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When Sparks asks about the computer banks, Jord seems to startle. I left my targeting system engaged. It disrupts my logic centers to some degree. Thank you, Sparks, for reminding me. Deactivating targeting system now. With that, Jord pulls out his computer and joins Sparks at the terminal. He looks down at her and a small smile actually crosses his face. You are a very good companion. He says plainly. Checking databases for any useful information:
With his new heavy armor, Jord clomps into the room and stands between Drogo and the Red Archon, while hopefully leaving a clear shot for his party on the Orange. His targeting computer is still on Orange, so he takes his shot, but calls out to the Exile.
Jord nods in agreement to Sparks as he shrugs on the squad armor. A logical argument, Ms Sparks. I admire your courage in this situation. Ysoki are fascinating creatures. Having donned the armor and taken a frag grenade, Jord is ready. Once the doors open, he peeks from behind the doorway and squeezes off a shot at the Orange archon with his laser rifle. To the party, he says:
- vs Orange
- note: due to Memory Module, all DCs to ID alien life are -5 due to Jord’s expertise in Xenobiology
I have programming in the use of thrown projectiles and am happy to take one of the frag grenades if there is one left. If no one else has use of the squad armor, I can utilize it. I have no need of being nimble. If you allow my to take the armor, it would therefore be logical for me to take the vanguard.
If given the armor, Jord will offer to open the door with his rifle at the ready. Otherwise, he'll remain in back with rifle ready to shoot over Sparks' prone form. Squad Defiance Series Armor: Price: 1,220
EAC Bonus: 5 KAC Bonus: 8 Maximum Dex Bonus: 1 Armor Check Penalty: -4 Speed Adjustment: -10 Bulk: 3 Hardness: 11 Hit Points: 24 The defiance series of heavy armor is the workhorse of squad armor. A formed hard shell overlays a suit of para-aramids, creating a bulky and solid protective outfit. Defiance series helmets have wide, tinted visors to allow peripheral vision.
Jord looks at Sparks dispassionately and then looks around at the rest of the party, stating: We lawfully entered this abandoned structure. I do not regret our actions and we only returned force against a hostile foe. Tactically, we made the correct choice, there is no such thing as a "curse". You are simply attributing causation based on your predetermined belief system, Drogo. Then, upon hearing the voice over the intercom, he states calmly but with determination: Stand down your defenses. We are here on a peaceful mission and do not intend harm to anyone unless threatened.
Jord steps up to Drogo with his laser rifle drawn and scans the area for threats and any technology. Switching on targeting computer. He murmurs as he activates his internal Exocortex Combat Tracking function. As he looks around, he glances at the being on the ground to see if he recognizes the species. Rolls:
. If the check is for Xenobiology, my Theme Knowledge reduces the DC by 5. Theme Knowledge: You are an expert in one particular field of study, and your passion for the subject shows. Choose either Life Science or Physical Science and then choose a field of specialization. If you pick Life Science, you can specialize in bioengineering, biology, botany, ecology, genetics, xenobiology, zoology, or another field of biological science. If you pick Physical Science, you can specialize in astronomy, chemistry, climatology, geography, geology, meteorology, oceanography, physics, or another field of physical science. The DC of skill checks to recall knowledge about your specialty is reduced by 5. Your chosen skill is a class skill for you, though if it is a class skill from the class you take at 1st level, you instead gain a +1 bonus to checks with your chosen skill. In addition, you gain an ability adjustment of +1 to Intelligence at character creation.
Jord looks closely at Caldar's wounds and says: Our furry friend is correct, I will aid you, but we must go now. None of us will last long in this storm. Turning he peers after the Ysoki rushing into the gale. Quietly, he states flatly cocking his eyebrow: It will not recharge me. Jord moves out double move and tries to get into the next shelter. He will try to remain with Caldar in case he goes down (I'm assuming Caldar's base speed is also 30'?).
from Starjammer SRD:
Stamina Points and Hit Points Whenever you take damage, it first reduces your Stamina Points (Sp). Any damage you take beyond your Stamina Points reduces your Hit Points (HP). When your Hit Point total reaches 0, you fall unconscious and are dying, and you lose 1 Resolve Point (RP) each round unless you are stabilized. When your Resolve Points reach 0 but you would lose additional Resolve Points from dying or for any other reason, you’re dead. For example, if you have 6 Stamina Points and take 9 damage, your Stamina Points are reduced to 0, you lose 3 Hit Points, and all subsequent damage reduces your HP until you regain Stamina Points. See Injury and Death for more information.
