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Harrac looks down at the spear in awe, "that. was. awesome! Of all the days not to stream!" He giggles when Karyn touches his neck, shying away, "that tickles Karyn! But thanks."

Harrac oofs as the elemental slams a fist into his side. He uses the momentum to help him swing the big spear.

{M} Plasma Spear {A} Attack
SP 0/45 HP 22/41 Photon Mode 3

Inubrix Spear: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Fire Dmg: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (2, 4) + 13 = 19
Rei Crit Fire: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (6, 3) + 13 = 22

Harrac steps back at the repeated blows from the elemental. It's enough that he finally hears Karyn. He glances at her and then turns to the menhir, "On it!" Shots fly over his head as he ducks and runs, gripping the spear and ripping it out, "GET OVER HERE!"

Move and grab spear
SP 0/45 HP 35/41 Photon Mode 3

Harrac takes the slam in stride, roaring in response and lighting his weapon up with flames. He hacks at the elementals face.

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23  for Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

{M} Plasma Sheath {A} Attack
S 8/45 Photon Mode 3

Harrac takes a knee and pumps his fist when the spear rips into the menhir which fortunately makes him a smaller target as the spirit flies across the room. Most of the acid misses him, but the elemental certainly grabs his attention. His weapon instantly in hand, he swings it up at the creature

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17  for Slashing Dmg: 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

S 24/45 Photon Mode 2

Harrac scoffs at the solider, you could just shoot it Talc but as Karyn just demonstrated, if you hit it in the right place, you'll be FAR more effective! He hefts the spear and lets it fly toward the menhir, hitting the same fracture Karyn saw and splitting it a little further.

Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Inubrix Spear: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Fire Dmg: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (2, 1) + 13 = 16
Crit Fire Dmg: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (4, 2) + 13 = 19

Harrac spins the spear in his hands, "very nice! Yes, this will certainly do!"

Harrac helps Karyn adjust Iteration-177 so they're not completely slumped against the wall. He holds body parts as needed for Rei as she gets to work.

He doesn't let his guard drop, however, keeping a constant eye out for what could have done this. He catches Talc's eye and mumbles, "be ready for a trap."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Ok so he lets his guard down a little bit. smh

Harrac is subdued as the history lesson unfolds, aware that other species may have similar tales about his own people's conquest.

"Sounds like a plan Karyn. Lead the way. Re, are you able to tell how old that loop is?"

Harrac grumbles when Karyn offers up his stuff, "the Harracsters are going to hear about this Karyn! Maybe they'll talk to your manager!" He breaks when he sees that Rei is tapping her foot while holding out her hand. He grins and claps Talc on the back, at a loss for words.

stupid meeting - lost my train of thought. but it was hilarious I tell you!

Harrac chuckles as the shelf falls, "good idea Karyn, antagonize the space ghosts!" He looks around but nothing interesting jumps out at him. "anything else we need here? On to the museum?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Sounds good. I can't even get any content with all this dust. How are you holding up Rei? Is this the threesome you had in mind Talc?"

Not it. Rei or bypass :)

Harrac smiles and nods, "sure Rei, we know you're the top. Just don't lose my invite!" He starts edging toward the secret door, in case the conversation turns south.

Harrac looks at Skrivixx and points to his own head, appearing to think really hard, [i]will we piss this thing off if we just ignore it? Should we let it pilot Talc?[/ooc] He chuckles.

Not sure if he can read my mind or if it's one way. :)

Harrac looks around, "That's kind of you to offer your fiance Talc, I knew you too were a little kinky. So spirit guy, what does this bondage entail? And how long is it? Talc's safe word is Fluggaenkoecchicebolsen, right Rei?"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Harrac makes a good show of bending down to examine the prints, "yeah, they, uh, clearly went from here to that wall on the left and then, uh, the altar, and then that crack."

Harrac's adrenaline is flowing so he takes a few moments to settle down beside Karyn, "we need to find more of those!"

RP to restore Stamina. SP 45/45, HP 34/41 RP 4/5

Ouch. Thanks for the Stam Skrivixx
{A} Attack
S 0/45, HP 34/41 RP 5/5 EAC 18 KAC 20 Photon Mode 3

Harrac takes the blow and returns the favor, "the one time I'm not streaming and we meet someone fun!"

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + 16 + (4) = 23

{A} Attack
S 0/45, HP 41/41 RP 5/5 EAC 18 KAC 20 Photon Mode 3

Harrac's knees begin to buckle as the elemental bears down. "That's what she said, eh Talc?! Save some for your wedding night!" He swings his blade upward, trying to get a good angle, a grin plastered across his face as it works, "now that's what I'm talking about!"

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + 16 + (3) = 24
Crit Bleed: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Crit Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + 16 + (4) = 23

Harrac grins as the elementals pound him, "Excellent! Now let's play with some fire!" His weapon begins to glow and he swings again.

{M} Plasma Sheath {A} Attack
S 19/45, HP 41/41 RP 5/5 EAC 18 KAC 20 Photon Mode 2

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + 16 + (3) = 21

The formerly agitated motes whip down to Harrac's first as he takes the brunt of the elemental's swing. A blade that seems to absorb the light appears, and flashes in an arc toward the prone elemental.

{M} Solar weapon {A} Attack
S 33/45, HP 41/41 RP 5/5 Photon Mode 1
Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 14 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + 14 + (3) = 20

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Physical Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Harrac nods at Rei's assessment, "look, someone even has the old Watney tent. Comes with a starter bag of poop. I haven't seen one of those in ages!" He moves to follow the tracks, his stellar motes whipping around his arm.

