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Just a heads up, my chronicle sheet still reflects the incorrect faction. I am a member of the 2nd seekers.

Agreed, thanks for the game!

The vesk hangs back for a bit allowing the team to revel in the honor of their success. He quietly takes stock of his personal triumphs and failures, glad to contribute in the glory of combat but also glad he had capable teammates who were able to make up for his short comings outside of battle. He would have to find some way to grow in that rather large and diverse department in hopes of furthering the Society's cause.

He comes around to each of his fellow starfinders, including Laboni, and bids them all farewell and thanks them for their aid.

Attempts what will hopefully be a final pot shot at Velocity.

Energy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Laboni takes at Velocity.

Kinetic: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Laboni takes aim at Ratrod.

Kinetic: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

Laboni fires Energy at Velocity

Energy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Laboni attempts to fire on Velocity and make progress forward.

I don't believe she's been hit. In an effort to speed it up, I'm going to roll both. If Gorjhect beats me on the next round then thats cool too.

Shooting Energy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Piloting: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

whats the syntax/tags for getting the bold green text w/ dice rolls?

Laboni

Looking over her shoulder, Laboni decides to fire at her nearest competitor by taking aim at Nyizin since Lemgem is firing at Velocity.

To hit 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (1) - 4 = -3
Piloting 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

I'm only adding the raw modifiers from the racer stat block.

I will attempt to make alliances with the other racers in an attempt to turn them against RatRod. I will try to persuade them or maybe work out a trade if necessary. These rolls are assuming diplomacy.

Lem Gem 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Nyizin 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Orsis 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Velocity 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Sarangari hangs back, quietly listening to fitch, grateful for his competent teammates.

Sarangari stands back, out of the way and lets Kiylee do her thing.

The Vesk had little to contribute in the ways of system diagnostics and repair but he could lift, bend, or break something if necessary. He too nods his readiness to head to E-deck.

"Unfortunately, the armor looks too restrictive for my style of the Solarian martial art. Maybe with some practice and a feat that I intend to take I could adjust but that's not today."

The Vesk steadies himself against a crate after the fight while the sickness fades. "Great job. It is not my day," he says to his companions.

After Zigvigix shows up, the Solarian takes a moment to catch his breath (spend RP) while the group speaks with Zigvigix.

Fort vs Sickened 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Sarangari is struck by one wing and quickly feels the effect of sickness wash over him.

He still has a job to do however and no amount of tail dragging or belly aching will prevent him from fighting on. The stars guide him as his synchronization with them grows and he lines up his hammer for another blow.

Attack w/ flanking/sickness/fatigue 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 - 2 - 1 = 22
Damage w/ sickness/fatigue 1d6 + 5 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 2 - 1 = 4

I forgot to include my -1 fatigue on my roll, sorry.

I'm attempting to use the boxes as acover for the duration of my movement to negate attacks of opportunity if possible. I do not intend to have cover at the end of my movement though.

The Vesk slips into Photon mode as he wades into combat, attempting to post up in a flanking position. With hammer in hand he takes a mighty swing at the beast.

Attack w/ assumed flanking bonus 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17
damage 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

I'm taking a double move to get lined up for combat next round. Let me know if I need more than one athletics check.

Athletics 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 1 = 16

The vesk runs around the "south" side of the platform and quickly pulls himself up using the crates to cover his climb.

The vesk walks down the center of the warehouse towards Kiylee, and scoops ups a small chunk of the debris and tosses it over to the hole in the floor to see if it triggers any activity.

"I like this bull by the horns method." The Vesk strolls out confidently, weapon in hand ready ready to attune himself at the first sign of danger.

The Vesk takes his mote impatiently in hand and waits for the upcoming battle.

"Couldn't hurt."

Not know what he may be getting himself into, the Vesk requests, "One, please."

Catching up on my saves
Fort 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Ref 1d20 ⇒ 6
Damage 1d4 ⇒ 4

The Vesk does not weather the line very well. Although he doesn't complain, it is evident that the fight took more out of him than originally suggested. As the doors open, he is knocked around as the line surges forward in the ensuing chaos.

The Vesk steps in line too. "Let us hope our patience is rewarded," he says to no one inparticular.

