Thanks! I will make my decision soon and hop in, tonight at the latest.
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Could I hop in on this? I've already played the solarion pregen for Claim to Salvation, or do we want a soldier or mystic?
"Yes, that would seem to balance things, at least for now." Altronus says. He takes one thoughtful glance back at the wreckage of the ship and then heads out of the hangar.
I'll echo the thanks for running this. Had fun. Player: John Shade
Holding for level 3
"Hmm," Altronus says. "Perhaps we can split whatever treasure we find? I'm sure a finder's fee is well within the Society's power to grant for someone who aids them."
What a strange situation, having a mouse-like creature talking of monkeys. The life of a Starfinder is always entertaining at least... Altronus waves at the Ettin. "Hello. My name is Altronus and these are my companions Quig, Raia, Navasi, Keskodai. Is there anything else intriguing about this place that you have seen?"
Altronus staggers at the impact but regains his composure. The universe cannot abide imbalance. He fires another salvo at the creature.
Altronus moves into the room while pulling out his pistol. He lets loose a controlled burst of bullets.
Altronus activates his solar weapon and readies an attack should a hostile creature enter his threatened area. "Show yourself in peace and remain unharmed! We are simply looking for answers!" Mechanics:
Altronus listens intently to the goblins. "Three hearts, eh? Raia, Quig, I am not one for goblin puzzles. Do you know what they mean." He walks over to the door they have yet to explore, looking for a control panel of some kind. "Perhaps this is what they speak of?"
Altronus moves behind Quig, on the lookout for more trouble. "We should hurry. I do not like the feel of this place."
Altronus draws his semi-automatic pistol and fires on the nearest goblin from above.
Altronus moves out of the command center, ready to intercept any goblins that want to come up the ramp.
"That'd be a good idea. Let us proceed with that." Altronus cracks four wrists and one neck in preparation for things to go wrong, as they usually do on his missions. -Posted with Wayfinder
Altronus likewise attempts to duck behind the door.
Altronus moves behind Obozaya and readies his weapon in case combat should occur.
"Indeed, let us face this challenge head-on then." Altronus flexes his lower right arm and a short beam of starlight rips out from his wrist, taking on the appearance of a sword.
"Shall we deal with them head-on, or try and find a way around?" -Posted with Wayfinder
Altronus says, "I agree. We would be protecting future vessels." He targets the fleeing vessel and fires once more when ready. Secondary Gun:
Altronus uses his limbs to control the secondary gun again. "We won't be taken out by goblins here, before we even land!" Secondary Gun:
Altronus's four arms slide across the controls to one of the gun turrets. As he does so, he says, "The universe always seeks balance, Quig. You may find it to be on your side in the future." Secondary Gun:
Going to assume that Navasi will take the pilot seat, so Altronus will likely take the forward guns. Will work up a post when I get home.
Altronus, although loathe to use such brute tactics against the ratfolk, chimes in and says, "Yes, it would be a shame to make enemies of such imposing figure such as our associate here."
Altronus is silent as the exchanges go on around him, glancing this way and that, marking exits and points of interest within the prison. When he snaps from his reverie, he finds himself in front of the one they wished to speak with in the first place: Livewire. She's true to form, he thinks. Livewire indeed. He looks around at the room and the barathu. "I'm sure a generous donation to fix the showers could be arranged as well. Might we have a moment alone with the witness? Our client values their privacy above all."
"Indeed," says Altronus. He complies with all instructions, unloading his pistol. He flexes his lower right hand as he follows the creatures, feels the small mote of power within that can manifest his solar blade. -Posted with Wayfinder
Altronus shrugs and places all four palms facing to the ceiling of the spaceship. "I suppose I can step in." He takes the com and clears his throat. "Greetings Warden. We are investigators due to interview a being known as Livewire regarding missing spacecraft. Will you be able to facilitate our request?"
Altronus grasps Quig's hand, face smiling behind the scarf covering his mouth. "The Cycle brought us here for a reason. Now we discover what the universe has in store." "I will come as well. Are we to depart immediately?"
A male kasatha in red armor waits seated on one of the couches, both sets of arms folded and his eyes closed in concentration. His brow is knitted in frustration, building with each new noise coming from the ysoki's tinkering. He finally opens his eyes to take in the scene. "One cannot think with this rattling going on," he yells, startling even himself. He exhales and turns his attention to the ysoki. "Forgive me, my people find it quite rude to make undue noise, especially across our worldship. My name is Altronus; will you trust me with yours?"
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