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ACHOOIE

Achooie, becoming irritated, resorts to pure strength. He roars and rips at the entangling ductwork.
Overcome: 4d3 - 8 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 1) - 8 = 0
Plus whatever he can get from his Aspect "Gormelites are strong".

ACHOOIE

Achooie looked around, then jumped up on a wall sconce, then climbed up into the ceiling spaces to hide himself behind the lighting panels.
Deception: 4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 1) - 8 + 2 = -2

ACHOOIE

Achooie popped his head out of the blast doors breach to take a glance at the situation outside and ducked back in cover again.
Notice: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 1) - 8 + 1 = 0
What did I see?

ACHOOIE

I run too!

ACHOOIE

"Is that a #@$%@#(# bomb?" He swore quietly, pointing at the device.

ACHOOIE

Achooie stomped across the hallway and into the room Myron and Blood had ducked into.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE HOLDUP? WE GOTTA MOVE!" He bellowed quietly.
He stopped suddenly, the peculiar view of Myron debating with a bomb.

ACHOOIE

Achooie tensed, about to tackle the intruder, but relaxed and ducked into the doorway to the right. He too hid out of sight of a passerby.

GURLAK

”I’ll drive, just point the way!"

Gurlak looked down in apparent regret.

DRIVER

...but I would be more than happy to take you up on that Mr...?"

Tipping his hat, the driver replied;

A formally uniformed chauffeur approaches you and doffs his hat.
"I beg your pardons, sirs and madames, as the case may be; The Starfinder Society apologises for your unfortunate experience and requests the honor of a meeting at the Spire." He states formally, bowing and gesturing to a sleek hover limousine parked in a "NO PARKING" zone.

ACHOOIE

"Heh. Our funeral captain..." The gormelite grunted, but followed.

ACHOOIE

I secure and search the Aslani.

ACHOOIE

Achooie tore an old monitor off a table and slammed it down like a guillotine across the Aslani's throat.
Fight: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 3) - 8 + 3 = 5
Aspect: Not Much Room for Fighting

ACHOOIE

Still in rage, and with Myron too close, Achooie just dropped the gun and went hand to hand with the Aslan.
Fight: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 1) - 8 + 3 = 2
Aspect: Not Much Room for Fighting

ACHOOIE

Maddened with berserk rage, Achooie turned the heavy blaster pistol at the Aslan and fired.
Hvy Blaster Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1, 3, 1) - 8 + 3 = 2

ACHOOIE

Keeping an eye on sight lines and maybe more drones, Achooie said "Yep, time to move out. Myron! Get a move on! Doubletime!"
He grabbed Blood's arm and hustled him along faster.

ACHOOIE

Achooie also pops up to shoot at the drones.

Shoot: 4d3 - 8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 1) - 8 + 3 = 2

KATREZA

"Ahm. Well, Rodrik originally approached me to ask for advice while courting Brinya Kelver.
“It is no great secret that I was cursed with preternatural visions many years ago, during my time with the Empty Hand.
"The love-struck fool —bless his soul— thought I might have some special insights into the traditions of her people or visions of their everlasting happiness... but come now, do I look like the romantic type?” He smiled wryly, then shook his head and moved on.
“I couldn’t help him with his relationship, but we gradually became close friends. It turns out we both shared a love of music and poetry.
"Recently, I’d been experiencing vivid hallucinations of white swords or crosses, and dreams of the Plague House just outside of town.
"When I told him of them, he seemed to think my dreams might help with his investigation.
"I told him about my visions as best I could, but the muse of my nightmares is as abstruse as she is unkind.
"As to what exactly Rodrik was investigating, Well to be truthful, I don’t think even he knew exactly what he was looking for.
"Rodrik had run afoul of a flood troll in the Plague House not long ago, and the poor fellow was convinced it was not just an isolated incident. "He came to me seeking guidance, and his curiosity was piqued by my visions.
"I told him that flood trolls are native to Belkzen, but they rarely roam this far south of the Flood Road.
"Since learning of his investigation, though, I have had nightmares unlike any before, and I fear that some greater evil may be at play within Trunau’s walls.
“Rodrik had plans to go back to the Plague House, but because of the unease I felt from my visions, I suggested he leave his journal with me,
which he did." He said, gripping a large handwritten tome.
"The night of his death, my visions were even more terrible, though still indecipherable.
"When news of Rodrik’s death reached me in the morning, I knew it must have been foul play, so I fled the Sanctuary, fearful that whoever targeted Rodrik would come after me as well.
"His death grieves me to no end, but at least my efforts bought me enough time to share this information with you.”
He held the book out to you.
"I pray that it helps."

KATREZA

The elderly orc looked apprehensively at your group, then at Sara.