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Red Shirt Guy backed up putting some distance between the skeletons and the party members who were about to be mobbed by an army of undead when they pissed this guy off...

Red Shirt Guy groans and pulls out a ship security laser with 99 useless settings and like 3 actually used ones. He sets it to stun and fires.

Stunning: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Stun ace: 1d6 ⇒ 5

I swear Red Shirt Guy who expects to die is secretly chosen one of the god of minions.

Red shirt guy looks around letting Zanbabe take the lead, prepared for a trap or security to raid the bay.

Red shirt guy sighs in relief knowing his death has not yet come. The crew grabs his burgers up as they get the information from Gorn. Sweat drips off RSG which may be in part due to his prior nervousness or the nanovirus ripping him apart from the inside. Still he gets up with a groan and follows the group toward the cargo bay...they will likely need him to die tragically for them.

"Oh um..also I'll order 20 StarBurger(TM) please. And a Starfrappe." Red shirt guy felt the Sempai pressure hard as he ordered enough StarBurgers(TM) for the entire crew.

Red Shirt Guy's eye went wide as he felt the specter of death over his shoulder...a long line of pissed off people his mind went blank and he blurted out the thing he remembered everyone on the ship wanted to know.

Words/Diplo check: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Words/Diplo check Bonus: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"Excuse me sir, I'm looking for Borak the Despoiler...do you know where he is?"

Red Shirt Guy does feel a bit faint as his feverish temperature spikes and he crawls outta the Jefferies tubes. Where did everyone go? No doubt some exotic planet away mission where the captain seduced some beautiful aliens...damnit. Red Shirt Guy walked over to the transporter now reconnected and tried the last coordinates assuming that is where the others went.

Transporter: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Transporter Bonus??: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Red Shirt Guy continued to crawl through the ship's consoles and tubes rerouting power and patching damaged areas so eventually they all might make it off this station alive. What a thankless job but he knew death would be his only release from it.

Repairs: 1d6 ⇒ 4

RSG was relieved that the ship had successfully docked and had been busy dealing with proper procedure while the others rushed to the airlock. He risked his life to repair the damage to the bridge. Repair the ship for future needs: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Selflessly Red Shirt Guy throws himself into the sparking secondary helm control risking his life for the crew he loves.

Piloting: 1d6 ⇒ 4

A non descript man in a red shirt runs onto the bridge and begins helping to pilot the ship toward the dock of the station.

Pilot: 1d6 ⇒ 6