If party is in shelter:
Jord moves quickly into the ruined hut, his eyes squinting against the storm. As Caldar stumbles in, he quickly reaches out as the poor Lashunta nearly falls. I am afraid I do not have any means of healing you, but I will attempt to guard you against further damage. Perhaps we can rest here to regain some of our strength?
Jord will then keep a lookout for activity on the far side with his rifle drawn and at the ready. If party is NOT in shelter: As Uli aids Dr Buse, Jord strains his eyes against the storm, he continues to move into the area, rifle drawn and ready for any attacks. Thinking to himself: I could be sitting at a nice modded Tier 3 computer terminal running interference for a coordinated hack while sipping on a nice steaming cup of Earl Gray, but I have to be out here in the ?!?
Jord stands motionless at the edge of the gorge, apparently oblivious to the storm around him. He studies the bridge structures closely and doesn't even notice Uli's dash across the bridge. Then, slowly raising up his head, he says to the rest of the crew with calm certainty:
. To minimize risk, Jord will only attempt to cross if no one else is on the bridge. Cable is still attached to his flight suit.
Addt saving throw info:
Spellbane: Benefit: You gain a +2 insight bonus to saving throws against spells and spell-like abilities.
Constructed (racial trait): +2 racial bonus to saving throws against disease, mind-affecting effects, poison, and sleep, unless those effects specifically target constructs. In addition, synthetic creatures do not breathe or suffer the normal environmental effects of being in a vacuum. Still talking in a quiet and emotionless voice despite the raging storm around him, Jord says: It appears that the way forward is directly across this bridge. I am happy to inspect the integrity and ensure it is sound before we attempt a crossing. If someone can assist me, either by inspecting the bridge as well or (looking up at Drogo) holding my titanium cable to prevent me from falling, I will begin my inspection of the bridge. With that, Jord will ready himself to inspect the bridge by attaching the cable to his suit. Once secured, he will unsling his laser rifle. Using his dark vision, he will peer across the storm ravaged area to look for any movement in the buildings. He will also ponder meteorology and any creatures that he might see.
Skill checks:
To the rest of the crew: I do not think we need to continue this dialogue. These primitive humanoids have nothing to offer and we should head for the outpost. That is our primary mission. We can bring this Karbaa back or perhaps the exile as well. It seems the answers lie out there. Jord has darkvision, so I’m ready whenever everyone else is.
Jord continues to dispassionately observe and listen. When the tall leader mentions the Exile, he turns to join the conversation. On a hunch he tries to speak in a few other languages to see if there are any common words or any languages close enough to communicate (Brethedan, Common, Kasatha, Shirren). This Exile, what did they do to deserve banishment? Were they from this village or one of the many others around here? Would you like us to remove the exile and stop his or her forbidden ways?
Jord walks away from the cylinder game mid-throw and joins the group as the translator begins to function. He looks around for anything technological. Seeing the primitive manner of the locals and their primitive village, he inwardly sighs and remains nearly motionless and utterly expressionless in the back. He thinks: I will wait for this to be over so we can move on to something useful. How am I to generate a comprehensive report by interacting with a pre-digital society? - Looking for anything out of the ordinary or any signs of technology (hidden or otherwise).
Jord impassively remains in the back, motionless other than his eyes moving between his companion's "antics" and the aliens. His only facial expression is his cocked eyebrow.
Having nothing better to do, he walks over to the 2 chasing the cylinder. If there doesn't appear to be a threat anywhere, he will shoulder his rifle. Is this some form of game or sport? Perhaps they will let me join them. I really don't understand organics, but it seems like this is what we are supposed to do.. Jord attempts to mime his intentions to play with them after observing how the game seems to be working. Speaking overly slow and enunciating somewhat absurdly:
- to determine how to play
Jord turns his head to stare blankly at the small Ysoki. Dryly he says: That is not advisable. They live to feed, not to initiate conversations. He turns his gaze back to his engineering screen and continues via the comms: It appears we have defeated it, engines are primed, but we can stand down if all are in agreement.
