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No Day Job for me.

Thanks for a great game everyone, and thanks to GM Darren - an excellently run game, you should be proud!

Titus-33 is satisfied with Ratrod's placing, considering the poor condition of the ysoki's vehicle. He shakes Ratrod's paw, copying a gesture he'd seen used by others to congratulate. "A satisfactory outcome," he says to the group.

Still at the back and still fuming about his situation, Orsis again unleashes everything he has at Laboni.

Kinetic weapon attack vs Laboni: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (7) - 3 = 4

Energy weapon attack vs Laboni: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (14) - 3 = 11

His frustration has clearly got the better of him and his shots go very wide, sparking off the barrier at the edge of the track.

He refocuses and tries to boost his way into the race.

Piloting: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Finally finding his groove Orsis nails the perfect line across a corner and makes ground on the other racers.

Map updated, sending Orsis 500ft to 1775ft and into 4th place.

Abandoned at the back of the pack and desperate not to finish last, Orsis concentrates his fire on Laboni.

Kinetic weapon attack vs Laboni: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (15) - 3 = 12

Energy weapon attack vs Laboni: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (17) - 3 = 14

His laser gouges out a section of thrust director. -4 to Laboni's next Piloting check.

He then hammers the accelerator, trying to take advantage of his hit.

Piloting: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Again his skills fail him and Orsis makes little ground.

Orsis decides that the best way to win is to be the only racer left intact. He opens fire with his frag cannon at Nyizin then fires his laser at Lemgem, hoping to make headway past the other two stragglers.

Kinetic weapon attack vs Nyizin: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -1

Energy weapon attack vs Lemgem: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (12) - 3 = 9

Both his shots go wide so he concentrates on winning the race the old fashioned way.

Piloting: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Frustration is clearly limiting his skills and Orsis continues to limp along.

Erratic driving: 1d4 ⇒ 4 gives a +10ft bonus to speed.

Lemgem launches off the start line and returns fire at Velocity, unwilling to take it lying down.

Ranged attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Piloting: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 4 = 15

Her rounds spark off Velocity's rear, snapping parts off her control surfaces.

I'm unclear on the distinction between base speed and full speed.
I think that Piloting check means she moves 30ft (50ft base + 10ft bonus /2 = 30ft. Is that right GM?

...with it's fuel-injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah....

Nice!

As the others bolt on new components Titus-33 gets to fine-tuning the control systems. The architecture is relatively crude but with a few adjustments it could be improved.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

His first attempt temporarily makes things worse as he shorts out a whole section of control circuitry.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Replacing the fused parts with spares from his kit, he overclocks the control surface response pathways to act more quickly to pilot input.
+1 Piloting

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

The interface between Reyn's new laser and the racer's hardware is basic but effective, and it takes Titus-33 longer than he would like to follow the connections and maximise their efficiency by decreasing the refractory period between weapon activation and weapon firing.
+1 to attack with the laser.

Titus-33 stands awkwardly in the bar as he sees patrons drinking, eating, and dancing around him. Uncomfortable with his surroundings he focuses on the task at hand. "I believe that I am most suited to modifying and tuning Laboni's vehicle," he says, the tone of his voice making it clear what he think's about the 'vehicle' in question. "I would be able to direct my efforts more appropriately if we had more intelligence about the vehicles of our competitors, however."

"I am able to provide technical and engineering skills to this endeavour," Titus-33 states, not having fully understood the point of the tadpole analogy.

The crushing level of artificial gravity is uncomfortable to Titus-33 but doesn't affect his core systems significantly. He strides slowly across the room, his muscles straining against the force trying to push him into the floor, and reaches the computer terminal. He sets about resetting the graviton projection systems.

Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Titus-33 steps up to the door and reviews the relatively crude 'trap' installed by the children. "I will attempt to disable this device," he states, pulling out a toolkit from his belt.

Engineering, fatigue: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 1 = 27

Titus-33 is readying to reroute the power on E deck when Kiylee gets things sorted. "Very efficient," he remarks.

The presence of the children surprises Titus-33. With little confidence in his ability to calm or reassure them he stands back with Kiylee and lets the others try to coax the small people out of the room.

Just a quick heads up that I'm off to a beer festival for the weekend tomorrow, then on holiday with my family next week.

