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"GREETINGS, VALKFIGHTER! YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED TO FIGHT AGAINST THE MIGHTY DAIMALK COLLOSI!"

NEAT!

Quietly hoping that minotaurs are not allergic to tartar sauce...

"The Bulwark is doing me a determined concern, to say the least. The dark reminds me of duergar."

"Preach it, sister!"

Please note that Mu and Kiylee are not, to the best of this player's knowledge, actually related.

"Yeah, 'Black Blood' from my experience is either sweet, sweet crude or the off-puttings of sentients. Neither one of those things are designed to go into a sapient form without some refinement. From a xenoarchaeological perspective, of course."

[u]"YESSSS!"[/u]

*peers towards The Masked Ferret with hands held out and cupped*

Hilary Moon Murphy wrote:

It’s not surprising. Nuar are a cut above the herd!

Hmm

Brisket cuts mostly.

*drools*

You mess with the Nuar, you get the horns! ^o.o^

Huh. Seems the Stewards are actively recruiting our people...

Thank you again for running for us!

Oooh, good catch Dyu!

Kiylee started with 1 exp as well!

Do apologize for being a bother!

Did we miss anything or did we get full credits? (753)

Bought copy of album (50 Credits spent)
Two 10 Credit Bills to Guards (20 Credits spent)

No need to apologize, sir.

RL comes first.

Not to rush, as it is the weekend and we're all busy, but will the chronicles be available before Tuesday this coming week?

I'm potentially playing this character at PaizoCon, and I'd need the chronicle before final packing on Tuesday evening if it's not too much of a bother -- I won't have access to a printer after that point.

Thank you very much for your time and patience in advance, and thank you for running!

"LOK'TAR!" Kiylee bellows in victory as Laboni crosses the finish line, thankful that no one was hurt and also copying the telemetry from the human's racer for possible ideas for her own racer should the Nuar decide to build one in the future.

However, when she sees the unattended helmet from the Ysoki, she carefully walks over and picks it up, and hands it to the diminutive racer.

"It'd be kinda hard to race without this. You seemed to have dropped it -- just check to make sure that the cushioning matrix wasn't shattered by accident, okay?" Be humble in victory, gracious in defeat.

The bovine entity is cautious with Laboni, so as not to crush the new champion with a full-on hug. "There is an old Human saying I heard once -- 'If you write a check, make sure your ass can cash it'.

I don't know why one would need a mule to handle something like that, but... just be smart and careful, okay? Enjoy the warm glow of victory, and realize tomorrow much like Ratrod you'll have to get back to work on improvements to your racer."

"Good job, folks, but I think we've missed a Human tradition here in celebration...." The Nuar's mien takes on an air of mischief as one of the celebratory beverages is shaken up thorougly and sprayed in general over folks! Example

Thank you for running for us, and for your patience!

I would suggest hitting Velocity with the Energy weapon and using our 'Turbo Boost' if we're confident, or not if we're not. This is the final round, I'm thinking?

Velocity tilts their head and blinks a few times as the human manages to pull ahead a bit more, and splits their fire between the human and Nyizin.

Victory can still be attained!

Kinetic Weapon 1(Laboni): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 4 = 17

Kinetic Weapon 2(Nyizin): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 4 = 12

Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 Half-speed, unless hit again, adding 200' to distance, knock it back down if subsequent hits turn movement to 0', please!

Velocity continues to hammer at Ratrod.

The Human Laboni is unlikely to be able to reproduce the driving feat a second time and the trained and long-time winner of the circuit is the true threat.

Kinetic Weapon 1(Ratrod): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 4 = 16

Kinetic Weapon 2(Ratrod): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 4 = 10

Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Looks like Velocity moves 400' up, unless hit enough to drop them below 15 on their roll. Making that adjustment, then feel free to move them whereever.

Velocity is having none of Ratrod's fiscal exchanges today, and unleashes a fullisade on the ignorant little rodent!

