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Thanks for running!

Throwing the body from off of him, Kallus stands up and brushes himself off. He then stabs his sword through the creature to make sure it isn't getting back up. "I will go and secure the rest of the Kasathan heirlooms." He doesn't say anything else as he goes to each room and gathers the leftover artifacts in a timely and efficient manner.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Gritting his teeth, Kallus fights through the pain of the venom and manages to squeeze tighter on the beast. He frantically looks for the nearest airlock to drag it to.. "Doing my best here. Someone open the airlock, this thing is taking a trip."

Grapple, Drag: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

If there is an airlock nearby, Kallus is dragging the xill towards it, or trying to at least.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"I'm trying!" Kallus holds on to the creature as he feels his muscles tighten and calcify, the venom beginning to course through him.

Holding the thing away from his face as it tries to get at him, Kallus focuses his mind on keeping the creature still as it struggles. "Shoot this thing!"

Grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Kallus only grins as the creature bites down on him. "Not today, creature!" He grabs ahold of the thing and holds it up for the others to shoot.

Umm.. Grapple?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Striding into the bridge, his need to clear his mind from that driftdead's effect evident, Kallus projects his hand and his mind towards the creature waiting to ambush them.

Mind Thrust 1, Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (7, 7) = 14, Will DC 14 for half.

Coming to his senses as the creature is finally slain, Kallus realizes what he did. My apologies, Max. That thing had a hold on my mind, I couldn't see clearly." He goes to examine the captain's armor. "It hid out in here until we showed up. Someone must have trapped it. Now it's gone. For good hopefully. This force field cell would be a nice addition to someone's armor, we'll have to see about that when we get back. Should we open that bridge up now?"

Kallus' eyes widen at the sight of all of his comrades starting to turn into the beast. "Not me.. won't be me... not today.."

Kallus shakes his head, his vision blurred. Did he just see the creature enter Max's body? What the? Why is Max attacking him? Bringing up his sword, Kallus readies a counter strike.

Sword Strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 131d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Confused: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

This thing was too much for Kallus. His blade in hand, he looked back and forth between it and his companions. Thoughts raced through his head, some violent, some unbidden, but nothing he could focus on..

Pulling out his laser pistol, Kallus looks at the corpses. "We will need to burn those to keep the infection from spreading, unless you have a better idea." He aims his weapon at the bodies.

Looking rather unfazed by the mess, Kallus continue towards the bridge. "The carnage seems to lead this way. Let's figure out what happened and see if we can catch that creature before it causes any more trouble."

Kallus looks in silent reverence and respect at the items as they load them into packs. "They are to be commended for their unshakeable courage. " Saying nothing more on the subject, Kallus stops at the engine room. "Here is where we can power up the ship, but I am not as capable with hotwiring them. Zybrie? As our resident mechanic, care to give it a try?"

Kallus looks at the door, then at his sword, and back at the door. "A fine time to not bring a cutting torch.", he mutters, more to himself than anyone. "That sound is definitely a harbinger of ill omen. That creature is somewhere on this ship. If it is in those quarters, leaving it there until we are ready to deal with it is probably safe. That other room might have a generator or something we can use to power up the computers. " He then heads towards the room Ray indicated.

Kallus follows the blood trail to the other side of the ship. "We really need to get access to the ship controls and turn stuff like that turret off, but as you said, that storm isn't helping our time table. Let's find that creature and deal with it before it deals with us."

Kallus shakes his head at the offer of the weapon. "My blade will be better suited for the task of fighting off whatever did this." He indicates the scattered viscera. "We should keep moving."

Kallus eyes the training droid warily as the video plays out.

Mystic: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"I don't suppose we have anything that won't pass through it, do we? My powers and my sword will be able to affect it slightly, but what of the rest of you?"

A slight upturn on the side of his mouth might have been the beginning of a grin, but it vanishes too fast in the dim light for anyone to notice. "Looks like someone took their sparring a bit too seriously." He adjusts the grip on his weapon as he approaches the training droid.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Kallus peers into the darkness as his team mates move forward. He spends some time rummaging through his gear before producing nothing. He will have to rely on following Zybrie using the flashlight so he can see where he is going. He wasn't used to being at such a disadvantage, but it would remind him to get some new sensors added to his armor before too long.

