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Ruuk nods in agreement. "Leave them be. They proved honorable enough. We all have a code to live by. It isn't much but you break their trust and honor and you have little else."

Ruuk folds his arms menacingly as 701 explains what they uncovered. "Did you know about all this Doc?" Ruuk points to the Dragonkin and SPinjack. "Cause they seemed to be aware of it or we wouldn't have been attacked the moment we stepped foot back here."

Intimidate Aid Another: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

The pain doesn't hurt Ruuk too much. He has had worse done to his crew as they pillaged. "That all you got!?" he yells at the dragonkin.

Solar Weapon (Writhing tentacles): 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 4 = 16
Damage (S); Photon Mode: 1d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11

Solar Weapon (Writhing tentacles): 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 4 = 24
Damage (S); Photon Mode: 1d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 = 13

Ruuk did indeed have to move and will eat that AoO.

Feeling the dragonglaive dig into his arm Ruuk curses. Of course he can reach that far out.

He presses the assault slamming his tentacled mass into the dragonkin's chest.

Solar Weapon (Writhing tentacles): 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 9 - 4 = 7
Damage (S); Photon Mode: 1d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 = 16

Solar Weapon (Writhing tentacles): 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 4 = 24
Damage (S); Photon Mode: 1d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 = 12

Photon Attunement 3

Reflex DC 13: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 6 damage total.

Pushing right through the fire Ruuk smashes his writhing tentacles into the dragon kin. He yells back to buzz as the solar energy builds within his hands to frightening levels. "Get back!"

Solar Weapon (Writhing tentacles): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Damage (S); Photon Mode: 1d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 = 16

Photon Attunement 2

Ruuk fires off a pair of shots at the dragonkin. The acid sizzles clear of the target as the energy builds within him.

Photon Attunement 1

Disintegrator pistol, liquidator; distance: 1d20 + 5 - 6 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 6 = 8
Damage (Acid): 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Disintegrator pistol, liquidator; distance: 1d20 + 5 - 6 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 6 = 0
Damage (Acid): 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Ruuk stays on his perch. His additional hands each draw a disintegrator pistol as well as a azimuth laser pistol. Ruuk's writhing tentacles continue to flop about as he waits. "They knew were were coming. Be on the lookout."

Ready action- If an enemy is seen approaching Ruuk will fire his disintegrator pistol.

Disintegrator pistol, liquidator: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage (Acid): 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Ruuk's writhing tentacles reach out and scrape at the guard as he calls for back up.

Solar Weapon (Writhing tentacles): 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 4 = 21
Damage (S); Photon Mode: 1d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 = 16

Solar Weapon (Writhing tentacles): 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 9 - 4 = 11
Damage (S); Photon Mode: 1d6 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 1 = 15

Photon Attunement 2

Ruuk rushes the closest ladder. His hand wreathes in black plasma with red tendrils that seem to writhe with a mind of their own. Once he reaches the op of the wall he clenches his fist and the plasma bursts outward.

Photon Attunement 1.
MA:Climb ladder
SA: Emit radiation: (Low level radiation outward 5 feet. DC 15 Fort save or sickened.

Ruuk places a hand on his shoulder. "I'll go with you." He follows 701 into the tower.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Ruuk tries to tell if anything else shady is going on but the rhyphorian guard is difficult to read from that distance. "Sounds alright to me. Let's go wait a short bit. He doesn't come back soon we can speak to the others."

Ruuk whistles to clear the debate. "Fine. You can try to be diplomatic first. When that doesn't work we can resort to a bit more force." He holds his arms out to make sure everyone is on the same page.

Perception DC 21: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Perception DC 16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Ruuk's palm produces the plasmitic power as it writhes like tendrils from his fingertips. "Or we can always go straight to using a little bit of intimidation to get them to flee."

Ruuk crosses his lower two arms as the dark plasma absorbs back into his body. "Yea we were attacked by a strange ship when we arrived. The scientists offered to fix the ship while we explored." The space pirate waves a finger at the pair. "How is it you speak our language so easy?"

