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Lounging in the briefing room Draken shrugs apologetically at Naiaj. "Yeah - at least it still remains, we might get another chance yet!" they nod to Krara. "You too Miss - It was an honour and a privilege!"

Congratulations Desha ^^. And big thanks to Phaeton and players for an ace scenario!

"Desha - I think your expertise is needed In the Stasis Chamber - all mystic mumbo-jumbo to me i'm afraid and don't wanna damage anything" They report over the comms before making their way to the Cargo Hold to see what is needed there.

No mysticism so going to the Cargo Hold

Pocketing the Egg-like Gemstones they had jut created, Draken stretches. "Welp, got something useful from the code- will have to wait to see how useful though." they report to their team as they make their way to the Stasis Chamber. "Will see what they have in Stasis, and if it ain't bonded to the ground - we'll have it - I love being a Starfinder!"

computers, countdown, if needed: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

As Desha begins working her mystic arts on the hodge podge job forced upon the Xeros by the Azlanti, Draken aids by working along their computer program, trying to bring the Drift Engine offline before it tears them apart. With that completed, they begin work on the encrypted Data download.

”I’m sure Naiaj will want this, hell I want to know what they know. It will take about 10 minutes- might as well search the place whilst we wait?” they enquire as they work with a broad smile.

computers, download: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

Ninja’d Edit: anychance for a breakdown of the rooms?

Hearing Basalt's call Draken leaves their allies to take on the last Azlanti soldier as they dash to the Dwarf's side. Hands flying theyy try to make sense of the display and how they can avoid the oncoming explosion.

computers: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31

"Got yer back matey! I believe in you all, one Azlanti ain't gonna get us down!" they call over the comms, eyes alight with the thrill of the situation.

With a smirk as their commander goes down, Draken feints a shot with one pistol on the red guard before shooting them in the gut.

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack
Thunderstrike Sonic Pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (3, 5, 1, 4) = 13

Sonic, Magic Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Rolling their eyes at the rebuttal from their foe, Draken continues to duck and weave, raising their pistol and taking a shot at Adroxis.

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Thunderstrike Sonic Pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 for Sonic, Magic Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (5, 7, 6, 5) = 23

Sorry just noticed i missed a ‘not’. Meant to say ‘not flatfooted and image popped’

Sorry, i usually do it as the GM

image: 1d2 ⇒ 2 So flat- footed and image popped

Reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15 no damage from evasion

reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Wincing as the shrapnel from the enemies’ grenade hammers into their armour and bruises them, Draken narrows their eyes - these Azlanti really had a thing for ruining their wardrobe! As their azimuth pistol had reduced effect, they feinted the enemy leader before shooting with their Thunderstrike pistol.

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Thunderstrike Sonic Pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27 for sonic damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 1) = 11

Don’t provoke due to uncanny shooter

Having waited for their comrades to step through first, Draken follows through as the rear guard, weapons ready at Merisiel's warning. Keeping low, the Operative moves through the room before taking aim.

Can't see anything on the map - but will target the guy on the computer if I can see them - move upto 40'

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Corona Laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26for Fire damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 4, 4, 4) = 20

Shrugging and pocketing the Lion icon for later study, or at least taking images of it to be looked at by the Dataphiles on their return - Draken dashes towards the engine room, hoping to put a stop to this nonsense before they lost such a valuable find. As they enter the room they stop and stare - mouth agape. ”Well... that’s certainly something...” they breathe, flabbergasted by the phenomenon before them. Shaking themselves, Draken rushes to the jury-rigged Drift engine and begins to study it.

engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

Will reroll that, 2 novas

engineering: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 16 + 2 = 23

Stopping at Merisiel's outcry, Draken looms over the elf's shoulder to peer at the Lion badge with interest. Frowning they try to puzzle out the language quickly, not wanting to waste too much of their precious time here.

culture, chip: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 16 + 4 = 28

Languages: Common, Castrovelian, Brethedan, Abyssal, Kalo, Celestial, Drow, Ghibrani, Jinsul, Shobhad

perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Draken throws Krara a wink as they dash across the hull of the ship to catch up with their comrades. ”I find it is equally possible to be flashy and dangerous! Always keep ‘em guessing and they will be putty in your hands.” they reply good naturedly to the Vesk, their cocky nature causing them to miss any subtle details. ”Aye Aye, would be nice if we could keep this marvel - sure the Society could learn a lot from it!”

Darting forwards to get a better view on the fleeing robot, Draken dives and rolls coming up with their Thunderstrike pistol raised at the robot's faceplate, with a swift movement the Operative fires their Aphelion pistol at the motors guiding its movement.

