"Ain't no Moon Monsters too scary for old Laurel!" he mentions "We made Friends with Moon Monsters! Din't hefta shoot 'em!"
He wrinkles himself in the spa, well past the healthy amount of time...
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"The Thing! Shoot it!"
◆) Stride
Our young hero gets into position, and fires.
”I gotcha Wa” Laurel points his Lasgun towards the direction of incoming danger ”They comin!” imagining said danger, Laurel narrows his eyes…
"No no. It's safe now. We shottim up!" Laurel tries to coax the fuzzy whatzit out from hiding.
"Whoa!" Laurel ducks in time. He returns fire, and warns his allies about the encroahment to melee range.
◆◆) Get Em! vs Yellow Blob
Get Em!: [directive, visual] You single out an enemy for you and your allies to focus your attacks on. Select an enemy within 60 feet that you can see. You and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to attacks against that target until the beginning of your next turn. Lead by Example: If you used two actions, Strike the target. You gain a status bonus to the damage roll equal to your Charisma modifier. Regardless of whether the Strike hits, you and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to damage on subsequent Strikes made against the enemy until the start of your next turn. Increase the damage by 1 at 5th, 10th, 15th, and 20th levels. [/dice] [spoiler=Ready Arms!]
Laurel is ready for anything, guns blazing!
Laurel kneels to examine the critters...
If Nugo points it out: ”Should we shoot it or eat it?” finger on trigger, but Lasgun pointed down.
Laurel has never lived on a moon. Or, out of a city. Well, a space station city, he guesses. How would he survive here?
”Hollup” And with that the boy scurries up a tree to ”See whut I kin see”
Laurel flicks the embedded temperature gauge on his microcord armor. ”Think it werks…” he imagines it to be so without the technical knowledge to verify, and ”Less go!” heads straight for the entry craft.
Laurel stands - not much one for chairs. He listens. "So, we just gotta land on the MOON - whussit you callit 'Vam' - an' Land the car, an' look for the Spots, an' Check 'em out?" he seems to grow confident in how the mission sounds "Easy!" and pulling his gun, pretending to shoot "But if we run inta Sapens - whudja callits - what we do then? Talk 'em or Shoot 'em?" in case anyone worries about his ability to discern the difference, he reassures "I kin do both, no prollum!" and with a twirl, stuffs his rifle back into his trousers. He does have an important question "Can we name it if we do it all right? I kin think 'o a better name'n 'Vam' mebe 'Vamoose' or 'Vammy' or 'Vamboozle'!" he looks around the group "Which'n yuh like better?"
Laurel twirls his Rotolaser with precarious style and stuffs it into the back of his trousers. ”Where’s this Arvin guy anyways?” he looks around Lorespire, hoping to find the ship they’ll be blasting off in…
'Dump', it seems, has positive connotations to our 'street rat' hero "Ain' no better place in the entire galaxy to be from. Never heard of 'akitone' but i'm shure it's swell too. People throw so much stuff away it's like they's givin' it out fer free!" Turning to Wa Cjącága "You, uh, worship the Evil Baby or somthin'?" casting him an incredulous look, and if receiving of an answer in the affirmative, followups with "Whut fer? It's a Baby!" truly curious...
Laurel visits his mom, slaps a pile of credsticks on the table, to which she rolls her eyes. He tells her all about the Ghost Levels, Sunny-6s, and the Evil Baby - his highlight reel - even though he more or less fails to grasp the gravity of it all. She once more tries to soft talk him out of being an “Envoy” for the “Starfinder Society” so that she can “sleep at night” and he once more gently assets his independence which, ultimately, she supports, along with prayers to Desna to watch over her eldest boy. ”I’m goin to the MOON ma!” her poor heart skips a beat…
Laurel raises an eyebrow at the bowing lady (she drop somethin'?) "Whole lutta of big words, but uh, if'n yer sayin' that you's got magicks, wull, I know whut thet is. 'verybody does!" the boy grins, poises up, and sticks out a handshaker "I be Laurel. They was sayin' thet me skillset gits me called a 'Envoy' so I gess thets what I be. Just lef the Ghoss Sector meself. Thinkin' a Evil Baby waz causin' a ruckus, but uh, we got it. Visited me mum too, she is good now, gave'r summa my allowance. An' no she don' like i'm goin' to thet Moon there, but, bein' thet i'm ol' enough to reckon fer meself what'im gunna do, i threw in me lot wit' the mission. Think thet makes us partners. An' don' worry bout nuthin' when you be out with me - i'll take care'a yu" A little rambly, a shade over-confident, it's evident the boy means well, and the lasgun strapped over his back - shiny and polished regularly it looks to be - shows he means business!
Laurel unloads on the caretaker! "Sorry lady, but that evil baby can't be!"
◆) Strike
Quip (if ally hits):
He goes in, firing twice before advancing. Our young hero's mind races! If I kin just git her in range uva spray... Holding his stomach in, the boys takes quick aim.
◆◆) Strike x2
Quip (Trigger is ally hits):
"Gross" Holding his stomach in, the boys takes quick aim. "Evil baby has two moms" Laurel only has one - for a microsecond he thinks on her, he should probably go see her if he survives this, moms like it when you do that, but probably not evil baby moms... - his attention recovers and he squeezes the trigger a bunch!
"I'm goin' in!" he yells at Zashodu and the others! ◆◆) Strike x2
Quip (Trigger is ally hits): "Put the baby back!"
