Something's come up IRL, and I won't have the time to keep up with this game. I need to drop out. I apologize for the trouble and wasting everyone's time. Dropping a game isn't something I take lightly.
Thanks for understanding.
I look forward to playing with all of you again in the future.
A fierce looking vesk with horns circling the top of her head like a spiked crown stalks into the room. Her scales are a mix of mottled black that never reflects light and bright white that almost seems to glow. She is well muscled and just under seven feet tall. Clearly a warrior! Curiously, the only weapon she seems to bear is a small laser pistol. On her back is a simple backpack, and attached to her belt are a wide array of healing serums. A glowing orb of bright white light orbits her head, following her wherever she goes.
With a wide, reptilian smile, the vesk stalks forward. "Greetings! I am Julakesh Starfist, a LEGEND among Starfinders!" Her white scales seem to glow with pride. "The honour is YOURS!"
She looks around at the other Starfinders, then places her hands on her hips. "You look at least half-competent! Good! If you're a quarter as capable as I am we'll be a formidable team!"
Apparently she considers this a compliment.
Seeing the half-orc and his koto, Julakesh grins. "A-HAH! A-HAH! A fellow fan!" She claps him hard on his back. "Can you play 'Sparkleshine Lovepunch?' It's my favourite Strawberry Machine Cake song! Go on! Play!"
If Flenn plays:
Julakesh growls, and pumps her fist. "YES!" She dances around wildly, thrashing her head around as if she was at an Eoxian death-metal concert, instead of dancing to a bouncy sugar-pop song.
"YES! Well done, my kin-in-arms!"
Julakesh approaches HK, cocking her head in curiosity. "Are you a 'puter or a droid?" She pokes HK, then grins. "AH! Android! Yes, this I understand! A-HAH! A-HAH!" She looks rather proud to have figured HK out.
Looking at Lightfoot, Julakesh nods dismissively. "Yes, yes, little one. You may bask in my glory! Enjoy!"
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Upon Arrival, Julakesh examines the starship, then nods her head. "Looks good, Akrodo! But, it needs bigger guns!" Julakesh walks through the starship, examining at consoles and panels with an incredibly confused look on her face. Finally she reaches the engine room. "A-HAH! This I know!" She grabs a hunk of random metal and gives it a pat. "This is what I punch to make the ship go faster! A-HAH! A-HAH! Yes!"
Julakesh will be Chief Mate. Unless someone else wants to, then she'll be a bad gunner. gunner.
Player Name/Alias: meloriel
Character Name: Julakesh Starfist
Character Level: 4
Organized Play # / Character #: 276820-701
Perception Modifier: 4
Initiative Modifier: 0
What is your favorite color: Red
What is your quest Day Job (if any) Roll: Never!
Julakesh turns around and stomps her way back down the stairs, growling in anger the entire time -- only to find the fight over. She gives the bug man a few good kicks in the face for good measure.
Back on the surface she gives Dystane a pat on the back and grins. "Farewell, my friend! I hope to battle fierce enemies with you again in the future!"
Julakesh's fists begin to glow and she lets out a battle cry that's ---
--- cut short by her companions talking.
Ugh!
Suddenly she grins. "A-HAH! A-HAH! You are very lucky, fat-caterpillar. I nearly pounded your face into goo! A-HAH! A-HAH! This is funny, yes?!" She puts her hands on her hips. "Tell me, what are you? I have not met your kind. Perhaps a fat and legless ghibrani? Husk, Membrane, and Larval?"
Is it legless? I feel like it should be. If not, disregard the 'legless' comment above. Thanks.
Julakesh tries to follow all this talk from the 'puter, but most of the words go over her head. "The mad commander started the war that made Elytrio as it is today? Yes?" She puts her hands on her hips and laughs. "The crazy one was a fool! A-HAH! A-HAH! But this is the past. Long past." She scrunches up her face in thought. "Without this crazy-one's war there is no Husk and no Membrane. Besides. The ghibrani of old worshipped a war-bringer. This war would have come in time, even without the mad one."
