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Model Y2K's report takes a small bit longer to send as his speeds were throttled insanely low.

Thanks for the great run!

"So there was a coup then. So much purging that they don't even realize they did it. And all over Drift technology?" Y2K attempts to process their findings. "Sounds illogical and barbaric. Though I suppose in a sense overpopulation is far worse for a planet than any pollution or technological surges."

With Less than three safely to the ship Y2K gives the robot a pat on the shoulder. "Hang tight here. We'll be back!" He says in a strong modulated and heavily accented voice through his modulator.

***

As the barrels are raised Model Y2K holds both of his metallic arms up high. His torso slowly spins in a circle in the traditional Copaxi greeting. "We aren't here for your haul. We just wish to look around."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Ah, girl..." Y2K holds his arms out as he dips his knees. "The Starfinders are all that and a bag of chips. Let's talk to Therseis."

"We can take them to the ship? Though our chances of getting them off planet unseen are low. We may have to tell the Copaxi to take a chill pill if they start bugg'n" Y2K's slang sounds very out of place and almost like an alien language in it's own.

"Less than three what?" Y2K tries to understand the reference and possibly tap into the robot's systems for clues to the reference. Pulling a set of USB 1.0 cables free along with a strange series of daisy chained dongles to get it connected.

Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Computers 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Computers 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Could the evil masters be the Copaxi?" Y2K surmises as their situation was still missing pieces. Or rather his memory banks may be, who knows. Though he continues to bounce ideas off of his companions. One of his boards short circuits as his arm jerks from his injury.

Fort Save DC 12: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

The broken frame of Y2K digs into the ground, pulling back against the forces trying to draw him into the spacecrabs. "Heavy."

Looking over he has little emotion for the injured Faria. He recognizes and processes what is going on. Emotion unfortunately wasn't built into his storage. "You alright now fleshbag?"

Once everyone is ready he continues to scout ahead.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Seeing the strange creature advance so quickly Y2K takes a guarded step back, trying to defend himself. He draws his survival knife and slashes it at the dense shell.

Survival Knife; Get 'em: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 = 17
Damage (Slashing): 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The broken android drags a small chunk of metal that the Corchaz rended off. He fires his pistol at the living coral.

Stealth DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17 If successful target is flatfooted
Tactical semi-auto pistol; Get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23
Damage (Piercing): 1d6 ⇒ 5
Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Supercharge Weapon Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 1, 3) = 12

Fort save vs Paralysis DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Knowledge Mysticism: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Y2K loses a few cables as his chassis bends, cutting through them showing the hallway with sparks. "Program say to kill, to disassemble, to make dead? Number 5 cannot."

Model Y2K shares what he knows about a Corchaaz.

Model Y2K draws his pistol and reloads the clip. "Do any of you fleshbags require illumination?" He does mean it as any sort of insult but rather that is the slang from his era that has been programmed into his software.

Climbing the stairs he moves forward to scout and scan the area.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"What sort of beast?" Model Y2K inquires. "What sort of machinery did you use for the extraction as well?"

"Interesting game. Maybe they can get it going again now that they know the rules. Though it will never be as good as Jordan." Y2K mocks a pose holding up two fingers on one hand and three on the other. "Number 23 baby!"

In truth he was glad he could be of help though the group and Starfinders were usually much faster than his old bearings could move.

Looking in the distance Y2K picks up on the observation tower. "We should be able to get a better lay of the surroundings from there."

Model Y2K scans the vicinity and mainly the black floating spheres.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

He has an unusual curious nature for an android. Perhaps it has to do with his inability to store more information and constantly seek out new information. Often times it leads to trouble. His archaic sensors often pick up very little. "Perhaps you could ride these black cubes," He reaches out to touch one with his metallic fingers.

Culture DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Sub spoiler Culture DC 13: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Your translation is accurate. Though this is a reference to Drift technology in 3 AG. Though didn't the Copaxi claim to have translated the Signal only in the last few years...?" Model Y2K asks their Copaxian companion.

Model Y2K continues to clamor over the rubble as he gets behind the creature. His jams of one eyed, one horned purple people eaters softly plays in the background.

