = 29

Lilly takes the data pad and frowns at it.

“You’re right. I was so angry at the other computer that I did’nae wanna get involved with this one. But you’re right. I’ll take a look.”

Computers to deal with the data pad: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

She shakes her head and hands the data pad to John.

“John, see what you can do with it. It’s not talking to me.”

Lilly holds out the flare compliance ray and its extra batteries to T’sorkel.

“This incapacitates people without actually harming them. It’s pretty perfect for you.”

She holds up the batteries like a vid model and mimics the over-modulated tones of a show announcer.

”And look — it even comes with… new batteries!”

@T’sorkel: Lilly has plenty of weaponry. Use this instead.

“Start small and work up — always a good plan. Need a hand with that lock?”

Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Lilly will grab the flare compliance ray and any extra batteries. If T’sorkel can’t use the spell gems, she’ll collect them in case the team needs to trade for something.

Lilly blinks at John’s corporate-speak, then glances at T’sorkel and shrugs.

“Uh, yeah. You got it. That’s the winner! Okay, let’s go, Rar’gul. Ready?”

She checks her pistols and moves into position, ready to go through the door.

Lilly smiles to T’sorkel, then looks at John.

“Welcome back. You were out for a bit. Short version: Lots of fights, lots of dead reptoids and ‘dogs’, and we’re almost off the rock. That’s the big picture. We’ll worry about details later. Next step: Find a ship and get out of here. Does that work?”

Lilly feels comfort in the warm weight of Rar’gul’s palm, and she smiles when he quotes her ancestors’ wisdom, even if is pronunciation is a little off.

“Agreed, we need to refill the jar.” And then hit some reptoids with the lid. Or maybe the whole jar. Or just shoot them.

She scoots around in the too-big chair, eventually finding a position that feels comfortable. As she rests, she busies herself replenishing biohacks and keeping an ear out for approaching footsteps.

After a few minutes work, she slides the finished vials into position and puts the micro lab into self-cleaning mode. She pats the device’s cover. You’ll get a proper round of maintenance once we’re out of here. My treat.

Lilly closes her eyes and relaxes a moment. Keep going… just keep going... keep going... just keep going... She gently sways to the rhythm.

Finally she climbs out of the chair and stretches, testing her muscles and checking their current limits. Only a few of them protest.

“We ready to get out of here? John, how do you feel?”

As Lilly twists in the chair, her muscles register painful objections.

Ow! Maybe those hits took more out of me than I thought.

“On — OW! — second thought, let’s barricade the doors and take a few minutes to heal. I’m not in as good a shape as I thought.”

Spend 1 RP for 10 minute rest.

John needs a 10 minute rest for stamina, so I’d say go ahead and do the 10 minute healing spell while he’s sitting there getting his stamina. Rar’gul and Lilly are still in stamina. I’d love to rest Lilly, but there’s too much at stake for all of us to sit.

Rar’gul — You okay with opening another door while John heals?

Lilly wipes her eyes again and blows her nose. She swivels in the oversized seat to peer over the chair back toward Rar’gul.

“We both took a lot of damage, but we’re in the best shape. And I don’t want to just sit around with all the commotion we made. Better to be up and moving. What do you say, big guy?”

After Narla falls, Lilly leans against the wall for a moment and collects herself.

“That… part’s… over… Now let’s figure out what Carla meant about making sure nobody will believe us.”

She heads to help John up (but Rar’gul probably gets there first). Once he’s in the chair, she spends a minute patching him up.

Medicine for Treat Deadly Wounds with micro lab and expertise: 1d20 + 14 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 14 + (2) = 24 Of course, she needed a 25. Well, it’s a nice plot point.

As she examines him, the stress of the whole encounter finally hits. Her hands start shaking and and tears fill her eyes.

“It’s… I… all this… here… oh, dammit…”

She digs into her pack for a serum of healing.

“Take this. It’ll help. I can’t… do this right now.” She waves at the micro lab.

She turns to the computer systems, sits in a chair that’s exactly not her size, and starts working.

After a few moments, she bangs her fits on the console and begins yelling at the machine.

“IT’S ALL IN REPTOID. THE WHOLE DAMN THING!!! WELL, I DON’T CARE. I’M COPYING EVERYTHING ANYWAY AND WE’LL LET SOMEBODY ELSE TRANSLATE IT LATER. HOW DO YOU YA LIKE THOSE DAISYS IN YER FIELD, NARLA???”

She flys off the chair and kicks Narla’s body repeatedly until she seems to run out of energy.

