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"You know, I think my work here is done! Time to ramp up the firepower." Firing off his macro one last time, Neon pulls up a remote gunnery station and links up one of the unused weapons.

Computers (Target System: Core): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Which weapon is currently not in use?

"If anybody needs me to jump on a gun so we can waste these space-lubbers faster, just say the word!" In the meantime, Neon turns on some smooth jazz to relax and focus on the task at hand.

Computers (Target System: Core): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"You should maybe try shooting at their core now," he says hesitantly, not entirely sure if his macro worked properly.

"...or we could blow up their guns so they stop shooting us. That might work." Having thoroughly scoured the fourth wall for breaches and finding none, he settles back in his chair with a relieved look on his face.

Computers (Target System: Weapons): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Five hexes? What's this guy talking about?" Neon raises his eyebrow as his train of thought is derailed by the fourth wall.

Computers (Target System: Weapons): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Agreed. This booty ain't for plunderin'!" Neon does his tech-wizard stuff and reticulates some splines.

Computers (Target System: Weapons): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Go for their weapons arrays, Team Neon!"

"I guess we should probably beat these guys into submission," Neon says with an exasperated tone. The whole "starship combat" thing is starting to wear on him, especially since his macros are just too darn good for him to be of much use now.

Computers (Scan): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Well, maybe. There's no accounting for bugs in the system.

Neon does just that, cutting to an ad for a Downlow animal shelter seeking individuals interested in adopting their wards. "What a mess. At least we know what happened to them, and so will their families when we make it back."

He stays conspicuously silent on the journey back to orbit, but the disruption from the asteroid field prompts him to spring into action. "I got this!" He fires up one of the onboard computers and lets his technical expertise (sort of...?) take over.

Computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Having set up approximately a dozen macros over the course of their recent space battle, all he has to do is log a command and let the computer chug away automatically. The asteroids are scanned with the minimal effort required, sending advanced pathing data to the pilot's seat. "There ya go, Harqen - bring us home!"

Maintaining Photon Attunement: 3/3

"That's it, guys - send this thing scurrying back home!"

Solsword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Solsword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Hopefully, everyone else will be able to take his advice since he clearly hasn't.

Photon Attunement: 3/3

"Look at me, you greasy piece of pre-chewed chundma!" Neon rants in a desperate attempt to turn the beast's attention away from the group and toward him.

Solsword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Solsword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Photon Attunement: 3/3

Neon evaluates his surroundings quickly and decides that a pair of swings with his blade would be better for the group than the potential friendly fire of a Supernova.

Solsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 - 4 = 7

Solsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 2 - 4 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Photon Attunement: 2/3

Neon, deeply offended by the creature's apparent negligence toward his flashy appearance and techniques, takes a guarded step to flank before lashing out with his blade in frustration. "Validate me!!"

Solsword 1: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Solsword 2: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 + 1 - 4 = 6

Photon Attunement: 1/3

Neon springs into action, his recent failure to keep the beat fading from his mind. "Whoa, that's uglier than sin!" He double moves past Harqen, manifesting his Solsword as he goes, ending his movement right next to the crystal beast.

One... two...

...and the dance begins.

Reflex 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Neon decides that now is a great time to practice his moves. As the storm closes in, he breaks it down with a sick shuffle, sliding and spinning this way and that as the toxic crystals fly around him.

Reflex 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Visible even in the midst of the storm, Neon's faceplate displays a series of falling rhythm indicators and messages like Perfect! Stylish! Unbelievable!

Reflex 3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Then the rock hits, prompting a Better luck next time... message and a groan of disappointment from the icon himself. "Aw, [censored] - you threw off my groove!! He shouts at the storm, but of course, the storm is unfazed by his rage.

"...and as you can see, it's a crap-tastic day here on Ulmarid," Neon says to the camera.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Poison crystals and deadly storms aside, this isn't the kind of place where I'd want to build a summer home." He double-checks the seals on his armor, his faceplate's graphic display showing a tiny humanoid figure slowly being worn down to their skeleton by debris.

