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Looks good, thanks a million, Phaeton!

Day Job check posted - thanks for running, Phaeton! Bit of an ominous start to the season, but awesome adventure!

Day Job - Profession (politician): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

”That was too close by half, chaps!” Inovu pants as he reloads and holsters his pistol. ”Quickly, we need to patch everyone up and track down the scoundrels that entered the complex rather than joining the melee!”

"Back, foul dwemerbot!" Inovu cries, backing away while taking aim at the laser on the spider-bot's face.

Move action Guarded Step, Standard Action ranged attack.

Semi-Auto Pistol Attack (8/9): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

On your right! Inovu cries to Arboreal telepathically before firing his pistol at the oncoming attacker.

Move action Not In The Face (+4 AC vs. Yellow, Will DC 13 negates), Standard action ranged attack vs. Blue.

Semi-Auto Pistol Attack (9/9 rounds): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

”Right behind you, old chap!” Inovu cries to Arboreal, fumbling for his own revolver as her follows the plant-folk towards the southern walkway.

Move action to move 1 square to Arboreal’s right, Standard action to draw weapon (my BAB is not yet high enough to do both at once).

Would someone be able to move my token for me? My internet is down so my laptop won’t work, and I can’t seem to get it to work from my phone.

"Back, you foul cretin!" Inovu shouts, weaving his knife into the ooze while keeping his face away from the fray.

Move action Not In The Face (+4 AC vs. Yellow, Will DC 13 negates), Standard action to attack.

Survival Knife: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Just a moment, lad!" Inovu calls to Jyskos, as he injects himself with the healing serum and prepares to re-enter the fray.

Standard action to use mk 1 serum of healing, Move action to move.

Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"Blimey, these buggers hit hard for blokes without bones," Inovu grumbles, stepping away from the threat while pulling out his healing syringe.

Move action to move, Standard action to draw mk 1 serum of healing.

After getting his clock cleaned by the ooze's appendage, Inovu takes on a more defensive position and attempts to knife the enemy once again.

Move action Not In The Face (+4 AC vs. Green, Will DC 13 negates), Standard action to attack.

Survival Knife with Flanking: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 2 = 5
Slashing Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

”Hold tight, Arboreal!” Inovu cries, stepping up behind the green ooze and stabbing at it with his knife. Move action to guarded step, Standard action to attack.

Survival Knife with flank: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 + 2 = 20
Slashing damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

No worries if it's too late, but Inovu would have tried to calm the crowd.

Diplomacy Expertise: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 6 = 22

***

When the oozes break onto the scene, Inovu pulls out his survival knife. "I know its a crisis and all, but blimey, can we get something that doesn't want to make things worse?"

Move action to use Not In The Face on Yellow (DC 13), Standard action to move.

”Much obliged, m’lady, now we’ll try to get this worked out in a jiffy,” Inovu says with a wide smile. Once they group is further from Dot’s stall, he gives his companions a wide-eyed stare and spins a finger around his ear, indicating the ysoki may have a few screws loose.

”Quite so, though I must say I worry what havoc this technological coup has wrought within the Lorespire Complex. Some of the archives there could be quite dangerous if compromised. If we must detour through the Freemarket I’m sure some good will come of it, but I suggest we get our own oxygen mask on first before assisting others.”

Inovu votes for the Lorespire Complex so refugees can be brought there once it’s secure, but is not opposed to the Freemarket option. He will also spend a Resolve on a 10-minute rest to recover the trample damage to his Stamina.

”Confound it, HOLD STILL you brute!” Inovu barks in exasperation before shoving his knife back into its sheath. Grumbling, he stoops over to retrieve his revolver before taking aim again.

Move action to sheath survival knife, Standard action to pick up dropped tactical semi-auto pistol.

Reflex 12: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Inovu's eyes widen as the mech suit charges him, ducking between its legs to avoid the collision. He drops his pistol in the rush, and pulls out a survival knife in an attempt to sever the cables holding the suit's knee together.

Move action draw weapon, Standard action melee attack.

Survival Knife: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 WOW.

Better prepared this time, Inovu starts to close the distance with pistol in hand, and let's fly with an opening volley.

