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Thank you!

Henga smoothes her feathers back into place. "We did find a lot of information about the First Ones. More disturbingly, much of the information pointed to the First Ones being more destructive than we first believed. I don't think we want them to come back, at least not yet. Twilight, did you get more information than that?"

Day Job, Profession (Writer): 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 13 + 1 = 29

The dinosaur shakes smouldering bits of wire off her feathers as she recalibrates where the danger is. She scurries back towards GRIM, leveling another shot at the technological monster.

"Hey, buggie, you should get some real feathers to fly! I promise, they're amazing!"

Diplomacy to Trick: 1d20 + 11 + 5 + 1d6 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 5 + (5) - 2 - 2 = 25 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1 and Trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Pew pew (skipshot pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 for Piercing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3 with 2 bleed and ominous

Henga moving around the room, ending with a tumble to stand behind the anacite.

"Here I come to save the day..." she sings as she pulls out a knife to stab it in the knee.

Acrobatics to avoid AO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Diplomacy to Trick: 1d20 + 11 + 5 + 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 5 + (5) - 2 = 38 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3 and Trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Smacky: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 for Slashing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

I found where all the good rolls were hiding

Apologies for dropping off the face of the earth. My last two weeks have been nonstop. What you posted is fine.

Henga skitters around the outside, trying to keep away from The Big One.

"Have I talked to you about our Lord and Savior, Ssena’ssess?'

Diplomacy to Trick: 1d20 + 11 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 5 + (4) = 21 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2 and Trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Pew pew (thunderstrike sonic pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 for Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1 deafen DC15, if it matters

"Are you sure we can't come to terms?" Henga continues to back towards the Starfinders. Maybe she can do some more good there, since attacking sure isn't helping right now.

Diplomacy to Trick: 1d20 + 11 + 5 + 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 5 + (6) - 4 = 36 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3 and Trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Pew pew (thunderstrike sonic pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 for Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

"Are you folks ok back here?" she asks, glancing back at Kinpopo, though including the others in her gaze.

Henga scampers across the battlefield, swapping to her thunderstrike pistol and continuing her engaging banter.

"I really think we should talk things through without resorting to raining death upon the nonbelievers."

Diplomacy to Trick red: 1d20 + 11 + 5 + 1d6 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 5 + (6) - 3 = 37 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1 and Trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Pew pew (thunderstrike sonic pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 for Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

The woes of the low level operative...

@Twlight, the range of magic missile is medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level). @GM, does red have any spells on them

"Hello, friends. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting somewhere less fiery." Henga moves closer, aiming at red.

Diplomacy to Trick: 1d20 + 11 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 5 + (2) = 21 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2 and Trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Pew pew (skipshot pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 for Piercing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4 with 2 bleed and ominous

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Definitely not what we've heard about the First Ones in the past."

Yes, return to base, unless there's something else to investigate here.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 -5 on religions

"'Preparation'? Why would the war robots be a preparation robot?" Henga tells folks what's in the culture check.

"If that's what we can divine on this side, let's complete this side and continue onwards." She lines up behind someone else (probably GRIM*!). Heading into A2

Henga helps with the translations.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 7a
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 7b
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 7c
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 7d
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 7e
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 7f
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 7g
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 7h
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 7i
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 7j

"Veeeery interesting. They are very obsessed with longevity."

Culture aid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"It would be helpful if we could actually *bring* the Eternity Key with us when we're exploring. Very useful for opening doors and such." She looks at the maps that her companions provide. "Where to, space fans? I'm not picky."

Suggestion: pick a side, start at the "top" (A7e or A7j), work our way down, through the room we started in, then back up the other side?

"I'd love to hear what you find out from your acquaintances when you contact them. I'm both confused and concerned."

Henga can make checks for all three skills, but is technically only trained in Mysticism.

"This place is...very strange. An intersection of magic and technology I have not seen."

Computers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

She will attempt to fly.

