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Pllar-8 draws his longarm rifle, and looks at it a bit oddly. It still has a holographic price sticker on it, and a fresh set of well oiled rounds. ”Stars take you, we shall vanquish!” he says, and fires.

Rifle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

So my career begins like this, with a single shot fired. How glamorous. How does this further my cause?

Pllar watches the creature and his hair lights up in anticipation.

The others are quite fast. Is this physiology, or psychology?

Ready

I've been impacted by the board outages as well. I am back home now and will look at recent posts later this evening.

Disguise, untrained: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

I volunteered above for the gunner role (as I took some piloting skill). Vote remains with Drake.

Hair turned to a very different shade of orangey red, Pllar-9 is in full disguise! ”I second the motion for the drake,” the android says.

”Since we have a pilot already, I will take up a post as gunner should that be needed. I was a crack shot in medical school, if you will excuse the pun.”

We should all get along famously. What a great opportunity to gain some experience, and when this is all done and I drop my disguise, my fame is sure to grow! Pllar-9...

He chuckles softly as he moves around the room. The orange-haired dwarf examines the rest of his starfinder companions, from afar and not yet as a doctor. Imaginary laser wounds are not sufficient grounds for a full examination. They look healthy enough at the moment. No need to probe further.

Since Pllar has neither computers nor disguise, he will need some assistance. Someone could possibly tell him that changing a single digit in his name is not a disguise. I personally like the idea, as does he, but mechanically it could be an issue.

Please be aware (I know we just started!) that I am on vacation this week. I have some ability to post, but may not be as consistent as I will be when I return at the end of the week to my home.

”I know,” the dwarven android says flatly. ”I could pose as Pllar-9, a fan of Pllar-8. That would be plausible, and also hilarious. Since this man seems to be media savvy, such a ruse could be helpful.”

He nods at the Vesk, and extends a hand. ”Well met sir. I emphatically greet you.”

Pllar enters the conversation. ”False identities? That could be difficult for me, as I am fairly well known. I suppose I could change my hair to blue if that would help. As far as data hacking, I am no help.

Do they have a pilot already? Or, may my circuits fry, if someone gets hurt I can be of use.

”A pleasure Connor-3. I am Pllar-8. I welcome a fellow Android.”

Chronicle: 1
Player name: PDB
Character name: Pllar-8
Organized play #-#: 28901-701
Faction: Acquisitives
XP: 0
Fame: 0 (who wants to live forever?)
Credits: Starting amount
Day job: profession priest
Reputation: None
Boons: None
Purchases: Kasatha microcord I (460cr), Knife, Survival (95cr), Hunting Rifle (240cr), Rounds, Longarm x25 (75cr), Clothing, Travel (10cr), Backpack, Industrial (25cr), Personal, Comm Unit (7cr), Starstone Compass (3cr)

For some reason when creating the character I did not calculate skill values. I am vacation this week with limited access to books, but will try and figure that out before we start.

Hello! I'm new to starfinder as well, and really looking forward to playing. This post is just for checking in so that you know I am alive and in the game.

I'll provide the requested information once I am back home (likely tomorrow morning).

Fresh in from Aballon, an android that could be easily mistaken for a dwarf enters and looks around. He sidles up to the bar, red hair and beard circuitry tubes picking up the glare from communication screens. He looks for a bartender and avoids making eye contact with the heavily armed Shirren sitting next to him.

"One" he says to nobody.