Stealth DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22 If successful target is flatfooted
Tactical semi-auto pistol; Get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23
Damage (Piercing): 1d6 ⇒ 2
Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Y2K moves around the small altar and finds that his pistol jams on him as the round cants sideways. He quickly drops the clip and clears the chamber, quickly reinstalling the clip.

Stealth DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31 If successful target is flatfooted
Tactical semi-auto pistol; Get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7
Damage (Piercing): 1d6 ⇒ 2
Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Model Y2K finds another crack in the wall and scrapes his frames through the rubble as he sneaks in. he takes aim and fires at the Green tinted coral as it is in the open. His pistol fires right into its backside. "Help is on the way Dear!" His voice emulates to that of a seventy year old woman played by Robin Williams.

Stealth DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14 If successful target is flatfooted
Tactical semi-auto pistol; Get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15
Damage (Piercing): 1d6 ⇒ 2
Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Supercharge Weapon Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 5) = 16

Model Y2K shambles about the landscape as he tries to remain unnoticed until a sharp crack from his pistol pierces the quiet atmospehere. BANG!

The small bullet flings right past Faria's shoulder.

Stealth DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 If successful target is flatfooted
Tactical semi-auto pistol; Get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 = 24
Damage (Piercing): 1d6 ⇒ 1
Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

"Evidence is point more and more towards a hostile takeover." At the word of threats in the area a small slot built into Y2K's leg springs out revealing an archaic tactical semi-automatic pistol.

He scans the area for any signs of a threat as they move along the gardens.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Y2K shrugs. "Ah girl, Gardens are as good a place as any." He had been to very few gardens in his last few centuries and was quite excited for a new and refreshing scenery as he has wandered a sprawling metropolis for years. Isolated and alone. "Used to call that a Pharm back in the day."

Life Sciences: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

I am being a horrible skill monkey this game. :)

"Farms, though there seems to be very little wilderness. Most of this planet seems to be covered in these floating urban chunks of land that are all broken." Y2K explains his find further.

Seeing Boskoro chatting privately with Therseis Y2K continues to look around until summoned once more. he pokes and prods through each of the isolated vehicles for any repair parts for his own failing chassis, or even a lone and much needed memory upgrade.

Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Y2K scans what he can of the area, inspecting the remains of the technological hub. Bumping into more than one thing he slowly shifts his way to the telescope and peers up into it.

He didn't think much more of Therseis's strange designs or secrecy as he was quite horrible with cultural and emotional responses. In fact he often made an awkward situation even worse.

"Attractive. Nice software. Number 5 is alive!" Y2K gets excited as he inspects the kitbashed comm unit.

Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Though his archaic sensors really can't tell the difference he just seems to take Trusty's word for it and collects the information into his databanks.

"Coral is probably not a great conductor though, that could be your problem." Y2K taps the coral piece in the electronics.

Good to go for Transport Station.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Mysticism: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Y2K scans the documents. "This is bangin' though hardly seems advanced enough for these floating cities or even the space travel necessary for the Pact Worlds travel." The android reiterates.

Physical Science DC 16: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"That is understandable." Y2K continues to explore around the marketplace.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Perhaps the Academy will bring more light to this situation."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"This could symbolize a ruling split class. perhaps there was a revolution." Y2K ponders as he asks Therseis. "Do the copaxis stories or legends of old that might reference these. coins or phrases?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 So close.

Model Y2K nods his head. "The Market seems like as good a choice as any."

Y2K takes the foreign comm device and begins wiring it into his circuitry. Pulling a frayed cable out sends a spark and a very loud bang as a capacitor blows. Most everyone seems startled except for the droids. Slipping it into his chassis Y2K finds a small nook to secure it while wiring it into his own speaker system.

"Can't have anymore spyware, malware and trojans than I already have in myself." He sends an awkwardly reassuring smile to the rest.

"Where do you suggest we investigate first?" He asks Therseis.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

"I am known as Model Y2K." The android holds his hand out for what appears to be a normal handshake and quickly turns into a series of elaborate shakes, slaps, twists and fist bumps that go on for nearly a minute.

"Pleasure to meet you." Last his systems knew that was the new hip greeting.

Model Y2K puts the inputs into his programming and causes his body to spin from his torso on up. Very slowly like a mechanical music box his body , though with a slight jerk, spins on its axis, his palms facing outward.

