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Thanks GM Ewok, a pleasure as usual.

Helps fill the void losing our Year of The Sky Key campaign has left.

"Hey, I like a nice reputation of making all parties happy. Shall we let Philt make sure he serves time and take the stone back to our handler?" The doctor suggests as they head back still ready in case other Talbot fanatics show up.

Jan grunts at the doctors suggestion. "Seems the best way to accomplish all of our goals. Might get us paid twice, too"

Seeing the man down, but receiving medical aid, Jan asks quickly "Everyone OK?" before setting up on the conjunction of the two tunnels, in case any more crazy miners come to save Talbot.

Watching the final thug drop in a spray of blood and gore, Jan immediately turns and rushes after Talbot while sheathing his blade and reloading his rifle as he moves.

Move and sheathe move to reload

Hey no big deal, I won on another table!

Day Job: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Jan grins under his helmet, the growls out "Bad move fool! You should have just given up."

Even as he staggers from the club his blade flashes out.

Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 4 = 13
Damage, S: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19
Damage, S: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

my suggestion stands. Interestingly enough prior to this mission I had gone with the soldier specialty that treated unarmed as a battle glove so maybe I could have AAO, then I recalled I went with the bombard. Too bad I had forgotten, and tog was near or I could have grenades the lot of em.

sadly, no melee out at the moment he goes by but..

Jan let's his empty rifle drop against its sling (held in left hand) and snaps his survival knife out and, without a word, slashes at the thug assaulting him.

Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage, S: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Crit: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Has he sees blood spurt he roars, "Get Talbot, I'll gut this fool and be along!"

Jan continues firing on the thug in Orange.

Attack 1, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 4 = 11
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 6

Attack 2, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 4 = 15
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 4

Seeing violence suddenly break out all over the place, Jan snaps his rifle to his shoulder and opens up on the closest thug.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 4 = 14
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 4
Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 5
Crit: 1d10 ⇒ 5

I'm guessing that might have done blue thug in? I'll narrate that but if hes still up I'll shoot him more

Seeing his first target drop in a spray of blood the soldier shifts fire to the next thug in line orange

Attack 1: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 - 4 = 2
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 8
Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 2

stupid autocorrect, that was supposed to be LOOM in the background, not look. Look isn't nearly as intimidating, or sensical

Hearing conversation, Jan hustles to catch up to their scouts, content to look in the background and let their more loquacious members perhaps talk this guy in without violence.

Fat chance

Jan grunts, "Likely. We probably aren't getting through this without gunning down a whole mess of crazies." he cocks his head for a moment, considering.

"Though that seems par for the course when working for the Starfinders."

Jan steps up, rifle raised, "I'll lead the way. Unless one of you sneaky guys wants to scout."

If no one volunteers to scout, he leads the way trusting his heavy armor and infrared sensors to keep him safe, should any trouble arise.

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

As they walk up to the mine, Jan points and notes "Recent tracks. Path looks unused before that much."

On the way out the door Jan rushes over to his miraculously unspilled bourbon and downs it in a gulp.

"Cant let good booze go to waste over a silly thing like a gunfight."

Jan grunts ar the womans words as he reloads his rifle, "To our deaths? He got an army up there? Or more talentless nobodies like you?"

Finishing loading his weapon, he grunts again. "Suppose I could use some more target practice. Better remember to add ammo expenditures to my expense list"

Looking towards the group he shrugs and asks, "On to the mines? Seems our guy is there and ready for us, might as well not keep him waiting. Sooner we get paid, the better."

Jan keeps his rifle on the shobad and eyes scanning for new threats as he glides forward and kicks her rifle and melee weapon away before asking, "We have a medic here? She might have more information."

Keeping the dying thing covered he takes a peek out the door to see if there is an angry mob out there or something.

Hunching at the gunfire whizzing past his head Jan continues his fusilade ar the big thing in the doorway.

Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 4 = 18
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 4
Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 4 = 13
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 1

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Jan grunts as the big one pummels his mind with magic, but his strong will nearly instantly shakes off the worst of it.

Snapping his rifle to his shoulder, he unloads on the offending shobhad.

Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 2
Crit Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 2
Attack, KAC: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 4 = 18
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 10

"Fat chance of that!" Jan barks as he claps his helmet on his head and checks the load on his rifle.

"This is turning out to be a great day!" he growls as he edges towards the front door, hoping to get a glimpse of the enemy conveniently bunched up for a grenade or something similarly hilarious.

Jan grunts at the question.

"I believe we are cleared to use whatever means we feel are necessary in regards to the thief. There certainly is room for us to help each other."

Aid Dip: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8

Saddened somewhat to have to leave the drinking and rabblerousing to actually do work, Jan follows the group to meet this Abadarcorp rep.

Knowing he would likely cause issues in a negotiation with corporate muckeymucks, Jan keeps his mouth shut for now.

I have the same timewarp occurance. I figured since Jan was wearing his helmet during those interactions the contact probably doesnt recognize him, and to a human all Shirrin look alike... right?

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Jan takes in the whole bar with a smile hidden behind his visor. "my kind of place!" he booms as he swaggers in, eying the out of place VIP and bodyguards in the corner. Reaching the bar he pops his lid and slams the helmet on the bar. "Bourbon! Neat." he rumbles with a smile.

Listening to the towns tale of good fortune he laughs with them, echos their toast and generally engraciates himself with the crowd with good natured bawdyness (Yeah, I made that up. Maybe bawditry?).

