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Chron looks good. Thanks, GM!

Thanks, GM!

Naboh wheels around in a wide arc to face their pursuer.

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

Hey, Cap'n? Do I got permission to ram this bugger if I need to? I'm askin' for a friend.

Yeah, that's great and all. But you know, right, that it doesn't rhyme?

;-)

Azara, your encouragement is appreciated, but I auto-succeed on Evade at this Tier.

Gotcha!

Naboh continues to keep the Drake's aft facing the Jinsul craft.

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Good call, Gary. We could definitely use a break.

How do these guys keep cutting in like that? I know I'm a better pilot than that. It's time for them to start not rolling so well on Initiative, mmmkay? ;-)

Right, here goes. I'm puttin' some distance between us and them, and keepin' the rear shields pointed at 'em. Do your best, gunners!

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

Oh, and hey...I'm kind of a fan of breathin'. If we could get Life Support fixed I'd be pretty grateful. Might even be a firm handshake in it for ya...

That's just Naboh talking. If you think you have a higher priority, by all means go for it.

Roger that, Gary King of the Humans.

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

Naboh continues to carefully fly toward the rear of the Jinsul formation.

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

I feel the need. The need for speed.

Naboh moves toward the rear of the enemy formation, flying defensively.

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

Naboh is a pilot first and foremost, so that's his vote. But I'm happy to be outvoted.

Hang on to your whiskers, folks. It's gonna get furry again.

Naboh maneuvers, ignoring the disabled vessel as he tries a close flyby of Orange.

Using one of the trinode bonuses.

Flyby: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 13 + 1 = 24

Woooooooohooooooo! Light 'em up! Gods, I love Point Blank Range!

Naboh fires the inertial thrusters, hard, slamming the ship into reverse.

Back Off: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

Hang on, everyone. Oh, uh...pretend I said that 5 seconds ago, willya? Sorry about your coffee.

Bringin' us in for a flyby. Make those weapons count!

Using one of the trinode bonuses.

Flyby, Trinode: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 13 + 1 = 17

Comin' in hard, folks, hang on to your whiskers! Whoa, that's close!

Naboh brings the Drake around behind the second Jinsul craft.

If these scans are right, they don't got no Aft weapon except the turret. Light him up, gunners!

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

Bringin' us in closer, Cap'n. Gunners, get ready. It's about to get furry!

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Me too.

Does Get 'Em make a difference on my shot?

Yeah, I don't think so. No centipedes allowed.

Targeting the nearest one (Green?).

ALR, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Naboh similarly administers a Serum to Exemplar.

Serum Mk1: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Are you allergic to Serums of Healing, Exemplar? Ask your doctor.

GM, I think I've already acted this round, but immediately after I acted you show me as "may go". What's my status, please?

Get away from Gary King of the Humans, you tentacled...monster!

Naboh is not the most witty while in combat.

ALR, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 = 24 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Naboh lines up his shot on Red and takes it.

ALR, Combat Tracking, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 23 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Naboh takes the RP option. RP 4/4

Naboh fusses with his rifle, annoyed that he lost his cool enough to miss twice in a row.

ALR, Combat Tracking, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 13 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Probably make that three times in a row.

Naboh shakes off his fear enough to engage his Combat Tracking and help his friends.

Not sure if I'm still Shaken or not. Stupid me, I forgot I have a Neural Shunt that lets me reroll a failed mind-affecting save. Is it too late for that?

ALR, Combat Tracking, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 10 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Will DC11: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7 Shaken (-2 to all d20's)

Uhhh, I dunno, boss. I got a bad feelin' about this.

Naboh retreats halfway down the stairs, shaking with fright but unwilling to abandon his friends.

Medicine DC12, Shaken: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 2 = 21

Look at the blood stains. They been sacrificing people here for a long time.

Does the main corridor have sigils and/or captives?

I'm about out of ideas. If all the corridors are seemingly trapped then we can't use them -- they forcefully hurl us back. The sigils don't seem to respond to any manipulation. The captives must be saved but can't help us help them. If the main corridor is trapped then I'm on to shooting at the statues out of desperation.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Eh, nothin' here, boss. At this point I think maybe we should just destroy the statues. Maybe that'll get someone's attention...