I'll try and keep up with all of my games but posting may be a little erratic so please bot me if required to keep things moving.

Titus-33 appreciates Fitch's no-nonsense, straightforward briefing. He downloads the ship's schematics and the computer access codes to his exocortex.

"I will review the data now," Titus-33 replies to Kiylee as they make their way to E deck. He reviews the blueprints via his AR display, checking for obvious weaknesses in the power distribution network that might explain the issues.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"I am trained in the use of those grenades," Titus-33 states. "I will carry them, unless one of you wishes to carry one?"

"Obtaining the music was more arduous than defeating this creature," Titus-33 states matter-of-factly.

I suspect it does have an Intelligence score. This is my first time with SF, but in PF all normal animals have Int 1 or 2. Only mindless creatures like vermin and mindless undead have no Int score. The stats in the scenario will be the place to look.

Settling quickly into a stable firing position Titus-33 locks his exocortex's targeting systems onto the feather stalker's considerable infrared signature. He gently squeezes his rifle's trigger, producing a thin high energy laser beam.

Move Action to use Combat Tracking targeting the feather stalker, Standard Action to shoot it.

Laser rifle shot vs EAC, fatigued, Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 3 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 - 1 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

The screech of the feather stalker echoes around the room as Titus-33 tries to pull himself on top of the nearest crate to get a better shot.

Athletics, fatigued: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 1 = 8

Unable to get a good grip as the crate rocks slightly beneath him, he tries again.

Athletics, fatigued: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 1 = 21

This time he hauls himself onto the crate with ease, pulling his rifle to his shoulder as he rises into a firing stance.

Two Move Actions to attempt the two Athletics checks.

Titus-33 continues to tread carefully and quietly through the crates, coming to a stop near the edge of the hole in the floor. He realigns his visual systems to try to penetrate the darkness of the pit.

Stealth, fatigued: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 1 = 20

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Titus-33 readies his laser rifle, the whine of charging capacitors barely audible. He pulls the stock into his shoulder and moves forward between the cylindrical containers and the crates. He moves carefully, using his exocortex multi-spectral visual systems to pierce the darkness, looking for evidence of the creature as he walks as quietly as he can.

Single stealthy move between the crates. As an androind I have darkvision and low-light vision.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"I did not realise that music of this sort was so popular," Titus-33 muses on seeing that all of his colleagues had purchased a copy of the album. "I will purchase a copy for myself and review the music at a later date." He hands over his cred stick for the deduction before making his exit, feeling substantially worse for wear.

A brief period of rest and an intake of nutripaste perk Titus-33 up slightly and he makes his way to the warehouse with the others.

I'll take 10 minutes and spend an RP to get my SP back.

"We should reconnoitre the area before we do anything else," he suggests.

Joining the queue with the others, Titus-33 entertains himself by reviewing the newswire then beginning a level 4 diagnostic of his exocortex's core processors. He stands stock still and completely silently, moving only when the queue does.

Fort save vs DC 12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

The diagnostic uses up more energy than expected, and combined with the long tedious wait Titus-33 feels drained. He notices a brewing brawl as some Shirren try to jump the queue. He is considering the reasons that the Shirrens might have for breaking the rules when he gets caught up in the agitation and buffeted around.

Reflex save vs DC 12, fatigued: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 1 = 5

Caught in the middle of the trouble, Titus-33 is unable to defend himself from the hordes of screaming fans.

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"I do not know anything of this creature," Titus-33 replies, missing Kiylee's joke entirely.

"Where can we obtain the music from? Is there a specific retail outlet we need to visit?" he asks, unfamiliar with the artist in question.

"Sandwiches" like the kind they have in How I Met Your Mother?

Titus-33 finds the telepathic communication from Zigvigix pleasingly efficient. The objectives are clear, though he still has questions. "What information do you have on this vicious alien?" he asks, already scanning through newswire reports on his AR display for reports of attacks in Downlow.

"You are right - humans are distressingly imprecise about many things," Titus-33 agrees. "Desiring a platonic relationship based on shared intellectual concerns makes more sense. I will attempt to contact her in future to discuss our thoughts."

Titus-33 is not at all clear about what Kiylee is insinuating. "Do you think she wishes to engage in some kind of romantic liaison?" he asks. "She must know that androids do not replicate through exchange of genetic material?"

