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A wave of realization washes over Talc after Harrac delivers the final blow on the rock. "HA! Rock defeats Rock! HA!"

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Once they are dismissed, he says "You know, we're sure accumulating a lot of personal thanks from the highups. You'd think we could get a promotion and out of it or something."

"Alright, alright!" says with a bit of disdain in his voice, his frustration in missing starting to get to him. Locking in his nect shot he shouts "EAT THIS!"

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Got it." Talc responds to Rei, focusing and then firing a blast of plasma at the target.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

One more round would not be had from the Talcster. Talc tries to fire the rifle too quickly before it cools and it sputters and misfires. "Dammit, Rei!" he shouts, shifting the blame to someone else for his mistake.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Reflex DC15: 1d20 ⇒ 18

"Right, on it." Talc says, taking sight of the stone with his rifle and firing.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Study for weakness: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Talc studies the Menhir for a weakness, but determines it has none and says "Just shoot it!"

Talc nods in agreement "We should help it."

He turns to Rei, "Rei. Take it's hand."

Perception DC22: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Engineering DC22: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"Where would you guys be without me? Lucky for you, I like you lot."

"What Rock is trying to say, is they slowed their pace and stopped at the altar. More importantly though, [b]"Everyone keep their voice down and do not move. That rock right there, it's likely to collapse the room and cause a cave-in if anyone is too loud or moves too quickly."

"Hang in there!" Talc shouts before he shoots his plasma rifle again.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"What the hell is going on here? Focus, all of you!" Talc blurts out as he pulls the trigger prematurely, missing.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Try to not let it hit you so much!" the soldier says to his buddy.

Talc takes a moment longer to aim and is rewarded with a much better placed shot.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Talc tries to time his shot so he does hit Harrac, but in doing so he waits too long and misses his window and the burst of plasma flies behind the rock monster instead of through it.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Welp. That's not good! We have rock monsters! Show them what's up, Rock!" he shouts, shooting some plasma at a creature.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Talc's proudly wears the biggest shit-eating grin of all time. "Damn right we're the best! I was wondering why we'd been on desk duty these last few months, ha! It's cuz you pulled these strings to set us up on the most important mission of all time."

Nodding along with his words as he talks, he starts to rub his hands together as he cooks up his next question. "So. What type of ship can we requisition for this trip, sir? The most important missions should probably get the best in the fleet, eh? I think a huge cruiser will probably be alright."

Before leaving, Talc asks for another round of that deliciously spicy food they had on arrival. A celebration meal, if you will! Rei and Karen were particularly fond of it, if he remembered correctly, and they just can't leave again without sharing another helping!

"Okay. Right then. Are we killing these things? Let's get to it, I guess?" Talc says.

"Harrac. Can you go BOOM on them?" he asks. "Or I can fire some grenades in there."

Talc says "We should clear this place out before we finish up here."

Talc pats Harrac on the back and congratulates him, "Well done, pal. I bet Harrac Squad is going to be sharing that one all over the system!"

Turning back to Teshgari, Talc throws his arms wide and declares "This is the Starfinder's best right here! I love it when a plan comes together!"

Is it fully explored?

"Harrac!" the pilot screamed, seeing Harrac getting shredded before him. Dashing back into the room after the explosion and takes aim at the big guy with his plasma rifle and fires.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Talc knows what "get out of the way" means when Harrac says it. "Boom time!" he says, turning tail and getting the f!@+ out of the room. Once in position outside, he drops his pistols and pulls out his rifle just in case Plan B doesn't work.

Oh, I like that. You should be more inspirational, Skrivz!

"Thanks!" The soldier says once freed, turnng to face the furry giant. Looking up from a crouched position, he does his best Keanu Reeves impression "Whoa."

The pain from the bites snap him back to reality and he growls at the pests. He fires his pistol twice in annoyance, but the little pains in the ass move too quickly and he misses.

Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"HOW DO I STAND BACK WHEN I AM BEING HELD, KARYN!?" Talc shouts at the biohacker while he struggles with the stridermander. He pulls out his pistol and tries to shove it into the gut of the one holding onto him, pulling the trigger.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 Supercharged: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 5, 6) = 20

Talc takes another grenade and adds it to his collection. "See. If I had used one earlier in the launcher, I would have gotten a replacement here."

He continues to follow Harrac south.

"Good man. Er, Vesk. I mean, dead Vesk. Nevermind."

Pointing south, Talc says "Lead on, living vesk!"

Talc looks between the dead-ish Vesk and Brigadier Teshgari. "Hang on a sec, BT. What if there was a way to give this man an honorable death? He has literally been waiting here TWO HUNDRED YEARS to die honorably. I do not think he is a coward, in fact, I think he's a hero. Let him accompany us on our expedition here and I bet he can find a way to prove himself to you."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 18

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh." Talc stammers when prompted for the password.

"Password is uhm, Password? No, I mean - nufriend?"

"I got this, I got this. Watch this." Talc says, setting out to repair it. After a brief moment of rerouting some wires and making changes he says.

"Annnnnnnnnnnnd ..."

Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Scratching his chin, he is perplexed. "Hmmm. That's odd. It's not turning on."

The tune is catchy, and Talc begins to sing the hook over and over as they walk onward. "These are my friends, these are my friends
I love them, I love them. These are my friends, these are my friends, I love them, I love them."

Talc leads the way back west and then down the southern corridor.

