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Oh shit, I forgot this was a 3-6. I’ll bow out then, as I’d rather not play a pregen. You can just mark me as inactive

Mine looks all good! Thank you <3

Thank you, GM!

"Don't call him an abomination! That's not very nice. How would you like to be called an abomination? He is a child-friend, and child-friends are definitely not abominations."

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Don't worry, kids! We are here, the PATHFINDERS. If you don't want to go back yet, I can protect you. I wouldn't want you to be stuck doing baby things, cause you two are not babies."

Zwei rolls up to the kids and barks, then pants in a jilted, robotic way while waiting for pets.

”Al has everything under control!” She switches up the tempo of her evasive maneuvers once more.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 4 = 26

I don't know what the hell I was thinking with my last post. What I get for typing a post when I'm half asleep

Al sees her efforts are working and cheers, her grin widening. She continues channeling her chaotic impulses into evasive manuevers as she keeps control of the ship.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 4 = 31

Al attempts evasive maneuvers once more!

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Al begins some evasive maneuvers, making unpredictable shifts according to her whims to the racer’s movement. Trying to do evasive maneuvers to increase AC

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 4 = 19

Renegade Al as she controls the junkracer.

Piloting Check: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 4 = 18

”Al is a great remote control pilot! She has remote controlled police cruisers before, so junk racer should be easy!

She has a +9 piloting, which sounds like it might be the best we have

Al continues her quest to make the racer impenetrable. She begins singing a song of her own creation as she works adding more armor parts. Upgrading KAC this time

”Armor armor armor. Farmer farmer farmer. Farm armor. Farmor! Farmor farmor farmor.”

Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Al returns to working on the teams own racer, happy that Velocity has been helped, even if her own contribution was unuseful.

"Al will make our racer even more impossibly unpossible to hit!"

Engineering to Improve EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

”Al likes to work together! She will overcharge the racer as fast as a lazer!”

Computers to Upgrade Velocity’s Racer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"All is going to upgrade the racer! Gonna be so strong and super cool and zoomy zoom hard to boom!"

Al starts dashing around all over the place gathering parts and looking up schematics for shielding.

Computers Check to Upgrade EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Al stretches and then hops in place. ”Super exciting! Shooty shooty zap zap, now I need a nap.”

”Radaszam likes bam bam. I wondee if the vesk vesk is at his desk desk?”

Al is good with Radaszam

I’m back from my thesis crunch! I’ll be getting caught up on pbps today and will try to get posts up in all of them by the end of the day. Thank you for understanding!

Hey everyone! I'm going to be crunching on my thesis for the rest of this week so I'm unfortunately not going to be available much for pbp. I apologize for any inconvenience!

"Al will alter records! You should pick a cool new name, or many cool new names! Al picked Alejandro Xuanzang Roimata Atieno Erzebet le Fay for herself. People say Alejandro is a boy's name, but Al is a girl, so they are wrong!"

Computers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Al waves with both hands. "Al is Al! Al understands. She has hacked hacked things things in her sleep sleep. Al hopes she's still a cool hacker lady when she's old, too!"

Al pats her cheeks idly as she thinks. "Al can change records to cover your tracks! She did it for herself, so she's very good at it."

Al takes 10 for 15 culture to know about Historia-7

Al’s already big eyes grow even bigger at the mission briefing.

”A super A-plus hacker! Al also loves to hack.” She makes chopping motions with her hands, seamlessly switching to wiggling her fingers in anticipation of typing on an invisible keyboard.

Al suddenly pulls herself into a well-behaved child’s upright posture and raises her hand as if in a classroom, waiting patiently to be called upon by Historia-7. If she is called upon: ”Could Al also back up rack up hack up to help cover the trail? Al could also point the trail towards Al.” She puts on the voice of a retro commercial announcer briefly, as if quoting an ad tagline. ”The possibilities are endless!”

Basically, she wants to know if she can do some hacking of her own to further obfuscate the trail, perhaps giving us more time or even removing the threat of pursuers altogether

Reflex Save (rp bonus): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21

Quick on her feet, Al lets the onrushing customers surge around her, letting herself be move with the ebb and flow of the crowd so as not overexert herself. She laughs as she enjoys the ride.

Al wants a copy, but she only has 37 credits. Could she take the 50 out of her money for the scenario?

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

It's not long--less than a minute, in fact--before Al dramatically hunches over, her face drooping in despondency. "AL IS BORED. Lines get fines. Wait isn't great. BORING AND SNORING."

She pulls her goggles down again and begins hacking whatever easy targets she finds in the line to keep herself entertained, all while avoiding doing anything actually malicious. Mostly just having her little gremlin smiley faced programs run around rearranging peoples' files into whimsical patterns and leaving messages begging other people with preorders to come back later.