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"I am proficient with rifles of this type, yes. I will carry it if no-one else wishes to. It may prove useful should environmental conditions prohibit the use of lasers." Titus-33 picks up the zero rifle, checks that it's safety is engaged, and cinches it tight across his back with it's sling.

Titus-33 deactivates his rifle and let's it hang at his side on his sling. He doesn't fully understand Ceren's wink, but is glad that she's OK. "Your new identity is robust," he says, trying to be reassuring.

Satisfied that Historia-7 is pleased with their work, Titus-33 examines the rifle. "Super-cooled focused beam rifle. Well made. Some signs of external wear. Who will wield it?" he asks the group.

Titus-33 raises his rifle to his shoulder and instructs his exocortex to form a datalink with the scope mounted on the rifle's upper rail. With the scope's data feeding directly through his exocortex's powerful processors Titus-33's aim is substantially improved. He focuses his sight picture on the nearest guard and squeezes the trigger.

Move Action to use Combat Tracking targeting green, Standard Action to shoot green.

Laser rifle, Combat Tracking, vs EAC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 = 20
Fire damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Titus-33's shot is not as damaging as he had hoped but the return fire is more so than he would like. One shot goes wide but a second stuns him briefly as discordant energy pulses through his systems.

Sorry about the lack of posting, dodgy internet at the resort and then travelling back from Mexico.

Titus-33 listens to the old woman's tale with astonishment. He had not considered that a human of such advanced age could be capable of the advanced computing required of the data breach they were investigating. He considers the others' ideas, before adding his own suggestions. "We can do similar for Jubair - we should make it so that he is untraceable also, otherwise BlueRise will come to question him too."

Titus-33's hands begin to move over an invisible keyboard, his in-built exocortex and haptic implants providing him with all the tools he requires to hack entirely in AR without the need for physical devices or peripherals. He begins to access the local datanode to generate a death report for the young man, alongside an appropriately dated cremation form.

Computers: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"A sudden change in grip strength suggests that this human is apprehensive of us," Titus-33 says by way of commentary. He addresses the man. "Why are you apprehensive? Are you afraid?"

Thanks team, no pressure then!

Titus-33 knows of Historia-7 and thinks highly of her methods and her approach to the collation and utilisation of sensitive data.

"What data was stolen, and from whom? What information have you obtained on the hacker?" he asks bluntly.

Me! This is also my first time playing any sort of Starfinder.

Titus listens to Guidance carefully, absorbing the information. He places his hand as instructed to receive the implant before depositing his swab in the appropriate container.

"Physical data storage is an increasingly redundant concept," he states in response to Dyukela, "though junk racing does have some appeal." He ponders Kiylee's statement for a second. "It would seem unusual for large creatures to be running loose in the station."

My preference would be Dataphiles first.

Hi folks. Just boarding a long haul flight. Will update later tonight - welcome to the game!

So am I, Mexico here I come.

Next to arrive is an android. Other than his pale skin, it is clear that this android has made no attempt to appear less machine-like. Conduits gently pulse beneath his hairless skin, his eyes are an unnaturally piercing shade of blue, and his face is an expressionless mask.

”I am Titus-33,” he says by way of introduction. ”My functions include engineering, advanced computer operations, and precision ranged combat.”

On a scale of human to machine, he’s clearly very far towards the machine end.

Just a heads up that I'm off on holiday at the beginning of next week. I'll normally be posting from GMT, but the wife and I are flying to Mexico on Monday so it may set some of my posting back a little. We're only there for just over a week so things will return to normal after that.

Hi!

I'm playing Titus-33, an android mechanic who's much more in tune with machines than 'biologicals', as he calls them.

Mechanics-wise (pun very much intended) he's an exocortex mechanic with all the standard mechanic skills, a laser rifle (as he prefers the precision and reliability of lasers over other weapons), and doesn't mind zero-G. I'm still working on his background, but he's much more construct than biological in his outlook and personality.

Posting-wise I'm in GMT. I tend to post from work during the week, making it easy to post multiple times per day. It's less easy at the weekend with a two year old to corral, but I try to get at least one post up over the weekend, more if we're in combat so as not to slow people down.

This will be my first time playing Starfinder, though I play a lot of Pathfinder - much of that by PbP. Looking forward to a change of pace and style from fantasy.