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Corona Laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16for Fire damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 3 = 9

Thunderstrike Sonic Pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (3, 1, 5, 6) = 15

Sorry all, I changed Internet provider and due to Covid stuff apparently my new provider had a delay setting up which turned it off for a week.

Flipping on their own enviro-seals, Draken grabs draws their pistols from their holsters, leaving the coat on the back of their pilot's chair. "Leave her warm for me?" they wink at Navasi as they follow the gang onto the deck of the bizarre Starship. "I agree, Engines are likely to be in the Aft? Let's be going!"

get well soon!

Looks good, keeps us out of their front,but they are in ours

Wooping, Draken ip round the enemy, bringing the Particle Beam to bear upon the enemy vessel.

piloting: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 19 + 2 = 28

Able to outfly the other ship, though the punishing from the enemy is significant Draken silently thanks their allies for the assistance. Flying carefully, they keep trying to evade the keen eyes of the Azlanti.

Piltoing, evade: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 19 + 2 = 24

Taking advantage of the Xero's glitching engines, Draken zips round, facing the bizarre enemy starship in the aft-quadrant , aiming their super-charged particle beam directly at the enemy.

"Fire at will!" they hoot.

Moved

Sorry hadn't moved the token as we were going second, which is the issue with Starship combat PBP. In future I will always try to avoid their front Arc (i'd have done that last turn but wasn't clear enough) - what have we learned from the Scanning in Desha's actions?

Usually, things like speed reduction or EMP don't work if they hit shields, so would just deplete the shield I imagine

Piloting: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 19 + 2 = 22 - literally anything but a one needed of course...

Rocking as the Ship's forward shields explode with pressure, Draken curses the overwhelming firepower from the Xeros. Hands darting they try to once more outmanoeuvre the enemy.

Piloting init: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 19 + 2 = 34
Piloting, evade: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 19 + 2 = 39

we drew on initiative, Draken has 7 ranks in piloting for determining a tie

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Draken whistles as they come face to face with the large Crystal 'ship', "Strap in all!" they cry as they begin to put the Drake through it's paces.

Initiative, precog, ship: 1d20 + 19 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 19 + 2 + 2 = 28

Evade: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37

them to go first, to keep this smoother, will Evade and position the Drake so the front Arc is aiming at them. Exact arc will depend on the Science officer if they scan.

Nodding their thanks to the Brakim crew as they work on their Drake, Draken bolts up the ramp and into the Piloting chair - running last minute diagnostics to account for the added weight of the improved Hull and counter balance for the added armaments. Rolling their shoulders the throw their jacket over the back of the chair and crack their knuckles.

"All aboard the Drake - this is your pilot speaking. Be prepared for a thrill ride that might turn bumpy!"

Thanks for that Krara ^^ - Draken will stick with Piloting which will increase our AC/TL by 7 and Speed by 1.

Put the Light Plasma Cannon on the Turret it has a range of 5 hexes and does 2d12 damage so flexibility would be best.

I think we should go for the particle beam - but I'm not a gunner but i just love the idea of rolling 16 dice for damage :P.

From where they are talking with Patrig Draken winces slightly as Krara and Desha begin their 'persuasion' of the last Brakim. Terrifying... Remind me not to annoy them! they think to themselves with a shudder.

I'll see if I can't help persuade Patrig - you work with Minx." Draken pulses telepathically to Desha, Krara and Navasi whilst moving over to the Brakim Engineer. Seeing how Meriesiel and Basalt's technique has yet to bear fruit due to the Brakim's unwillingness to listen, the Operative tries to sweet talk them.

"Hello friend! I hear you are the Master Engineer in these parts. We seek to remove the Azlanti menace so that you can go back to your old lives free from tyranny - or you are welcome to come back with us to the Pact Worlds and find whatever life you wish!"

Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

Appalled that any would doubt their skills - Draken tries hared not to show their offence as they talk with Walford, showing them footage from their own flight simulators and several Starship battles to date with the Society's enemies. they show them unedited - with nothing but raw skill. "As you can see friend, I have outmanouvered Space Pirates, Eoxian Corpse ships and Space Beasts - you can can count on us!"

Piloting: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30

Hopping over the rubble and approaching their allies, Draken dust themselves off and frowns at the damage in their otherwise pristine coat. Winking at the Brakim Draken strikes a heroic pose. "Indeed! We are here to throw down your oppressors and liberate you! You are welcome to jump on our ship and get out of here should you like!" they offer with a winning smile. "Tell me friends - what do you know of the artefact ship the Azlanti have captured?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

Draken signals the affirmative to Desha as the press on round the ruined husk of the dockyard. Faking out blue, the pull the trigger.