"Let's see if we can find a way to power up some lighting in here." He looks to the walls to see if there is any sort of indication as to where Engineering would be, not being familiar with Kasathan ships. "Otherwise, is there a way to connect our ship's power to get some temporary lighting?" He starts going down the left hallway. "Something tells me we might find who this belongs to down this way." He indicates the blood on the floor with the tip of his sword.

Kallus draws his sword and nods affirmatively, stepping towards the front. "First in, last out. Let's go." He then activates the door panel to open the doors to the interior of the ship.

Thanks for the Bot GM, busy holiday weekend.

Kallus relaxes a bit as the Vesk vessel finally submits to defeat. "Let's hope they are honorable enough to not double back on us as we're completing our mission. Not that they'll have time, that storm looks ominous. We should hurry."

Taking a look at scans of the kasathan derelict, Kallus tries to recall what he can about them, but it isn't much.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"Just keep me lined up on that same side and they'll be done soon." Kallus grips the firing controls tightly, ready to end this duel and get back to their mission.

Mystic Coilgun: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27
Damage, Critical: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 1) = 74d4 ⇒ (1, 1, 4, 4) = 10

"Just takes a little getting used to. Spirits are finicky like that." Kallus lines up the next shot, this time allowing his instincts to guide the controls.

Mystic Coilgun w/ Cap Assist: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17
Coilgun Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 2) = 10

Oh got it, though it only added my Wisdom mod to my Ranged attack, in that case, Wis + Mystic is +5, so that should be an 8 then. Still probably a miss. Unless I can add the class bonus of +3, making it an 11...

Kallus is manning the coilgun in the turret, presuming that is where the mystic upgrade went. Rolling dice for when combat phase starts.

"They want a fight, we'll give it to them."

Lining up the shot on the bridge, Kallus squeezes the trigger on the coilgun, sending shards of high speed metal towards the enemy vessel.

Coilgun Fire: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Coilgun Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 4, 1) = 13

Prior to losing contact with Kalos..
Kallus spends some time talking with the operative on the other ship, discussing satisfying missions and bounties that included wetwork. "It's the job sometimes. It can be messy, but I much prefer a clean take."

Presently..
Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Computers: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Computers Scan Ship: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Kallus shakes his head as he looks at the scanners, setting his targeting reticle on the bridge of the other ship. "Captain, that is a warship, not a salvage vessel. It honors Damaritosh, one of their gods of battle. I don't think they're telling the truth. I've got a firing solution."

Hmm... you should probably keep the boon in case you run into something similar in other games, but if the GM allows you to use it and then let me take the Gunner's seat, that'd be just fine. I also have Hero of the Stars slotted, so that might help as well.

Cultures: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Kallus grimaces. "I have heard of Sangoro and his contributions to the war prior to forming the Exo-Guardians. He was also considered a hero when he gave the Starfinders the Bulwark station. That place is not known to be friendly to casual visitors and a poor pilot would be disastrous."

Feel free to read all of the above Culture Spoilers, as Kallus will share them.

"That said, the Pegasus is a fine class of ship, as is the Drake, but we will need good sensors and a good maneuverability to get through there, so I will concur with the rest of you, the Pegasus is the better choice. I am not a stranger to the command chair, but if you would rather I shoot the guns, I am capable there as well."

Ranged +3, Intimidate +8, Diplomacy +2, I'd have a 50% chance at giving a +4, whereas Rayburn would have a 55% chance of giving a +2, seems almost even.

A shadow of a grin seems to appear on Kallus' face as Valkyr13 attempts to mess with Geo. A second look makes it look as if it was just a trick of the light as his face returns to its normal grim demeanor.

"Our team performed well in our last endeavor, I can only presume we will do the same with this one."

Kallus nods in Ziv's direction as the alien explains the situation. "We will find your lost ship and the coordinates. ", he looks around, "When the others arrive that is."

Kallus is in..