"Talbot eh? What a stroke of good fortune!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

Jan swaggers into town, his helmet now firmly planted on his head and the group heads to the bad.

He wasnt much good as sweet talking, but he was a fair hand at intimidating should the situation warrant, what with the heavy armor and big rifle.

Jan is cocked, locked and ready to rock!

My wife sometimes shops at the GAP. Does that mean something?

do we have a "face" character on this team?

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Seeing Togs impressive social skills, Jan assists the more charismatic (I hope) members of the group gather information, without starting a gunfight.

Although that might be a welcome diversion

Jan looks around in satisfaction ar all the neon and lawless streets. "Ah, my kind of place!" description gets a thumbs up from this 80s cyberpunk kid!

Listening to the doc, Jan offers. "a man like Talbot with some fancy artifact probably hired local muscle for security. I can ask around the usual places, see if someone saw him recruiting mercs."

Profession Mercenary: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Jan simply nods.

Jan smiles at the mission.

"Straightforward mission parameters. Excellent. Are there use of force restrictions, or our own prerogative."

As soon as I get to my laptop this afternoon I'm going to make some slight changes to Jan (swap to Bombardier instead of armor storm) and make some purchases, since my last session just ended recently.

Jan strolls in the room proceeded by the clump of heavily armored boots. The soldier was dressed in his usual battered heavy armor, dull grey and festooned with pouches holding the various accoutrements for his profession, mostly grenades and ammunition for his heavy reaction cannon.

The full face helmet of his armor was off, clipped to his belt revealing a young and scarred face, good natured smile planted on it as he walked in. 3 day stubble on his cheeks leading past friendly blue eyes to 3 day stubble on his head.

His armor, in addition to old dents and scars, well patched, contained a few suspicious burn marks that looked relatively new.

Looking at the usual eclectic collection of fellow agents, the soldier smiles and says. "Greetings. I'm Jan. They said paying work, so here I am."

it is red. Neat!

Space western sounds fun! Just finished my last mission with Jan so hes ready to rock. Just in time!

It still is a tragedy that Firefly was killed before its time.

Great time for me, pace didnt seem slow at all. Well RPed by everyone.

Thanks all!

sigh, I had a big long post that the site ate.

Jan watches the authorities arrive and secure the place while he rested and his companions searched.

When finished he simply states.

"Jobs done. Let's go get paid."

Jan takes a deep breath as the cube comes apart under their combined fire. Still he barks, "Reloading!" as he efficiently drops the spent mag and slams a new one home.

Only then after clearing the remainder of the building, he slows down and looks about.

"Whew, that was one heck of a day. How about we take ten, search this place before the authorities come or the rest of those zombies find us."

I'm good with a rest.

Thanks Sarangari! That did work. Before the last outage that didnt work on my Chrome, and I have screen rotation turned off 90% of the time, awesome!

Jan leans around the vesk in front of him as best he can and cranks off two shots at the blob thing.

"Empty" he mutters, mentally tracking his weapon's meager ammo supply.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 4 = 1
Damage, P: 1d10 ⇒ 7
Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 10

stupid changes to the site make it so I cant edit my profile via phone ATM, I'll update next time I find my laptop. Not really sure where it is

Jan hustles across the room, seeing his teammates opening fire on a cube of ... something.

"Holy hell." he grumbles as he reaches the thing.

Double move

Fortuitus reroll, you could just have kept the 1

Seeing his primary target drop in a spray of blood and the secondary flee, Jan pursues across the room, not sparing the fallen shirrin even a moment of pity. Not that he had the medical expertise to do a danged thing about it.

Double move.

Jan continues his salvo at Vrisken with a pair of shots from his place behind the table.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 4 = 14
Damage: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 = 5
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Ugh

Moving to cover behind the table, Jan again takes aim on the northern bug and fires, hoping to get it out of the fight.

Attack, KAC, get em: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 1

Naturally they want to fight Jan grumbles inwardly as he didnt hardly have time to catch his breath after the rough day his body was having yet, ever the soldier, he slides up next to Jaqweh, raising his rifle and sighting on the northern bug. Catching s good sight picture he presses the trigger.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 5

At The Stasherino's comment he growls, "They draw down on us they stop breathing. Jail? Let's save tax payers money."

Jan scoffs.

"Fix the augments?! You would dare to keep using these things? How many have you killed? A dozen, more?"

Aside to Moustache, "Aye, the authorities, or at least the starfinders need to be notified. Best do it quietly, these shirrin seem jumpy."

The soldier keep an eye on these mad doctors rifle not quite pointing at them, but close to hand.

Jan glides in with the rest of the group checking corners and not trusting these cowards any further than he can throw them.

Knowing he lacked the silver tongue of some of his team, he lets them do the talking.

Jan catches his breath some, wishing he had time to rest in case these fools got uppity but still nods at the two Vesk. "Looks like we're going in."

Looking at the mustachioed actor, "Wanna check for traps this time Mr 'stashe?"

Shaking off the effects of the combat and reloading his rifle Jan stomps to the door roaring.

"Open this thrice damned door right now or we're gonna open it for you! And if we have to those zombies will be the least of your concerns."

Intimidate Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

lol

Seeing Steelscales digging for his explosives, Jan smiles in his helmet and takes a defensive position I'm case more zombies show up.