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Hawthorne repositions himself and swaps out his pistol for his rifle. He hefts the rifle and pulls the trigger a little too quickly.

◆ Stride
◆ Interact
◆ Strike vs. Green: Magnetar Rifle (E), Get'em: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 = 12
P: 1d12 ⇒ 10

Reflex (E): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Fortitude (T): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

As the pulse washes through him, Hawthorne's face becomes more blemished, and his eyes turn brown. "That was odd." When he notices Hoshi's change in hair color, he touches his own hair and tries to catch his reflection in his datapad.

Hawthorne takes careful aim past Zmiersch and waits until he has a critical piece of the ooze in his sights. He fires and then fires again more quickly.

◆◆ Weakening Strike vs. Yellow: Semi-Auto Pistol (E), Get'em: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 1 = 19 (cover reduced by 1)
P: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (2) = 5 + (clumsy 1, 2 on critical)
◆ Strike with Aim vs. Yellow: Semi-Auto Pistol (E), Get'em: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 1 - 5 = 21 (cover reduced by 1)
P: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (2) = 8

Hawthorne swaps out his rifle for the pistol at his waist as they move into narrower spaces.

"Then I am glad I don't work in a Vesk nursery," Hawthorne quips back and then coughs, punished by the fumes.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Hawthorne covers his mouth and coughs as he nears the fumes. ”You didn’t warn—“*cough*

"Best not to leave this for later," Hawthorne agrees and moves to assist the shirren.

"Right. So let's get inside that thing," Hawthorne says.

Arcana (T): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"Hmm. That residue looks like a dried magical elixir," Hawthorne posits. At the same time, he draws his rifle from over his shoulder. "How many syringes didn't we find, and how many something-other-than cephalapises are roaming out here?"

Arcana (T): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

(In anticipation of Hoshi pointing them out.)

Perception (E): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Hawthorne stops paying attention to his datapad as they enter the range of the debris. He keeps an eye out for trouble.

Search now. If there's digital curiosities once we get inside, then Investigate (computers).

Hawthorne fidgets with the screen on his datapad as they hike back. "Those security beacons were the hardest part of that assignment," he comments absently. "Infuriatingly so."

Hawthorne has picked up a few things on the infosphere.

Identify Magic: Arcana (T): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Hawthorne cocks his head to the side as he observes the electrical storm. "Maybe I could fashion a conduction net to focus some of that energy more to one side," he muses. He takes some spare wire and random bits of metal debris to try to fashion something. "Analog has its iwn unique charm. Sometimes."

Thievery (T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Perception (E): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Perception (E): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Hawthorne arches an eyebrow and half-heartedly chuckles.

Once the boundary markers blink to life, Hawthorne sighs. "Program the network," he says as he reads the dubious instructions on his datapad. After a brief pause, he murmurs, "I think I know a better way."

Lore (infosphere) (T): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Hawthorne pinches and spreads the schematic on his datapad, twists his hand, and leans in close to peer at the instructions with one eye. "Written by skittermanders," he mumbles.

Hawthorne searches for troubleshooting videos on the installation of this brand of sensors. "Are we sure we don't have a crate of defective boundary markers?" Then he tries again.

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

I understand very well. No worries!

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Hawthorne taps the datapad on his wrist to begin playing a downloaded playlist. He then taps the pad a few more times to lower the volume. Finally, he calls up the installation instructions for the beacons on his pad and begins to put them together.

"Getting those automated systems running is going to make everyone safer when we scout our way to the ship," Hawthorne points out. He slips an ear bud into place. "I'd suggest getting that done first. You can watch our back, Obozaya."

Feel better soon!

Hawthorne pops his earbuds out of his ears and slips them into a pocket. "Presumably. What specifically do you want done? Then I could better gauge my current state of preparation."

Faint light flickers across Hawthorne's irises. The image on his datapad changes, and those sitting close enough to him can hear one of Syzygy's songs coming from his earbuds.

I could have sworn I posted this:

Hawthorne - Blake's Tiger/Tim M - 230524-2701 - 0 XP - 3 credits

A youngish human man unslings a rifle from over his shoulder and tosses his pack on the floor of the shuttle. He takes a seat. His clothing--rather inexpensive and cut in a style popular on Absalom Station--over a second skin, which occasionally flickers with LED tracings. With ear buds in both ears and comm pad running an audio player, he gives a weak smile and says, "My name is Hawthorne. I'm at least one of your hackers."

Here

https://paizo.com/products/btq0e20l?Community-Use-Package-Starfinder-Second -Edition-Iconic-Pregenerated-Characters

Registered the character and dotted. You can de-click Sophia now.