Exhausted from all this thinking, she shakes her head. "Come! Let us kill things! It is my turn to make war!"
As she enters the room Julakesh frowns. "A mushroom farm?! Who turns a war room into a mushroom farm? And with the mewling?!"
Will Save:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
She groans loudly. "Ugh! Come out coward! I can train you to be strong! It will hurt! You will break many bones and bleed much blood! And you will cry until there are no more tears! But in the end you will be slightly less irritating and maybe less meek! Wouldn't you rather punch each other than sob all alone?"
Remembering that not all races liked to bond through competition she groans. "Or my meek allies can give you the... what do they call it...? Comfort! Yes! The hugs and the soft voices and the dumb excuses for your failures. Do you like this?"
Julakesh puts her hands on her hips and laughs at the screens. "A-HAH! A-HAH! The on-and-off of the lights, and the bangs, and the videos will not scare me!" She beats her chest once and spreads her arms wide, spinning slowly... "COME OUT, COWARD! BRING YOUR FACE TO MY FIST!"
Julakesh stomps into the room and examines the ammunition. She places a marker and looks around for other hidden weapons or rooms. By the time the wounded finish their rest she's ready to move on.
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Looking at the door Julakesh lets out a laugh. "Oh! This place is sure to have more recordings from the crazed general! A-HAH! A-HAH! She went MAD! A-HAH!"
Julakesh waits for someone with the knowledge of 'en-jin-earring' and 'puters' to check for traps and more terrifying radiation.
When the way is clear she bravely opens the door and stomps inside.
Julakesh looks at Chivix with great worry. For once, she doesn't laugh. Instead she stands as far from him as she can and calls out, "I hope you do not die a horrible death from radiation poisoning. I have lost many comrades to such things. Not a good way to die. Know that if you do I will spread tales of your bravery far and wide. Also, do not be offended when I avoid you."
True to her word Julakesh stays as far away from Chivix as possible as they travel. "Come! We have further weapons to find!"
Julakesh helps search the second room, even after it's already searched thoroughly. She's clearly trying to busy herself while avoiding the radiation chamber...
Julakesh laughs. "A-HAH! A-HAH! This soldier who writes on the 'puter had no enemies left to battle. Clearly it drove her mad! Feeling fear and guilt over mushrooms and already imprisoned rebels? A-HAH! A-HAH! SHE IS CRAZED!" Apparently Julakesh thinks this is hilarious.
Julakesh suddenly pales. Recognizing the signs for 'radiation' in many languages (not to mention the last time she was here!) Julakesh double checks that her environmental seals are active. She goes back to grinning to hide her momentary panic, but it appears forced.
I am NOT proficient with grenades. Anyone who is is welcome to take them instead. Huckle? Chivix? Julakesh will carry them out of a strange fascination with explosions until someone else calls out that they want some.
FYI I'm about to have another busy weekend (my family has a LOT of birthdays in March). I'll try my best to get a post in this weekend but I'm not sure I'll manage.
Julakesh, who never uses weapons anyway, is completely oblivious to all this talk of 'puters and hacking and such. When the weapons cache is revealed she hoots in excitement and goes to investigate, inspecting each gun and weapon and poking her snout inside every crate.
"Yes! These will do!"
As the audio recording plays Julakesh scrunches up her face in concentration, desperately trying to make sense of all this confusing talk!
"Ah! A-HAH! The puter voice speaks of the Gap! Yes? A-HAH! A-HAH!" she seems very proud of herself. "This sounds like the words of the ghibrani of before. From the time Dystane and Klarima have told me of, before their warrior ancestors destroyed each other in the fire of nuclear war."
As they enter the bunker Julakesh lets out a laugh. "A-HAH! A-HAH! The weather here is fierce! I have missed your planet, Dystane! Nature forges your kin into survivors!"
