Yeah, it was a blast. Thanks for running!

Santos can do nothing but weather the storm.

Shaken Will: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 2 = 15

Santos calls out notable celestial bodies to help chart a path.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 2 = 23

"Must have been a blast! I gotta admit I wasn't much of a fan until Ziggy volunteered me to be security at one of their concerts. They put on a great show!"

Santos takes control of one of the weapons, firing on debris in time with the music.

Gunnery: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 - 2 = 29

Santos helps yell at the people to get them moving.

Intimidate Aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

"Caulthwan said she's staying. This is her faith, and I'm not going to interfere with that. The rest of us need to get to a safe distance before whatever happens happens."

Santos takes to the air once again, readying his rifle and firing on the remaining foe.

staccato rifle, shaken: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 16 - 2 = 34
sonic damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

crit damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Santos steps up to Red to deliver another punch.

Hammer Fist, shaken: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 - 2 = 28
bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

Santos rushes towards Red, pulling his fist back as he runs, building momentum for the strike.

Hammer Fist, shaken: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 12 - 2 = 21
bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Reflex, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 2 = 27

The crit was for the AoO

Santos tries to smack black on the back of the head as they move.

Hammer Fist, shaken: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 - 2 = 30
bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

crit damage: 1d4 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Will, shaken: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 2 = 18

Santos lands behind the one Yuqab struck, and tries to plant his fist in their back.

Hammer Fist, shaken: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 - 2 = 14
bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

Santos takes off again, flying over the ridge behind Yuqab. He fires on Yugab's target.

staccato rifle: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31
sonic damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Santos takes to the air, flying just high enough to avoid the green goo as he advances on the enemies. He takes cover behind one of the ridges as his feet once again touch the ground.

double move, fly 30, draw staccato pulse rifle

Will, shaken: 1d20 + 8 - 6 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 6 = 7

That should have been -2, for a grand total of 11

Will, shaken: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8

Santos follows orders, flying back into the Pegasus.

Santos shifts his rifle into one hand and attempts to plant his fist into blue.

Hammer Fist, shaken: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 - 2 = 16
bludgeoning damage: 1d4 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
1d100 ⇒ 28

Santos looks around the battlefield, muttering incoherently into his comm unit.

Santos advances 15 feet and takes a shot at the green.

staccato rifle: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 2 = 21
sonic damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Will Shaken: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 2 = 26
Perception Shaken: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 - 2 = 18

"I won't be the only one left out. I'll share in the burden."

Santos grunts in agreement with Ishkitik.

Who's the whelp? he asks, confused by the entire converstation.

Will, shaken: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 2 = 23

Santos remains put, firing two shots at Red.

staccato rifle Full Attack, shaken: 1d20 + 16 - 6 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 6 = 17
sonic damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
staccato rifle Full Attack, shaken: 1d20 + 16 - 6 ⇒ (2) + 16 - 6 = 12
sonic damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Fort dc18: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Santos steadies himself before making a break for easier ground. He draws his pulse rifle as he runs, and fires on Black.

staccato rifle at second range: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 2 = 21
sonic damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Engineering: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Santos grabs his head. "What is happening?"

Santos will bow to peer pressure, and get an antigravity belt

Santos is probably best as an engineer, first mate or gunner.

"You're sending us to investigate a light show? Things must be slow at the Lorespire." A human man sighs as he listens to the briefing. "We can assume we weren't invited then? We should be getting hazard pay for this."

He looks around the room to see what he's working with, and offers Kneepuncher a subtle nod at the sight of his shield. "Looks like a few of you can take a hit or two. I'm Santos, I'll shoot stuff and punch stuff for you. Don't expect much else."

There are 4 of them. They are all somewhat related, but having played them all on different characters i feel like they all do very well as stand alone adventures.

"There were active threats as well, particularly that element that attacked us as we tried to go back through the portal. It was made of shimmerstone, as those the evironment itself wanted us dead." He gestures to Grimace's self-inflicted wound as evidence of the danger. "We were lucky to make it back here alive. I don't think it can follow us, but I can tell you that sending anyone else through that portal would be sending them to their graves."

"And no heat, Santos adds with a grumble, "it makes this place seem like a tropical paradise."

Santos is more than happy to play along with Blastoff to protect the isolation of those they encountered

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Santos shrugs off whatever effect the creature was trying to hit him with. He closes the distance and strikes again.

doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
cold damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Santos strides right up to the creature, activating his doshko on the way "Let's try this again," he mutters to himself as he strikes.

doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
cold damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Santos nods along as Grimace speaks. "We've travelled a long and perilous journey to get here. Please tell us our journey has not been in vain."

Santos is content to listen to Hanmi and Dolian as they talk, but contributes little, instead focusing on taking in the landscape.

As they reach the cave, Santos does what he can to navigate through it, taking cues from Jewel.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

In the icy fog he focuses on find some semblance of a path for them to follow safely.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Still feeling sore from the encounter with the nannites, he struggles with the ascending the cliff.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

As his companions converse with Dolain, Santos takes the opportunity to look around his 'apartment.' He takes note of the minerals on display. "You're a collector?" He says, nodding towards the dash. He takes out a sample of shimmerstone from his Starfinder Society branded backpack and holds it up. "Know anything about this?"

I know you took the brunt of it, but didn't realize you got into hp!

Yeah, it took three hits from the swarm and one from the worms to get him into hp.

Santos is back up to full after two serums. I think Valamir might be into hitpoints.

Santos gladly takes the opportunity for a rest, and uses the time to administer a few serums of healing. mk1 serum of healing: 1d8 ⇒ 1mk1 serum of healing: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"That's right, come get us." Santos mutters to himself as he sees the swarm approaching. He tries to dash out of the blast just before it goes off, but still feeling sick from his last encounter with the swarm, he isn't all that quickly.

"We don't mean any harm," he calls out at the sound of the calm voice, "We're just looking for a way off this planet."

just far enough away that the people in the trap look like better targets :)

Seeing that Valamir has gotten to safety, Santos heads into the blast zone. "Hanmi, Grimace, please get as far away from the swarm as possible. Manta as well. The plan only works if we can get them into the trap." He looks up at Jewel and nods, ready to take the hit once the swarm is in range.

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Feeling his stomach start to churn, Santos attempts to leave the area of the swarm and realizes movement isn't coming easy to him this time around.

Santos should can only move for his action, and should have enough left to move one square out of the swarm.

Santos nods at Jewel and Hanmi. "Great idea. I'll try to lead them over to the door. Maybe everyone else should leave the area?"

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"I'm useless here too." Santos wiggles out of the swarm while making a mental note to buy some grenades for scenarios like this. "At least I can soak up their attacks for a bit."

A swarm of tiny robots strikes Santos as the perfect opportunity to test out his new doshko. He takes out the blade and swipes at the swarm, not exactly sure what to expect.

doshko: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
cold damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8