Lady Onyx De Haland's page

Sorry guys work has me running around on projects
could you bot me for the time being

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 DMG 4
Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Fortitude: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

nts her hand gun and fires
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 Miss

Points her hand gun and fires as its an angery weapon
TH 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 miss[/dice]

"I don't think Eoxian soldiers need heat or air,"

"Your thinking cold as on a planet say -80c, but the temperature of the vacuum of space is just above absolute zero. When even gas becomes solid. At that temperature there is no flexing of flesh or bone, everything becomes stiff, and shatters with ease. No flexing bone and dead flesh just an ice pop. Unless they self-heat or are incorporeal physics 101 says they are useless. So take Bulganin weapons and watch then shatter."

She says with a grin. Hefting a large pipe.

"Get ready for boarding, any undead open to space and not incorporeal with be an ice block now. Powers down, so no heat. Eng give the ship a once over before we go"

Head out the captains seat to the Science desk and the field controls.
She brings them up and seeks to move the power to the shield facing the enemy.

Computers 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Assist: = Piloting DC10 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 +2

Brings up a tactical display for Gear 2.0

Action Encourage Gear 2.0 Skill = Piloting DC10 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

On the trip she gets the know the small space they have to live in. The craft is a small fight scout and as such was no luxury yacht.
Her buck was with Gear 2.0 who did not seem to use her bad other than to sit sit on.

Do Androids sleep and if they do, do they dream of electric sheep?
She thought one day.

The food stock was simple and the systems the same but lots of Back up on back up.

She checked out a Red-Vacc-Suit.

She got the ship to the coordinates provided by The ghoul for where the Endless Threnody should be but there was nothing showing up close.

::"We will have to find the Endless Threnody with a scan"::

She heads onto the ship, throwing her bags onto a bunk. She checks over the systems then walks to the pilots seat. Slipping into the webbing.

::"We may have to double up rolls, I will Pilot as well, seeing as we only have so many seats."::

She Powers up the nav displays and starts to punch in the flight data.
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::"Xanthis could you control science, and censers station, Blake do you mind taking on Guns and running back up on any of use who needs a hand."::

Gear makes a disgusted face.

Yuck... Undead are disturbing. Why get so bound to rotted flesh with beautiful metal awaits if you have no intention of dying?

She kisses boytoy on his mechanical viz screen and it shows a flushing smiley face.

Right Boytoy? You ready to go fry some nasty undead?

The soft beeping sounds about as close to a "Yes" as can be expected.

::"I must agree I would much more be reincarnated into a Synthetic body over a dead one"::

She looks over the ships layout on her PDA.

::"I have my space licence so if no objects, I am happy to take the Captains seat"::

Once the others have her covered, Lady Onyx goes over to the two dropped Merc's checking to see if any still have signs of life. If dead she takes their weapons and IDs. She keeps an eye on he ghoul while she does.

Stands still pointing her pistol at the woman.

"Now that is better, We could have done this without the unpleasantness. Now we want to ask you some questions about some pathfinder insignia you sold not long ago. And please be truthful I will know if your lying."

Drops prone for cover and brings her laser up.
Ranged azimuth laser pistol +3 (1d4 F; critical burn 1d4)1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 DMG 1d4 ⇒ 1 / 1d4 ⇒ 3 1d100 ⇒ 79
cover chance high is good

Keeps action Miss chance 1d100 ⇒ 88 High is good

Drops prone for cover and brings her laser up.
Ranged azimuth laser pistol +3 (1d4 F; critical burn 1d4)1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 DMG 1d4 ⇒ 3/1d4 ⇒ 3

"Hello is there anyone here?"
She asks.

::"Cover me"::

She says as she walks ahead, pressing her ear her second skin forms-over her head and hands, shielding her from gas attacks, She holds her pistol by her side.

Stealth 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

She decides not to talk with sound

::"I must says this dose not look that populated."::

Sipping her laser pistol into her hand and under her small coat.

Dp DC12/17 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 nope

"Interesting and a little disturbing"

she smiles at him Julzakama looking over him and the shop.

"I know you want to help us out here, we are in a rush"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

::"Thanks you understand, sometimes one forgets"::

She sends bowing nodding her head to Xanthis.

Lady Onyx was a slender but short lashunta, Her antenna protruding from her forehead. Her clothing was typical of a noble of her race. But her belt had a more functional look to it, even if it was brightly colored. She smiled at the others there.

::"Well we have the address, I think we could go."::

She projected into thire minds.

"I am so sorry, forgive me, I was rushing and forgot to not impose my thoughts words unless unless agreed on, I do offer my apologizes. I will repeat with sound, we have the address, I think we could go"

posted in gameplay up and running

"So you have the sellers address and any other information"

Asks Lady Onyx, taping her data pad.

Hello there GM Panic here