Kinetic Weapon 1(vs. Ratrod): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 4 = 22

Kinetic Weapon 2(vs. Ratrod): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 4 = 21

Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

However, in their efforts to slow down the rodent, they are distracted from moving quickly. No matter, they have the lead...

New distance traveled 1800' even if Ratrod hits. If others hit, though, distance will remain 1600'

Velocity sees that another contender is now the target of choice, and redirects their fire fully at Lemgem!

Kinetic Weapon 1 (Lemgem): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 4 = 4

Kinetic Weapon 2 (Lemgem): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 7 - 4 = 8

Piloting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Unfortunately, the combination of collisions and the unstable weapons brackets make it very difficult for Velocity to keep moving forwards at full speed and they miss their mark once more.

Moved forwards 200'

I was pretty sure that shooting twice meant no other actions, so by shooting twice Velocity couldn't move forward? If that was in error please adjust racer as necessary?

Velocity calculates the vectors for the remaining length of the race and determines that the best option is to eliminate the two entities that are any sort of a threat to their mechanical dominance, namely Laboni and Ratrod.

Kinetic Weapon 1 (Laboni): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 7 - 4 = 8

Kinetic Weapon 2 (Ratrod): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 4 = 5

However, as is often the luck in these races, both shots miss by a wide margin.

"Easy now, don't gun it until it catches!" Kiylee shouts in encouragement at Laboni.

Piloting(Laboni): 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 4 = 19

Slug Thrower: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

In desperation Laboni lets off another round at Ratrod.

Does a crit do additional damage in this?

It looks like Reyn just got a crit for Laboni?

Sorry if I had a little too much fun with my post this morning!

The Nuar wanders over to check on Ratrod's racer, curious as to what makes the ysoki such a good racer. They'll be respectful of distances and won't jump into the actual pit-crew area (no need to start a pit-crew fight before the race, though the idea is TEMPTING).

Engineering(Ratrod's Racer): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 Speed of Ratrod's Racer?

Engineering(Ratrod's Racer): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 Any 'weak points' in the design that could be targeted directly? If not a valid question, then how much of a piloting boost does the racer provide?

She really gets into the questions, asking a LOT of in-depth ones and TOTALLY revealing her inner gear-head...

Engineering(Ratrod's Racer): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Hey! You're from that Human's team! The heck? GET BACK TO YOUR FARM, space-cow! MOOOOOOO!!!!"

...because Kiylee is NOT attempting to start a fight here, she resists the urge to tell them to 'make her'.

"Oh, hey, it's prettier than the turbo-charged flying machine I put together back home in my spare time. That thing cost so much.... I'm glad we've got this nice and handy pile of spare parts to kitbash some things." Kiylee notes with a hint of excitement. She gives Laboni a look.

"Kid, and I don't mean that in the insulting way, if you're going to help, need you to focus on what you were working on before we showed up. If you can't do that, or you were at a complete loss, help me work on the handling. We can't have our driver dying because they have a rocket brick, right?"

Kiylee is looking for Speed, and hoping that Laboni can provide Handling. If Laboni cannot, then she'll move to adding Piloting skill to the vehicle. The Nuar does not anticipate being able to go to the other pit crews and talk to them, though she could be persuaded to do so.

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"Okay, cute trick using the stabilizing thrusters to provide extra push, but that's not what they're designed for. You run the risk of a catastrophic cascade if they overheat."

Kiylee was basically wondering if you could spike Ratrod's drink with a laxative so he'd be 'unwell' for the race. It's not *evil* but it's definitely not nice.

EDIT: Evil would be inviting him to an all-you-can-eat buffet before the race and lacing the food with a slower-acting one.

"Reyn, do you think you could do a health and wellness check on Ratrod, make sure he's really up for this race?" Kiylee inquires as the party is heading to the circuit.

