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Gazigaz takes a deep breath before taking a step forward, patting his friends' shoulders.

"Hear us out nufriend pirates. I know that we have our differents, and I know that you have massive weapons pointed right at your face, but focus on my message. We don't want to hurt you. We never wanted to hurt anyone. We know that as pirates, you have probably done terrible things, but we're ready to offer you a chance for a better life. Each one of you deserves something better.

Gazigaz claps his hands before taking a few steps forward.

"So! Right now you have two options:

The choice is yours nufriends! I hope you choose the right one."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 10 + (5) = 26 (skill expertise)

Gazigaz listens to his friends attentively, adjusting his armbands and brushing his fur nervously as he mumbles his thoughts.

"We can't leave them here to rot, it wouldn't be fair to them, nor to the osharus. They could be nice people who turned out bad because of previous unfortunate events, but they could also be pure evil... Nah, nobody is pure evil! Babies are sweet and innocent and their hearts only get darker as they grow up depending on what life throws at them. But we're talking about pirates here that already tried to kill us! How can we make sure that these twelve angry pirates won't cause a wreck once inside the ship? What if... What if!!"

His nervous mumbling and combing stop abruptly. Gazigaz's eyes begin to sparkle with the flamme of a plan. The green skittermander fixes the ground for a second to put some order in his boiling mind, then stands up straight and shouts to his friends with a passionate voice:

"Hear me out skittercrew! We could target the pirates with the ship's weapons so that they would be too intimidated to attack us. Then, we could apologize for the fight we had earlier (to show our good will) and suggest them to come back to the Pact Worlds with us aboard our ship as long as they give us their weapons. If they accept, we could lock them up in the hangar, away from their leader, Silazi. Her we could... we could lock her up somewhere else and deliver her to the autorities once we get back home. A captain has to take the fall for their crew, right? And she's a mean girl anyway! It would give a chance to her crew to witness the goodness of the universe and to choose a better path for the future. What do you think?"

"Offer travel back to pact worlds as long as they behave, they can get their stuff from the ship. If they cause trouble we toss them from the airlock?"

"Good idea Nako!", answers Gazigaz.

Gazigaz thinks for a minute, looking at the ship, then at his friends.

"The mean lady was mean but... I mean, we don't know these pirates, neither do we know why they started working for the mean lady in the first place. Maybe they didn't have a choice, maybe they had a rough childhood and took a bad decision. I think that they deserve a chance to get out of this muddy planet. What do you think? We're the Helping Hand's crew after all!!"

Ref Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Gazigaz runs behind a crate to hide from the blast. He then shoots at the bots with his pistol.

Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Damage (E): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"You don't have great skills in naming ships, missus! And you shouldn't have messed with this awesome skitter crew. SKITTERMANDERS, GET HER!" Get Em

Gazigaz draws his pistol and shoots at Anga Silazi.

Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"It was so drift! It was like both of our ships fused into one. Unfortunately, this Frankenstein of a ship was inoperable. It became obvious that staying meant certain death. We immediately fled from this crashing abomination in an escape pod and landed here, on this muddy planet.", adds Gazigaz.

Diplomacy (aid Nako I guess?): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 111d6 ⇒ 3

I suggest we resolve the headmasters' issues in the following order:
1. Kiodea (we've already began)
2. Dakoyo could use his Mysticism to talk religion with Olavier
3. Quonx could talk to Zoni
4. We could use some Diplomacy to get Saguentes to tell us what's wrong, and then Dakoyo could use Medicine to heal him (I also have a Mk 1 Serum of Healing if needed)
5. We could all head towards monitor 47
What do you think? Am I missing something?

Yeah, I forgot to mention it! I will take a rest in the cruiser too

"Oh sorry, we didn't mean to frighten you nufriend. I'm Gazigaz and those are my friends: Nako, Quonx and Dakoyo.", says Gazigaz, getting immediately on one knee to help the osharu.

"This is an impressive facility. I would love to stay and admire its design, but I don't want to stay long enough on this planet for my fur to take its stinky odor. You all seem pretty busy anyway, we would not want to disturb you any longer. Ponatia, can you introduce us to your wise headteachers now?"

"Oh no, don't let it get away! No one is allowed to leave after hurting my friends, NO ONE!", shouts Gazigaz as he shoots at the creature (Get 'Em).

Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"No one hurts a skitter friend without any consequences! Hit him hard!", shouts Gazigaz. Get 'Em

"Hang in there Nako! You're the best skitter fighter I know, you'll kill that stinky monster soon!" Inspiring Boost

Gazigaz takes another shot at the creature.

Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"He bit me!! The ugly monster bit me!! What's that thing anyway??", screams Gazigaz.

Life Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Gazigaz runs next to Dakoyo, looks at the swamp predator, and notices the bad position in which stands the doctor.

"We need to distract the monster to allow our labcoat nufriend to get out of the water! Can you get out of there by yourself nufriend?"

Gazigaz doesn't wait for the doctor's answer before pointing his pistol towards the swamp predator, aware that the quicker he would get its attention, the quicker the doctor would be able to escape. Before shooting, the skittermander shouts:

"Get him skitters! Let's show him what we've got! HEY UGLY FACE!! TAKE THIS!!" (using hyper to get an extra move action and use Get'Em)

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Yeah let's rest guys!