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Corona Laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25for Fire damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 = 11

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (7, 1, 1, 4) = 13

Reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Wincing as the the blind guard's grenade catches them with shrapnel, Draken narrows their eyes at the new tears in the coat. Besmara's Unholy Depths! they curse inwardly, darting deeper into the facility, moving through scrap and ruined machines. Popping up they fire at Yellow, seekign to take them out.

"Take this Cur! Do you know how much it costs to fix this jacket? It's vintage!"

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Corona Laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33for Fire damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (6, 1, 6, 2) = 15

Additional crit damage: 2d4 + 4d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + (7, 4, 2, 1) + 3 = 22

Assuming some of it is difficult terrain where i've gone - Draken can move through 20' of difficult terrain without penalty

Cursing as the Guard's shot scorches across their new armour, Draken rolls dashes round the strange puddle, sticking to the edges to keep - whatever it is - from spoiling their expensive knee length boots. Faking out the guard again, they take a shot whilst they are distracted by the Wisp Ally.

"Heyy Greenie! Dodge this!" they laugh, unsure how to taunt in Azlanti so going for something universal.

Take 10 for 32 on Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Corona Laser vs EAC - 2 (wisp ally): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24for Fire damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2) + 3 = 7

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn and takes an additional Trick attack Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (3, 4, 6, 2) = 15

Rushing in to the wrecked dockyards, pistol ready Draken strains to hear the pounding feet of the oncoming Azlanti guard. Stopping at the edge of a pool of sludge - not wanting to think about what it had once been, Draken raises their pistol.

Not 100% if i can see Red, so I've done two spoilers based on the possibilities

So the Science Officer gets +2 due to the Drakes Computers and there are three +2's to be handed out - I suggest the Gunner(s) get first dibs.

Fingers dancing across the Pilot screens display, Draken coaxes more out of the Drake than is usual for the bulky Warship. The Drake comes alive, following in the Scout team as they trade fire with the Azlanti's defenses, Draken smoothly sails through, a look of controlled poise never leaving their face.

From the Comm unit at their waist comes a sudden burst of powerful Bass rhythms and the keening of holo-synths, the band Abysshead starts roaring from Draken's machine which nearly causes a distraction.

Piloting: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (7) + 19 = 26

Leaning back in the pilot chair of the Drake, the Lashunta nods at their allies' assessments of the situation. Stroking their chin they hum as they sort through their own thought processes on the matter. "Yes - the plants are odd, but if we only get one chance, I want to get a look at the Xeros whilst it's still in the docks, might be able to remove the key crew needed to launch it." they shrug. "I too vote for the construction bay. If we're ready. let's get out!"

Grabbing their coat from the back of the chair - they check their guns to make sure they are charged before throwing the coat over and activating their suit's protective systems. "Just in case the Azlanti have the dock open to space or anything - as we know they go out in full armour."

They then settle back into the chair - ready for the strafing run to begin.

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Culture: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

Draken smiles at Desha as they eye the fashion choices of their Magic Officer. "Well, as Merisiel says, the Pegasus holds the advantage speed and manoeuvrability, yet The Drake's overwhelming force may be the difference maker in a battle against this Aeon Guard if they are half as fearsome as their reputations suggest. Don't worry, all ships purr under my expert ministrations!" the Lashunta throws a wink to the gathered group.

They stay quiet whilst Naiaj explains their position with the enemy and nods, their smile melting into a look of serious determination. "You got it, hide when necessary - take out when not. If we manage to get hold of some of their armour, I'll be able to modify it for us no problem."

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Boons Slotted this Adventure
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Ally:Friends in High Places: Hireling (Athletics, Survival, Sense Motive)
Faction: Second Seekers (LE), Improved
Personal: Nanotech Survivor
Promotional: T-Shirt
Social:Scoured Stars Memorial
Starship: Hero Of the Stars
Slotless: Starfinder Insignia, Team Spirit, Surviving Companion, Private Vault, Abysshead Download,

Dayjob: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22

Leaning against a cargo crate in the hangar bay, their eyes looking over the Starships longingly Draken eyes alight at the mention of a bizarre ship of never seen before origin and the mystery behind it. As the talk turns to infiltration and sabotage their face splits into a wide grin and a soft chuckle leaves their lips. Draken is slightly built Lashunta with perfectly styled blonde hair tied at the nape of their neck, leaving it free from their symmetrical features. They wear a long black coat lined in crimson over an armoured bodyglove, a pistol and knife strapped to their thighs their only obvious weaponry, the Coat and armour serving to hide any personal features, giving an androgynous appearance. Their emerald eyes survey their team and after Navasi takes the time to introduce themselves, Draken follows with a deep flourishing bow.

