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Thank you all for the advice!

It wasn't specifically a houserule, just something that wasn't clear to my table which lead to some discussion about it. And my Monk will be able to Raise Shield with no worry!

"The best team, really!" Triage chimes in. "There's no one better." He says with a smile and slight nudge towards Jek.

“-and it’s important that we focus on the real reason we’re here. Lita was just a distraction. This show was put on to bring us all together after the tragedy that is the Drift Crisis. No one can break the bond that we share when we all come together. All of us, from all walks of life. There’s nothing we can’t do if we can put our minds to it!” Triage says to one of the many cameras.

Triage sighs and shakes his head. "So much for keeping this under wraps..."

Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

"I'll start. Lita Starr, with the assistant of the Omo and Orgo, used two devices to send a dangerous electrical surge towards the judge's stand. Luckily we were there to intervene. If no one stopped the beast that was drawn to the rampant electricity, many people would have gotten hurt, or worse." As he says this, he produces the two wireless electrical transfers.

"Last minute host replacement? 'Starfinder Steal the Show!' That would make great television and we could keep a close eye on everyone."

Earlier
"Like.... breaking the sound barrier?" Triage shakes his head and whispers to himself. "You can't rhyme barrier with barrier..."

*****

Now

Triage will pull Sayozo aside and apply a soothing gel to the bruises just starting to yellow under their skin.

Medicine: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

"If you're going to get in the middle of a fight, bring backup next time. You won't do anyone any good if you get hurt."

Culture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Triage begins to sign the pictures Liita Marr.

Back on the catwalk...

"Here, let me." Triage moves I-apvii to the side and takes control of the light board. His fingers flash across as he types commands away...

Computers: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Creating a dazzling display of options for various acts. All the board operator has to do is pick the one they think best for each moment!

Present

"I think she wishes for us to sign her name on them."

Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

“And a small trap! We can lure one in, snap it closed, and we will be good to go!” Triage begins to take out some scrap and a nearby discarded bucket and gets to work.

Triage clears his throat. "I do believe I need to visit the little elf's room. Please excuse my apology."

Upon leaving the ambassador's sight, he will go directly to the nearest wait staff and inquire, rather adamantly, about an epinephrine injection for an allergic reaction.

Culture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

“Oh! I think one of my professors mentioned them in my ‘Current and New Cultures of the Vast and Beyond’ class.”

A tall, thin elf who can not be bothered to look up from his datapad makes his way into the conference room. He is furiously typing something and sighs dramatically before throwing his hands up and whispering under his breath. "Under review?? I spent 3 months on that paper about AI sentience WITH first hand accounts of the phenomenon happening. How could Doctor Franzi say it's 'Under Review'?" He continues to mumble to himself, ignoring anyone else in the room.

"I think I could play a great Avid Dreamer in the movie adaption!" He says jokingly.

"What are the odds Jek? Star crossed lovers and AI gaining sentience all in one mission. I think it would make a good book someday."

"That was way easier than I thought it would be."

"If you kill us, we wont be able to get AutoMaint-13 for you!" He crosses one of his fingers, hoping to get through to the disembodied voice.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Triage runs down the hall to get a clear shot at Ikmanji. "Keep it up Ik! We got this!" A dart is fired into their mandible, and while it stings, their movements suddenly seem just a little bit faster.

Basic Booster 5 Rounds:
+1 Enhancement Bonus to AC

"I'll take care of him Naitier, save your magics for an emergency." While he rests, Triage will sit down next to him and apply a soothing cream to the injured areas.

Medicine: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Please regain 6 hit points!

"We're with you Celita, every step of the way. You know how to reach us the moment you find a lead." His voice is determined. Even though his face remains hidden behind the mask, it's clear through his body language that he care deeply about this.

Triage eventually makes his way up to Jek and puts a soft hand on his shoulder. ”We’ll find Hope someday, and until then, we’ll just have to make our own.”

”Go see the world Ruby, in whatever form that takes! Explore the galaxy, experience new things, and live the life that got taken from you. This place will always remain for you to come back to when you’re ready, but you’ve already lost so much time, don’t lose anymore putting others before yourself.”

Will: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

In the background, while the rest of the crew is conversing, Triage starts a one-elf conga line around the base of the stump.

"Hold on tight! I do believe we are going down!" Triage kicks into high gear as he rushes to the nearest console and quickly tries to divert power to shields and thrusters.

Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"START LANDING PROCEDURES!" Triage yells towards the pilot. "We're going down a lot sooner than I'd like, but we have the time to do this safely. Just enough power to our main engine to keep us from crashing if we land NOW!"

