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Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() Hefting his armored gauntlet, Thrien moves into combat against the conscious solar elemental. He draws back and punches it as hard as he can. Cestus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Fort (DC 11): 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 4 = 20 ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() Thrien stays back and watches for the most part, though he steps up beside "the Butcher" to support his ally. "Yes, absolutely," he says. "The Butcher is one of the best cooks I have ever met." His clicking mandibles pronounce words very well, but it is still pretty weird. "You would be well-served to allow him to cook for you." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() Thrien points his artillery laser at the monster squints his eyes, and lets loose a barrage of heavy laser blasts at it. Artillery Laser (Combat Tracking) ; vs. EAC: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 + 1 = 22
The blasts spray over the creature igniting its hide. ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() Thrien pulls out his artillery laser, an underarm-slung weapon fired from the hip, and carried from a pair of clamps on top, and he activates his AI's combat tracking system, targeting the strange lizard-y creature. A HUD pops up around his vision. A white outline traces around the creature and yellow glowy spots pop up, highlighting its probable weak points. ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() As Blitz introduces them, Thrien tries to do a bunch of sick backflips and displays of martial prowess by doing little punches in the air, or little displays with his huge gun. Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() Thrien stays quiet as well, but watches everything around him with curiosity. He wondered what it was about this boss of theirs that scared these men so. Was it a monster or something? Or were they simply afraid of having their paychecks docked? ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() I think we should have: Joven as Captain
The reason for this is that, despite Kiv being our best pilot, we have nobody other than myself and Kiv who have Computers, and similarly nobody other than us that have Engineering as well... So if we want a science officer, one of the two of us has to do it. ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() Thrien works for both himself and for Charz, the vesk chef. The man's manner was intimidating enough. Fake papers should be enough to pass him off as a simple gladiator. Computers (self): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
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Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() I believe our lashunta operative is an Ace Pilot. Thrien can play ship engineer. I believe we should go for the Drake, as it seems to be the more combat-capable ship. However, I'm not actually familiar with the stats of either ship. ![]()
Male Shirren Mechanic 1 | sp 7/7, hp 12/12, resolve 3/3 | KAC 15, EAC 12, CMD 23 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +1, Perc +5, blindsense 30ft.
![]() For his first official mission as a Starfinder, it wasn't what he was expecting. Thrien had been expecting to be journeying to far-off worlds, uncovering unknown alien species, and firing his laser gun at massive space worms or something. Still, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to get a little bit of experience doing something which he wouldn't typically get the opportunity to do back in his home fleet, and the opportunity to get to know a few of the other members of the Starfinder Society who he would be serving alongside. "This mission seems rather complex," he speaks up first. Thrien's syntax is very proper to try and overcome the fact that the words came out of mandibles rather than a mouth. "I for one have little experience with... diplomacy. What precisely are Mr. Tamm's proclivities, and what is it about them that makes him suggestible?" As he speaks, he adjusts the heavy load of his equipment - his overlarge armor and weapon. |