Seeing one of the guards reel from the explosion, Vilmeros takes aim and shpots at them with their arc pistol, hoping to drop them, without causing permanent injury. Moving to get a clear shot, the Vesk fires.
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Snorting and moving off back to the groups stash of weapons, Vilmeros listens to the various updates from their colleagues in the bar as they keep an eye on the bouncers. As they aren't getting in anyway, the Vesk replaces the stun pistol on their right thigh nd slings the cannon over their shoulder.
"What did they do now?!" he exclaims, ready to draw his pistol to take out the guards if needed.
Bristling at the insult, Vilmeros flashes his fangs as the security laugh at him, but holds from knocking their head from their shoulders. With some effort, the Vesk snorts at the poor level of humour between the muscle-heads and lets out a soft laugh. "I'm old enough to drink the two of you under the table, and still have the energy to tumble with your sister" he says deadpan.
From their vantage point up the street, Vilmeros had been keeping an eye on the group and the bar, in case anything should turn ugly. Seeing the crazy medic remove their outer clothing and firearms, the Vesk sighs and rolls their yellow eyes. Detaching the Reaction cannon from their back and removing the pistols from his holsters, he passes them on to the group for safe keeping. "Can't have the crazy Shirren getting themselves into trouble, seeing as the place is disreputable." They explain, "they are too naive for this station I fear." Flexing, the muscular Vesk saunters to the line to join Psyche inside the club, in order to provide protection.
Vilmeros looks at the club with a frown, it seemed like a thoroughly disreputable establishment, but it would seem like they had few other options if they were to get to the bottom of Chiskisk's task and find the killer of Kreel. Shrugging, the Vesk clenches a fist in answer to Psyche's question. "I'll not get any of my guns inside, but these are good enough for a couple of thugs." he growls softly, "Though If you want to attack from the front, that I can also do."
Following the other into the grocery store, Vilmeros stands at the back of the quaint store, seemingly out of place in such a slum district of the spire. Keeping an eye on the street outside, the Vesk ensures that people aren't paying too much attention to their group, at least not more than can be expected of a group of strangers in their neighbourhood. The Healer seems comfortable in this setting, it seems prudent to let them lead for now they think, drumming a clawed hand on their thighplate.
I’ve been getting Goblins all weekend. Will catch up and post this evening ^^
Keeping quiet with the law enforcement, unsure how it all exactly works here in the pact worlds, Vilmeros follows the rest of the group from the Okimoro to the Starfinder headquarters. Showing the letter of introduction to the agent behind the desk, the Vesk sits through the meeting with Chiskisk in measured silence. "I am glad that the society will not let such a dishonour stand. I will be happy to resolve this." The warrior tells the Shirren Captain, before setting off. Having found a room within the Moons, Vilmeros travels with the strange medic android in order to find out what they can.
Hi, Site only started working for me last night, so going to play catch up now
Getting up from cover, Vilmeros holsters their gun before making their way to the closest gang member in violet. Kneeling, the Vesk looks for clues of allegiance, whilst also taking their laser pistol and plaing it in their pack. "No sense this going to waste." the Vesk remarks if anyone looks at them. If there are any clues to be found, Vilmeros will move to the others examining his dead contact and show it. "Anyone know of their allegiance? I have little knowledge of Absalom station." he asks of the cold Android.
Jax: You use your strength bonus to hit with grenades, but your Dex bonus goes into calculating the saving throw DC
Snarling as the laser beam scorches the paint on their 'new' armour, VIlmeros grins in relief as one of the gangers falls, also glad the death could not be pinned on him. Looking around, he sees several of the others from the Okimoro involved in the fight and smiles. "A pleasure to be fighting by your side The Vesk looks down at the android medic before raising their gun and firing two quick shots at the closest thug.
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As the laser bolts fly, striking the baggage cars and nealy hurting innocents, Vilmeros spurs into action, dashing towards the nearest piece of cover and drawing their Pulsecaster mark pistol as they move. Looking for the closest Violet clad gang member the Vesk ensures their gun is set to Stun and lets off a shot, aiming to incapacitate their target. "Filthy curs! You should be put down like dogs!" he barks out in challenge. for If my target is in cover: Sniper’s Aim: (Ex) When you make a ranged attack against a target with cover, reduce the AC bonus from cover by 2. You can’t use sniper’s aim against an enemy with total cover.
Distracted by the ungodly retches of the pale human, Vilmeros is about to ask the Medic ‘droid to check on them, to ensure they don’t cough up a lung, when their attention is drawn to the sound of a flurry of laser bolts. Cursing themselves for becomming distracted, Vilmeros looks to see their presumed contact fall dead.
”Damnit! Can they not keep law here!” he growls.
As the friendly robotic announcement declares their imminent arrival, Vilmeros gets to their feet and sorts through their meagre belongings, hardly needing to place anything in the hold. As they stand, a holster can be noted on their thigh, with a caster series pistol firmly secured within. Making sure their Reaction cannon is secured to their pack, the Vesk looks around at the other passengers snd affixes their helmet to their belt. Noting the pale skinned human, they make a mental note to let them off first. Sure enough, the sickly person rushes to get off the flight and Vilmeros lets them, taking their time leaving and soakig in their first views of Absalom Station. It seemed disorganised and messy, rverything the Vesk had feared and they sighrd softly. Turning to the talkative android they mutter. ”With the chaors here there are bound to be accidents soon. Your services might be needed.”
I can post daily, though i’m in the UK so expect a difference in times ;p. My group does Starfinder every 2nd Sunday (which will be tomorrow) i have Larp weekends which may prevent posts on Saturdays but can get one Sundays. I will post up with a few days notice before then. Bot instructions are in my profile for combat if needed to speed things along ^^.
Sitting stiffly in one of the front row seats of the transport shuttle the Okimoro is a broad shouldered Vesk in green armour, staring down at a helm in their hands occasionally turning it. The helm had clearly seen use before, judging by the different shades of green painted down it’s surface, probably a repaint following a battle. The Vesk was lost in thought, a little uncomfortable to be heading to a Station they knew nothing about and to join a Society they had only heard of in rumour. ”I hope they are honourable” they mutter absent-mindedly, wishing they had time to research the group more thoroughly following their posting. It had all happened rather quickly, one moment they were graduating from their Cadet class with honours in the Pilot course then seemingly the next they were given their first posting. Hoping it was to be an exploration mission through the Vast where plenty of challenges awaiting, Vilmeros had to fight not to show their disappointment when they were informed that they were to be part of a new scheme with the Starfinder society. Looking down at their comm unit, the Vesk examines the detail of their contact once more, a Dwarf by the name of Kreel. Kreel had offered to act as mediator between the Veskarium Cadet and their own superiors, the Venture Captains. He seemed likeable enough and from their brief communications, they sounded reliable. At that point Vilmeros found themselves snapped out of their wonderings by an eager talkative android. ”Well met, a Medic is useful, as long as they do not get caught in the crossfire of battle.” they reply seriously.
Sethran here! I have jotted down my ideas for a character, will work on a bit of backstory and description over the weekend. Have gone for a heavy weapon based fighter, looking at pilot. If anyone needs me to change anything just let me know ^^ -The details I have put in the google spreadsheet are for the SFS character to put the chronicle on ^^- |