Move action to move, Standard action to fire with 1 range increment.

Semi-Auto Pistol, 9/9 rounds: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 2 = 1

This is getting rediculous.

"Pardon me, good sirs, but we've stabilized an intersection back there a ways, and you would do well to listen to our input here!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Inovu attempts to be brazen amidst the chaos, but his inherent manners and political instincts to avoid causing a scene get the better of him.

"Capital Idea! I'm sure I've still got some connections with the local law enforcement, perhaps they'll have insight into this travesty." Inovu smoothes out his mustache and straightens his uniform.

Inovu would hardly call himself a master pilot, so he scrambles up to a high perch, using hand gestures and telepathy to help his companions navigate the pile-up.

Inovu hops among the various vehicles, using his telepathy to try to coordinate escape methods.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Okay who insulted the dicebot?

Inovu sighs. "Quite right, looks like we'll be 'hoofing it' as the Triaxians say. We should form up, at least, lest we be ambushed by more malfunctioning drones!"

Inovu lacks Computers or Engineering, so unless Darkvoid or Tik have some kind of reroll I think we're stuck on foot.

Inovu jogs over to the service vehicle. "Gather up, chaps! Can anyone pilot this contraption along the Ring Road? I imagine it's the best way to return to the Lorespire Complex without crossing paths with any more of these rogue machines!"

My cognitive tricks won't change programming, so I'm afraid we'll have to settle this violently. Inovu tells his allies via telepathy. He draws his handgun and attempts to bring down the blue assailant.

Move action to draw, Standard action to fire, likely through cover.

Tactical semi-auto pistol, 9/9 rounds: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"Well this doesn't look promising... quick, get behind those pillars!" Inovu darts behind some of the architecture, looking for an angle to use his pistol.

Double move to get to new position.

”Nicely…done…” Inovu pants as he finally catches his breath. He looks around at the chaos throughout the area, trying to help Arboreal get their bearings while also ascertaining the cause of the potentially catastrophic autopilot glitch.

Survival Aid Another (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 19

Huffing and puffing from the sudden exertion, Izzip finally makes it to the front car of the train. "What... can I do... <gasp> ... to help?"

Full action to reach the front of the car, due to a late start and slow movement speed.

”All well and good, we’ll get this slow this locomotive soon enough!” Inovu says heartily as he trundles along after the other Starfinders towards the cockpit.

Double move action to get 50 feet closer to the cockpit.

"My word! Inovu blusters as the train lurches menacingly. He brushes spilled coffee off the front of his armor before standing up and following Darkvoid towards the front, bellowing to anyone who didn't hear Jyskos, "Nobody panic! Just stand aside and we'll get to the bottom of this!"

Move action to move towards front, Standard action to convince bystanders to clear the way.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Repost:
1) Player name: Nick Wasko
2) Character name: Inovu
3) SFS#-Character#: 142160-703
4) Character Class & Level: Envoy 1
5) Faction: Exo-Guardians
6) Regular or slow speed for chronicle: Regular

Still here!

"Let's see, it was 'T|' then? Quite right, quite right." The lashunta nods vigorously, now seeing that other Starfinders were on the car with him. "I go by Inovu, and I liaison between the Starfinder Society and the Stewards. Nice to see my linguistics courses are coming in handy." He gives the ysoki operative a wink.

"Good partnership, too. The Society's mission puts it in the delicate position of first-contact situations more often than most other Drift-savvy companies, so it's good to put a diplomatic foot forward when possible. Hopefully your foray to Liavara's moons were less bleak than my search for the Struggle's Scholar, which hardly had what I'd call a desirable outcome."

Inovu's only other Chronicle is 1-04: Cries from the Drift.

”Aha, yes… people… again…” Inovu mutters, smoothing out his enormous mustache and straightening his Steward badge. Having recently returned from an extended foray in the Drift with only his fellow Starfinder as companions, the lashunta slowly re-adjusts to life among civilians.

1) Player name: Nick Wasko
2) Character name: Inovu
3) SFS#-Character#: 142160-703
4) Character Class & Level: Envoy 1
5) Faction: Exo-Guardians
6) Regular or slow speed for chronicle: Regular