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Once the Jinsuls showed themselves, my table spent much of the battle taking the fight to them in a boon-modified tier 6 Drake. We dispensed no fewer than 7 tactical nukes into their ships, averaging only 2 rounds to take each one apart. Their capital ship fared little better once we found its weak spot. All at the same time, judicious aid token passing and boosting allowed me to keep our low-level ground crews at other tables alive. In fact, I think all my spent spell slots went to boosting the aid tokens, as we had no need of HP healing at our table.
"Yes, let all be welcome here!" booms a somewhat elderly Vesk man, dressed in the ceremonial robes of a priest of Hylax. "You are surprised by my garb? Did you expect me to be but another follower of Damoritosh's ways of bloodshed? I followed them far too long myself. After obeying certain dishonorable orders on Vesk-3, I turned away, sought to atone, to be something better. It was at Hylax's temple on Nchak that I finally found the peace I sought." "I heard news of the Scored Stars incident shortly after my ordination was complete. I saw an opportunity to help other Starfinders, new and old, find the peace I have come to know. And, of course, to follow the way of Hylax in making peaceful first contact with new worlds." "Oh, and don't think me soft just because I've forsworn lethal weaponry. I can still throw a punch like in my younger days." |
