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I've not got my Chronicle yet - Grimace also took the implant

As the Feather Stalker pierces Grimace's armour the powerful Vesk falls down as Vyec's last shot takes the beast out - the beast bursting into flames as they hit the cold hard flooring of the warehouse floor. A few heartbeats later - Grimace pushes themselves to their feet, hawking up purplish blood and spitting on the burning corpse. Despite their injuries they look fiercely alive - what a fight!

Hobbling away from the beast they pat the Kasatha on the shoulder in thanks.

Staggering from the solid blow from the creature, Grimace strikes out again at the beast, seeking to take it down before they were dropped.

Attack vs KAC: 1d20 + 5 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 3 - 4 = 17 for damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Attack vs KAC: 1d20 + 5 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 3 - 4 = 16 for damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Grimace growls as the Feather stalker catches them in the midriff, using the pain to fuel their inner fire. Much as Aravon they strike out with a quick combination of blows.

Attack vs Kac: 1d20 + 5 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 3 - 4 = 9 for damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Attack vs Kac: 1d20 + 5 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 3 - 4 = 5 for damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Sigh, dicebot strikes again

Smiling darkly at Vyec's command, revealing sharpened white canines against their dark tattooed features Grimace rushes forwards towards the revealed monster. As they approach they leap, rising a knee into the creature's breastbone with a snarl.

Unarmed attack, get em, flank: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 3 = 11 for piercing damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

will reroll that, 2 novas

Unarmed attack, get em, flank: 1d20 + 5 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 3 + 2 = 19

With the drone examining the vehicle in one corner of the Warehouse, Grimace moves closer to the hole in the ground to inspect it, rolling their neck to loosen the muscles in anticipation of the fight ahead.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

[b]"Sure, if we can't use the scenario credits for Ziggy Grimace will chip in[/ooc]

Reaching the warehouse, Grimace cracks their knuckles with a grim snarl - finally hoping for a challenge in this feathered beast. It had killed the gangster but would find that Vesk was a tougher task indeed. As they stalk through the warehouse, they keep their eyes and ears peeled for signs of the stalker.

Perception round 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Perception round 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Grimace nods to Aravon, agreeing with their statement. Their Tiefling Hype man, who had from somewhere materialised a 'SMC' official shirt spoke up. "They usually only do digital ya hear? But this is a special occasion - their first physical release to promote the new album!"

Whilst Grimace does not care to acquire a copy for themselves, their hype man does,smiling up at the Vesk.

Will purchase a copy

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Again - not sure why they are wasting time in collecting an album when there is a dangerous creature to deal with - Grimace goes along with the rest of the group to queue up, using their bulk to ensure there are no cuts to avoid them losing out to rudeness. as they wait - they feel the burn start to build in their muscles - they are used to action and cardio, not standing around.

fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Fortunately they are able to stretch out and the waiting does not tire them out. As the rush happens, they do their best to ride the crowd - using their bulk to push people out the way when needed. Between them and Vyec, there seems to be an island of calm amongst the chaos.

reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Grimace chuckles at Aravon's mention of their drill sergeant and at Fitch's threat, finding it fitting for those who fail. Shrugging at what seems a simple mission - the Vesk follows the group down to E-deck and looks around with interest. The Master of Stars was certainly impressive, but it was no Veskarium Dreadnought. Like Aravon, they spin as the Children speak, looking for threats before realising it was just Human Offspring and no threat to them.

"Hmm, You best head off back to the main deck - doesn't seem like a place you should be hanging out in" Grimace's hype man says softly to the children, routing through their pockets for sweets for the children. "We'll find your friend no problem!"

Nodding with respect to Vyecmuraf for their fine shooting at the opportune moment, as far as where to go next, the Vesk shrugs indicating that their Kasathan companion should choose. Guidance had said for them to complete all of them, so Grimace didn't mind which they did first, hoping that they would lead to glorious combat as this had been fairly lacklustre on the part of the hired toughs.

Growling as their shot goes wide, Grimace takes a step forwards, more confident in the arena of close-quarters. Taking their lead from Vyecmuraf, they lash out with a vicious Knee strike at the Grey thug's midriff, seeking to draw the wind from them.

Attack vs KAC, grey: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 17 for Slashing damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Growling at the Thugs that would ambush an old lady, Grimace pounds across the wooden bridge, unslinging their plasma bolter as they do so, raising it to their shoulder with a calm practised movement. Sighting down the target indicated by Vycemuraf, they squeeze the trigger, sending a bolt of Plasma at the thug.

