i think i'm gonna bow out from continuing. Real life is too hectic for me at the moment and you all have a rather good pace going on. Thanks for the fun and hopefully we can play again in another game.
No rush on moving the game forward for me. I'll post rolls for the next three rounds/checks which will all be for speed (vroom vroom).
I've been really tired and sleeping a lot myself, but i've been keeping tabs. I hope your life events end up smoothing themselves out, so take the time you need to do so. :)
Alright, let's see what we can do. Morgan gets to work on configuring the sensors making sure everything is running smoothly. Attempting to increase the speed.
Computers:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
In the meantime his Hover drone, M3-L0-D13, flies about with the directive to record as much about the opposing racers as she can with her camera; which he will check in on when he takes a break or watch the footage when she comes back.
Engineering:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
M3-L0-D13:
Hover Drone - (M-3 L-0 D-13)
Size: Tiny
Speed: 30ft; 30ft flying
HP: 10
Bab: +1
AC: EAC 11 KAC 11
Fort: +0
Ref: +2
Will: +0
Str: 6
Dex: 16
Con: -
Int: 6
Wis: 8
Cha: 6
Skills: Acrobatics (+7), Stealth (+7)
Mods: Flight System (x2, included in its speed), weapon mount, Camera
Feats: Jet Dash
Morgan listens to the rules of the race. hmm... not sure if that makes this easier or harder. Either way limitations tend to makes things more fun. With a wave of his hand he walks past to go look for the driver and his machine to see what is already there for them to work with.
Okay, i really want to apologize for slowing things down just to post a short overwatch turn. I wasn't planning on it, but today has been a long day and robbed me of time i thought i would have.
Morgan stays to the back and rouses his drone to life. It slowly whirls awake and begins to fly over the edge of the bridge and sticks to the surface of the water; it starts to look around before settling on the three in front of them; keeping its fair distance.
My hover drone; i don't believe it has anything to add for combat at the moment(guns are expensive)
While listening to the others casually tossing in ideas of murder, and kidnapping with intent to murder, he jokingly says aloud, 'we may as well go and change her official description; then we could grab poor old Timothy off the street and no one would be the wiser. Well aside from poor Timothy but he'd be dead so, no loose ends!' He gestured and veiled it with a thin layer of sarcasm, better known as the Devil's humor.
Mostly holding to the back of the group and keeping little attention to himself he wouldn't partake the invitation to the tea. As he was scanning the room for a computer or setup of some kind to pry through, the admittance to stealing the information caught him off guard.
He listened keenly on the talk about faking the lady's death and, depending on the plan, was thinking about offering a thorough wipe of any digital devices to lessen any past incriminating actions she might have accrued from other past 'relapses'.
Neat. I'll definitely have to do some research on the boons floating around. Could make homebrewed games more interesting.
Definitely my first XFS (PFS or SFS) game; but I'm used to the system and to pbp, so at this point it's just adjusting to the Starfinder part of it all :D
Did I say something wrong? I sounded too greedy didn't I? Ahh, the other Lashunta said it much better; I'll have to keep that in mind the next time I talk business. Speaking of the Lashunta. . . He whipped up another personal profile while he continued to critique his social flop.
Ah, pardon me he tapped Serrarra on the shoulder could I see that chip; and I can send the info to everyone's comm unit as we walk.
Morgan's mind was a flurry of thoughts and calculations. He scrawled the request details on his custom rig, which looked like a bulky and 'slightly used' workers tablet. He was thinking about what the information might be, but reasoned that it couldn't be too valuable. There was a small possibility that it was a bait to test their loyalty with such delicate matters as these. Either way he only had one question, for such a bold, yet sensitive request; what would you be willing to offer for our retrieval of the information, and for acquiring the hacker as an asset?
Morgan found the faction he was looking for; the Dataphiles. Although they seemed snobbish and brutish in some of their more, nuanced methods and ideals, one had to admit that in order to gain the dragons' gold you first had to get past the dragon. Tell me what you can about this, Historia-7.
Finding Jula's mannerism, and Triskid's particular choice in vocabulary, strangely amusing Morgan gave out an audible chuckle. Forgetting his composure he looked slightly hunched over like he was laughing at something particularly funny.
Morgan listened on in quite observation of the others, while keeping his composure at the humorous antics between Triskid and Jula. He made sure to look at no one in particular and keep to himself as he quietly hoped to be done with being in public and return to his hole in the station. All the while making a small mental profile of each one there in the off chance he may have to resort to being social again.
Morgan walks up after waiting his turn. Having taken his time to weigh the pros and cons of being marked, he accepts the implant after providing the cheek swab, making sure to make a mental note of the requirements now added if he ever one day wanted to go comepletely off the grid.
He made a formal show of respect to the hologram, 'Thank you, and what a fitting name i might add to be greeted by one such as you for an organization that has done just that; been a most helpful Guidance. I feel honored in such an already momentous event.' Turning to the others he gives them a warm smile as his hair cascades down one side of his face before walking back to his spot to stand respectfully.
Okay, Lashunta Mechanic checking in.
I'm trying to learn a lot in a little time so some mistakes may occur, but i will try to fix them as quick as i can. Thank you for your patience.