Neon chuckles at Vee’s comments and politely declines the snackage. “Zapp, be careful of rogue Comet Snipes! They’ll pick you off if you don’t keep your eyes peeled.” Meanwhile, he sets up a memo on his comm unit: See Jul, re:Star Citadel VII.

“Actually, I don’t live on the Station. I just rent a room near the Lorespire Complex when I’m around - my family’s back on Verces.”

Photon Attunement: 3/3 (forgot to state 2/3 previous round, but it increases at the start of each round)

Neon's aura reaches a critical point, and he shuffles over with a diagonal guarded step to ensure his comrades aren't caught in the blast. "It's showtiiiiiime!" With that, he erupts into a Supernova of neon-blue energy, catching everything within 10 feet in the blast!

Supernova; DC13 Reflex for half: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5) + 1 = 7

Neon’s pixelated skull is animated to laugh maniacally as he cleaves through the first skeleton, its ghastly facade made all the more eerie by his suddenly silent demeanor. With the air of a trained professional, he takes a guarded step into the square formerly occupied by Red and adjusts his grip on the blade for a quick reversal, bringing it screaming toward the nearest Orange foe.

Solsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Photon Attunement: 1/3

The graphic display on Neon's vacuum-sealed faceplate switches to a laughing skull, mimicking the skeletal nature of the crew's opponents. "At least you'll go out in a blaze of glory!" His aura begins to pulsate much like it did in their first fight back on the station, and he advances 10 feet, manifesting his weapon as he does so before taking a swing at the nearest foe.

Solsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

{"I'm volunteering for 'stab-em-in-the-face' duty. Anyone like to join me in the front row?"}

“You had to ask?” Neon’s ceramic armor is remarkably similar to Vchk’s, but is modeled for a standard human and possesses a smooth face-plate that can apparently display pixelated images of Neon’s choosing. At the moment, it looks like an emoji being sick. “Time to spread the light of the cosmos to some [censored].” The built-in profanity filter must have been an added touch - maybe Neon’s more family-friendly than expected.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you stop a show dead in its tracks," Neon states proudly. "How we doin' up there, Team Neon? Any injuries besides wounded pride?"

“I’ll do what I can, but I honestly don’t even know why I’m still doing stuff. You guys have this locked down!”

Computers (Scan): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Indeed, he doesn’t succeed at doing anything, almost as if Zapp’s “encouragement” upset the computer so much that it rebelled against its creators for six seconds.

“I mean, they’re gonna blow up in a minute anyway,” Neon assures the captain. “Let’s speed them along to their next afterlife!”

Computers (Target System: Core): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Whether with encouragement or without it, Neon’s macro keeps chugging along, giving him some free time to stream a retro game on his comm unit.

“Thanks for opening your vid prog up to questions, especially when you and your colleagues seem to be busy fighting for your lives and all. So, anyways, I was wondering. When you started broadcasting your prog, I’m sure that you probably figured that some Eoxians would someday be calling you names or making insults—that was just simply a matter of time. But, did you ever think that those same Eoxians would also be trying to kill you with a dreadful Eye-Beam™ at the same time?”

“Honestly, mama told me this day would come, and life has a funny way of throwing tomatoes at you when you think it’ll give you lemons.” Neon picks some lint off his shoulder and absentmindedly hits one of his macros.

Computers (Target System: Engines): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

The targeting parameters switch to the enemy ship’s engines. He adds, “I’m glad you asked, though. I’ve never gotten an eye quite this evil before, and it’s a new experience for me!”

As well as the battle is currently going, Neon is only halfway paying attention to the monitors.

Computers (Balance): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

He hits the macro he created earlier to rebalance the shields and turns toward his comm unit. “I think now would be a great time for some questions from our wonderful viewers!”

Borrowing from rear shields to recharge the front to max.

"Skelebro, you raise some interesting points, to which I respond..." Neon waits for Vchk's shot to hit home. "...that you're just an idiot." With that, he logs more keystrokes and shifts the target parameters to the enemy's weapon systems.

Computers (Target System: Weapons): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

“We got ‘em on the ropes now!” Neon punches more keys and tries to line up a shot on the enemy’s power core.