Profession (whimsical hacker): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Al pulls down her goggles and wiggles her fingers in anticipation as she grins wildly, then dives right into the computer system.

Computers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Al does her part to help the party recover from the near-deadly encounter, though she first attends to her dear Zwei. Not sure how exactly mechanics repair their drones, actually. Just realized that and I'm having trouble finding info on it, if anyone knows

Any worry disappears as the conversation turns to the album. She jumps up and down waving her arms, which is quite a spectacle considering her height.

"Al would still like to smack whack hack the pre-order list! Can she can she can she please please please?"

As Al thinks of a boss fight she has been stuck on in Loot Shooter: The Post-prequel, she realizes that she is effectively in a real life boss fight at the moment, and her engagement in the battle immediately rockets back up. She grins as she fires off a well-aimed blast. "Zap bap nap! Time to go sleep sleep!"

Pulsecaster (get em): 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 21
Nonlethal Electricity Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

I was actually writing my posts as you wrote yours apparently! Haha

Al is fully caught up thinking about her game and continues firing.

Pulsecaster Pistol (get em): 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7
Nonlethal Electricity Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Hi everyone! It’s Pride weekend here in SF so the wife and I will be extra busy so my posting will be limited to nonexistent until Sunday evening. Thanks for the understanding!

Al tilts her head parallel to the ground. "Al likes to play lots of games! She just got full best-in-slot for her Treasury Searcher in 'Loot Shooter: The Post-prequel!'"

Pulsecaster (get em): 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7
Elec Nonlethal Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

She is distracted thinking about her game and her shot also lands on the car.

Sorry, I could have sworn I posted!

Al rushes up as she sees Zwei take a nasty hit. "How dare you! She's just a little puppy. How could you?!" She fires off a blast from her pulsecaster.

Attack with Pulsecaster Pistol (get em): 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Doing it now! I kept putting it off as I've never done a stat line for starfinder PbP before (this is my first one! Tons of pathfinder PbPs).

Al jogs forward then pulls her goggles down and begins waving her hands about as if conducting a grand, but perhaps also whimsical, symphony. "Go for it, Zwei! Take 'em down!" Move action to move then using another move action to allow Zwei to take a move and a standard

Al dashes over to the crate and begins sifting through it without rhyme or reason.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Al lets herself roll out of her handstand and into a more normal standing position.

"Oh yesyesyes preorder means we still have to paypaypay, so we will support the shopshopshop. Preorder just mean they save copycopycopy for us. And maybe get preorder bonusbonusbonus!"

Al looks on with great curiosity at the video footage. "Oohoohooh! Looks fun run done. Let's go! Track hack back later!"

Al’s already big eyes grow even bigger. ”STRAWBERRY. MACHINE. CAKE. STRAWBERRYMACHINECAKE.” She takes a breath. ”And birdy sounds cool, too.”

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 Al does a handstand and strokes her chin. She starts muttering to herself about ideas for getting Strawberry Machine Cake.

”Al could whack hack attack fan shop computer to give us a preorder so they have to save one for us....”

Ally:
Faction: Exo-Guardians Champion
Personal: Verthani Heritage
Promotional:
Social:
Starship:
Slotless:

Al jumps as she hears the mention of Secret Sundive.

"Al LOVES Secret Sundive! Play with Allllllll."

OOC I don't know what that is, but it sounds like something she'd know about and be into

Dr. Houndstooth is down for both!

As everyone waits their turn for the cheek swab, Diralynn answers Renegade Al.

"Oh no, no, I couldn't possibly...but if you insist! The group was infiltrating a secure base on a far-off planet. I noticed right before the soldier did: a trap! I pushed her out of the way just in time, but the laser wall caught me instead, sliced my leg clean off, neat as you please. We accomplished the mission though, and that's what matters."

Xeeter will notice that this is a different story than Diralynn told last time they adventured together.

"WOW. That's super duper cool cool. I hope our mission today is also super duper cool cool."

Al takes the implant as well. As typical for a verthani, she has a rather cavalier attitude about body implants and mods. She then walks up to Guidance and gives an exaggerated military-esque salute before standing unnaturally still at-attention.

"Aye aye aye, Cap-ee-tan!"

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Al puts on a serious, cool announcer voice, as though this is a weekly anime. "Absalom Station: the cultural hub of the Pact Worlds. Every type of people from throughout the galaxy--and maybe others???--can be found here. Beloved and respected by those people: the Starfinders, of which our heroes are counted as the newest members! On today's adventure, will they venture out into the Armada orbiting Absalom station? Perhaps some creature from Unknown Lands will be awaiting their discovery! Stay tuned, kids."

