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So, we have:

Envoy 5
Mystic 6
Mechanic 6
Mystic 3

I have a mechanic 5 or a operative 3. Who didn't die of poison! Kate and Mordin, do you care what tier we end up at?

Well, my Level 3 operative is currently unconscious from a certain something in a game of Kate's Sanctuary of Drowned Delight scenario. Thanks for that one! ;) So that PC may no longer be available for this game. We'll have to see!!!

My mystic and mechanic are mechanically similar to the other mystic and mechanic we have, so I'll probably play the operative. If possible.

Howdy! I’m excited to be here!

I have a couple characters I can play, depending on sub-tier. This is my high tier mechanic. I also have a lower tier operative and mystic.

Gah, I wish I hadn't played that already! I'll be looking out for another fantastic Cellion game! Thanks so much!

"And bring a specialist in first contact. We did alright, I suppose, but the natives have a very particular tongue. " Piggy shrugs.

They told us to salvage some equipment. That's all I can think of.

Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Piggy looks at the vegetables disdainfully. "Hmm. None of these look like cocoa. Not interested." He wanders around, touching the leaves thoughtfully. Almost to himself, he starts musing. "Well, we secured the site. We explored the site. We can report back that they need to bring a big scary gun to kill the big scary buried thing." He shrugs. "Anything I'm missing?"

Piggy shrugs. "Oh well. A door ain't gonna hurt us." He goes to the hydroponics door. "Now this might have something fun... Or some stupid vegetables."

Piggy wanders throughout the room, hands touching everything. His path is marked by the greasy skids left by his fingers. After poking a few buttons on the security terminal, he goes to the screen. "Interesting. I wonder if that's the door to the bad thing. It looks like it isn't open or cracked. That's good for us."

"Lingering spectre? " Piggy rips into a wrapper, tossing a second to Lucky. "Sure, lingering. " He winks and takes a big bite. "That's the thing about bargain brands. They improve with age! " He munches on it, then clambers onto Porker. "There's some less valuable stuff in there, too. Spells 'n stuff. Dibs on these chocos, though. " With a mouth full of delicious caffeinated sweetness, he works his way to the next door. "Security room? Must be safe. "

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Piggy looks to Lucky and smiles. "First one to unlock it gets a candy bar!" He winks and dives off the back of his drone towards the lock.

Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Piggy checks out the door to the med bay, still shivering from the sight of those shadows...

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 16
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No way there will be anyone dead. Or ghostly. Or Akatas.

As Lucky points out the ceiling, Piggy takes a big swallow. It wasn't enough to quell his fears, however, and he smacks Porker on the rear. "GOGOGO! " Once out in the hallway, he stops for a breather. "Uh... there was some bad stuff that went down in there. Not good for the crew of this outpost. " He shakes his head sadly. Or us...

Piggy claps his hands, excited about the find. He quickly scans the letters for any interesting information. "Ulrikka Clanholdings will be interested in these at any rate." After the group has checked out the room, Piggy heads over to the door to the hallway. "Hmmm... the Crew Quarters should have some more juicy details. Maybe we check out there next?" He examines the door while he waits.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Piggy looks past the monitor and notices the small adjoining room. "Is that door locked? Maybe it's got some goodies for us to take back home with us." The ysoki heads to the door and takes a good look at it before trying the door handle. Maybe there will be a secret stash of chocolate bars.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Piggy frowns at the mention of Noqual. "Ah, I have experience with this metal. Very valuable. Very shiny. Unfortunately, it seems to always be connected to death. " He looks around nervously. "If you ever find some of it in an abandoned spacecraft, run. Run fast. And eat some salty chips." The chubby ysoki pulls around his industrial backpack and starts rummaging, searching for the aforementioned snack.

After remembering that he ate them on the shuttle, he frowns and helps 0689 search the remainder of the site. "Well, we found out why the compound failed. Now it's time to loot for our paychecks. They said we were supposed to scavenge useful equipment, after all." He winks at Lucky, figuring they would appreciate this part.