Talc chuckles and says "Baby, when you charge me up it's always an above average performance!"

"WHOOOOO!!!!!!!" he shouts excitedly, pumping another blast of plasma out of his rifle.

Before he can pull the trigger however, the tendrils get him and he screams in pain. "You sonufoa-" he growls, pulling the trigger as the plasma rifle becomes ready to fire again.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"That is one ugly skittermander!" Talc lines up his sights and says "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" and blasts the ugly skittermander.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"This place is in need of serious interior decoration." Talc remarks at the corpses.

Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Hey-hey! Check this puppy out, Rock? Ever seen one of these things before?" the soldier says, blowing hte dust off the entertainment unit.

Nodding to the sounds ahead, Talc readies his rifle. "Let's ROCK!" he says, punching Harrac in the shoulder to pump him up.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

While Karyn is busy getting her bottled water, Talc crouches by the ground and runs his fingers over a substance. "Hey. Blood over here. Looks like it continues down the east hall."

Standing up again, he points in that direction. "Lead the way, Rock. Be on your guard."

Hang in there, Rock!" Talc shots, flipping out his plasma rifle and taking aim at less-red colored creature before firing.

Series-21 plasma rifle, guided vs EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 E&F Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"I'm on it." Talc says, retrieve a grenade launcher from his gaer. "Think this puppy will do the trick?" he says with a huge grin. "Just tell me what needs to go boom, Skrivz."

Talc keeps his rifle out and readied, regardless of how "cute" Karyn things they might be. "If by cute, you mean, would look good as a pair of gloves, then sure, yeah, cute."

Tshirt reroll - Survival: Orient: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

"North. Definitely north." he says confidently.

Survival: Orient: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

"I have no clue. Maybe... That way?" Talc offers, pointing west, then east.

Talc looks around before he answers and leans in to whisper, covering it with his hand "Are we still lying? If so..." he straightens back up and lowers his hand.

"YEP. Yep. I shoot these things every Firesday. No worries." he says reassuringly, nodding his head.

Talc is sporting his new ysoki refractor suit with built in jump jets. Still, he nods "Right. I'll pick up the climbing gear for everyone."

Talc asks "So since we have some time, should we get any gear to be prepared for this safari thing? What would we need? anyone know? Karyn, you're not dumb. What do you think?"

Profession Bounty Hunter: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Talc laces his fingers and puts his hands behind his head, leaning back.
He boasts "When I'm not running missions for the Starfinders, I'm a professional bounty hunter. You've probably heard of me, The Talcster? Yeah, anyway, you want to catch something? I'm you're guy."

Talc nods and says to no one in particular "Right."

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

When the meat arrives, Talc eagerly scoops it up and digs in. Thought it's noticeably spicy, the soldier tolerates it just fine and manages to devour his without any visible signs of discomfort. He does worry about a trip to the bathroom later though...

"This is delicious!" he remarks to their host.

Talc turns to face Skrivixx, his jaw hanging open in disbelief. "Disenfranchised, waywhatard..." he mutters to himself?

Talc smiles when the skittermander skittermanders before them. "I like pies too. Do you get apples here? What type of fruits do you have? Apples are the best. I recommend you try some apples if you don't. I have a couple back on the ship if you don't have any here. I always say, travel with apples. There is no other singular more important food group than apples, did you know that?" Talc says, completing his dissertation on apples.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1 Perfect.

Talc salutes the vesk when it is his turn to talk. "Team Leader Talc Bronx here. The only home I've ever known is Absalom Station, Briadier. My accomplishments are as wide as Karyn's bottom here." the soldier says, motion to Karyn's rear end. "Most notably though, I can drive, fly or otherwise manipulate any vehicle or machine to doing whatever I want. Like Rei here." he says, turning to motion to the android.

Talc frowns at Karyn's statement about being hunted before quickly moving on.

"Yeah, yeah. We've got wits to spare. Don't you worry about us, boss!"

Standing up he, Talc claps his hands before rubbing them together and declaring loudly "Alright, let's get going then. We've got a date with a Brigadier!"

Talc is not put off in the least by Rei's rejection today. He'll try again tomorrow. "No worries, you know what they say. Plenty of other babes in the sea. Right, Harrac?" he says, leaning over to punch Harrac in the shoulder.

Folding his hands behind his head, he leans back on his chair and whispers to Harrac "Man. I can't imagine what a dose of Super-V would do for the Talcster! I bet I could really befriend Teshgari!"

Talc snaps his fingers as he tries to remember something "Skittermanders.. Weird. We served on a mission last year. What was its name? Friend something or another? Always keeping me friend this or friend that. That was with that a+*~@!+ Vesk, Morsel."

Looking over at Rei, Talc raises his eyebrows and says "Hey Rei. Wanna get hitched before we take off so we can spend some QT together over on Oeddertchonk?"

"You selected us for this mission for our comptetence, trustworthiness and value? Man... Thanks Venture Captain, no one has ever said those things about us before!"

"Dinner and a safari? This sounds more like a vacation then a mission, should be a piece of cake!"

Talc snatches up the mic and pushes Karyn aside. In the limelight, busts out a rap.

"Yeah, yeah
Ayo, My fans, it's time!
It's time, My fans (aight, My fans, begin).

Thinking of piloting. Yaz, thinking of piloting (piloting). I'm in an Absalmon, absalom state of mind."

Talc drops the mic and enacts a hip pose.