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Haan will make himself comfortable in the swivelling chair of the turret, and put on his headset so the rest of the crew can yell either encouragement or curses at him dependent on his shooting. Grabbing the controls he switches on the turret and takes aim at the Blue fighter, and fires. Fire at will!:
Bonus breakdown incase i messed it up: BAB +2, Dex +3, Computers Bonus +2 (From ship), -4 (Firing at will)
Haan squeezes into the elevator with the others apologizes for his bulk, and wonders over to the model of the Pact world once they've entered the office. He looks longing at the representation of his homeworld Bretheda, and lets out a small sigh. Perhaps one day his exile will be lifted and he'll be allowed to go back, but for now there is a balcony with a spectacular view. Exiting the office onto the balcony he takes in the sights and allowing his mind to wander to happier times. His memories are interrupted however by Envar declaration of leaving them. "What about Vesk that guard elevator, they make trouble if you leave without us? If you want nap in office Haan will give piggy back ride on way out." Trying to sell his idea he gives Envar a double thumbs up.
Haan takes a deep breath at the end of a rather heated battle, and is glad to see his companions still standing. "Still more doors to explore Envar, so we continue tour? If not we go get food?" Being rather computer illiterate the Haan will continue to try to make small conversation with their host, and take moment to catch his breath, as the smarter people investigate.
--- As they enter the restaurant proper, Haan shakes his head and says to Envar "Sorry not have good stuff. Haan 100% natural". He turns to face the android and requests several towels. Not one for social edict he begins to wash and wipe down his entire body, "Fighting sweaty work". Finally to the Kasatha he says, "Haan would like Shirley Temple please, with extra grenadine."
Haan wipes his pike clear, the gore sailing into the audience much to his amusement, and then follows the rest of the group out under escort. "Haan like BBQ" he says to the lashunta with glasses, "You take Haan get BBQ once get shiny new bone armor? Want to know about Haan? Hm.... Haan put pointy end in bad guys till stop moving, and eat lots" He pauses as the poor lad gets up from his face plant, "Yes you pretty, red your color" he says with a chuckle indicating the trickle of blood from the Lashunta's head.
Seeing something bigger and uglier that him Haan instantly recognizes it as an enemy. Having retrieved his tactical pike the monstrous starfinder will charge towards the enemy weapon forward. Now Haan time to shine! Roaring to the audience as he charge eighty feet towards the foul creature, "This make you happy? Pointy end go in bad thing!"
Haan enters the arena behind the others, his hulking form and pike scrapping against the competitor's entrance. He starts to chuckle at the sight of the bars and poles in the center of the ring. Finally clearing the entrance he stabs his pike into the ground and leaps towards the closet pole. Swiveling on the pole he does the splits and slides down blowing kisses to the audience. At the last moment he launches himself upwards onto another pole where he extends himself outward purely on arm strenght and begins to rotate faster and faster. At the pinnacle of his speed he releases and does a double backflip to land on the ground, arms upraised to receive there applause.
With a start he stops his pike's descent towards the creepy shadow mouse in the corner, "You startle Haan, good trick!", and pats him, probably too forcefully, on the back. Haan boards on the Drake happy to see there is plenty of space for his hulking form and even his pike. Remembering they are suppose to be undercover the Haan looks around worried at the rest of the party, "Haan not good at computers or pretending... can someone help?"
Turning to the smaller bug Haan smiles, "Oh what new aug...augmant do?" the word seeming to get away from. Haan's eyes kind of glaze over as the rest of the group discusses matters in a more complex way then he is comfortable. He seems to visibly shut down for the duration of the conversation, much like the old age robots when recharging. Once the Dataphile leader mentions Team vs Team he seems to recover and asks, "Maybe enter as group will get attention? If not normal maybe he see as special show?" The Haan stops for a moment and seems to be thinking, "We get in trouble for killing in ring?" "Haan not care which ship as long as it big enough to fit me" he adds as an after-thought.
