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All looks good on my end! Thanks for running again!

Thanks for running!

Rez gives a small shrug of his shoulders. "Fine. But let's make sure we have a clear path back to the Pegasus when we do, eh?"a

By this point, Rez has folded his arms, trying to contain his nervous energy.
"That's a pretty heavy load to put on the half-dozen of us. Maybe we hold off, report back to Absalom, see what the First Seeker thinks? I don't know about you guys, but I'm not that comfortable signing off on being the catalyst of another planetary civil war."

Sense Motive > Klarima: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Rez looks past the group to their membrane host, and continues. "Maybe we just leave the information with Klarima there to do with what they think best?"

@Pan: Never fails, eh? :P

Rez sees the drone drop, but keeps his arcaster to the hip, just in case. He walks over, and toes it with his boot, checking to make sure it's down. When he doesn't see any reaction, he tosses the safety on his sidearm and sets it to the mag-lock holster on his thigh, which snaps into place with the faint sound of metal on metal. "Huh... it listened. It stayed down."

"You want to take lead on this, Rez? I'll pitch in."

Engineering, +2 from Pan's aid: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 2 = 20

Rez saunters over to the generator's console, and looks at the readout. By the time the ysoki can make out what the diagram is trying to convey, Pan already has an access panel off and is diagnosing the problem. Rez looks over Pan's shoulder, and nods. "Uhh, yeah! That's totally what I'd have done. Yup."

Probably should have just left it to him...

Rez reconnects a few wires, and grabs a can of conductive sealant from his toolkit to fill a gap in the connection, hopefully bridging it. "Alright... I think that'll... do it? Well, guess we won't know until we toss the proverbial switch and see if that's enough. Mind hitting the override there?"

Rez continues to blast the sentry bot. "Just... go down... will ya?"

Trick Attack (Acrobatics) check, DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19 - fail
Ranged vs. EAC (static arc pistol): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Damage (electric): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Rez bounds from cover to cover, slinking behind the remaining drone and blasting it with his arc pistol.

Trick Attack (Acrobatics) check, DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23 - possible?
Ranged vs. EAC (static arc pistol): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage (electric): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Trick Attack damage (electric): 1d4 ⇒ 1

Full Round: Trick attack (moving 30' NE)

Rez grabs his trusty Arcaster-6, and slides through the doorframe, firing on the move at the drone to the left.

Rez > Guarddroid Red
Trick Attack (Acrobatics) check, DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13 - fail
Ranged vs. EAC (static arc pistol): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage (electric): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Full Round: Trick Attack

Rez's hand creeps down to his holstered arc pistol, as he has the sense that the crew will have to go through these robots rather than around.

Boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 9
No boon.

Info looks good, though the base account name is just zebeev.

DC 12 Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Rez takes a nasty jolt from the countermeasures.

Rez stacks up at the door alongside D'vost.

Rez's curiosity is piqued by the sudden change in decor. "Those regular fans, or air scrubbers? Are we getting into a clean room?"

Rez looks at the rest of the crew. "Anyone want the membrane? If not, I'll oblige."

I'm good to head out at our earliest convenience, but I'll defer to the others.

Rez pipes up. "This power outage... do you have many like it, or is this an uncommon occurrence?"

Fort check: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"My thanks for this wonderful meal!" Rez takes the aroma of the meal in, then graciously accepts it by taking a heaping spoonful. You can see his eye twitch, and he looks around to his fellow crew-members to gauge their reaction (and whether or not they're experiencing a similar amount of regret).

After spitting the gelatinous globule out, Rez scratches through his chest rig in a hurry for the dark liquid vial that D'Vost handed him from before, downing the contents of it to hopefully wash the taste out of his mouth, only to find the taste of liquorice only mildly more appealing.