"what about other androids Rei? Any way to detect them from up here? I don't want Talc thinking this is his bachelor party or something!"

Harrac has Ceremonial plate, officer environmental protections which should be good for -20 to +140.

Harrac rolls his eyes at Talc's obsession with "piloting" everything he touches. He finishes typing up a post and hits submit, "had to let my fans know I was going to be offline for a few days. Don't want them to worry!" He looks up at the FIrst Seeker, "with all due respect, sir, I assume our Starfinder careers will be done if someone finds out what we're doing? Do you expect anyone else to be there? At all?"

Harrac returns Brigadier Teshgari's look, "with respect ma'am, the decision to classify our mission is well above our pay grade and would be a Society determination. I'm sure there's common ground where the Allsix Assist are honored for their ... contribution and the Veskarium's reputation is unharmed. You've shown you are someone who leads from the front and does not dodder in the back trying to manage what other people do and say. Think of this as an opportunity to craft the message with the Society."

Diplo: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Earlier
Harrac raises an eye at Rei, "your boyfriend is the one who wants this Tammy, not me. That was a grenade you heard, your .. whatever's grenade."

Now
Harrac steps forward, "me?! There's something wrong with your sensors if you think I wanted this! Let's sit down and sort this out!

Diplo: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Harrac stands to the side, "it'll take me a moment to charge up again. I guess use a grenade." Harrac is clearly uncomfortable with the idea but is not going to stop Talc from killing the babies.

Harrac preens at Brigadier Teshgari's praise and appreciates the respite to repair some of the damage done. SP 24/24 HP 20/27 RP 2/3

He stops and stares with the others at the mound, a sense of unease settling over him, "whelps, sir? That doesn't seem quite as sporting."

Harrac groans as they resist most of his blast, he'd hoped to impress Brigadier Teshgari. He's about to attack the alpha again when the smaller
one yanks him over. Taking advantage, he quickly reignites the plasma sheath and strikes.

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 for Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21

HP 0/24 HP 20/27 RP 3/3
Photon Attuned 1

Harrac's yells over to Talc, "get out of the way little buddy!" He takes a guarded step forward as he clenches his hands and begins to glow a bit.

HP 7/24 HP 27/27 RP 3/3
Photon Attuned 0 or 3

Harrac's jaw drops at the giant stridermande. He activates his plasma sheath and tries to cut it.

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18  for 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

Move for Plasma Sheath
Photon Attuned 2

Harrac lunges through the door, flinching as Karyn's dart embeds itself inches away from his head. He positions himself so he's out of her way and begins drawing energy as his solar weapon slices into the orange stridermander.

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18  for Slashing: 1d6 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Photon Attuned 1

"Compy! Buddy, pal, do you know Clippy? Man I haven't seen them in forever. I got hit in the head and my memory is a bit shot, can you give me a clue?"

Diplo: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Harrac leans over to Karyn, "aren't they cute? Acting like they're already married." He laughs when even Rei can't turn "the computer" on. He looks around to see if there's an obvious power cable snaking out of the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Harrac tries to repeat his earlier success, infusing his solar weapon with fire and slashing at the undamaged stridermander.

Solarian Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24  for Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
{Earlier} Wow, that's a really old entertainment rig.

Previewed that an hour ago and forgot to submit.
SP 16/24 HP 27/27 RP 3/3

Harrac stalks off where Talc points, pausing at the door to see if he can hear or see anything.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Harrac is too busy looking around to notice any writing.

Harrac curses under his breath and his weapon takes on a fiery sheen. He swings at the red? whelp that bit him.

{M} Plasma Sheath {A} Attack
Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22  Fire Dmg: 1d6 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

SP 16/24 HP 27/27 RP 3/3 Photon Attuned 1

Harrac nods, "that seems to make the most sense. Does anyone know how these creatures communicate? The big ones may already know we're here anyway."

Harrac looks at the tiny furballs and smiles, "these are too cute to hunt, let's keep looking." He searches around for larger tracks that might indicate where to go.

Just in case, he jerks his wrist and the Solarian mote races down his arm to form into a blade.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Harrac walks around there area for a minute before focusing on a fresh set of tracks, "they most recently went this way."

Harrac looks over Rei's shoulders, hopeful he can assist but not at all surprised when he can barely tell what they're looking at. He steps back and whispers to Talc, "is that a bowl of pasta?"

Survival assist: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Diplo: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Harrac launches into a long-winded tale of all his exploits and how they've prepared him for this moment. He can see some of his stories resonate but he presses on even when he sees that Teshgari has bored of him, thereby squandering any good impression he may have made.

Harrac nods, "yeah Skillet, Talc probably has something for the burning."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6   Any bonus for being Vesk? ;)
Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Harrac's face lights up as the food is set down. He immediately reaches out and takes some food, popping it in his mouth, "this is really good. Nice spice ..." He trails off as his eyes start to redden and steam starts coming out of his nose. He head tingles as he sits back, "that ... that is a little hotter than my mother used to make."

Diplo: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Harrac stands at attention before the table, "it is my privilege to be here for your sir, err ma'am, sir! I am Harrac Lokeshinkoro-Orr from the Veskarium of course. I am teaching these people the Vesk ways." His comms unit starts playing the Dancing Among the Stars theme song and he slaps at it as his face turns a peculiar shade. "We recently won Pact World Warrior and saved Strawberry Machine Cake from certain death. We are your service ma'amSIR!" He takes a knee beside the table, bowing his head.

Harrac nods along with the others but says nothing. He knows the stakes for him personally are quite a bit higher. He'll do everything in his power not to look like a fool.

Harrac elbows Talc, "taking notes for your honeymoon eh?"