"Well met indeed - I am Draken, within the Society my talents lend to Piloting, Infiltration and sowing discord - a perfect opportunity indeed!" they speak softly,their good humour evident in their voice. "Which Starship do we wish? The Pegasus allows for stronger scans, though the Drake offers us increased firepower which will be irrefutable should we come to blows with the Azlanti's better equipped vessels."

Thanks again ^^

Looks good thanks! Cheers for the game all!

Panting heavily as the last Jinsul falls, Draken smiles at the group wearily as the adrenaline rush of such a close combat begins to drain from them. After calling in to the Faction leaders the operative slides down against the wall whilst they prep the explosive device. Too tired to speak they follow Radazasm and Historia back to the hijacked starship watching the strange alien creature perched happily on the Well dressed Vesk’s shoulders.

Returning to the Jinsul Starship they dig out some of the booze remaining from the trip up - Draken pours out a measure for all that want one from the bottle.

”Cheers!”

Not wanting to be caught bunched up in case the Commander lets off another nasty explosion, Draken darts round the Station's power core, using it to distract the Commander long enough to set up another shot on them.

"Boo" they spit in Jinsul.

Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack[/ooc

Trick, Bluff: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 16 + 4 = 29

Thunderstrike Azimuth vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

[ooc] If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn

Sonic, Magic Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7 + Trick Attack Damage: 3d8 ⇒ (6, 4, 3) = 13

Reporting info is all good ^^

Cursing as the Jinsul explosion rips into them, Draken pouts at the control panel as Gunnz works their own brand of Operative magic and the machine responds to them. "Well fine then!" they sulk. Sighing in pleasure as Apsel's prayer soothes the burns and mends the cuts, Draken rolls into action, diving across the floor and levelling their acquired Flame pistol. Taking aim on the Jinsul fanatic in green robes they squeeze the trigger.

Trick Attack vs DC 20 + CR - If successful, target is Flat-footed to next attack

Trick, Bluff: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 16 + 4 = 36

Thunderstrike Azimuth vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

If attack hits, target is flat-footed to allies' attack till next turn

Sonic, Magic Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 2 = 6 + Trick Attack Damage: 3d8 ⇒ (5, 1, 1) = 7

Sorry, was just waiting to see if anyone succeeded the Mysticism ^^. A Foolish hope due to how much we have offended the Dice bot God

Spying anothher Jinsul warrior attempting to join the fray, Draken can hear the enemy commander's Arcane babble and is concerned about the glowing state of the Computer Console. Oh how I wish I could do this remotely they lament. The risk was likely great, however they really didn't need to deal with any reinforcements from the enemy.

"Come on Baby, please play for me" they plead at the machine.

Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 if successful no damage due to Evasion

Rolling away from the hurled bead and resulting explosion, Draken tuts at the interruption that left their job only half done. With the door shut, the Lashunta takes out the mini-welder from their kit and performs a quick seal on the door to try and reinforce the door from outside interference.

engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

”Stupid arachnid freaks, can’t you see i’m working here?” they snap sarcastically.

Apologies - Holidays ran away with me - back to normal now ^^. TO make life easier, will leave Gunnz's attack and Draken will try to Jam

Dashing into the reactor room with the rest of their allies, Draken surveys the strange scene with a look of puzzlement and worry. Their previous adventures had shown them the true nature of the Jinsul's Zealous philosophy and the current development was less than positive.

About to fire upon the Jinsul, Draken hears Bakoyo's suggestion and their eyes widen - reinforcements here would surely be a disaster. "If the lady desires privacy, how can one refuse?" they reply to the Human Operative as they reach the door next to them. Looking for a control panel they try to override it - or failing that try to break the door shut.

Computers/Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Not sure which is most appropriate, but the same bonus so can be for either ^^. Due to that shocking roll, I will use my Promotional re-roll

Computers/Engineering, re-roll: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 2 = 33

That sucks Gunnz!

Right I've got people over for Christmas so won't be back on till Friday - Have a Great Christmas all for those who celebrate it ^^

With a wink to Rocket and Aspel, Draken creeps forwards into the lab after giving the doors a look over to ensure they aren't trapped by the Jinsul. Many a time had a lax nature seen Starfinder agents blown to pieces or electrocuted. Surviving such a fate - the Operative's eyes widen at the equipment scattering the tables, clearly some sort of cybernetics lab employed by the enemy.

"Woo," they say over the comms in a low whistle. "This will come in handy - clearly planning on suping up some of their soldiers would be my guess

Divertign their eyes from the Implants - Draken turns their attention to the robots.

Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Computers: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15