Her attention is drawn to all the different bits of tech and how they're put together, despite not being an engineer proper by most Absalom standards she does a bit of hobby work. She's kind of excited by the prospects.

"Hi, we're the folks Rad sent down to help you out! Whatcha got?"

Have to head to work in a couple of hours, won't have internet while there

"We all had to start somewhere. Whether we're calves learning at the sides of our parents, lizards fighting other over the shells we were hatched from, or carried by their parents for months -- we all need room to grow, learn, and make mistakes." Kiylee offers diplomatically, then smirks as she adjusts her stance a bit.

"So, unofficially, if this Ratrod takes ill before the race -- not saying this should be a thing, just trying to get a feel -- that'd just be par for the course, as it were?"

The Nuar glances over to the human with an upraised eyebrow. I wonder if this Ratrod got a nice laxative shortly before the race...

"Do you kids know how lucky you are? That thing could have eaten a hole in the hull and THEN what would have happened? When your parent gets here you apologize to them and you do whatever they tell you to." Kiylee admonishes the children, but keeping it just *out* of 'Mom' voice range -- she's not their parent but they need to learn to not let just any old thing out of containment -- things are in containment for a REASON.

There's a nod to Fitch and the engineers as they arrive.

"Well, at least they didn't turn into a moon beast or a bear or a stag or something. That could have been messy. And if it'd been a cat we'd probably never would have found them if they are good at hiding." the nuar offers off-handedly with a bit of a smile.

"You'll definitely want to look at the secondary and tertiary wiring subsets, please don't be pissed I really had to take some shortcuts to get the lights back on, and while it's stable and I have faith in it, it's going to be a gawdawful mess to untangle."

"Oh, I'm not so quick to judge, Fitch. I've had to do running around step-and-fetch-it quests for goblins in the past -- long story -- and even having to pay out the tail for them they generally were decent folks. I've heard that the radiation in space did something to their brains, though. All rabid, now, like the aquatic version."

Yayyy! New mission!

Diplomacy(Or assist if someone else is better): 1d20 ⇒ 16

Kiylee limbers her big gun and approaches the plant-shifter-entity VERY slowly.

"Hey. Hey now. It's okay. We're not here to hurt you. We're here to restore the power and find out what's going on. Please help us?"

She even throws in the 'puppy dog' eyes for extra points, ready to give the thing the horns if it doesn't go for the diplomatic overture.

Yeah, I think Kiylee is going to be going Steward Officer Archetype...

"Ooof. Someone please check the computer to try and reset the gravity in here, I'll keep overwatch." the Nuar finally manages to grit out as she unlimbers her beast of an assault cannon and makes a slight adjustment as the capacitors hum.

Perception or Survival (Same modifer, ie, none): 1d20 ⇒ 5

"You know power is important, right?" Kiylee begins gently, trying NOT to yell at the two -- they're just kids, even if they are delinquents.

"The power going off was noticed by a lot of people, who are going to be coming down here trying to find out why. And then not only are you, Snoodles, but even your Daddy are going to be in a Whole Lot Of Trouble. How did you make your 'secret weapon'?"

The Nuar looks over at the party flailing through talking to kids and places a hand over her face, shaking her head and muttering to herself for a bit before looking to the kids.

Diplomacy(Or assist to someone if they're better at it): 1d20 ⇒ 16

"If Snoodles is your pet, we aren't going to eat them, okay? Did Snoodles eat some of the wiring, which is why it was dark in here?"

"Someone speak to the kids, I'll watch this location to make sure we don't get jumped by anything." Kiylee offers. Human kids, big scary Nuar... yeah, that's not going to work very well and I don't want to give them nightmares.

Also trying to keep the action open for others.

Should I go ahead and bot the Titus-33 to keep things moving, or will you handle it as GM?

Engineering(or assist to Titus if Titus does better): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Oh, hey, it's like ancient Titan ruins. All we're missing is a crazy explorer dwarf to activate all the defenses and force us to fight them off in waves!" Kiylee is giddy with the memory.