"I agree, Twilight. That was a very odd way to be for a minute. We should investigate that further at some point."

Henga waits patiently for the group to work together, while she skims through the recovered message. "I thought the First Ones were peaceful. They made the anacites and some other stuff and just left. What would they do with orbital weaponry?"

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Henga quivers as the shifting realities assault her senses. Focusing on the other Henga, she attempts to figure out how to Make It Stop!

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Robots are frequently sentient on this planet, so I didn't want to assume, Twilight."

Henga has an ability when she recovers stamina, but she didn't take any damage. *sigh*

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"GRIM, I love your idea, but wait a minute. I hear something on the other side, but it keeps changing. Maybe we should open the door quietly and look in. If there's nothing there, *then* throw the robot in."

Henga squawks as her meat shield staggers, pouring blood everywhere. She moves back away from the robot and continues trying to talk it down.

"I promise we only want to search for information!"

Diplomacy to Trick: 1d20 + 11 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 3 + (1) = 22 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1 and Trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Pew pew (thunderstrike sonic pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 for Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Henga hides behind GRIM*!, rather easily since he's more than twice her size, and fires at the robot from around one of his legs.

"Mr. Robot, sir, would you please stop attacking us. We really are on your side and would prefer not to injure you."

Diplomacy to trick: 1d20 + 11 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 5 + (2) = 27 for Trick Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Pew pew (thunderstrike sonic pistol): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 for Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

trick bonus decrease: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Henga peers past GRIM*!'s legs into the room. "Ooh, I wonder if anyone missed something." She scuttles past a few folks and looks through the discards. "It amazing what people will throw away."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"How about the one which is already open?

"Do they all go to the same place? What size are they?" Henga asks, stepping back behind GRIM*! in case of attack.

Henga peers around curiously.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

She covers her head with a feathered arm as dust continues to rain down. "It looks like no one has been here in forever. Should we check out the door that's ajar?"

"More information is always good, especially since there aren't a lot of experts in First Ones writing. We're heading for a data repository, so someone should be able to give a thorough test." Henga still looks a little dubious about the tech, but is willing to give it a shot.

She grins at GRIM*! "Those Who Stop doesn't sound quite right. Maybe Those Who Defend? Those Who Investigate? Those Who Find? Hmmm..." She begins running through possible names for the team.

Henga peers at the bushy tail. "Seems unlikely to be someone breaking in under the noses of the guards. Let's ask!" She trots over and looks up the pylon. "Hellooooo up there. Whatcha doing?"

Henga smiles at the hologram. "Actually, I'm mostly a diplomat with a side of priest. I've never been a spellcaster."

When they reach Hope-01, Henga is...interested, but definitely not enthralled. "Hi, Hope, nice to meet you. We've been asked to investigate a potential data archive. Anything you can help us with?"

"Definitely interested in anything we can use to talk to these Those Who Do Things cults. I find I much prefer trying diplomacy before thrashing them." You're pretty sure Henga couldn't thrash someone if she tried.

"But let's check with Hope-01 and see if he has anything new for us first. A lexicon would be useful, so I definitely want to stop by Kinpopo, too."

I can roll Culture or Dip if there's a reason, but I'm guessing GRIM knows everything. :)

I have plenty, so works for me. :)

Henga pauses for a moment. "I suppose it was an effective use of the weapon, but an expensive one-use item." She turns to Twilight Glimmer. "I like your pistol. That's a great way to keep your...er...hooves free."

I realized I have actually played this scenario before. If you want me to bow out, I'm happy to do so.

"Why would you hit someone with a gun that way? That's not usually how you do it. Or is that a strange custom from your people?"

A small adorable feathered dinosaur peeks her head in the tent, eyes absorbed by the equally adorable unicorn. "Hi folks, I'm Henga." Her eyes go *very* wide as she looks up (and up and up) at the shobad. "WOW, you are very very tall! Color me impressed."

She grins, showing small sharp teeth at everyone. "So, what are we all doing here?"

I will update my stats tonight, I hope.