Laurel watches as Jazz shoots arcs of electricity… Electric arc Midwife Amnieka w/ Get Er! ”Uh Oh”
”Its en evil baby! Shoot it!” Laurel barfs a little just before firing.
◆) Get 'Em vs Swarm
"Less go gang - whutcha waitin' fer?" Laurel heads to the next door, and kicks it in... ...hurting his leg "Ow" he then tries the handle, then keeps his Lasgun pointed forward.
”Uh, bugs in my eye. Less finish em off!” ◆) Get 'Em vs Swarm
Mowing them down, our plucky hero blows the barrel of his large laser gun, twirls it in air, and stuffs it into his back trouser ”We done here. You guys stick with ol’ Laurel, and be jes’ fine!”
”…to the MOON?” our young hero’s jaw drops to the ground, fully agape ”Man I ain’t even ever left the planet let alone the system…” he gazes up to the bright lights above, wondering which one it will be…
”Crikey - there’s more an’ more an’ more!”
◆◆) Disable Gravemound
About his Player: Experienced PF2 player and PbPer and 3-Glyph GM, I avoided SF primarily because I loathe having to remember multiple rules systems. But streamlining the mechanics of PF2 and SF2 has unfortunately hooked me into participation on a smaller scale. I have played SF1 on a couple occasions, strong-armed into in-person games as Quig (the iconic mechanic) by a good friend. And I am currently involved in a SF2 playtest game wrapping up - with Laurel.
◆◆) Disable Gravemound
"You not listening’ ta me! I said we ain't here fer no beef an’ just tryna git on our way" Laurel points his weapon at the mound and swears he really means it…
Laurel winces from the pain "I think they be dead - waitup - there still'em bugs. Whelp" he looks into his satchel, and grabs his 3rd and final grenade "Gunna hefta git more'v'em" and let's it rip, bouncing it off the back wall.
◆) Interact to draw commercial frag grenade
Then he reaches out and touches the Wall of Gravemound "Lissen ta me. We ain't here fer no beef. Just tryna git on our way"
Acquire Asset: You assess a foe while in the thick of battle by observing their reactions to your attack. Make a melee or ranged Strike against a creature that is not your asset. On a hit, your target becomes your asset as if you had used Size Up. On a critical hit, you can immediately attempt a check to Recall Knowledge about the target.
"Fire in the hole!" our plucky hero tosses a grenade into the swarm of pink insects - just past his comrade’s blast zone ”Sorry!” ◆) Stride
Laurel shrugs, blows his gun, kicks a sycophant on the way out "Mean" and follows.
"Aw crikey - thet hurt!" Laurel looks at his brand new shiny Lasgun. Is it already broken!? That damnable store owner!!! ↺) Quip Quip:
"You think you mean but me'n ma frenz're meaner (wen we needta be)!"
Laurel takes out the next closest disciple… ◆) Stride
”When you believe sumthin that makes you mean, you should either believe in sumthin else or just tek things the way they be” getting his own preaching on, our plucky young hero buffets his shooting with scolding!
”Dont think they is frenly talkin’ bout ‘porridge the wicket’ n all that. Les get ‘em!” Laurel points at the front disciple and fires!” ◆) Get 'Em vs Purple
Blowing the smoking barrel, Laurel twirls his Tactical Lasgun once, twice, thrice, and stuffs it back behind his trousers with a ”Yeah!” He looks around ”Someone is praying. Can’t be good…” he goes to investigate the sound…
”Other Bone herse: Git back too!” the boy sustains the rapid fire! ◆) Get 'Em vs Purple
”Bone herse: Git back!” the boy fires away rapidly! ◆) Get 'Em vs Green
”Whut tha…” taken entirely off guard, our plucky hero simply wasn’t expecting ”…a Bone Herse!?” He looks around at his allies like ‘are you kidding me’!
Laurel keeps his shiny new Lasgun trained on the door, and nods to Grizzi.
Reaching into his trousers and grabbing a couple shabby creedsticks, he slaps them on the counter next to Fengsai ”Here you can have my cut - less Git those Goss Levels!” When the Tactical Lasgun is finished, Laurel stuffs into his trousers, and is ready!
Laurel hands the kind gun dealer his trusty Lasgun, and waits patiently tapping his foot and peering over the counter every 2 minutes while the man installs the upgrade chips and welds the housing back shut, pacing, pacing, pacing…
”I ain’ fraida no goss’s!” Laurel rises, unpantsing his Lasgun and pointing it straight up at an imaginary threat ”We ben down there, we kin go back, mister Lotus” Stuffing a few more fish fries into his mouth, he wipes the gravy from his chin with his sleeve and heads for the Sunny-6 door!
"What have you done to Metema!?" ”Shottim up” Laurel explains ”Dutty vamper” He blows the smoke from his Lasgun, whirls it, and stuffs it back into his trousers. He turns to others ”You guys good?”
Checking his clip ”Still hot!” our plucky young hero taunts and fires ”I sed Hol’ Still, vamper!”
◆) Demoralize
"Hol' still!" Laurel shoots a burst of fire, hoping one or more finds home. ◆◆◆) Strike x3
”Naw. I lek ma friends. You got 9 seconds ta go. Just hed ta go all up in our heds. Now you get the gun” he shrugs his shoulders and fires.
~) Get Em
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