"FIRE! Damn it burns!", screams Gazigaz.

He then runs to the remaining fire and swings the branch once again.

Ref Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Yeah, I think that you own these Ibra songs on your own... You're doing great! I don't seem to be in a Kumba yaya kawaw mood anyway...", answers Gazigaz as he let go of Dakoyo's hands and heads towards the nearest burning tree.

Gazigaz looks around, spots a branch, grabs it with two hands, and swings it in a circular motion to project waves of water towards the fire.

Reflex save to splash water: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Gazigaz follows Dakoyo in his chants with more and more enthusiasm.

Gazigaz runs towards Dakoyo, shouting to his friends:

"Come on skitters! We need to stop the source of this burning hell before thinking about how to extinguish the remaining fire!"

He then holds Dakoyo's hand real tight and begins his usual nervous rambling:

"Ready when you are! What do you want me to sing? I love karaoke, but I never got to sing an Ibra song... Is it jazzy, rock, groovy? Do they include any special dance moves? I'm pretty good with rap bits, but not with the emotional belting..."

Damn it!! Can I restart my action?

Gazigaz steps back and screams, surprised by the hellfire.

"We need to run away from these things before these swamps become a skitter barbecue!! Don't worry Nako, you would look badass with scars" inspiration boost

"I don't want to stay here any longer! Let's go!"

"Thanks Dakoyo! Now let's get out of here! Where should we go? What does Ibra says? Please tell me that your Ibra can do something for us!"

Gazigaz panicks as soon as Nako mentions that the group might be spending some time on the unknown planet.

"Hell no!! I will not be on this stinky planet for long. Let's get out of here. Where are we?"

He gets his starstone compass out of his pockets and starts walking around frenetically.

"Ew, it's so disgusting! I look like a tramp, I smell like a tramp, I am so muddy. Why does mud exist anyway? It's ugly, it stinks it's sticky, it's wet, it's yuck! My fur, my gorgeous shiny fur is stained. And my clothes, they are ruined. That's awful. It's a nightmare! Look at my fantastic arm bands? They are covered in horrible mud! Whoever created mud doesn't deserve to live."

Gazigaz whines as he tries to wipe the mud off him. When he hears Quonx talk about a possible community, he starts looking around, mumbling.

"We are probably alone on this outrageous planet. Who wants to live in the stinky mud anyway?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"My fur, my lovely fur! Stop messing with my fur!", whines Gazigaz as he escapes from the pile of skittermanders.

He then follows Quonx to the console looking for a piloting device, hoping to be able to take control of the escape pod for an emergency landing.

Piloting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"It would be sad if everything went to waste", mumbles Gazigaz as he opens a crate.

Salvage: 1d100 ⇒ 32

"You should be more polite!"

Gazigaz shoots the pirate.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"NAKO NOOO!! Stay with us my friend, STAY WITH ME!! You're one of my best friends, I don't know what I would do without you. We should get matching arm bands, you would look great with arm bands like mine, don't you think?? But you need to be okay, gree? You're a fighter, the best damn skitter fighter I know!", cries Gazigaz.
Inspiring Boost for you. Damn that hit hard...

Reflex Save 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Reflex Save 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Damn it!", shouts Gazigaz as he takes a step back from the deflagration.

"You got it Quonx! Don't give up, that stinky pirate is almost down!" Inspiring Boost

Gazigaz aims at Lars (Blue) and shoots.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Reflex 1; DC 12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Reflex 2; DC 12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Reflex 3; DC 12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Gazigaz takes 5 damage

"BOOM THINGS!!", shouts Gazigaz running for cover behind a crate. Although, not quick enough, a fragment stabs the skittermander's left thigh.

"Bloody hell that hurts!", mumbles the green skittermander as he removes the bloody fragment from his thigh and tosses it angrily on the ground.

Gazigaz aims his pistol at the nearest pirate (Renuto/Red) and shoots.

"Sorry for Abram Silazi by the way, but he deserved it! Let us teach you the lesson we tried to teach him a year ago: you can't attack innocent people without consequences, not when this fantastic skittermander crew is nearby!"

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage, E: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Crashing??? I'm too handsome to die like this! Nako, my dear Nako, your wisdom is marvelous. I'm following you. Get us out of here!", shouts Gazigaz as he also grabs his weapons.

"I'll stall them while you prepare the ship for the worse, but please, don't take any violent action before they do! I might be able to come to an arrangement with them...", asks Gazigaz smiling to his friends.

Gazigaz clears his throat before connecting himself to the communication channel:

"Greetings Nova Warlock's nufriends! I am Gazigaz, the handsome skittermander acting as the spokesperson for the crew of this wonderful ship called the Helping Hand. I think that there might be a slight misunderstanding here. You see, we don't want to cause any harm to anyone. If you are in desperate need of supplies, we would be honored to share some of ours with you. No need to fight! If you need a helping hand (pun intended, hehe) you crossed path with the right ship! I can assure you that everyone on board would give allsix to assist you.