Ruuk has DR 5 against Kinetic damage GM.

As the plasma reaches full potential around Ruuk, his body has difficulty containing it and explodes outwards, severely burning the creature.

Guarded Step.

Supernova Damage (Fire): 6d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 5, 3, 1, 4) = 17

Unattuned.

Ruuk rolls to his side and stands up. Provoking AoO. His writhing tentacles on one of his arms swirls with irritation as he pushes closer to the massive beasts.

Move to stand and SA to guarded step.

@GM- Ruuk has DR 5 from kinetic attacks from enhanced resistance feat.

"Either way we can help them take down the beast." Ruuk sets himself up a charging lane as he draws a strange alien pistol from his belt. It is ordained with horrific small skulls and spikes. in one hand. In another red and black writhing tentacles form in his grip. They claw at the light as the energy flows up his arm.

Double move action drawing Liquidator Disintegrator Pistol and forming Solar weapon.

Photon Mode +1

Ruuk looks on, wondering what Buzz found in the system. "Let's get going and leave these guys to...." he waves to all of the equipment well out of his realm of understanding, though he definitely knows something shady is going on. "...whatever it is they do."

Ruuk breathes a small sigh of relief. All this technical jargon had giving him a bit of a headache. "Yea, Thanks Doc." He shakes the man's hand "We really do need to get going though."

All of this Science mumbo jumbo is way over Ruuk's head or thought process. Though he did have a certain respect for it as at some point he would probably be using their equipment. His head swims from all of the information. "What's next on your agenda Doc?"

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Ruuk looks it all over as Dr. Monsylkis gives his tour. "That does sound amazing. Also way over my head. It all sounds like space magic to me." Ruuk explains

As they wait a moment Ruuk eyeballs Spinjack's gear.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Though he has a difficult time getting a read on the strange creature that he is. While his crew contained all manner of races he had difficulty getting a read on someone he didn't know or work with for a short point.

Their job wasn't to learn more of this waystation, but rather find out information on this strange relic. "Sure. You have a better map of the area? These Starfinder maps are always a bit out of date." He taps his datapad attached to his third arm.

Engineering (Untrained): 1d20 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 4 = 5
Perception: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 4 = 19

Ruuk looks over at Spinjack. "We are told that they landed here some time ago and are looking for an item that may have been left behind." He tries his best to not come across as rude.

Medicine: 1d20 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (5) - 1 + 4 = 8

Ruuk grunts, "This is your tour. What would you like to show us?" Though he is gruff he is a bit amazed at all of the experiments going on. "Pheno...phenotypes?"

Ruuk nods his head to the Dragonkin. His mood getting a bit better now that they are on the ground and in one piece. "Sure, let's do a tour. So what is it you guys do here anyways?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

He is blunt and right to the point. Perhaps his mood is still a bit worse for wear.

Ruuk slams all four fists into the screen, breaking it as it spiderwebs. "F#~&! Fine dogfighting? We were just nearly slaughtered." He slams out of his chair, anger fuming as he heads to the science bay. Leaning back from the doorway he calls out. "Any of you know how to work this?" He points one arm to the computer terminal. "What in the Pact Worlds just kicked our collective asnos?"

Ruuk stays on the turret, though the alien vessel shifts just out of his arc at the last moment.

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 14
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 3) = 7

The power core seems to send out one last bit of energy as Ruuk lines his coilgun up for the perfect shot.

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 26
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 4) = 14

The power core malfunctioning is physically affecting Ruuk's aim. "Get this ship together and back online or we are all dead..."

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 13
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 2) = 10

Ruuk's screen continues to flicker and reset to the side, offset a small bit. Pulling the switch he continues to fire into the alien craft.

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 2) = 9

Ruuk's screen suddenly begins to flicker back on. "Damned cheaply made human equipment."

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 2) = 10

Ruuk's terminal remains as black as the space surrounding the ship. "I am dead in the water over here."