MK.1 serum of healing: 1d8 ⇒ 6

"My sincere apologies newfound friends; I'm afraid I'm feeling a touch ill, and it appears my appetite just hasn't returned..." fibs Rez.
Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Rez hears the a certain word on the feed from the translator. "Husks?" he asks one of his crew-members who can speak the locals' language. "Usually that means "empty"... can you get them to clarify?" The thought of these locals' being soulless or something similar gives Rez the creeps.

DC 12 Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Rez flinches at the gesture.

Once he's gained his composure (ie. after regaining his stamina) Rez finds his way to the cleared out space. "I'm not much of a dancer, but..."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

He leaps up and attempts to land on his hands in a handstand, but his wounded arm buckles under the weight. "... ugh... I can... bust a move or two..."

Just want to check - has there been enough time to burn 1 RP?

Rez leans against a nearby wall to catch his breath. "Nice... nice place you have here. A great... honour to be your guest."

Whenever there's a lull, Rez will attempt to rest for the requisite 10 minutes to restore stamina. If he's interrupted for whatever reason, he'll just keep up with the rest of the crew and attempt to do so at the next possible opportunity.

Rez looks at the other members of the crew, then shrugs before following the natives. "Guessin' these guys aren't from the city? Maybe they're more like tribal-types? At least they didn't shoot us!"

Rez would've preferred to concentrate and rest up in the interim, burning 1 RP to restore his stamina points if that was possible.

Yeah, just an inner monologue. Here's looking forward to 10 minutes of "Sooo, you like... stuff?" :P

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Rez manages to stop the bleeding on his arm, and he's pretty sure he can get it patched up to working order, but he makes a mental note to visit the autodoc or a cybernetic clinic once back on Absalom Station.

Someone at the Vat Gardens might have a line on some parts...

He looks over and sees the lead native gesturing to the fallen feline.
"Don't think these guys eat cat, but looks like they still use it for parts, D'vost."

Rez then slinks back, curious to see what transpires.

We gotta get them blabbing for ten minutes for this contraption to work it's magic?

DC 18 Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Rez tilts his head slightly at the shouts of the assumed leader of the group. He then whispers over his comms. "Sounds like the same language that drone platform was transmittin', but this is more simple... guttural, like a different dialect, maybe?"

Rez clutches at a rather nasty bite wound, cursing the fact that he never replenished his emergency medical equipment before embarking on this sortie. He fumbles to holster his sidearm, then kicks the lifeless body of the laser-reflecting feline.

Rez normally wields a knife in his offhand (MGS3 CQC style!), but hasn't had a chance to draw it. I just remembered that drawing a weapon doesn't incur, so he'll have it going forward. But no AoO. :[

With the sandcat in his face, and unable to risk take another chomp while trying to aim his sidearm, Rez ducks down, draws his knife from his ankle holster, then slashes upwards at the beast. He's not going down without a fight.

Melee, combat knife: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage, slashing: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Move: Draw combat knife
Standard: Melee attack

Rez feels a sharp crunch, and sees the sand-cat licking its muzzle. C'mon, I can't taste that good, slag off, you no-good... what the hell are you, anyways?

Life Science (Recall Knowledge): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Trick Attack (Acrobatics) check, DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Ranged vs. EAC (static arc pistol): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage (electric): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Trick Attack damage (electric): 1d8 ⇒ 7

Rez really doesn't know what this cat thing is, assuming it's a mundane local fauna. If it's a magical beast like he fears? That question will forever elude him, as the Mystical mysteries of the galaxy completely elude him (no ranks).

In any case, that ought to provoke an attack of opportunity, but when I was looking over my skills, I remembered that at 3rd level my trick attack bonus damage goes up to a d8, and my copy-paste combat macro had the old d4. Drive fast, take chances, right?

Rez takes a step back at the clasping maw of the beast, then retreats once more, expecting a follow up. He takes another potshot on the run with his staticaster, hoping to give the rest of the squad a clear target.