I'm requesting a ten minute rest to regain stamina before leaving the security post behind.
As the group examines the room Julakesh looks bored. "Yes, yes. Mushrooms and 'puters. Very nice. Does anyone see any powerful weapons?!"
Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
But, Julakesh doesn't see much of anything. While the others mess with the confusing 'puters, Julakesh keeps watch for danger.
I'm attending a local convention this weekend with my family, and both of my kids are having birthday parties. I will be far too busy to get a post in this weekend. Apologies if I hold up the game.
Julakesh paces among the refugees. "Ah! Worse off than I thought!" Being completely unable to help repair the ship, Julakesh instead sifts through their gear and equipment, helping polish and maintain any weapons, providing extra bullets, and even pointing out the many ways in which you can defend yourself with the mundane items on a starship. If there is one thing she is good at, it's teaching people how to fight.
"You are weaker than a newborn vesk! Come! Let me train you! You will suffer bruises and pain, but in the end you will be slightly less weak and defenceless!" She grins as if this is a compliment. "The honour is yours!! BEGIN!"
Yuta lurches from the unexpected slap, and then blinks up at the vesk. "Ah, yes, Julakesh. It has been a while since then. I am glad to see you well." He mentally reviews the missions he has undertaken in that time, and tries to pick out a highlight that would sound anything like an 'epic battle'. His eyes light up at one particular space encounter. "Oh! We encountered a vesk salvage ship out in the Drift and defeated them in an honorable duel. The crew of the Honorbound told us we fought bravely. It was my first time off of Absalom Station." He stands tall, genuinely proud of this accomplishment. "And you, have you been spreading your name among the Society?"
Julakesh grins. "Well done, Kin-in-Arms! You should be proud!" Suddenly she laughs. "A-HAH! A-HAH! A-HAH! Of course I have done much to be proud of! I saved millions of people just last week at the greatest concert in existence! There was a REDACTED TO PREVENT SPOILERS and I PUNCHED IT DEAD! A-HAH! A-HAH! I AM AMAZING!!"
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At hearing the message Julakesh scrunches up her face in confusion. Noom and us? Can tickle? What are these big dumb words? Oh! Annexed! Refugees! Suddenly she grins. "Ah, yes! I know this! They are meek and have lost at war!" She looks very proud of herself. "This Star Empire sounds formidable! Ask the losers where this Star Empire is, that we may destroy them!"
Julakesh stalks up in front of Yuta, crosses her arms, and scrunches up her face in concentration. After a few moments it's obvious she's thinking about something very hard. Suddenly she grins. "A-HAH! A-HAH! YES! I KNOW YOU! We have killed together!" She claps her hand on Yuta's back, apparently considering them good friends. "Have you performed any great deeds since our Commencement? I want to hear of the epic battles of my kin-in-arms!"
A fierce looking vesk with horns circling the top of her head like a spiked crown stalks into the room. Her scales are a mix of mottled black that never reflects light and bright white that almost seems to glow. She is well muscled and just under seven feet tall. Clearly a warrior! Curiously, the only weapon she seems to bear is a small laser pistol. On her back is a simple backpack, and attached to her belt are a wide array of healing serums. A glowing orb of bright white light orbits her head, following her wherever she goes.
With a wide, reptilian smile, the vesk stalks forward. "Greetings! I am Julakesh Starfist, a LEGEND among Starfinders!" Her white scales seem to glow with pride. "The honour is YOURS!"
She looks around at the other Starfinders, then places her hands on her hips. "You look at least half-competent! Good! If you're a quarter as capable as I am we'll be a formidable team!"
Apparently she considers this a compliment.
"A-HAH! A-HAH! YES! I remember Elytrio well. Some things tried to kill me, but they could not!" She lets out a deep belly laugh and places her hands on her hips. "A-HAH! A-HAH! I AM UNKILLABLE! A-HAH! A-HAH! Then I befriended the meek and feeble ghibrani. It was great fun!"