Y2K looks to Baskoro. "Do you wish to speak in terms of the group Captain?"

Y2K sits rigidly in his seat as the Trashbot is entrusted with shuttling their synthetic lives to the ground. A very strange tune emits from his speakerbox.

Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Y2K plugs straight into the infospehere so as not to use anymore space on his harddrives as the discs whirl and fans whine in his body. It sounds as loud as an ancient Sega Dreamcast.

"Those "masks" and "antlers" are part of the creature's anatomy. The minute patterns on the masks and growths seem to resemble those on the coral-like organism you pulled up on the display earlier." Y2K explains further to the crew.

"Should we make contact with the Copaxi Research team first?" Y2K surmises the situation.

"What sort of creature is this? Does it pose a harm to you lifeforms?" Y2K asks as he is unsure and missing portions of his database. Being mostly full Y2K must delete information to make room for more each mission he goes on.

I kind of want to just because it is something extremely different, though I don't think it fits Y2K's persona.

Does it have to be on this character or am I able to create a new one for the boon to be attached to?

"Affirmative." model Y2K's lights on his eyes flutter from left to right like an older LED belt buckle or digital sign giving a message. "Why were the cities abandoned?" He asks as the answer was not stored in his meager database.

"S'up? Trusty Trashbot at your service. Is this going to be awesome, or what?"

Model Y2K holds his hand out awkwardly, mostly in a fist though his thumb and pinkie finger are left straight out. "Tubular." The abandoned Tamagotchi pets clatter together as he makes twisting motions with his hand.

"I am known as Y2K" The android introduces himself. At least that is the last he can remember being called as his model is so out of date and useless to society that he is mostly ignored by everyone. His software had not had a real update in centuries.

Just above his head pops up an ad as the small projection he procured illuminates as a big red 'x' box. Your system is at risk. Would you like to update your Security?"

Y2K quickly closes it out and it pops up again 23 more times before finally going away for good. He goes back to waiting in the corner while the discman inserted into his body quietly plays Sir Mix-A-Lot - "Baby Got Back" followed by Will Smith - "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It", then finally Matchbox Twenty - "3 A.M.".

An android that looks to be a shell of its former self stands as firm and still as a statue in the corner of the room. Blue and red circuitry line his body made with mixed shapes and panels to fill age old gaps and broken exterior in a hodge-podge sort of rustic way as the exterior skin has long been removed for several decades.

The top half of the Androids head is missing making it look flat in comparison as led lighting forms shimmering colors and holographic images that reflect something in the form of emotion or just pretty lights. Where the mouth is has been replaced by an old speaker box to allow speech a pair of red eyes glow out near the top of what remains of the head.

Hanging from it's arms are nearly a dozen digital, abandoned Tamagotchi pets that slowly move about begging for food and leaving behind small digital poop emoji's.

In the top of his head rests a single discman with a scratched archaic compact disc inserted within. Nothing named or professionally created but more of a mixed tape labeled 'Becky's Hits' in faded lettering.

Name: Tyranius
Character name: Model Y2K
SFS # 95737-701
Faction: Dataphiles

I believe this is the only PC I have in level range. This is a level 2 Operative (Android)

Otherwise I have a

lvl 5 Solarian (Pirate)
lvl 6 Mechanic (Gnome)

Or I can simply make a new PC is the Operative isn't a good fit.

"If it means investigating the remainder of the doors then it would only be the most logical answers First Seeker." Y2K explains.

Yes, Thanks you GM. It was a great game!

"A simulation!" Y2K mutters his thoughts. "Fascinating. Oh look. There are more."

Charisma DC 15: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Y2K speculates but his drive is only full of stuff that is centuries old. "Maybe the door leads back to Absalom Station and we are all raised on our own show like Truman."

Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

The simple door is far too advanced for Model Y2K's inferior design. His database core contains nothing of it's like. His body falls into a while loop control flow statement.

let engineering = 7

while (door = locked)

(door = unlocked )}

Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Model Y2K moves in and kicks the goblin's junklaser away. "Surrender yourself to the dwarf." His modulator blares out. His sensors continue to scan as he keeps his pistol posted on the goblin's body.