The Haan looks like he is thinking hard on a response to the comments of others, but is interrupted by the arrival of the leader of the dataphiles. Listening intently, those looking at him will notice he is experiencing something akin to verbal indigestion at the large words, he waits for the second android to finish before responding. "Playing as Gladiator not hard for one like me," for a moment it looks like he is about to twirl his pike but at the last minute things better of it, ", but not sure others can do same. Maybe can be my coaches? People who help me with harder words?" He pauses for another moment, "So bring back data on another computer not original right? Hmm does boy like to fight or just watch matches? Maybe someone could sit and watch with him to get to know better?"
Haan Christian Anderson turns his immense body towards the first android to arrive, "When outcast... learn to adapt, though put trust in trusty Haan pike". He whirls the 10ft pike in a few patterns before halting, belatedly realizing its a rather small room. Slaming his pike butt to the floor he looks abashed, "Still not use to small rooms though..." Fortunately for the Haan a human walks into break the tention, "For so many in your race i see so few" he says slightly confused. "You take head injury like me too?", he asks pointing to the humans head giving what you can only hope is a smile, "Sometimes i hear voices too"
Haan shrugs at Xochitl question, "Dunno been long time since last saw other Haan". Turning to Ella, Haan waves "Heloo Ella, i Haan Christian Anderson. You ever met Haan before?" "You make robot spiders? he asks turning to Mnamae-6, "Bad guys stand no chance if you can make nightmares real!". While putting up a brave front you can see the Haan has moved to the opposite side of the room of the droid.
The Haan looks down at the robotic lady, "This where we met His..tor..ria 7", he seems to take his time pronouncing her name like it was a very taxing thought process. "Guess you teammate for what she want". Feeling his answers are adequate the Haan starts to pick out the equivalent of belly lint from his chitin plating, pausing to sniff at it before flicking it across the room towards an empty corner.
Having finished rearranging the multi-hued hairlike spikes extending from his Abdomen Haan looks up a the question. "I call Xo" he chuckles at his clever joke before continuing holding out his pike, "Put pointy in bad. If bad far, make bad close and put pointy in" Now that the large creature has moved to converse those in the room will notice a small portion of the left side of his head is indented and seemingly missing mass. Old scars and stitching marks still remain visible and a slow drip of ichor oozes from it. This seems to be the only visible wound on the individual but perhaps the heavy golemforged plate covers more?
The door re-slides open moments after the Shirren ponders if his new allies will arrive to reveal what look like the legs and lower torso of a set of armour. An awkward scene then unfolds as the being inside the armour attempts to make its way through a door obviously too small for it. His first attempt is to merely duck a large insectoid under the frame and try to squeeze through to no avail. With an embarrassed wave to the Shirren occupying the room, the Haan then attempts to shuffle in sides way again with no success, his 15 foot pike catching the frame. Sighing in frustration and slight embarrassment he drops to the floor and wiggles on a 45 degree angle like a worm and finally makes egress into the room. Clambering to his feet and dusting off his heavy armour Haan holds out his hand to the individual in the room. "Hello, I Haan Christian Anderson, and hate doors. Who you?" His voice is deep and gruff like one would expect from his species but at the same time projects an almost childish like curiosity and lack of grammatical mastery. His eyes briefly scan the room and he lets of a disappointed sigh noticing none of the chairs will support one of his prodigious size and stature. Not wanting to be a bad Haan he leans against the wall while awaiting a response and the arrival of the rest of the Starfinders.
Society Rebuilder is Gen Con 2017 Boon #5 and does the following:
Spoiler: Society Rebuilder:(Limited Use): The Starfinder Society rests on the brink of ruin, and only a new generation can steer it back to success. You understance the importance of unity, and the roles that the Society's numerous factions must play in keeping the Starfinder Society together.
Benefit: Anytime you play in a scenario that grants additional Reputation with a faction that you do not posses the champion Faction boon for (Such as Dataphile Champion or Wayfinders Champion), you can cross this boon of your Chronicle sheet to earn that Faction boon without having to pay the requiste 2 fame.
Chronicle: 5
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