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Niobrar's actually going to hit the dusty trails. We are running the yesteryear saga at my local lodge, so I'd have to keep spending replays.

Profession (musician): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

"Oi, that's just like it is everywhere, innit? The elite get richer, and the poor masses are left to fend for themselves. Personally, I'd vote for arming the Husks and seeing what they do, but the least we owe them is the truth."

"Oh, don't mind me, just walking over here..."

Bluff to Trick: 1d20 + 17 - 20 ⇒ (14) + 17 - 20 = 11
"In your face" He says shooting his handcoil.

Handcoil vs Green EAC, hopefully flatfooted: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Electric Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1d8 ⇒ (2) + 2 + (5) = 9

The big guy skirts out to his left and gets a clear shot on the red one.

Bluff to trick: 1d20 + 17 - 20 ⇒ (1) + 17 - 20 = -2 (if it is level -2 or less, I get to trick it and its flat-footed... I'm gonna assume it is not.)
Handcoil vs Red's EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Electric Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Oy, hold up a second, let me take a gander," Niobrar says, and tries to use bypass the trap

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Niobrar is almost comically too tall to put on a ghibrani cover-all.

Don't forget that its a new day, so you get back Resolve and spells and other things

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

"oooh, good idea, Top Down, I was totally thinking why this would be our problem, but yeah, that makes sense." Niobrar whispers.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Niobrar strains to keep it down.

Niobrar, often used to getting paid in a night's meal, tries the meal. Never one to turn up his nose at free food.

Niobrar makes a wide sweeping bow, his head nearly touching the ground, and then pops back up to eleven feet in stature.

"'Ello, we're not from around here." He says, and then looks at Xagyg "Well, for the most part, I think."

"How did you get something like your orbital defense platform up there?"

Niobrar swoops down low to whisper into Tuek's ear. "Hey, mate, I don't think these beetles know how their guns work." he whispers, "I think they might be putting on a dog and pony show, yeah."

At some point, can we take a 10 minute rest?

"Oi, yeah, we're new here, no need to gawk, little fellas." Niobrar says, waving at the little beetles.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

"Right, yeah, that sounds good" Niobrar doesn't like the sound of this city, but he imagines there's way more answers than here with the husks.

Profession (Musician): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Niobrar figures out the rhythm of the music and joins in.

"If we could get a chance to rest for 10 minutes, I'd like to put my feet up" He says, still sporting some cuts from the fight previously.

Niobrar seeing Tuek, decides to ape the little Ysoki and also bows lowly.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Niobrar puts his hands up, and lets his pistol drop to the ground, falling about 14 feet before it hits the ground.

"Alright, can you hear me? Can you understand me?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Actually, pick on someone much smaller than yourself. I'm tall but I'm all skin and bones!"

Luckily for Niobrar, he can keep bounding away from the creature

Bluff to Trick: 1d20 + 17 - 20 ⇒ (5) + 17 - 20 = 2 If it is level 2 or less, the creature is flat footed)
Handcoil Attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Electricity Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 (Wait, crap, I did only +1 the last two turns, but its half my level and I'm level 4)
Extra Trick Attack damage that I doubt applies: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Again, Niobrar pulls back with his tricky uncanny mobility.

Bluff Trick: 1d20 + 17 - 20 ⇒ (18) + 17 - 20 = 15 (if it is level 15 or less, I have the creature flat-footed)
Attack roll vs Monster's flat-footed EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Electric Damage: 1d6 + 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + (2) + 1 = 8

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

With uncanny mobility the 11-foot tall Sarcesian springs back and takes a shot!

Trick Attack Bluff: 1d20 + 17 - 20 ⇒ (1) + 17 - 20 = -2 (if the creature is this level or less, it is flat footed)
Handcoil vs EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Electricity Damage: 1d6 + 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + (2) + 1 = 4 if he's not flat-footed, take away the 1d4

Sorry, last turn I forgot that as a Sarcesian, I'm Large

Niobrar swans off to the side to get on the creature's flank, pulling out his handcoil as he does. He takes a shot

Handcoil vs EAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Electric Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Crit Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

(since there's no secondary target in 10 ft, it doesn't arc to my teammates)

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

"Here I am, using my own legs like a chump," Niobrar grumbles.

"Yeah, that bloody sucked," Niobrar said, "We need to get on the ground in case they have more systems coming around orbit."

I was gonna taunt them, but since they're completely automated, I imagine they're immune.

Niobrar encourages the gunner using the gyrolaser.

Diplomacy, DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Well, he needs a second to retune his guitar.

Niobrar switches over to the captain's chair, "Hey, gunner, why don't I play you a little fight music."

Diplomacy to encourage the gunner using the Missile Launcher, DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

+2 to your attack roll.

<Round 1>
Niobrar takes to the scanners array, and wants to get a measure of their opponent.

Computers to scan the ship, with triode bonus: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11
DC is 5 +1.5 x Tier so I should hopefully still get something)

<Round 2>
Niobrar tries to lock on to the platform's power core.

Computers to Lock On : 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
DC is the same as above, so I really hope we should lock on. We crit on a 19-20, and the first crit threshold automatically affects their powercore

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

"There's no one on board on that thing, so no one to reason with, luv."