Triage will spend his time cataloguing the ship's medical supplies and ensuring that each of its current occupants are in fit shape before we make it to the new world.

He will then delve into the small file of information we currently have on Iski.

Culture: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Life Science: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Physical Science: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

And last will offer a break to pilot the ship, knowing he does not have much experience in the matter, but wanting to be of use.

Piloting: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

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"That is a long and complicated answer to that question Jek." He pauses to pull his thoughts together. "We remember the gap. Not in so much as remembering what happened during it, but elves live so long, there are many, many of my people who were alive well before the gap took place. Imagine hundreds of years suddenly gone from your memory, from your life. What must have been many lifetimes for other beings passed over us. The pain and the shock drove us home to Castrovel. To be with our own and to try and piece together some semblance of order from the chaos left over. We were betrayed. Left with holes in our minds and our hearts. And so we now don masks. As a way to hide our true selves to the outside world. Only our people will ever truly understand us and know us. This mask not only represents an emotional barrier, but a physical one as well. It reminds us that while we may find friends and family among the stars, our true home is Castrovel. The place where our ancestors lived and died, and where we will all, with any luck, one day return."

Triage takes a deep break and tries his best to show an aura of comfort and kindness even from behind his mask.

"Of course, not all our missions are as fun as hanging out with us in the Lorespire Complex, and they’re even dangerous sometimes. If you’re ever injured on a mission, you’ll be making a trip to our medical bay! Who knows, you may even run into me! We take pride in being able to provide a variety of healing of all sorts of creatures that come through our doors."

He breaths and continues on.

Don’t worry: it’s staffed with top-notch doctors, nurses, and specialists who’ll fix you right up, and it has a full team dedicated to Starfinders’ mental well-being. And believe me, I know these folks are the best—they fixed me up after I came back from a rather nasty encounter with undead bat creatures on a planet deep into the vast."

With a flourish he bows respectfully and pulls out a small piece of technology, showing those in front of him scans from all sorts of outlandish creatures.

Medicine: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Triage sucks around his companions and slides down next to the computer. His quickly scans what’s in front of him and gets to work. “Hold it off as long as you can! Maybe I can shut it down from here!

Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Triage gracefully takes the newspaper and quickly scans it for any useful information. "Thank you Jek, it's been simply awful trying to keep up with things. I've been trying to contact my brother on Castrovel for the past few days, but nothing has been able to get through. I hope he's alright..."

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Upon seeing more familiar faces, the elf lets out an audible sigh of relief. "Hello friends! I am glad to see you all safe despite the happenings. I had invited you all to a karaoke bar on level 12 last week, but with everything going on, the invites got lost in the ether..." He then shakes his head in disappointment.

Traige switches up the syringes and slots in a small one with an amber fluid inside. He aims at yellow and takes a show with a Basic Inhibitor.

Called Tactical Needler Pistol: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

As the dart is fired out of the gun, the vial explodes and coats Triage in the liquid. "Give me a second, I need to fix this..."

Triage finds Jekcedo on day two of the journey and pulls him aside to offer a gift, an info-stick with various musical stylings from the Veskarium and the Vast. He almost offers his Machine Cake t-shirt. The one that Bone had scratched a deep gouge into, and then signed just above the tear, but he thought that may be too much for right now.

"I know you're a big fan of music and thought you might enjoy this! A-as one medic to another of course..." He stammers a bit, and then continues. "One of my favorite things about traveling so much was hearing all sorts of music that different people were able to create. I'm hoping you might enjoy just a taste of my favorites!" Although Jek can't see the smile, it's heard through his voice as he offers the Shirren the Starfinder version of a mixtape.

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"Despite what my companion says, all is well here! Just antsy after traveling for so long." He shoots the dwarf a look.

Triage notices the intruders and his eyes go wide, not that anyone would be able to see them behind the mask. He carefully picks up a small finger sandwich and tries his best to be nonchalant as he steps up behind Naitier. "I'd listen to them if I were you. Just this week we've killed pirates, deadly space lions, and even a runelord or two. You really do not want to mess with us."

Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

"I agree Gek, something just isn't right here. Maybe this computer can tell us more." Triage moves up beside Naitier and gets to work trying to get in and copy the information.

Computers: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 2 = 24
Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Computers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Triage will carefully scrape a small piece of the mold and slide it into a vial for further study later.

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As Gus and Naitier work on the coolant pipe, Triage will pull out a small set of tools and work on unlocking the next room... assuming the door is safe.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 For traps on the door specifically.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 To open the door.

Triage seems to care little about the legality of the mission. "If there's information that is stored here that can help other people, then Astral Extractions should not be keeping it for themselves. They will only sell to the highest bidder, and not care who they trample in the meantime."