I don't know why you are uttering those scary threats, but I am pretty sure that we can all find a compromise that will leave everyone satisfied. Don't you think?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (1) = 4
Well...

Gazigaz looks at the Nova Warlock frantically, obviously troubled. He mutters his worries to himself while nervously adjusting his armbands:
"Is it...?? No it can't be, gree? It's been what? A year? It can't be! Even if it was, they wouldn't remember us, gree? They wouldn't still be mad... Or would they? No they wouldn't! No one can stay mad for a whole year, gree? They must be over it... Maybe not... It doesn't make any sense!"

He then suddenly turns to his companions as if emerging from a trance, changing abrubtely from an agitated to a still state.

"It could be a misunderstanding. Or if not, there might be a way to talk them out of it. Maybe I should speak for us, but what should I say?"

"I think that I heard something near this door..."

Int: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Booby traps??? What a vile software!"

Gazigaz listens through the walls.

Intelligence: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Encouraged by his first victory, Gazigaz keeps searching for more nodes vigorously.

Intelligence: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"NAKOOOOO!! Hurting my friends is a no-no Mister Robot! A NO-NO!" Gazigaz shoots again.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Damage, Electric: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Gazigaz screams, surprised by the dead woman flying towards them. Suddenly alert, he immediately starts to look around frantically. As soon as he spots the robot, the green skittermander runs into the room (as shown on the map) and shoots.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"YOU MURDEROUS PILE OF RUSTY JUNK!!! GET HIM, GET HIM, GET HIM!!!!", screams Gazigaz as he shoots Get 'Em +1 Attack (using hyper to take an extra move action)

A scream of surprise escapes from Gazigaz's throat as he quickly reaches for the environmental seal of his suit.

"Why are those robots hating us so much?? We didn't do anything wrong!"

"Oh My Nebula! I would not enjoy sleeping in these creepy quarters... Its design is not fashion AT ALL! It can't even be considered Vintage, Avant-Garde, Distressed or Immodest. It's just plain ugly and it gives me the creeps... And what is it with all those red lights? Everybody knows that red has been last on the list of fashion colors for lights for the past 10 years! It isn't flattering for any fur or skin tones, even red ones. This red in particular, what an horrible choice! They could have chosen a better shade like Crimson or Munsell, but noooo, they chose one of the most unaesthetic ones! They should have opted for orange or blue lights if they wanted to stay in a great vacation thematic... A mix of Amber and Maya could have given drift kick to this place..."

Gazigaz keeps criticizing the design of the room as he walks around the Crew Quarters, pointing out every detail with disdain. He stops his monologue abruptly when he hears Dakoyo suggesting that there could be more cyber-zombies.

"Take all the time you need, Quonx. We'll watch for more crazy robots."

"More crazy robots???? No, no, no!! I refuse to cross path with another one of these hideous monsters!"

Gazigaz runs behind Dakoyo (as shown on the Map) and starts looking around with upright hairs, obviously frightened and worried. After taking a few breaths and observing that no threat could be seen in the area, he seems to calm down a bit.

"I wonder what drift thing could be hidden in this locker... "

"Let's go guys! Let's get him for good!" Get 'em (+1 Attack)

Gazigaz shoots again.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21

Damage, E: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"Nako, get back!", shouts Gazigaz as he takes a step back and shoots at the cyber-zombie.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Damage, E: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Sorry mister zombie, but I won't let you hurt my friends!", says Gazigaz as he shoots

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Damage, Electricity: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"There is no way we can help him? Bring him back to his normal state?", asks Gazigaz as he looks at his Static Arc Pistol.

Great idea

"If Quonx can fix that ship, I could try to bring it back home... I have a bit of experience in the field"

Thank you so much for the bot!!

At first, Gazigaz tried to stay strong for his friends, encouraging them to give their best shot to save Nakonechkin, but the longer he saw his boss unconscious, the harder it got to keep his calm. When the Yellow one began to flail his arms around, Gazigaz lost control:

"GET OFF HIM YOU MEAN MASSAGE THING!!!"

As a wave of panic took control of his whole body, making him quiver like a dead leaf, he shot at the Yellow table.

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Let's rest here for a little while friends. I think that we deserve it after this hard fight, gree? Besides, it's gonna take me a few minutes to arrange this mess of mine...", proposes Gazigaz while looking at himself in his hand mirror and brushing his fur.

"What just happened? What was that?", says Gazigaz, looking around. He then runs towards Dakoyo and hugs him tight.

"Are you okay Dakoyo? I didn't understand what you were doing, running around like a goose, but it looks like you just saved us! You saved us you drift thing! You're the best" Inspiration Boost

Gazigaz suddenly let go of his tight embrace and looks at his fur. With eyes as round as pool balls, he takes his hand mirror with shaky hands and cries out:

"My fur! My beautiful, soft and shiny fur! It's all messy! What a shame, I need to fix this immediatly. Look away, I am not presentable..."

Gazigaz shoots at Creeper 6 as he runs past him.
AoO: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

He then shoots at Creeper 5

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6