Sev+'s page

My SFS number has an extraneous "1" at the beginning on the chronicle. (Number is "90900"). Otherwise, looks good.

Thanks for running! I look forward to sharing a table with each of you in the future!

"What you seek is beyond my capabilities." Sev flatly notes in response to Jasper. "However, allow me to analyze the structural integrity of this environ to determine whether there is some manner by which it can be made more stable."

Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31

"It seems that my processors have made an error in calculation." notes Sev upon seeing the dragon's reaction to his illusory spell. "Clearly, another tact is required."

The android reaches out and touches Lucius' weapon, allowing an arcane surge within the pistol's firepower.

Casting supercharge weapon on Lucius' pistol. If the weapon’s next attack hits (provided it is made before the end of the next round), the attack deals 4d6 additional damage against a single target. This bonus damage is of the same type as the weapon’s normal damage (so fire, I trust).

The android then seeks cover to end to damaged technoframe.

His circuits damaged and dermal layers brittled by the cold, Sev makes a dash for safety. The android then gestures as he glances at the felled dragon.

Instantly, the fallen wyrm rises to its feet, letting out a draconic roar.

Casting holographic image (3rd level)

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
The cold chills Sev to the carbodinium supports of his technoframe.

Sev considers the dragon's weaknesses, immunities, and resistances.

Sev moves into the room examining it and the dragon.
Casting detect magic, looking first towards the dragon.
Mysticism re dragon: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13

{{The ryphorians of which I spoke were in the employ of an organization known as Frozen Trove Labs, a Triaxian dragoncorp renowned for its breakthroughs in genetic engineering. The corporation’s CEO is said to be an old vicious white dragon named Aralydio.}} Sev replies telepathically. {{Frozen Trove had discretely set up an outpost on a icy planet, which was previously thought to be uninhabited. That was not the case. My fellow Starfinder agents and I discovered the presence of Icefront Station and revealed their operation.}}

"I was on a mission that resulted in the discovery of an 'Icefront STation'. I recall a number of ryphorians there, though none by the designation of 'Norys'." notes Sev. "It should be noted, however, that a full listing of the designations of those ryphorians was never obtained."

"After we had been informed of the impact that the station was having on the life-forms, the ryphorians we encountered sought to terminate us." Sev recalls.

"In that endeavor," notes the android flatly, "the ryphorians of Icefront Station did not succeed."

I played the scenario with this PC, but it was some time ago so I had to do some looking up for details.

Sev scans the attackers, then Dr. Kuang, and then the attackers again, his internal processors trying to assess the situation. After Viper speaks, Sev nods affirmatively and attempts to aid the mechanic with the repairs of the ship.

Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

"Indeed." responds Sev.

It is a response that the android considers both efficient and adequate.

"I believe that I may be of assistance." chimes Sev.
Computers (aid another): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27

"Nor the best." notes Sev, matter-of-factly as his circuits recall his own past dealings with the Drow house.

Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
Culture: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
Mysticism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Sev attempts to open the lock and analyze the writing and crash site. [V]"Curious."[/b] he notes, flatly. "This is not the side of a mountain, as initially assumed. This a monolith. Indeed, it is a ruin of the Dragon Legion, precursors to the modern Skyfire Legion."

Sev confirms the integrity of the environmental seals on his armor. He then surveys the area for the quickest, least hazardous route to the crash site.

Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Nevertheless, the cold chills his circuits.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Nonlethal cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Nonlethal cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Nonlethal cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Nonlethal cold damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

If multiple attempts are permitted...

Sev also pulls up access to the scanners and attempts to learn more of the fate of the crashed vessel.

Computers: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24

His mechanical digits zipping rapidly over the firing console to bring multiple weapons to bear.

Spending 1 RP to do a broadside with the Net, Cannon, and both lasers, in the order of how they are listed in the description (forward (net), forward (cannon), Port (gyro), Starboard (gyro))

Attack (Forward) heavy laser net, broadside, Lock on: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 - 2 + 2 = 15
Damage (heavy laser net): 5d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 2, 2, 5) + 1 = 12
Attack (Forward) plasma cannon, broadside, Lock on: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 2 + 2 = 25
Damage (plasma cannon): 5d12 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 3, 10) = 26
Attack (Port firing Forward) gyrolasern, broadside, Lock on, forward arc negative: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 - 2 + 2 - 2 = 14
Damage (gyrolaser): 1d8 ⇒ 3
Attack (Starboard firing Forward) gyrolasern, broadside, Lock on, forward arc negative: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 2 + 2 - 2 = 20
Damage (gyrolaser): 1d8 ⇒ 2

Sev nods to his fellow Starfinder, "As you suggest, Doctor."