The Vesk speaks up from the back of the office, "Lets take care of the album. The feather stalker isn't going anywhere, but I'd hate to disappoint 2 faction heads by not securing the album." He himself was unfamiliar with this band but perhaps this would be an opportunity to learn a little more about the culture of Absalom Station through its arts.

At the park.

The vesk checks himself over briefly and sees they are minor burns that barely heated his scales though that second shot was particularly uncomfortable. Takes a short rest and spends a resolve point to heal stamina points.

He glances over to his comrades and sees that they have weathered the battle fairly well, or at least everybody's insides remain inside. "Good, everyone's OK," he thinks to himself.
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At the office
The vesk is pleased that Historia-7 is satisfied with their performance though the only visible indication is that of his mote which bobs in delight. Hopefully his sponsor will also be pleased with the report. If not, at least he was able to strike such fear into one of his foes with one blow that the coward broke and fled.

At Titus-33's question regarding the rifle, the vesk mutters under his breath, "All yours, bub, as far as I'm concerned," and then quietly dismisses himself out of the office. He lingers just outside the door in case Historia-7 has any other information before they move on to the next mission.

The Vesk takes the hit, the shot grazing his shoulder. He reacts, sliding into photon stellar mode and attuning himself to the stars. The shadows between his scales and in the folds of his clothes seem to grow impossibly dark in contrast to the rest of him which some how seem to catch the light like a sponge collects water.

The Vesk steps up to the thug Blue, a determined mask across his face. At the same time his ebbing mote of darkness leaps into his hands and takes the form of a shadowy hammer which he brings down on his foe.
To hit 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Bludgeoning damage 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

The Vesk stood back while everyone got to work. He positioned himself over by the window, peaking out occasionally. Intelectual studies such as computer use and the sciences were never his forte. No, his strength was in strength alone. Sure he could talk pretty words when he had to be amiable, but most the time he was a man of quite literal action. Love this solarian skill selection

”Perhaps we ought not do this here. This apartment is too cramped to adequately defend our charges should corporate security find her.” The trailing mote of darkness was oddly still.

The vesk who had been standing apart inspecting some of the plants steps forward clearing his throat. "It would mean a lot to my companion if she had the opportunity to speak with her. Besides," he holds up his palm and activates the recently acquired insignia, "our superiors would appreciate our thoroughness on this our first assignments as official agents. We will make it quick, polite, and then be on our way." The vesk hopes that giving the human just a little bit of personal information sways him.
diplomacy 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

The vesk stood and waited for the human's question to be answered. He had little proficiency with computers and in these sorts of situations needed to be pointed in a direction.

At the Nuar's inquiry the right corner of his mouth curled into a half smile. While he himself was never "loud and proud" in his dealings, the sentiment was common in the Veskarium. It would be enjoyable to fight beside her at some point.

He nodded his head at the shirren's directness and initiative.

Having done most his training under a starfinder solarian based out of the Veskarium, this particular vesk had little time to get to know the station prior to the ceremony. In fact, all he really knew was how to get to the bodega near his apartment and how to get to the Lorespire Complex.

But he did know how to listen, his sponsor made sure of that. He stood to the side quietly absorbing the information his compatriots shared with one another.

sigma mu is one of my other characters, sorry

The vesk does his best to stay awake through the graduation ceremony, his mote only flickering out of existence twice for a second or two while his head lulled and bobbed. Fortunately, it was not long before nature called and the vesk found himself focusing more on not wetting himself than staying awake which proved to be far more successful a stimulant.

Once the ceremony concluded and he was able to relieve himself, he answered the summons to the complex where he provided his genetic sample and accepted the subdermal implant.

He now waits patiently with the Nuar and company to receive the list of heads they are to meet and perform tasks for.

A large vesk with green scales peppered with sand colored flecks enters the room. Giving the early bird his customary nonchalant nod and "Hey," he settles into the middle of the second row stretching his arms out over the adjacent chairs. The billowing mote of shadow that follows him around seems to dance excitedly in contrast to the seemingly unconcerned vesk.

A sand scaled vesk slides in giving the group a perfunctory nod and says "Hey," to no one in particular. His loose clothing and accompanying orb of undulating shadow mark him as a solarian. He takes his seat and quietly awaits the superiors.