"We should just... torch this place once we're done here. Blow it to smithereens." The last part is said under his breath, but there's more than just a hint of anger there. He takes a deep breath to cool down, then will lead the team towards the west, weapon drawn.

Triage will share with the class what he learned followed by, "We should go in prepared for anything. I would rather not be surprised, again."

"Those creatures..." Triage manages to get out as he finds a spot to sit up against a wall. "Sucked."

Life Science: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

"Oh yeah, it's worth something big guy. The society will probably be interested in it since we were able to deal with the threat that usually accompanies them.

Triage then finds the strength to stand back up and start treating his comrades while help is on the way. He starts with Gek, the hero of the fight.

Medicine: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Nuva'Gek restores 1 HP.

After cleaning the nasty bite wounds as best he can, he makes his way over to Grognard. "We've come down with the same thing. Absalom should have the supplies to get us back up on our feet, but these things are nasty. They'll dig into your skin and before you know it..." He does't finish the thought, but instead looks at the creatures and shudders then turns back to his patient.

Medicine: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Grognard restores 1 HP.

Finally, Triage assesses himself.

Medicine: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

He manages to stop his own bleeding, but is too tired to do much more than that.

Triage shakes his head and puts a hand on Naitier's shoulder. "It is a truly awful show.... I binge-watched it two years ago while stuck on a ship out in Near Space for a few weeks with nothing to do but 'survey' and watch for incoming threats."

Triage takes his time to fully repair and put back into place all the debris that was strewn about the ship thanks to both him and Gus. Once that is done he retreats back to his room for the majority of the trip back.

He does send a message over his comm unit a few days into the trip that reads:

'We know very little of these locations, it is hard to choose a name that will fit. However, I vote for 'Etheria' for the planet with the ruins on it.'

"Are you kidding me..." Triage says under his breath. "I just fixed those."

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

And with that, the front shields regenerate as he continues to reroute power as needed.

“I’ve almost got these shields recharged!” The moment the sparks die back down, he gets back to work.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

SM #1: Sense Motive #1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
SM #2: Sense Motive #1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Triage stops walking and looks down at the small Ysoki in front of him. He stares at him from behind the mask for a long, uncomfortable moment of silence before simply saying, "No." He then continues walking with the others, taking in the scenery of the ship around him as if that interaction did not just occur.

As a side note, you can not see his eyes from outside the mask. The marble-like sheen even extends over where the eyes should be. It appears very much statue-esque.

In his pack, besides his necessary medical supplies, Triage-347 carries the following:
-A piece of bark from an ancient family tree in El.
-A well-worn hand-written letter from someone important to him that he met in the Veskarium. Wink Wink
-An exact replica of his mask, just in case something were to happen to the current one.
-Also... At least 27 hair ties that always seem to disappear right when he needs them.

Hello!

My name is Triage - 347, or rather that was my designation from Sovyrian during the Silent War. Even though the war is over, I found myself drawn to the name still and you may refer to me as Triage, if you so wish. I served as a field medic on various starships during the war and have thus spent ample time in the Veskarium. I am pleased to back in the comfort of the Pact Worlds, as I was stuck over there due to the Swarm's invasion. I have only recently been allowed to return and am currently stationed out of El.

[Forlorn Elf - Biohacker 1; Will flush out more a backstory with time.]

I am a highly trained medic, as stated before, but I also find myself drawn to tinkering with mechanical interfaces. I love to study how technology can be fused and augmented within living beings.

[Anesthesiology Biohacker - Skills Focused in Sciences and Engineering/Computers.
In Combat: Buffer/Debuffer
Starship Combat: Science Officer/Engineer]

Do you need any help building or formatting your character?
-I'm very comfortable with character building and use Herolab. I would love for the GM to glance over it to be sure the character is all correct for society play, but I used the Society Limitations so it *should* all be correct.

Have you done any kind of PBP before?
-Yes, but mostly roleplay between sessions and only rarely have I done combat.

Have you ever played Starfinder before? If so, what was your favorite adventure?
-Yes! Currently on Book 5 of Dead Suns and Book 1 of Horizons of the Vast. I have also done a few Scenarios from Year 1. Songbird Station was an absolute blast to play through.

Do you have an up-to-date 'bot me' spoiler -- complete with dice expressions? (Subtle, aren't I?)
-TBH im not sure what the question is asking.

Will you be willing to bot other characters if I ask you to do so?
-Sure!

Do you promise to let me know if you get super busy for a few days so we can bot you?
-Of Course

Are you comfortable with a 2 post a day pace?
-Yep!

What is your Discord ID so that we can set up a back channel for Discord notifications?
-Serzul #37196