Niobrar Platt's page

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?