Acrobatics (Tumble), DC 15+(CR*1.5): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Ranged vs. EAC (static arc pistol): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Damage (electric): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Move: Tumble, moving half speed (25' to the SE)
Standard: Attack, ranged
The ysoki racial ability Moxie only states that you receieve the bonus if you're moving through an enemy space, not a threatened space, so I don't think the +5 bonus applies.

DC 12 Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

The roar of the sand-beast gives Rez a bit of pause, but only because he glances at his sidearm and ponders to himself.
I should really look into something that makes a bigger boom.

He fires while retreating, hoping to trick the beast.
Trick Attack (Acrobatics) check, DC 20+CR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13 - fail
Ranged, static arc pistol: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage, E: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Full-Round Action: Trick attack, moving 5' SE, 5' E

Hrm. Since I didn't mention it specifically in a previous post, I guess Rez would've been walking without a weapon drawn as well.

So forget the attack, I'll just move 40-50' to the SW, drawing the arc pistol in the process.

Life Science: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"Heads up! Sandcat!? I'm not sure what it is, but it don't look friendly!"

Rez instinctively brings his static pistol to bear and squeezes off a charge. Giant felines... this planet is the bane of ysokikind...

Ranged, arc pistol (static), 2nd range increment: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 2 = 24
Damage, E: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Rez checks the seals on his environmental suit, then brass checks his slug thrower and ensures the battery on his arc-caster reads 100%. "Sure, I'll take point. Stay behind me, and if I stop, keep your distance. Wouldn't want the whole squad getting taken out by a mine or something, right?" He holsters both weapons, then makes sure his knife and baton are secured and in their right spots.

The wily ysoki's voice cracks at the last part, a mixture of sarcasm and anxiety. "I mean ... I don't intend on getting blown up, just remind me later how brave and selfless I was at the bar when this is all over."

Once everyone's good, Rez will take point, offsetting his position relative to the others by 5' to the south.

I'll offset my walking by 5' to the south, that way if there is something with a line of effect, we can minimize the damage.

I mean, I have to roll a 1 for us to not regen the 7 SP a turn, so my course of action is just to replenish the shield quadrants that need it the most, and if we were took a critical and had a subsystem glitching, I'd look to repair it.

I'm good with running the new few turns as if we were being botted - just let the dice roller do it's thing, and that way everything is above board.

Engineering, Divert (Shields), DC 13: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

5 to the starboard (right), 2 to the fore.

@Revvy: Oh, awesome. I didn't know about the FAQ re-wording, that definitely makes things a lot cleaner.

Rez quickly takes a look at the Pegasus' operating manual, and sees that this is a 2.1E model, with a more efficient deflector dispersal routine.

"Huh, go figure – you take a break from flying these boats, and turns out they bring out somethin' new that makes it so much easier!"

Engineering, Divert (Shields), DC 13: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Rez will throw all 7SP into the aft shields.

@Revvy: Since you have to disperse the points evenly amongst the damaged shield quadrants with any excess going to the forward, last round would've been forward +3 SP, then the starboard/aft both +2 SP.

"All subsystems still holding strong. Keeping power cranked to the shields!"

Engineering, Divert (Shields), DC 13: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

7/4 makes it awkward. This round'd be:
Forward +4 SP, port/starboard/aft +1 SP.

Engineering, Divert (Shields), DC 13: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

"Took a hit there, but I'm putting everything I can into getting those shields back up!"

Engineering, Divert (Shields), DC 13: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Rez sees the glaring red spot on his HUD where the rear shields used to be. "Our pants are currently around our ankles, hitchin' them back up to the beltline here!"

Engineering, Divert (Gunners), DC 13: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Rez keeps the weapons' output maxed. "We keep this up, we'll have 'em mopped up in no time."

"Starboard shields just took a hit, patching them up!"

Engineering: Divert (Shields), DC 13: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15 - success

Rez briefly looks at the combat log. "Okay, we have four targets now... this thing's gotta run out eventually, right?"