Computers (Target System: Core): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Instead, an error message appears: “I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Who the hell is Dave, and what did he do to my computer?!”

Good luck! Hope the kiddo feels better soon. Also, pun game is on point with these boneheads.

"Keep it up, Harqen! This is some fancy flyin' at its finest." At a loss for what he should do - community college-level computer courses only carry one so far, after all - he spins around in his seat, pondering his next move.

Computers (Balance): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Neon manages to stop spinning in his chair long enough to let the cosmos speak to him. This one. Just like that, he finds the right sequence to rebalance the shields, allocating them as needed across all sides.

"Oh, boy. Time for a balancing act." Neon flips some switches, bingles some bongles, and reticulates some splines.

Computers (Balance): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

As expected, it doesn't quite go as planned, and triumphant classical music starts blaring throughout the ship. "Uh... go, team?"

{"We'll know more once Neon stops watching cat videos!"}

”Don’t hate, boss man - cat videos make the universe go ‘round!” He tries another scan, putting off more defensive actions until they can get a read on the enemy ship’s armaments.

Computers (Scan): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

”There we go! Let’s see what kind of heat these guys are packing.”

“Alright, boney boys - time for your X-ray.” Neon flips a few switches and does Computer Stuff(TM), going for a full scan of the enemy vessel.

Computers (Scan): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
Oof. Not sure if that makes, even with the low DC.

Somehow, he manages to drag up a clip of a cat playing a keyboard in the corner of the screen. “Heh, classic. That one’s for you pet-lovers out there!” He winks at the camera, all the while thinking, I have no idea what I’m doing.

The GM specified that the science officer needed to make a DC10 Computers check to locate the enemy vessel, so that was the check I made.

Since I have to choose the placement/orientation of the ships, what are the group's preferences on those? Would you all prefer to approach from a certain side?

“Easy with the micro there, Head Wound,” Neon shoots back. “You keep gettin’ up in my air, there won’t be any left for me to breathe.”

Also, what’s with this guy’s fashion sense? Red sucks. Shaking his head in despair, he mans the science officer’s station, doing his best to muddle through the unfamiliar prompts.

Computers (+2 from ship, +2 from assist): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"Found 'em! Let's go raid the closet for some skeletons." With the location of the Endless Threnody locked in, he punches a few keys, sending the Loreseeker along the optimal path to reach their target.

"I'm no Hackerman, but I've logged some keystrokes in my time. If we need someone to give our shields a little juice, I can do in a pinch."

“Hey, now - I was doing fine right until that one goon managed to find his swingin’ arm and whacked me upside the head. That laser was just a lucky hit,” he says defensively. Rapping his knuckles on his newly-mended armor, he adds, “I feel bad about the other guy, but at least he didn’t suffer much. Vaporization tends to be pretty instant.”

Neon looks rather uneasy, which is quite out-of-character for the character he is. "Space battle, huh? I'm not one to go in guns blazing, but it looks like we don't have a choice," he concludes in a miserable tone.

Player Name: TheInfamousWes
Character Name: Neon Punk
Class / Level: Solarian 1
PFS No.: 219289-701
Faction: Wayfinders
Day Job Roll: Profession (Live-streamer) +7
Finally, please let me know if you have an objection to a non-player playing certain NPCs or being a co-GM: No objections here!

With the help of Zapp’s healing serum, Neon drifts back to consciousness. ”Oof. Well, that was an unexpected surprise, ladies and gentlemen, but it looks like we got our...” He glances at Exegara. ”...person?”

Hauling himself back on his feet, he pats Zapp on the shoulder and winks. ”Thanks for the backup, ‘Nameless Dude’.”

Neon is down and stable for the time. A few seconds after his scrolling We'll be right back! hologram appears, his armor's built-in speakers start blaring this tinny elevator music. Now, everyone else can enjoy the upbeat song as they slaughter each other.