Player:Shadow Bloodmoon 
Character: Kallus Harridan 
SFS: 119796-701 
Faction Slot: Wayfinders 
Starting XP: 6 
Starting Fame: 12 
Starting Credits: 2275 
Day Job: I'll be using True Savior of Tasch

Reputation: 
Wayfinders: 10 
Acquisitives: 1 
Second Seekers (LE): 2

Boons: 
Ally: High Society Influence (Ykris, Iteration-177, Naiaj, Royo, Zo!) 
Faction: Wayfinders Champion, Second Seekers (LE) Champion 
Personal: Dwarven Admittance,Halfling Allowance 
Promotional: None 
Social: Factions Friend (x3),Budding Media Celebrity, Honorary Spider, AbadarCorp Augementations (x3), AbadarCorp Acquaintence 
Starship: Hero of the Stars (x1) 
Slotless: Starfinder Insignia, Marked Field Agent, Salvation’s Delver (x1), True Savior of Tasch (0/5) 
Unidentified: Journey to Scoured Stars Segment 1 
Note: Slotted ones are not struckthrough. 

Kallus is ready to go to the next one!

Excellent! When we get the chronicles, I'll update quick as I can so we can do the next one.

Kallus nods, his sword to the Coward's throat. "Always. They are on my belt. Lock him up and we'll take him to see Mr. Philt."

Kallus keeps his weapon pointed at the thief until Rayburn takes his manacles and shackles him, then he will help escort him out. "We may want to check on those other miners, make sure they are not hurt."

Kallus' face gains a glaring demeanor as the cart keeps coming. "Hard way it is then."

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Kallus leaps over the oncoming cart and rushes towards the man and attempts to cut him down.

Sword Strike: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Kallus, uses his hand to motion the other miners out so they don't get caught in the crossfire, as he does so, he stands in front of the minecart, holds out his hand and strongly voices the word, "STOP."

Command, DC 13 Will Save or do as I say...

Kallus nods as he steps out with the others. "My colleague is right, there has been enough false hopes given here on Akiton. No need to make these miners' lives any worse."

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Unused to stealth, Kallus moves to the side wall. "Sounds like they don't know we're here yet. Let's keep it that way until we know what we're up against."

Stealth? What's That?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Kallus looks at the motion sensors and around him. "If none of you can take that out, I can activate it from a distance." He floats a piece of ore up off the ground.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Kallus looks over the place and listens to Valkyr13 explain the statistics of the mine tracks. "They are also new. From the looks of it, these were placed pretty recently. This has to be the place." Drawing his sword, Kallus sends his mind out to see if they are alone.

Casting Detect Thoughts and scanning the area. 1/3 Remain

I can probably hold on to the gem, it may come in handy later.. I don't think the circlet can enhance my own telepathy, I think it just gives the ability to non teeps.

"I'll live, but thanks for the concern." Kallus stands and checks to make sure his gear is in place, noting the new hole in his armor he will have to have fixed. "I'm sure our friends at AbadarCorp will have lots to take into consideration when this is over."

Actually, not at all.... realized it takes 10 minutes to do that... no worries, I'll do it after combat. It only heals Hit Points as far as I am reading.

Kallus continues to allow his body to heal some of the wounds he took. When that is done, he will look over the map. "If that's all they can throw at us, this shouldn't be too difficult."

Pointing his fingers in the shape of a gun at the ysoki, Kallus glares. "You're next."

Taking a moment to heal myself 10 pts.

I'd be down for that.

As the laser blast hits him, Kallus grimaces and then takes a hold of someone's unfinished ale with his mind and sends it flying towards the spellcaster. As he does so, he takes cover behind one of the tables.

Have a drink!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d6 ⇒ 5

"Deal." He says matter of factly to Mr. Philt. "Now, if you'll excuse me, we need to hold up our end of the bargain." Not bothering to even wait for a response, Kallus draws his sword and marches to the front door, peering through the crowd leaving to see what they're up against.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

A wry smile, rare indeed, crosses Kallus' lips, but only momentarily. "Business it is then. For the right price, the Starfinders can do what we need done and get you your investment returned. It sounds unfortunate, but these people will also suffer the backlash of this false Drift fuel being out there. Like you, those who find out where it came from will trace it back here. What can you do about that?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Sweet...

Kallus nods. All the talk and no info. "Let's just say he ran off with something he shouldn't have and we're going to get it back."