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Despite his excellent reflexes, Piggy is unable to dodge the blast of force. He is blown back, bruises appearing on his soft skin. "Hey, crazy-face! That was rude! " Even after the alien falls, Piggy goes over to his body to stare at his rudeness. "Man, what was wrong with this guy? Rude. "

After getting over himself, Piggy waddles over to the keyboards and plops into a chair. "What can we see here? First, let's check for any more rock-buddies in the rooms we haven't been too. Second, let's check for that super death laser meant to kill the... " Piggy scrunches up his face and sticks out his tongue. "Shhhhhkkyy Warrrddennnnn. Ha! "

Computers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Piggy grunts as the elementals arrive. He drops his chocolate and pulls up his gun. "Get out of my way! " He fires through the cover at the first elemental. As he does so, he smacks the gun to give it a little extra oomph.

Laser Rifle@Red: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Overcharge dmg@EAC: 1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 3 + (1) = 9

Piggy opens the door, nodding melodramatically. "Well don't you WORRY, sir! We didn't kill it, just sort of made it mad. Noe your glory will be all the more glorious! " He smiles and waves at the camera as he passes into the next room.

Piggy looks at the equipment curiously. This looks like it would be at home on Akiton. Perhaps the residents of Tasch would appreciate a care package. He turns to the speakers, irritated. "Kill the Sky Warden? Why would you want to do that?" He then shrugs, not really caring if he garners a reply.

He then moves to the door and checks it out.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Piggy shrugs. "Perhaps. Though this stuff appears old. Maybe he's the last one from a colony or outpost. " More interested in the table, Piggy slowly. Slowly. Moves his way along the table, looking for food. If none is to be found, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the last candy bar. Ooh... with nuts! Then, he takes his hands over to the next door and checks it out.

Perception : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Piggy smiles. "Wow! They were like toys! Nicely done, all! " He goes over and picks up a tag, curious. While examining it, he mentions, "The alien leader, he didn't mention two exiles, did he? I wonder who our new friend was, and how he got here. "

After the group is ready, he hops back onto Porker and hops down the hall. He checks the next door for traps.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Piggy is just there for the ride, though his eyes are wide looking at the pseudo pod which barely missed him. He purses his lips and pulls up his gun.

Laser Rifle@: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
dmg@EAC: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Piggy smiles. "Left is always right, or whatever! " He heads to the left door and works on the lock.

Engineering : 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Piggy wipes a little of the chocolate off the wall and licks his fingers. I knew I left that somewhere... He shrugs his shoulders and smiles. " Altronus, I think you might be right. Let us find this friendly host. "

Piggy cries out as the laser blast hits the android. "No! Let's see what we can do about the trap before it recharges." He examines the wall. Hopefully this is as archaic as the override...

Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Piggy hops onto Porker and rides into the room. "Alright, let's learn some stuff! " Once in the room, he points out the camera. "Looks like someone beat us to it. So, left or right? "

Piggy enjoys the rest.

Once he gets to the door, he takes a moment to check it for traps, or the natural dangers of deterioration.

Perception : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Sorry, quick post.

Sense Motive : 1d20 ⇒ 16

Porker's looks at the alien, then at the group. " He is thankful and wants to reward us. Yay. But he also wants to go back to the town, where they hate him. Not yay. " He wat hea the alien walk away and frowns. "Should we stop him? I don't know his culture, but that can't end well... "

Piggy directs Porker to take him over to the body, then hops off and checks it out. "Does anyone have a Medkit? We have a hurt exile over here. "

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Piggy wipes his greasy hands on his pants. Just like gym class. But this time, the jocks are rooting for me! He squats and leaps up onto the rope.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Imagining an extra large chocolate bar at the top, the chunky ysoki shimmies up the rope to the top. He gasps for air, and flops onto Porker's back. "Take me away, noble steed. "

Fortitude : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Piggy makes his way over to the rope and tries to climb up.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Still in the storm, he weathers the hail.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

I should have listened to my momma. "It's not about speed son, it's about versatility." Why did I choose the speed booster over the clawed feet for Porker?! Piggy snaps back to reality and works to climb up the cliff. "Ya, that rope is a great idea! Thanks!"