Neon takes the hits like a champ, only going down when the Eoxian’s laser pistol strikes him for a bit more punishment than he can take. ”Well, da—“

With a clatter made all the louder from my disappointment at NOT getting to Supernova, Neon falls to the ground in a heap of black metal with neon trim, his cosmic aura dispersing instantly. Immediately afterward, a hologram springs up from his comm device: We’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!

Resolve: -1, 2/3 remaining

Correct me if I’m wrong, but not even 15 damage is enough to chew through Neon’s 8 SP and 11 HP (total of 19) and put him near death. He should have 4 HP remaining. Also, Ozei is correct about not confirming crits - the double damage is guaranteed since Neon’s KAC is way below the result of the crit.

Neon laughs at being called ‘this punk’ by the thugs approaching him. ”Oh, you’re a fan of my channel? Sorry we had to meet like this!” With a firm stance and a steady hand, he lashes out twice with his solar blade, his aura growing more intense as his attunement to photon energy increases.

Photon attunement: 2/3

Full Attack - the first attack will resolve against Jarkin. If it hits and the damage is enough to drop him, the second will resolve against Gurge; if not, both attacks will target Jarkin.

Melee attack 1 (Solsword): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 4 = 15
Damage (Solsword): 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4

Melee attack 2 (Solsword): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 = 20 (Crit!)
Damage (Solsword): 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 + 2 = 10

With laser focus and a disturbingly cheerful gleam in his blazing eyes, Neon delivers a pair of lightning-fast strikes imbued with the burning light of the cosmos, trying to overwhelm his opponents in one fell swoop.

"It's the moment you've all been waiting for!" Neon springs into action, dashing forward until he reaches a place suitable to climb down the vines. As he moves, he begins to emit a corona of stellar light that perfectly matches the color scheme of his sleek black-and-blue battle armor, and a sword of pure light manifests in his right hand.

Photon attunement: 1/3

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

With a firm grip and the air of someone who's practiced this way too many times, Neon swings himself down via the foliage with little difficulty, ready to face off against anyone who dares confront him head-on.

For flavor, his photon attunement and solarian abilities are reminiscent of this stuff right here.

"Unlike my friend here, I just planned on blowing up half your ship..."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Chatting amiably at the camera, Neon subconsciously winds up walking in front of the group, hoping for a wide-angle shot to better show off their adventures. He's grown quite comfortable in the Downlow and doesn't suspect anything out of the ordinary.

"Chundma and I don't see eye-to-eye anymore. I blame Spring Break of 314, which - completely coincidentally - is when I nearly went blind." He prods a button on his comm unit, eliciting the sad sound of a trumpet from his soundboard.

Neon posts up near the front of the group so he can get that JUICY CHARGE LANE.

Oh, you know it.

Captain - Bluff +2, Diplomacy +6, Intimidate +2
Gunner - Ranged +2
Science Officer - Computers +4

Neon's a bit locked-in to certain niches at the moment.

"Thanks, big man! You're a credit to the Society," Neon says to the vesk. He casts another look back at the VR gear and sighs, trailing after the rest of the group as they depart from the shop. I'll be back for you, Retro Beauty.

Culture re Eox: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Culture re Vat Garden: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Letting the ysoki take the lead with the intel this time, Neon hangs back and addresses some questions from viewers, though he's somewhat distracted by his thoughts. "This Eoxian sounds like bad news, and that's not out of any prejudice I may have toward the... uh, the 'differently alive'. We're in for a rough ride if we want to get the truth about those insignias."

Neon watches with a bemused air as his fellow Starfinders lay into the vesk with their best Bad Cop/Bad Cop routine. With one last longing glance at the VR decks, he tries to move closer to the group. It sucks being the one with a conscience sometimes.

"I think what my friends here are trying to say is that if you pass along the info sooner rather than later, we can all be on our way. I know your time is a lot more valuable than anything else - wasted time is bad for business, and we don't want that to happen to you."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

His heartfelt appeal to the vesk's sense of reason is somewhat diminished by an explosive sneeze immediately afterward.

"Don't handle the merchandise unless you can pay for it, man-ling." warns the vesk.

"Sorry, boss. Just showing some love for the quality stuff you've got here."