"See this power run here? This is the main. Let's test the integrity first before we power it up, then give it a whirl."

"Everyone stay sharp. Either something wanted the power off for a reason, or more than likely something is using the power. Either way, we're probably going to get jumped when we go live."

For those of us with Darkvision, what are we seeing?

Once the Nuar is satisfied that things are set, she gives the nearest console a gentle hip-tap to get it running again.

Thank you for the 'head's up'!

"Hello Fitch. Do you need us to come and spank some children when we're done with this?" Kiylee inquires dryly as she looks over the ship's schematics for any immediately obvious faults. It's more a hobby for her, of course. I've done far STRANGER quests...

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

The Nuar turns to Titus. "I'm seeing three different blueprints here, can you make better sense of it BEFORE we get on-site?"

Kiylee takes a few moments to catch her breath and talk things over with the other arriving Exo-Guardians, and then offers Zig the choice of which version of SMC they want, keeping the other for themselves.

Oh... hey.. SMC... Strawberry Machine Cake... SilverMoon City.... Naaahhhhhh

She looks at the armor and then to the Vesk. "Not going to argue, it's almost a side-grade for me, do you want the armor... can you use it? If not, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste."

If there's no one else that can use it effectively, Kiylee will be gone for a bit longer than expected, then return, with the insignia that were on the previous set of armor transferred over.

"So, what do folks think? Does it make me look fat?" she inquires with a bit of a smirk.

The Nuar winces as Sarangari is hit by the thing but is in full admiration of the dedication and focus the Vesk brings, and slashes at the beast with even greater furor.

One blow, though... too many blows seems to be defusing her impacts.

Tactical Pike (Flanking): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Sar! Hang in there!"

The Nuar grunts as she's tagged with the left wing but her defensive posture with the pike prevents the right wing from getting through, thankfully.

Fortitude 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"Wings infected! Take it DOWN!" she announces as she starts to feel a faint tinge of wooziness before shaking it off and standing tall once more.

Tactical Pike: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Since the party hasn't been able to bring any other fire to bear on the creature yet, Kiylee abandons her defensive stance to try and land at least some sort of blow on the thing. AC back to normal this round.

The warrior in Kiylee wants her to just jump into the middle of things and slash up the creature.

However, the Nuar does have some intelligence and experience in these things, and attempts to take the 'long way around' to prevent blocking line of fire to the target.

"RAAAAARRRRR!!!" she bellows as she spins her pike around and jabs protectively from the action.

Tactical Pike(Fight Defensively: +2 to AC until next turn): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 = 5

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Yes, she more than likely missed... ...

Kiylee squints and then glances up at Reynal. "We need more elevation to this..." she grunts then starts running to jump onto the forklift's broad back area and then up to the platform above it. "HHHHNNNYYYYAHHHHH"

Athletics(Running Jump, SPD greater than 35'): 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 4 = 23

Athletics(Standing Jump, SPD greater than 35'): 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 4 = 18

Arrows and note may be removed after the results have been applied.

"I, for one, am re-learning my Archaeological skills and am looking forward to the Steward Officer correspondence course..."

"One's mileage may vary. User Discretion Advised."

Yes. Kiylee is in right spot, thank you for mooving her. ;)

"Well, there's two ways to handle this. Like our human friend over there--" Kiylee begins, moving forward with purpose with tactical pike extended and ready. "--or grabbing the bull by the horns. Why don't the rest of you spread out on the flank between us to provide cover?"

Single move but stealthily so double cost, right?

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Stealth(Hahahahaha Right!): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

...wut just happened? That's unpossible! :P

The Nuar will give a polite nod and smile to the two guards as she makes her way in. Man, I hope I never get stuck on a detail like yours...

"Two, please. One in the Comprehensive Collector's Edition, and a Basic Collector's Edition, please." Kiylee says with an eager grin, having had similar experiences in her past.