Gunnery, w/computer w/Lock On: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 2 + 2 = 17
Damage (missile): 5d8 ⇒ (2, 8, 7, 6, 4) = 27

Gunnery, w/computer: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 = 24
Damage (missile): 5d8 ⇒ (7, 7, 6, 3, 8) = 31
"I believe the proper expression is: Missile away."

"Impressive flying." notes Sev. As he watches the missile approach, he responds with the heavy laser net.

Gunnery (heavy laser net): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

As the thunder of the impact shakes the hull, the android flatly concedes, "It appears that I made a miscalculation."

Sev fires the forward weapons, hoping to neutralize the enemy quickly.

Attack (Forward) heavy laser net, broadside: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 11 - 2 = 25
Damage (heavy laser net): 5d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 5, 1, 6, 3) + 1 = 19
Attack (Forward) plasma cannon, broadside: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 - 2 = 14
Damage (plasma cannon): 5d12 ⇒ (2, 9, 3, 12, 6) = 32
Attack (Turret) Tactical nuclear missile launcher, broadside: 1d20 + 11 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 11 - 2 - 1 = 10
Damage (missile): 5d8 ⇒ (5, 7, 6, 3, 1) = 22

Sev draws up a tactical display.

+11 Gunnery here.

"We will follow the data," Sev notes as he heads towards the party's vessel. "To the stars."

"Three drones. Certainly cause for concern." Sev relays to the others. "And undoubtedly not the sole avenue for attack."

Considering his own training, the android technomancer considers how he would go about planning an assassination. He then begins an examination of the buildings accordingly.

Mysticism to Check the Buildings: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Sev analyzes the visual data regarding the drone and it's likely cargo or attachment.
Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

If successful, is there any more security actions to take? If not, Sev will reluctantly approach one of the guests.

Sev joins Jasper on patrol the area.
Piloting: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

Before heading to the monitors to check on the guests.
Computers: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24

-2 total modifier on Sense Motive, so until other skills appear useful or aid another may be helpful, I figure that Sev should stick to security.

Series of rainstorms has flooded my basement. May be another day or two before I can get a post out.

Feel free to bot me if necessary.

"Greetings. I am 7019090072452414749257838637412586730286754309." notes Sev, assuming, given their penchant for titles and the lifespans of dragons, that Zafeldrin would, unlike many other sentients, prefer he use his full designation.

"The integrated soul of this unit is at least the thirteenth soul to inhabit this techno-frame, which is itself believed to predate the Gap. I am, predominantly, an explorer."

Physical Science: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34

"It is a most unusual communication," notes Sev, "but, I believe we have been given the coordinates of the lodge."

Looking around the android notes several viable means of transportation. "It would appear by the nature of the message, that the location of the lodge should, perhaps, remain a matter of discretion. However, I cannot ascertain whether, on this planet,travel by draconic mount would be like to be more conspicuous or less."

Sev cocks his head for a moment, then asks, "Any suggests as to a mode of travel?"

Slotted Boons:
Ally: Field Trainee
Faction: Luwazi Elsabo Champion Improved
Personal: Devolved (Simian)
Promotional: Reroll (+1 Nova)
Social: Instructor
Starship: Defender of the Fleet

Sev seems almost pleased to see Bugface and Viper 6. However, if the android is aware of the Venture-Captain's frustration, he fails to show it.

Conducting a thorough search of his internal data storage, the android considers whether he has any more pertinent information regarding Triaxus.

Culture: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

When a Starfinder unknown to him makes introductions and offers an alternative source of transport and defense, the android responds, "Greetings, 'Doctor or Kuong'. This, 'White Shard', to which you refer, would appear to be adequate transport. However, in my experience, I have found that Eoxian vessels, as they are constructed for the undead, provide few of the comforts and necessities required by most biological species. My technoframe is sufficient to endure most routine hazards of unprotected space travel, but you and Bugface may not be."

How are we willing with skill coverage? Are we a little down on the social skills? If so, I am thinking of bringing in a hireling.

I can also bring a Defender of the Fleet boon for another system.

Sev is a capable Science officer and gunner, decent engineer and pilot, and helpful with encouragement and orders (yay, 6th level starship) as captain--but still, quite socially awkward at it.

"Greetings, I am ..." begins a voice, having removed the hood of his black cloak to reveal a face of pale, bluish skin and glistening circuits. The android pauses for a moment, as if considering his words, then simply concludes, "Sev."

"What can you tell us of the histories of the Drakelands and the Allied Territories?" he inquires. "As for precautions against the cold, what measures do you suggest beyond the environmental seals of our armor?"

PC profile should now be up-to-date. I am leaving cross-country for business and also a convention next weekend and likely won't be able to post much.

I certainly don't mind a post-Memorial Day start time, but also I don't mind if folks want to get started earlier.

I have a couple of purchases to make, but otherwise ready to go.