As he sees the whelp turn to flee, Jord thinks to himself: I wonder if these creatures are valuable? That crystalline skin seems to be worth something.
The whelp is retreating. I will attempt to boost the engines for pursuit.
Jord thinks to himself: I wish this thing would just leave us alone! I thought we would have scared it off after dealing so much damage. Looks like there's no turning back now.
Hearing Caldar grunt in frustration, Jord 1-2's finger fly over his station's input device and boosts the sensory arrays. Over the comms, he intones: Propulsion systems returning to normal operation. Enhancing sensory arrays.
Seeing the enormous Whelp right outside the ship on the sensors, Jord 1-2's eyes widen, but his voice remains steady as he speaks into the comms, fingers hovering over the engineering panel. Sparks, I can continue to boost your thrusters, but if we are going to remain at this distance from the creature, I will divert power to the weapons.
Seeing the scans, Jord-1-2 tries to recall what this might be.
Over the ship's comm, he calmly states: That appears to be a Besmaran whelp. I believe it will attempt to consume our ship and likely us with it. I will pull up the information on the ship's computers if anyone else would like to learn more about this creature. Might I suggest evasive action? Captain, I'm diverting auxiliary power to the ship's engine. You should now have increased thrusters.
Jord-1-2 watches in a detached manner as the other alien creatures enter, at most he returns a nod if anyone actually greets him. As an android, he is (unfortunately) used to being ignored. However, as soon as the party enters the room and Guidance buzzes to life, Jord-1-2 stares transfixed at the hologram and, even more, at the cluster of computers. Even though his face is poorly designed to express emotions, it is difficult to miss his open awe at what he sees. By the maker, this creature is consciousness in it's purest form. How I would desire to attain her level of perfection. She is nearly pure information without any burden of a physical form. I should return after this assignment and learn as much as I can from her. He thinks. Then composing himself he addresses the bank of computers (ignoring the hologram). Guidance, Jord-1-2. For what purpose do you send us to this outpost. I can not conclude any rational goal for uncovering the cause of the demise of a colony after loss of contact for over 200 years. Is there greater justification for the Starfinder Society to utilize the resources of these agents? If none exists, I will still comply in order to obtain the knowledge of this lost sector. The pursuit of information is justification in itself. End transmission. After hearing the party discuss the selection of the ship, Jord looks to Dr Buse, nods and says simply: Knowledge is power.
Boons: Faction: Dataphiles Champion (I think I've earned this)
Social: Faction's Friend Slotless: Starfinder Society Care Package, Marked Field Agent, Star Sugar Heartlove!!!
Originally a tactical frame, the android you see has remnants of military purpose, but many components (legs, portion of torso, tactical HUD, etc) have been either replaced or hacked into at some point in the past. What was once an android built for defusing or laying down bombs now appears to lack any functionality in that area. Cables and wires drape from various access ports and a variety of input jacks are present on its forearms and chest. While some androids seek to appear as organic as possible, this android has taken no effort to hide his mechanical background. Remnants of carbon fiber "flesh" are present over portions of the body, including the face, but the majority is an unadorned metallic chassis. Various sections have been sliced into and re-wired or grafted with various hardware. Overall, its look is not unpleasant, but has more of a practical look to it. Certainly no one would mistake this android for a human. As with most androids, his expression and tone of voice are absolutely flat and nearly impossible to read. Greetings, I am J-class ordinance drone, model one-two. You may find that it is more efficient to utilize the designation Jord-1-2 and are welcome to use it. The prospect of exploring an abandoned station is intriguing. I have detailed files on computer programing and ship's systems prepared in my memory storage. Unfortunately my ordinance and most small arms sub-routines have been deleted and many of my more robust servos in my limbs have been removed to make space for data storage and access junctions , so I cannot offer much in the way of martial support. I will endeavor to support those of you with more...physical prowess by gaining access to any computer systems that we may encounter. End transmission. |