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 2) = 11

The blast to their engine rocks Ruuk in his seat. His console screen flickers and shuts down as he loses sight of the enemy ship. "S!#$!" He slams his fist into the console. "I just lost power!"

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 3) = 9

@GM- The Missile Launcher is on a turret platform on the Tier 4 Drake (Link)

Ruuk's ability to swivel the turret seems to be better than usual as he swings around to face the strange alien craft once again. "Like who it belongs to!?" He calls out.

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 = 27
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 1) = 7

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 2, 3) = 12

Ruuk stays locked onto the port side of the strange alien craft. "Keep on "em" His multiple hands help with keeping the weapon steady while releasing short and precise bursts.

Ruuk swings the coilgun around, continuing to batter away at the powerful shields.

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 = 27
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 2, 3) = 10

Ruuk hops into the coilgun turret, "What is this thing!?" He calls back, looking for any sort of weakness that he can. The magnetic coils let loose. their poles releasing a stream of projectiles at the strange alien vessel.

Using 1 of the Computers checks.

Turret Coilgun Gunnery; Computers: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 28
Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 4) = 10

Ruuk awaits the coordinates. "At least there is someone to talk to down here. Instead of getting sent to a desolate wasteland to look for clues. These fool farmers may have dug up something."

Ruuk lets out a strange laugh. "Let's meet 'em. Farmers shouldn't pose much of a threat." He trusts in the crews knowledge on the situation.

Ruuk crosses both sets of his arms. What group you say your with exactly?"

Sounds good to me.

Ruuk stares out the port hole window at the swirling colors "No matter how deadly the drift and space are, they hold wonders like this." He waves a single hand at the horrific scene before them.

Suddenly the speakers begin to sound as a transmission comes in. "What now?"

Ruuk looks back down at his comm device and swipes right. "Er... the Drake is what I meant. Someone changes my language settings."

Either way GM. If Pilgrim has us covered then we should be good. I will leave it up to Pilgrim as I would be glad to help out where I can.

Knowing the Vast holds many deadly secrets Ruuk opts for more firepower. "Who knows what we'll find. Let's go with the Pegasus." The Kasatha suggests as he taps his pistol.

He then flips his account over. "I am willing to front 250 credits to a spell amp to share languages if anyone else wants in." He had been in a situation where meeting an alien race, not part of the Pact Worlds was significantly harder when they couldn't talk.

Don't think there is a whole lot we can do about the language situation if we don't speak it. The only thing I know around that is a mystic spell. So we can buy Spell Amps: Share Language (300 credits). I am willing to chip in on a few, though I only have about 272 credits left over.

you might want to make sure you have some means of communicating with a new species. By this point in your careers, I assume you’re capable of that."

With one of his free hands Ruuk opens his account on his comm device. "Low again." Though really he didn't expect there to be much anyways. That is why he was hired out by the Starfinders of course. That and he produced results, though not always in the strictest or kindest measures.

Physical Science: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Sounds easy enough. Head down to the frozen wastehole. Look for information on a planet and if we find any intelligent lifeforms then interrogate them on the relics whereabouts." He smiles beneath teh mask that covers most of his face. "This evidence from the library happen to say what the relic looked like? Going to get some weird eyes if we just start asking about a relic we can't explain."

Ruuk snickers a bit at the mechanical rat. He carries two pistols, one on either side of his hips. Neither as clean or well maintained like Obozaya's weapons. The one on his left hip is an obvious laser pistol and the second is a foreign and strange weapon not seen around most of the Pact Worlds. He places one hand on his chest, in the form of a fist. "I am Ruuk, a member of Clan Wraith." He makes his position well known.

A slotted helmet shows only black orbs for eyes as a rebreather lets him keep his face completely covered. A ceramic breastplate, shoulder guards, bracers, and greaves protect him while facilitating the graceful kasathan close-combat style. as the red and gold scheme glint in the bright lights. The well-known colors of the Space Pirate Wraith Clan.

He crosses all four of his arms together in a criss-cross pattern. More out of annoyance as he left his ship and his crew once again to the beck and call of the Starfinders. He waits for others to arrive.