She stops the act then waves at everyone. "Oh yes. Forgot to say hi! Al is Al. Some people call Al Renegade Al, which looks like Renegade A.I., so Al doesn't mind. Al is very good with computers. She likes to hack back attack."

She picks up Zwei, with some labored effort, and holds her out for people to see. "This is Zwei. She is Al's data dog. She's a good doggy!" Despite the "dog's" "fur," she is clearly a robotic drone of some sort. Zwei confirms this with a robotic bark, revealing a Hail Pistol integrated into her throat. When I have the money, I'm gonna get a sonic weapon to put in there so she can attack people by barking :D

Al is fast asleep through all of the talking and even yelling. She finally wakes up from her catnap still in a drowsy haze. To those gathered, it looks like a humanoid-shaped section of grass simply sits up and yawns.

"Oh, hi everyone."Al rolls over and onto the ground and crawls after the others, her skin slowly adjusting to being out of the grass. Zwei follows after, her fur also adjusting back to its normal color. Her face still droopy and sleepy, Al slowly pulls herself up to standing, her eyes falling directly on Dr. Houndstooth's leg.

"Leg. Mechanical leg. Cool leg. Where'd you get it? Al would also like a cool leg."

Having trouble sleeping so I had some fun composing an intro to relax me. Enjoy!

This young 9-foot-tall woman is lanky even for a verthani. Her head is a mop of red frizz that looks too perfectly red to be natural, and her massive black verthani eyes are covered by goggles that have no immediately recognizable purpose. Her skin has currently settled on brown with touches of red and gold. She wears what looks to be a loose-fitting black and red blitzball uniform emblazoned with red and black hands clasped together on the front above the sans serif words “The Proles.” The back has the name “Al” written above the number 9, both in the same script as the front. She sits in the grass off to the side of the main entrance to the Complex. She ponders questions such as where the rest of her team is and when they will get here, or what the first mission will be, or whether the grass is technically astroturf since it is turf and the station is definitely astro, or whether language doesn’t work that way.

Next to her is her drone. The construct was clearly designed after a corgi, complete with an integrated coat of “fur.” When she built Zwei—for that is the dog-drone’s name—Al had wondered whether calling it faux fur was correct or whether language didn’t work that way.

Bored already, she starts talking, as she finds talking usually makes herself less bored. ”Zwei buy try fly cry lie lye sty my.” She enjoys saying her drone’s name; she picked it for the sound, much like her own names: Alejandro Xuanzang Roimata Atieno Erzebet le Fay. She got Alejandro from her Azlanti professor who loved to exaggerate the second syllable, Xuanzang from a vid-game, Roimata and Atieno from her favorite weekly driftcast, Erzebet from an idol singer she just thought was okay, and le Fay from some noblewoman on a fantasy drama set on mythological Golarion. Al holds her chin up, purses her lips, and then closes her eyes in a mock exaggeration of nobility, throwing on a proper posh accent as well. ”A splendid day for a spot of tea on the lawn, yes?” She mimes drinking a cup of tea and holding a coaster, sticking out her pinky as appropriate. She then “sets down” the “tea and coaster” in front of Zwei. ”Ah, yes. The leaves are very good today. Very bitter and leafy and green.” She then rolls back on her back, laughing, as she cannot keep up the gag a moment longer. Besides, it amused her, which was all that mattered.

Zwei lies down flat with the bottom of her chin on the ground. She stays still except for her big corgi eyes which look up with that endearing innocence of a dog. As she settles, her “fur” shifts to match the colors of the grass.

Al lies back and folds her hands behind her head. ”Zwei Zwei, wonder what’s going to be our first mission? Star wishin’? Go fishin’?” Her custom rig overlaying her hacking OS over her eyes, she flutters her hand about to sift through files, her programs visualized as crayonish smily-face gremlins. She wonders if she needs to hack Guidance to find her team members, and this is really all a test, or whether Starfinding doesn’t work that way. As she lies back and closes her eyes and yawns, her skin slowly turns to match the grass as well.

Both Al and Zwei are inadvertently taking ten on stealth for 26

Player Name: Evie T.
Character Name: Renegade Al
SFS#: 99807-703
Starting XP: 0
Starting Fame: 0
Starting Reputation/Infamy with Slotted Faction: Dataphiles 0
Starting Credits: 37
Day Job (if applicable): Profession (whimsical hacker): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Special Notes/Abilities: Mechanic with a drone. Both Al and her drone can get an extra +10 bonus to stealth by standing completely still for a round.

This is Hrothdane! I still need to write this character up, but you can see the basic idea