I should note that I will be traveling next week and over Memorial Day weekend, so I expect my posting to be limited and sparse from 5/22 through 5/28ish.

GM Aerondor - Thanks for the promptly corrected chronicle and again for a great run. In particular, the paranoia and fear of the radiation and its effects was played up well and the bad guys came across as serious threats. I look forward to your future games.

@ GM Aerondor - Great run! Thanks for running! Sev is 7th level, so he should have out-of-tier gold.

@ All - A fun group. I look forward to sharing a table with each of you again soon (including a few of you very soon!)

"I believe that the yellow box with the needles that Viper recovered is the 'cure' referenced in the log entries." notes Sev. "We may be in need of it ourselves, soon--assuming that it is compatible with our own physiologies."

[b]"I suppose there is a certain logic to allowing the izalguun to administer this 'cure' to their own.[/ooc] Sev concedes.

Although there a still areas on the map, I don't recall any known entry ways that the PCs have not explored. Unless I am mistaken, then Sev is prepared to depart with the 'Tear' and the 'cure' and notify the izalguun of the 'survivors'.

"If there is the possibility that we can recover and restore one of the izalguun, we should so so." suggests an altered Sev. "As I, too, and possibly some of you appear to have been altered, we now share in the izalguun's plight. Logically, were the fortunes reversed, we would wish the izalguun to do the same for us."

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Engineering: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

Despite the hazards posed by the radiation, Sev is determined to obtain any possible data that may explain the source of the radiation, the apparent transformation of the izalguun, or how the tear arrived and remained undisturbed.

Seeing an opportunity to retrieve some additional armaments, Sev acts quickly to try and harvest components from the decomposing slime creature.
Life Science: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

I vote for staying and fixing the computer. Depending on what we find, Sev may then be convinced to stay longer and look for secret doors.

Sev flies closer to the creature and fires his pulsecaster pistol.
Ranged (pulsecaster pistol), supercharged: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Damage (NL, E): 1d4 + 3 + 4d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (4, 5, 3, 4) = 20

"I believe that this creature is a form of--to use a colloquial term--scavenger slime. An ooze-like predator that is substantially composed of materials and objects that it has retrieved from its environs and integrated within its own body. As the entity is capable of generating its own internal supply of energy, it is even capable of incorporating beam weapons and other forms of technology, such as the laser weapon that it is now employing." Sev pontificates. "Accordingly, the 'slime'--if you will--is almost certainly resistant to laser weapons as well as most physical attacks. Further, it has no discernable anatomy, no visual receptors, and no susceptibility to paralyzing, sleep-inducing, stunning, form-altering, or poisoning agents."

"This, however," opines the android as he draws his pulsecaster pistol, "should be sufficient--with some additional magical enhancement." Sev casts supercharge weapon upon his pistol.

»Please go ahead and gloat, Sev+! »

Sev begins to set his mouth actuators in motion, as if about to articulate a response. But, the android instead strangely remains silent as it continues its analysis.

Just realized that I inadvertently used a d10 instead of a d20 for the Life Science roll!

Life Science: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

@ Game Master S - Thank you so much for running AND holding a table for us!

I missed this when it was run locally, so I really do appreciate you being so accommodating.

Player Name: Lysle

PC Name: Sev

PFS#: 90900-701

Faction: Second Seekers (Luwazi)

Day Job: N/A

Perception and vision/senses: +0 (darkvision; low-light vision)

Initiative: +2

Slotted Boons: TBD

Life Science: 1d10 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19

"I have a theory as to what manner of lifeforms that we are presently encountering." Sev informs his teammates. "However, I have noted that many of my fellow agents prefer that I not articulate aloud the various steps of my analytical processes, but instead remain quiet until my calculations have been completed and internally verified. To that end, I have refrained--until now--from making audible statements regarding the accomplishment of the tasks of my programming. Yet, under the circumstances and in light of the fact that this is, for many of you, our initial mission together, whether I should maintain these social protocols or, instead, alter this subroutine to allow for more verbal pronouncements?"

"Perhaps, a better vantage will improve the results." notes Sev as he flies toward the threat and again attempts his spell, casting caustic conversion.

Ranged attack v EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Acid Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 3) = 8
If target is hit, it takes an additional 5 HP damage at the end of its turn for 3 rounds.

Sev waits until he can see the source of the movement. Upon a determination that the source is hostile, he casts caustic conversion on the nearest threat.

Ranged attack v EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Acid Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 3) = 9
If target is hit, it takes an additional 5 HP damage at the end of its turn for 3 rounds.

I, too, was hoping to play said scenario next, though I, too, am down said hole.

I'm anticipating something down there looking to kill us - that scenario is just all sorts of messed up :p

But, I am finding, also all sorts of fun!