Attack vs Grey EAC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9 for E&F: 1d10 ⇒ 7

Unable to reach the thugs, Grimace gives a low growl and darts across the bridge, the Large Vesk slinging the Plasma Bolter from their back to their hands as their feet pound against the wood. Raising the bolter they fire at the one indicated by Vycemuraf.

EAC vs grey: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 1 = 18for E&F Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 1

Grimace rolls their eyes, the idea that any had 'accidentally' received files ringing suspicion but no matter, they had a job to do. The Vesk nods to their Tiefling who winks at Ceren conspiratorially. "Don't you fret it miss! Maybe you wanna get involved in VCZ? Not in the ring of course! Unless that's your thing - but we can always do with experts in digital design, advertisements and Pyro! Any interest?"

No Computers here, only physical skills and basic Bluff, Diplo and Intimidate, will try Profession to get her a job in the 'biz'

Profession Wrestler, take 10: 10 + 9 = 19

Stepping into the small apartment, the large Vesk is clearly uncomfortable as they hunch to avoid headbutting the ceiling and jam themselves into a tight corner. They listen intently to Vycemuraf's sales pitch and grunt the affirmative.

Meanwhile, also squished by their Vesk client, the Tiefling beams "Yeah! The society has the power to keep you two and your tomato plants safe!" they agree.

Happy to let Vyecmuraf take the lead in the questioning, with some back up from the aggressive Half-Orc, Grimace stands behind the Kasatha with the air of hired muscle, arms folded and clearly unimpressed with the weedy gardener that might be their target.

Grimace shrugs their broad shoulder to HFG, somehow indicating that they are welcome to the Android's suggestion and have no strong feelings either way. Following along to the Archives, they look around the screens with a sense of disinterest.

"Sounds stellar - i'm sure we won't let you down boss!" their Tiefling Hype Man replies with their winning smile. "Don't you worry, discretion is my middle name!"

Sorry, been busier than I planned this week

Experiencing the exhilaration through a remote and a vid-screen were less than appealing to the Vesk Warrior, who would have much preferred to feel the wind rush against their scales as they fired the guns at their foes. Glad the enjoyed victory at least, Grimace grunts in acknowledgement of a job well done.

"Well well! Starfinders with a roaring success, Laboni, we should do this again sometime - though next time, make sure you can back up your chat, we did all the work!" Grimace's Tiefling 'hype man' admonishes. "One down, three leaders to go. Where to next?"

The Vesk looms over whomever made the foolish comment to them and cracks their knuckles. Fortunately for them, the Tiefling steps in with a placating smile to their client. "Hey hey easy now! Look, the sport is plenty real, people get really hurt if you get my meaning."

@realthom Ahh, nope no idea ^^, scary though.

Grimace is happy to go for speed, but would focus two of their upgrades on weapons, whether installing a new one or reducing the attack penalty as required. It's a Vesk thing :P

At the Lorespire

Joining the others late from their graduation is a tall, heavily muscled Vesk, their scales a dark blue in colour with white and black tattoos around their eyes sockets and down their long snout to resemble a wicked skull with sharp fangs. Their Vesk armour is designed to look like a Black singlet with a akull motif similar to their facial tattoos upon the chest and the word ‘Grimace’ spelled out in red lettering down their spine. Their hands and wrists are taped up and theiir legs are clad in knee high boots made from the same armoured polymer as their top. They merely grunt at the gathered agents and at Guidance, taking the swab and the implant without much of a word.

Accompanying the Vesk is a slim athletic Tiefling with an armoured vest open to show their chest which has a black dragon tattoo and baggy trousers. They give a wicked smile and introduce the Vesk. ”To those of you unaware, my client here is The Veskarium Kyokor Grimace! Current Adrenaline Champion for VCZ Wrestling! After heading into the Scoured Stars to prove their mettle against the Jinsul, they have decided to join the Society to test themselves!”

With a low growl all their contribution, Grimace follows to Radazasms office - whilst the idea of a junk race didn't exactly thrill them, at least there was sport to be had.

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Present at the Race Track

Grimace and their ‘hype man’ look around the Racetrack and frown at the chaos and the noise. Listening to Laboni they growl at the young woman before stalking off into the yard to search for parts to build something worthy of Damaritosh.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Player Name Sethran
Character Name and number 34762-710
Faction Acquisitives
Boons

Ally: Hireling (Diplomacy, Intimidate, Bluff)
Personal: N/A
Social: Saviour of the Scoured Stars
Promotional: T-shirt (Re-roll, 2 novas)
Starship: N/A

Downtime Profession(wrestler): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

I'm happy to take this properly to get the best experiences for new timers. No scenario should ever be rushed!