"Looks like we've punched at least one hole in the platform, so we can't let it reconstitute its shields, we gotta keep hammerin' it! We got multiple weapons systems on this boat, so let's keep sending those ferro-rounds at the platform with the coilgun, and we can plink away at the drones with the lascannons!"

With no damage sustained, Rez tries his best to keep the weapons arrays at max output.

DC 13 Engineering (Divert > Gunners: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

"Hey, would'ya look at that — they gave us a new target! How nice of 'em."

I had a .PNG I made of the Loreseeker from the Quest pack from a while back that I added to the starfield, if that's okay.

If not, feel free to revert. :]

Back on engineering, Rez boosts all power he can to the weapon arrays.
DC 13 Engineering (Divert > Gunners): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

"Low-freq supply has been upped 200%, good hunting, gunners!"

D'oh! Definitely read "None" in the Discussion thread. I feel so boneheaded.

(... I just realized we don't have a science officer.)

Looking over to the comms panel, Rez' hair stands on his end when he realizes his mistake. He swipes the power slider back down to normal levels, then unshackles himself from his chair. Before Pan begins his initial maneuvers, Rez heads over to the comms panel, and attempts a scan of the enemy vessel before running back to his engineering seat.

Computers (Scan, Helm Phase) DC 5 + (eTier*1.5): 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 = 19

Rez will act as Science Officer this round, so ignore my previous post.

@GM Revvy: Arrows are concise, and totally make sense.

@D'vost: Doesn't hurt the flow of the game to make your intent known, as it happens around the tabletop, actions would just play out in Engineering/Helm/Gunnery phases. With that said, if you know that the result of a gunnery check is going to fail, then it makes no sense to maneuver as a pilot, or give boosts as a Captain or Engineer, so die rolls that are out of order definitely belong behind spoiler tags.

Rez ensures he's strapped into his chair, then slides a sliding button on his console straight to max. "Diverting power to main recce and scanning equipment – let's see what we're up against!"

DC 13 Engineering (Divert > Science): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Then he mutters under his breath."If it's unmanned, that means there's no guilt in blowing it to scrap, right?"

Rez successfully boosts the science equipment (all science officers receive a +2 bonus to their crew actions this round.)

Rez glances at the main viewscreen, trying to discern if anything's even out there. "That broadcast, it being cast from the planet, or are we getting pinged from something in orbit?" He looks over to the helm, and continues. "Can we scan for anything in the area? PDNs, drones, interceptors, even broadcast satellites?"

He scratches his chin, then makes a helpless gesture. "The other option is just to make full burn and make planetfall, but we don't know where to touch down. I think a scan's our best option."

Not sure of any mechanics that might come into play, but Rez is just thinking out loud at this point.

Acquisitives Champion (Faction Boon)

Solar Powered Weapon System (Starship):
Select a single weapon with "laser" in its title; +1 bonus to damage rolls with that weapon. A gunner can spend 1 RP to increase that bonus to +4 for one round.

Honorary Spider (Social Boon):
When slotting this boon, select Intimidate or Sense Motive. You gain a circumstance bonus to that skill check equal to your half your current Acquisitives Reputation Tier (rounding up). This bonus increases by +1 for each point of Infamy your character currently has.

For the Starship boon, I'd select the Aft gyrolaser for the Drake, and the forward light laser cannon for the Pegasus.
I'll select Sense Motive for the Social boon, and I'm only Tier 1.

Rez looks around at the other ysoki in the room, then stuffs the rest of his ration into his cheek pouch for later.
After all, growing up with nearly forty siblings through at least eight litters ingrains a famine mentality in you when it comes to your possessions, quite literally so when it's food we're talking about.

He brushes off his hand, then raises it, hoping everyone in the room sees it. "I'm all for putting up a fight, but you have to know when to book it - my vote is for the Pegasus. It might not be as sturdy as the Drake, but it's faster, handles way better, and it still packs a punch with the coilgun turret."

I have a comparison spreadsheet for the Society starships (here) if anyone needs a refresher.