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Great...

Piggy stands up and tries to climb out.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

It doesn't work out well for him. That was one to many chocolate bars...

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

Piggy slowly moves across the bridge.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

4 damage taken.

Piggy withstands the first portion of the storm, but then he gets cocky. The next two hours are occasionally interrupted by his yelps as the rocks bruise him.

"Well... alrighty, then! Which way to the Traveler Town, and how far of a journey is It? " Piggy rubs his hands together, ready to get through the terrible weather. "By the way, any tips for avoiding getting crushed while we're on the way? " He smiles big, ready for anything.

"Oh... got it... well, we're sorta kinda trained for this. Do you want this exile back if we find him? " The Ysoki looks from side to side, awkwardly. "Or it that more of a permanent exile sort of thing? "

"I'm sorry, mad and dangerous? " Piggy frowns. "Well, we are looking for an outpost of the star people. It sounds like it may be your traveler town. " He looks around curiously. "Who is this Warden? "

Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Seeing the success Lucky had, Piggy brings Porker forward and begins showing the crowd the mechanical workings beneath the beer barrel. "Yes, those gears turn each other! It's amazing!" He lifts the tail and points inside the other side of the barrel. "And this, is where the hydraulic oil comes out! Yes, it is sticky!"

Wow, this would have been so much harder without the Share Languages spell...

Piggy smiles and waves, showing off Porker to the group.

Diplomacy, Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 12

"Are we the first beings from the stars to come here?"

Piggy hops off Porker's back and smiles big.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 7

"We would be happy to meet your mayor! And we'll bring our machines with us! " He pats Porker on the head. "They're nice machines. "

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Piggy whispers to the androids, "Put your weapons away, let's not turn this First Contact into a First Battle." He examines them a little closer. "They're curious. They want to know who we are and where we came from."

Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Piggy then pats Porker on the head. "Stay still, little lady." He stands up on the drone's back and throws his arms out wide. "We." He raises both arms to the sky. "Came from above" He reaches into a pocket and pulls out another extra large chocolate bar. "With food." He hands it to Keskodai and winks. "Give it to them and work your magic."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Piggy smiles and waves, then pats Porker on the head. "Porker, maybe one day you can be as fast as those buggies. They do seem to think you're cute, though! "

Diplomacy, Aid : 1d20 ⇒ 3

He seems more into his own drone than the aliens, however.

Piggy jumps atop Porker, slaps his metal behind and pulls down his armor. " Alright, don't get crushed by any rocks! Let's go! "

"Yes! Way to go, everybody! " Piggy claps his hands together, watching the beast float away. "If he comes back, we'll just do it again! " He scrapes the no-longer-melted chocolate from the console and pops it into his mouth. "Well, down we go! Let's see if I can avoid the worst of this weather. "

Piloting : 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 1 + 1 = 22

I feel like space maneuvers are mostly only useful if there are asteroids. I Evade a LOT.

Alright, had to pass down to the bottom of the map. BUT, fret not. Our rear is five away from his rear, so flak away.

Piggy sees the beast coming and frowns. Unable to avoid the collision, he moves the ship into a better position for the gunners. "We're about to take a hit, so hit him back! "

Evade, dc15: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 1 = 18

Gah, I keep losing initiative by SO LITTLE!

"nope, Nope, NOPE, NOPE!" Piggy puts both hands on the forward stick, pushing it all the way down. He taps the intercom again. "Everybody sit down, time to test these thrusters!" The ship blasts off, straight forward.

As the ship flies forward, he notices the rest of his chocolate bar. "Ooh..." He lifts his right hand and gives it a full lick, working to enjoy all of his chocolate.

Piloting, Evade, DC 15: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 1 = 21

Meanwhile, the ship lazily spins as the pilot is distracted. Thankfully, it will make the Maiden more difficult to hit.

I'm really liking Piggy's gross chocolaty descriptions. I can just picture the interior of the ship getting horribly smeared. :>

Thanks! I get way to much enjoyment out of how low his levels of hygiene can get when he's distracted.