Y'know, I got a cousin who's a "living statue" street performer on Eox. He does it after work, for fun. 'Course, it's easier when you're technically undead.

Naboh does have a frag grenade, but they're designed to destroy flesh, not stone. He doesn't think it would do much to the sigils.

Hey, I got an idea...

He takes his datapad (*) and types out a simple "How can we help you?" message on it, then uses his ghostly hand to carry it as far into a corridor as he can without setting off the trap.

Let's ask the locals.

(*) I think it's assumed we all have a general-purpose datapad for everyday use. If that's wrong, Naboh instead finds something to write on and writes the message in ink.

Looks t'me that maybe they're captives, and we need to find a way to get them out.

Naboh concentrates for a moment, then reaches his hand out dramatically. From a distance (30 ft), he tries to push and wipe one of the sigils. If that doesn't work, he tries holding a handkerchief from his hygeine kit in front of a sigil to block it from view.

Psychokinetic Hand 2/3

Naboh watches Azara get thrown back and reconsiders the plan to try the smaller corridors.

He tests the corridors one by one, tossing a small object into them to see if it's only live things that trigger the trap, and if any corridors are not similarly trapped.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Yeah, funny. I never stayed long enough to find out.

Yeah, my cousin Susie says the same thing, except she says "Y'all better put that pie back where you found it, Naboh Berrnshaw, before I knock you out with a corn ladle". Small universe, huh?

SP 12/12 HP 14/14 RP 3/4

Naboh bounces with glee in the low gravity.

Hey, I got a cousin from a low-G world. "Stretch" Berrnshaw, we call him. Almost 4 feet tall, he is! Well, on his world he is. When he visits Akiton, he shrinks down to about two and a half feet and crawls on all fours. We still call him "Stretch". It'd be mean not to.

He glances all around.

Any idea what those squiggles is all about, Cap'n? I got no idea. Whaddya think, go down the big stairs first or check out the smaller corridors? My cousin Squishy always says, "Down the hatch!" whenever he takes a drink. There's never a hatch, though. Yeah, Squishy's a little odd.

Hey, that's rude!

Naboh scurries behind better cover and fires.

ALR, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Naboh receives telemetry from his exocortex and uses it to fire at the robot.

Not sure if the purple thing in the center blocks line-of-sight. If so, Naboh's Move action is to move up to it and take cover behind it, and this attack does not have the +1 from Combat Tracking.

ALR, Get 'Em, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 13 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Ow! Now that hurt!

Naboh moves into cover and keeps firing at the remaining robot.

ALR: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

SP 6/12

Naboh continues to engage his Combat Tracking and fires at Red.

ALR, Combat Tracking, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 26 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Azimuth 43 degrees, projected dodge vector quadrant seven...aim down and to the left for best results.

Naboh engages his targeting computer (Move action) and fires at Blue if it's still moving, Red if not.

ALR, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Get 'Em? Got 'Em!

Naboh pulls his rifle and fires at Blue.

ALR, Get 'Em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Good!

We're not leavin', bub. We got no beef with you, but we got a job to do. What are ya gonna do about it?

Again, I'm lost as to what we can do to progress here.

Naboh heads straight for the engineering section.

Engineering DC15: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Say, whoever these folks were, they had some pretty sweet tech. I wish I had my hands on some of these gadgets they're describing here.

Yeah, we seem to be getting nowhere fast with this A.I. Let's ditch it and look for the control room.

I'm lost as to how to proceed and it seems time is running out.

Naboh does a cursory search to see if he can spot anything useful.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

He discovers a long-closed store that sells his favorite pants. Or used to.

Yeah, look at this dust! And down the hall I saw a food wrapper in the corner. Who did you say was in charge of sanitation around here?

Bluff, Aid Another: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

Yeah, that was weird. Anybody else got a funny feelin' we're bein' watched?

Naboh sniffs warily as he continues exploring.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Sure, someone with a good Culture roll boost it and pass it.

If there's been some sort of planetwide catastrophe, aren't we most likely to find survivors in a shopping mall?

I'm confused, GM. Are you saying that we've solved this puzzle and can move on, or that we have the necessary info to solve it?

Sense Motive DC15: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

Naboh is starting to wonder if we did come to kill him. But he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

Naboh tries to determine who exactly is phase shifted, us or them. He relays any information he finds to the Captain.

Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27