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Rush picks at some flesh in his mandibles, using the bone blade as a tooth pick.

Rush moves in and takes around the corner, soaking any potential counter attack from the guard. He then thrusts the bone at the guard.

Perception: Anything interesting?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Light Boneblade: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Light Boneblade Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Target is currently Flat Footed due to Spec, right?

Surprise Round
Rush bursts from the crate and lets out a battle cry.
Whatever action needed to exit the crate.

Just posting to let you guys know I am still here also.

Rush awaits in the box, the death shrimp ready to eliminate all threats. Blood will coat his blades soon.

Inside the crate, Rush remains silent and waits for any moment where his blades must be drawn.

Not dead, still here.

Sounds correct to me.

Rush will totally go into a crate. Solid Snake style!

Admittedly, my attention is heavy divided due to a few games going on, reading my SkalCon prep, and getting prepared for moving to grave shift. I will go with whatever the party thinks is best.

To help the GM save bandwidth, since the party is moving off the ship Rush and LINGSTON are also prepped to follow the party and pretend to look like another slave for battle.

Rush and LINGSTON remain in the ship, awaiting for any command of backup or reinforcement.

Rush moves to set the docking route into the system.
Computers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
He then suits up to try to conform to the environment as much as possible, fully equipping his Azlanti armor and keeps his rifle strapped to his shoulder to look ready to serve the empire.

'Faster GM'
Alright, you guys go to the place, do the stuff, and beat the boss. The end! Here's your chronicles. :P

I'm cool sticking to you, HMM!

Aid: Look Convincing: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Rush, in his Azlanti armor, gets to work looking like some sort of slave that is making routine repairs on minor ship systems.

Best I can think of for Rush is playing off as someone's battle pet.

Rush and LINGSTON make one final stop to thank their Wrikreechee friend. "You bring honor. Many die to your blade." Rush says bluntly.

My brain is also deep into reading. GenCon prep has my bandwidth extremely spaced out, and I find myself using my time off at home to just shut down.

Talk about a close shave!

Rush, having the social grace of a toaster being thrown into a bathtub, decides to also just play a servitor role and deliver hors d'oeuvres and drinks.

Rush welds another piece of metallic Azlanti logo together and places it up. "They like.." His bone blade bursts from his hand. "Or they die." Rush is clearly somewhat annoyed by all the effort he is putting in, but he doesn't complain.

Rush just works at fixing the place up to look like a properly maintained Azlanti outpost, every now and then walking over Wint and his party set up.

Engineering: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

Rush heads to the only other Wrikreechee in the galaxy and bows his head in a slight dip when acknowledging her.

Rush just grabs a hammer and looks like he is ready to get to work.

Rush does much the same, staying out of sight.

Rush and LINGSTON will accompany Specs to whichever merchant he had the best interaction with.

In the private time before beginning their operation...

Rush starts sharpening his blades to get ready for the upcoming battles. The sound of bone scrapping on stone would unnerve anyone who isn't ready for such a sight.

Rush Level 4
+1 BAB, Fort, Ref, RP.
Combat Bond (As mentioned above)
Chosen Bond: Spec

Upgraded Skills
Athletics: 7
Computers: 10
Engineering: 13
Medicine: 9
Piloting: 9
Stealth: 2

In which case, I will take Spec since it is a Standard Action and could save him some spells when he feels they aren't necessary. To start out with, anyways.

Rush takes the hat, looks at it quizzically for a moment, and then puts it on his head. His body now takes the appearance of an Azlanti male.

Rush turns and looks at Pon. A beam comes from the chest CPU camera attached to Rush and scans Pon.

Medicine: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

It is all for the purpose of deciding who my Combat Bond buddy will be since I am now level 4 and my archetype allows it. Harrowing Fire becomes +4 instead of +2 between the person I select and myself.

Who is our most ranged people, and our most melee?

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"Deadly hunter knows prey well and strikes without hesitation. Indulge us in secrets." Rush says, agreeing to hear Talmrin.

Rush draws his blades and demonstrates an impressive display of finesse and slashing. "Alzanti will not stop me. Will rescue your comrades."

"Request your boon for ours." Rush grunts, trying to offer some means of service or trade to the creature.

Rush joins the others on making their way to Pon's location. Upon seeing the furry creature wearing the fine garments, Rush tilts his head in curiosity.
"Unique organism is unknown to us. Doctor; greet it."

After receiving the comm, Rush looks to the others.
"Weak one wants meeting. Go?"

You're not mercenary enough to be smugglers or gun runners, though you have arms and guns to sell.

"Not allowed to kill, can't become merc." Rush looks at the Wrikreechee, having grown bored of shopping. He places his hand on his chest to refer to himself when speaking.

Rush looks over the Azlanti officer gear with some interest, but decides against buying any as his armor already blends in with the Azlanti.

Take all the recovery time you guys need. I'm running multiple PBP modules right now and prepping for local gameplay also, so I am staying busy :)

Rush looks up at his companion, and then returns his bone blades when he sees the noble is not looking for a fight.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Culture: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Rush moves forward to be alongside Dalinar, and extends his bone blades. He waits to see if Dalinar calls for the Death Shrimp to help and attack.

"Would be acceptable."

Seems the crystal is drawing the most attention. I'll just stick back on that one and wait for a different stat boost for when it comes by.

All good, Captain.

Do as you need and don't feel overwhelmed at all to progress us. :)
Lots of love!

Posting is at a minimal for the time being. Allergies caused a cold and now it combined into a mess. :(

"Tastes like victory and dung." He throws the now lifeless one's body away. "They do not accept me as leader." Any leftover he slashes and crushes.

Attack Roll 1 Bone Blade: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Attack Roll 2 Bone Blade: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage 1 Bone Blade: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage 2 Bone Blade: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Rush eats one to establish dominance. If that does not earn their respect, he will stab and slice them all to pieces and offer it to Death-Shrimp Gods of Eox.