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"I'll be ready and waiting!"

No day job here.

"Let's go, missiles!"

pew!: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 2 = 17
kaboom!: 5d8 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 3, 7) = 16

The missile from last round tries to stay locked on.

Tracking: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 2 = 22
Kablooie!: 5d8 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 6, 7) = 21

Skiratrisk celebrates, and then sends a second one after it.

Tracking: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 2 = 7

Boooo. 3/5 missiles remaining.

"What do you say, Gorf? I'll take the nukes and you take the lasers?"

pew! vs TL: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 2 = 13

The nuke has a speed of 10, so it will have to keep going next turn.

Oh, no, that's fine; they're all jerks!

If we use Jupitus's proposed configuration from earlier (Captain Zinn, Pilot Jupitus, Gunners Gorf and Skiratrisk), then Ongie slots in nicely as Science/Engineering! Maybe we have Ongie starts as Science Officer and do a scan, then switch to Engineering?

They first appeared in 5-13 Finding the Forgotten! I haven't played all the adventures between that one and this one, so I'm not sure if they show up elsewhere.

Ha ha, it's so weird to fight NPCs that we created for a different adventure.

Skiratrisk slings her rifle back over her shoulder, looking a little guiltily at Jupitus.

"Hey, we just want to make sure that you're safe, Ongie! Talking is not required."

Skiratrisk moves for a clearer shot. She feels a little guilty for using the hunting rifle over the pulsecaster with Hylaxian clergy present, but it is so much more accurate at this range...

hunting rifle: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
piercing: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Skiratrisk draws her hunting rifle and aims at the same target as Gorf. "You'll have to go through us to get to her."

hunting rifle vs KAC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
piercing: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"We're here to help you!"

"We're looking for signs of her passage--tracks, little bits of fur or armor, disturbed snow."

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17, before aiding

Skiratrisk tries to think of anything helpful.

Culture to aid: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

I'm not sure if I can aid untrained, but figured I'd at least roll!

"I've found harder!" Skiratrisk says cheerfully.

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 before aiding

"Does she often blow her room up?" Skiratrisk checks the room for any tracks from the missing Ongie.

Survival if allowed: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

"We'll come quickly, then!"

"Hylaxian here too! And a Starfinder! We're just here to talk and see if we can help you!"

Diplomacy to aid: 1d20 ⇒ 13

"Someone must have been having a sale on hallways!"

Skiratrisk presses on, certain that there must be an actual room somewhere.

Do we see some doors now? If so, Skiratrisk will try to go through the one her token is at.

Skiratrisk grabs something long and thin from the crate of constructions supplies, and gently scrapes it along the wall as she goes, looking for it to suddenly sink into the wall.

"Nice find! What do you suppose all this stuff is for, anyway?"

"Good thinking! Do you suppose we'll need a laser drill for anything?"

"Oh, metal like this can act a little strange in the cold. Maybe try over there?"

Engineering to aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Skiratrisk points in the wrong direction.

Skiratrisk keeps up her cheerful demeanor despite finding nothing. "It's tricky with this snow! A fresh blanket wipes out all the tracks."

”I do love the wilderness!” Skiratrisk exclaims as she gets to tracking.

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Skiratrisk can be pilot with +10, engineer with +7, or gunner with +7.

"Nice to see you again, Gorf! That was a wild time at the concert, huh? Jupitus, it will be nice to go on a mission with you. Hylax will surely support us in making friends with Ongie! Zynn, it's very nice to meet you."

A cheerful shirren answers the call. Skiratrisk waves at Jupitus, recognizing him from Hylaxian services. The lush greenery behind her head seems to indicate that she's on Castrovel, and indeed, a renkroda suddenly darts behind her.

"Ice world, huh? We better pack for the cold."

I am playing Skiratrisk, my shirren survivalist soldier!

Thank you; this was a lot of fun!

Skiratrisk looks sad, still.

"I just don't understand...why did she do it?"

Skiratrisk tries to help a friend sneak around.

Stealth to aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Acrobatics to aid: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

"Alpha! There's a path to your left, around the old fridge!"

"This is just like tracking an animal through the wilderness!"

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Skiratrisk takes a guarded step away, then fires her rifle at Blue, despite her shakiness.

pulsecaster: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 2 = 13
nonlethal electricity: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Skiratrisk draws her pulsecaster rifle and points at Red. "We'd really rather not do this!"

pulsecaster: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
nonlethal electricity: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Skiratrisk probably shouldn't lead here, though she can aid engineering.

This really is a Starfinder, and this really is very serious! Please give me any information you can on who bought those muffins!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Skiratrisk calls the bakery to see if they'll tell her anything about who bought the muffins.

Skiratrisk telepathically nudges her friends. She doesn't seem that concerned that she was involved in poisoning someone, does she?

Real life is hitting pretty hard this week. I will still try to post once a day, but please don't hesitate to bot me if needed.

Skiratrisk gets on the web to confirm that Cocoa Planet is a real bakery.

Do I need a check for that?

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

PErception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Skiratrisk also reaches out telepathically.

"How can we help you?"

Is she okay?

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Skiratrisk joins Alpha in doing cool flips and stunts!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Skiratrisk sits comfortably on the catwalk looking out for trouble, looking much like she's hiding in a tree.

Engineering: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Plus, it's fun to climb around up there!"

Seconding the catwalks

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Hmm. Sometimes I set up a bunch of cans if I want to be alerted that a wild animal is approaching a camp site? They sure make a loud noise falling down!"

Sounds like a plan!

"Finally, something I can help with!"

Skiratrisk hops up to the lighting to help get it into place.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27