Lilly gives it one last whack. “AND I DON’T EVEN FEEL BETTER, YA LOUSY STINKING TRAITOROUS LIZARD!!!”

She wipes the tears out of her eyes and sinks back into the computer desk chair.

"Let's get outta here."

Lilly winces at the magical blows. Dammit, why don’t you just die…

Watching Narla’s movements get even more labored helps her hold onto her calm.

She leans on the wall and aims her pistol. ”Your arms feel numb now, don’t they? It’s working toward your lungs. If you’re still alive then, I get to watch you suffocate. But honestly, I’m good with not waiting. You can die now.”

Get ‘Em on Narla. Everyone is +1 to hit Narla until my next turn.

Zoologist injector pistol targeting Narla: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 = 22
Syringe damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Piercing

Lilly huffs with the magic force blows. She smiles through the pain, seeing the reptoids’s movements stutter and slow.

“Aye, it’s in ya good now. That’s one ov my own makin’. Your arms and legs don’t work quite right, and your breathing’s about tuh get labored… not that ya have so many breaths left, snake. It’s time for us to go.”

She aims her pistol. ”But you first. Get 'em, everyone.”

Get ‘Em on Narla. Everyone is +1 to hit Narla until my next turn.

Zoologist injector pistol targeting Narla: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 = 19
Syringe damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Piercing

Bottle cap reroll on the shot.

Zoologist injector pistol targeting Narla: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 = 28

Yes! Go, Lilly!! (And go, dice roller!)

Encumbered: All of your speeds are reduced by 10 feet, your maximum Dexterity bonus to your Armor Class is reduced to +2, and you take a –5 penalty to Strength- and Dexterity-based checks (or you take your armor’s armor check penalty, whichever is worse).

Entangled (if Narla misses the save): You are ensnared. Being entangled impedes your movement but does not entirely prevent you from moving unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. You move at half speed, you cannot run or charge, and you take a –2 penalty to your AC, attack rolls, Reflex saving throws, initiative checks, and Dexterity-based skill and ability checks.

The magic force hits Lilly squarely, knocking her back a step. She shakes it off, narrows her eyes, and draws her heavy injection pistol.

“You’re really pissing me off, ya glorified snake. It’s time to get you out of our lives fer good.”

Get ‘Em on Narla. Everyone is +1 to hit Narla until my next turn.

Zoologist injector pistol targeting Narla: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 = 15
Syringe damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Piercing plus injection

Specialty inhibitor: Encumbered condition (no save). DC 15 Fort save or also gains entangled condition (mind-affecting, poison).

@GM -- If that misses (and I'm assuming it will), I'll use my bottle cap for a re-roll. Lilly does NOT want to miss this shot.

Seeing that she can’t get around the battle, Lilly darts through the door and down the hall, hoping the next door leads into the room where Narla went.

Move action to go to the door.
Standard (or move) to open the door.

Lilly reloads the needler pistol and aims another minor inhibitor at the animal.

Needler pistol targeting the pet: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Syringe damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Crit syringe damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Total damage 12 plus the minor inhibitor
Minor inhibitor: creature is -1 to attack rolls for 7 rounds (no save)

“Take Narla down!”
Get ‘Em on Narla. Everyone is +1 to hit Narla until my next turn.

Seeing this game restart makes me very happy.

And hello, Yoro!! Good to see you again. (Dr. Flint-Bridge pulls down her mask to reveal Thak's face. The brenneri winks, then puts the mask on again.)

:)

That damned animal. Guess it’ll have to die first. Glad I hate throwing away gear…

Lilly draws her old analog needler pistol and aims a minor inhibitor at the animal.

Needler pistol targeting the pet: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Syringe damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Minor inhibitor: -1 to attack rolls for 7 rounds (no save)

The syringe buries itself in a chair by the creature. Dammit, Lilly -- aim!

After shooting, she steps into the room and crouches by the chair for cover.

“I’m on it… let’s see what you’ve got there.”

Computers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 Auto-assist John on Computers

Lilly listens to Kibotu’s story with interest.

”What do you think, Doc?”

She shrugs at John’s question.

“Considerin’ everything we’ve been through on this trip, a kasathan-reptoid hybrid honestly feels kinda normal… like another day in the clinic.”

Lilly reloads and checks her weapon.

“Let’s walk and talk. Ah'm pretty sure they know we're coming, and I don't want tuh give them any extra time to toss us a party. About how many reptoids were here when you got locked up, Kibotu? Can you give us any idea useful areas ahead or things we should watch out for?”