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"Well, they don't like us," Niobrar says, "If we run away now, we all survive."

Technically Niobrar has a better piloting, but I have several options. I can do scans on the Computer.

Niobrar writes down "do not start a war" and after a moment's consideration, underlines it.

"Oh, they got an automated defense, or maybe they don't like visitors. What if they dont want peaceful contact?"

"Yeah, right, so, I'm minding my own business, trying to find a gig. Saw an ad, I thought it was for pirate radio, and I thought that's bloody perfect, because I'm a musician see? Turns out it was for pirates. Next thing you know, I'm on a cruise ship, posing as a musician while I'm feeding info to the crew. Now, I'm here in the Society, looking to lay low from Johnny Law, yeah?"

1) Player name: Will H.
2) Character name: Niborar Platt
3) SFS#-Character#: 171333-705
4) Character Class: Operative
5) Faction: Wayfinders
6) Preferred Starship Frame?: Drake
7) Preferred Starship Role?: Gunner or Pilot
8) Character Race and Size: Sarcesian, Large
9) Perception and Initiative bonus: +9, and +3
A) Anything else you wish to add?: No, I don't think so.

I'm really sorry about this but I need to take a mental health break from PbP for a while. I'm just not in the right headspace for it and I'm not enjoying it. I would suggest trying to find someone to fill my spot, and maybe some point down the road, we'll meet at another table.

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"Hey mate, look over here," Niobrar extends on hand way along the wall.

Bluff to Trick Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

Ranged Attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Damage, Electricity & Fire: 1d4 ⇒ 4

sorry, I've been dealing with some stuff. Also, someone shrank Niobrar. He's a large creature.

Squeezing through the door, the musician pulls out his plasma claw and tries to shoot the damn thing.

can't trick attack since I need to get my weapon out.

ranged attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Electric & fire: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"Bleeding Humans, and their tiny hallways," Niobrar says as he comes to Embidi to see this thing.

"Yeah, yeah, do the weapon turret, Niobrar," the Sarcesian mumbles to himself.

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"I mean, I don't have an issue with the vacuum, yeah, but if you like," Niborar says shrugging. Mighty wings of orange energy are sprouting from his back in the vacuum of space. Its more fun to fly but apparently most non-Sarcesians don't like the vacuum.

Niobrar puts on his electrocellular plasma claw, in case things go down.

"Well no time like the present for this to go all bollix." he says glumly, "Let's do this."

"Oi, I think we'll need to get there as quickly as possible. Want to move on out before that storm hits."

Is the Honorbound staying put? I'm confused, which one is our Initiative and which is one the enemy's?

"Bloody 'ell, someone's actually giving insurance policies to the Society?" Niobrar says off-coms.

"No, no, love, he's not saying the Swarm's here right now, he just mentioned them; that's why he's trying to horn in on the Struggle, yeah?" Niobrar says, trying to comfort Momo.

The operative, not being a particularly skilled diplomat, lets the captain speak.

Niobrar can be Science officer. He can also pilot or be a gunner.

Computers: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10

"Plane of earth shennanigans? Wot d'ya mean by that? They came in all fuzzy on my scans, innit?"

"Humans? Yeah, they're always eating, right? All during the cruise, humans just eat and eat and eat, yeah?" Niobrar says, not realizing that not all humans eat like those on vacation on a cruise ship. "Who the hells the Manta Corp? I know I've heard the name somewhere."

Is there a reason we can't use the Azata? I'm fine with the Drake.

Niobrar seems surprised that they were actually listening to him. "Listen, little bird, I'm a working musician, I play any gig that'll take me. Can't be too choosy about the genre. If the band plays sugar-pop, I'll play sugar-pop. If the band plays neutron-metal, I play neutron-metal. Mostly I play guitar, I do know my way around a base guitar, and I do the occasional back-up on vocals, you know. More you can do, the more gigs you can get, yeah?"

"Johnny Law, you know, the Stewards and their guns and their- their, you know, arresting mates, yeah? Trying to stay on their right side, and I've been told that we Starfinder are very rarely told to break the law, so you know, I've got that going for me."

Niobrar is surprised by the old man's voice. It seems like Niobrar missed Skip's entering the room."Is that a neck tie? Aren't you afraid of it getting trapped in one of the sliding doors? Or a monster something grabbing you by it?"

A somewhat short Sarcesian ambles into the briefing room. By short, Niobrar is only 10'1. He's got on a leather braided headband and small pink-tinted eyeglasses. Thin and reedy, it looks like it wouldn't take too strong of a breeze to knock him down.

"'Ello, 'ello. You lot are the other Starfinders, yeah?" he mumbles. "Name's Niobrar, Niobrar Platt, 'm a musician, yeah. Saw a gig, thought it was for pirate radio, turns out it was just for pirates, actually. One thing led to another, bing bang boom, I'm aboard a bleedin' cruiseship, workin' as an inside man, yeah? Things get to hot, don't like that much, and so I'm tryin' to stay on the right side of Johnny Law here in the Society."

I'm actually a level 2 operative.

Decided to go with my operative, just because he's fun to play. Is there a place to sign in with our organized play numbers and such?