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Looks perfect! Thanks.

Thanks for the game! This was fun.

I actually have a correction to request for the chronicle sheet: I had forgotten until I went to check the math just now, but I did buy a bunch of equipment that should go on this chronicle sheet. Could you add 663 to the credits spent box? It should come out to a final total of 873 credits.

"Well! I can't be outdone by a cat!" Volkzari enters the room and then starts to rub her arms to create heat. "Why is it so cold in here?"

Acrobatics to move: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

She shoves off from the doorway and glides effortlessly across the floor, as if she's been practicing for this moment. She hears the drone skittering around inside the vent and grabs hold of the vent opening nearest to the sound. She briefly thinks about climbing in there herself, quickly realizes No way! and instead tries to manually slam it shut so Silkie can't escape through this way.

Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

It slams on her thumb and Volkzari cries "Ow ow ow ow!" But she doesn't let up her hold on the exit.

Volkzari is surprised to find children down here, until they manage to explain themselves. Ah, young ones running off and getting into places they’re not supposed to be. Sounds familiar. I have no idea where all this talk of ice cream came from though.

“Silkie likes belly rubs you say? That doesn’t sound dangerous. We’ll try to get him out, and take the two of you up to safety too. If you’re in trouble or not, that will be between you and your father.” She stares fiercely at them to impress the seriousness of the situation.

Volkzari takes another break to recover while the Exo-guardians start moving their equipment into the warehouse. (Using an RP to recover stamina)

When they arrive at E-deck, Volkzari stands by watching the techy types do their thing. It only takes a few moments to get bored, so she stands off to one side. "I'll stand guard over here," she assures them, and proceeds to keep a watch out.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Volkzari almost staggers back at the powerful blow, but with the support of all her allies managing to injure the creature she recovers enough to throw another punch. I'll give as good as I get! she resolves.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 - 1 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 1 = 3

Well, she's being heroic in her own head at least

"Ow! Aren't feathers usually soft things?" Volkzari cries out at the feather stalker's stabs. But she is actually quite pleased that the creature came down to where they are.

She drops the pistol, which doesn't seem to be doing much good, and instead draws out her solar mote into the familiar glowing battle glove.

Attack vs KAC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 - 1 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 - 1 = 8

When the feather stalker finally shows itself, Volkzari feels a quiver of excitement. She draws her pistol and takes a couple steps toward the creature. She feels a mild surge of energy as the power of the stars flows in. Even if she can't see the stars in this closed-off warehouse, she knows they are always out there. Volkzari grins fiercely at Dex's shout and fires a shot of her own.

Photon attuned 1

Attack vs KAC: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 - 1 = 7
Piercing damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Volkzari pockets the medpatch, thinking Hopefully I won't be needing this soon but you never know. She tenses and walks slowly toward the place where the flare landed, and tries to detect any signs of a creature hiding back there.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Seeing nothing happening yet, Volkzari moves over to the set of crates in front of her and takes a look inside.

Perception: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Volkzari nods to Friye, and for now just takes a couple cautious steps inside the warehouse. Her glowing blue mote sheds a bit of light in the area. She looks around, trying to spot any unexpected movement.

The solar mote causes dim light in a 20-foot radius, which should raise dim lighting up to normal light. Vesk also have low-light vision.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

I've played both of those before, and it's also going to be a pretty busy summer for me, so I won't join you for another one. I appreciate the offer though!

Volkzari closes her eyes to fend off a throbbing headache that is developing behind her eyes, so is a little surprised when they reach the front of the line. "What? Yes, I'll buy one. I didn't wait all that time in line to go away empty-handed." She pays the credits and then drops the album into her bag. "Maybe it will become wildly popular and I can sell it in thirty years to an enthusiast collector."

She stifles a small yawn and then says wearily, "Well, time to go defeat a feather stalker then?" Her scales look slightly more gray-tinged than normal.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

This is the longest, most boring line that Volkzari has ever had the misfortune of standing in. She resorts to stuffing her claws in her ears to block out the infinitely looping music.

Ziggy would be easier to say...? Is this shirren looking down on us? Volkzari makes a point to refer to them as Zigvigix, even though it does feel awkward on her tongue.

She watches the recording of the feather stalker with grudging respect. "It looks like a strong opponent. We'll have to be a bit careful. I don't want that to be my end." She doesn't seem very interested in the musical album, but when Dex and Friye talk about it possibly selling out, she adds, "Ah, if it's so popular this album must be pretty valuable. Maybe you're right."

I'm ok with doing the album task first.

Volkzari nods to Ceren and says quietly, "Your life from this point is yours. I hope you're able to do what you want with it."

I'd like to use an RP to restore SP, and then I'm ready to move on. Exo-guardians next, or did someone say they wanted to do that one last?

Photon attuned 3

Volkzari comments coldly, "Clearly you don't know the whole story. You're here to kidnap an old woman, and we're here to defend her. That makes this simple."

She takes a step forward and swings her weapon at the thug.

Attack vs purple KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Nonlethal bludgeoning/electricity damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 5
Extra crit damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Staggered crit effect: DC 12 Fortitude save or be staggered for one round

It has been crit city in this party!

Photon attunement 2

Volkzari shrugs off the minor shock and advances on one of the other thugs. "How about you? Also going to give up?"

She flicks her finger against a small crystal within the solar battle glove, and its shimmers and its edges become somewhat indistinct. She raises her arm threateningly, ready to attack.

Move, then a move action to activate the stun ability to make the damage nonlethal

Volkzari bristles as she watches the weapons being drawn and Ceolor engaging his solar armor. I guess that's how it's going to be, she thinks, and with a slight growl she grabs hold of her own glowing blue mote as it cycles around in front of her eyes. She draws it down and it takes the form of a glowing spiked battle glove around her right hand.

While this is happening she stalks forward across the bridge. Volkzari keeps silent, with her intense gaze focused on the nearest thug. No need to add to all this chatter.

Double move. 1 photon attunement.

Volkzari listens quietly to Ceolor chattering away on his comm, and thinks about what else they could do to help the old lady out in her new life. "How about some tips on how to look a bit different, so people don't recognize her? It's not like she's a vesk, with colorful scale patterns that anyone can see. How hard could it be to disguise a human?" She tries sketching out a few ideas.

Disguise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

I'm rather skills-challenged, so this is probably the best I can do

Volkzari takes in the revelation with some surprise but quickly picks up Friye's enthusiasm for the challenge. "Faking a death? No... I have some experience with undead, but that's probably not going to help. An explosion sounds like a good idea. I did help defuse a bomb once. That's kind of the other side of the question though, isn't it." She looks hopefully at Alzandre to see if he has any practical suggestions about how they could make an explosion look realistic.

Volkzari looks blankly at the offered teapot. Tea? That's not exactly what we came here for. She waits a few impatient moments while they all get settled and then jumps in, "We've been told that someone here was doing some elite hacking, and is probably in danger now. If you are hiding that person, or know anything about it, it would be best to tell us. We want to help."

She vaguely remembers someone saying that people on Absalom Station have a good opinion of Starfinders, so she activates her implant to show the symbol. "We're from the Starfinder Society, see?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

The extra rumbling and display of sharp teeth probably made her message sound more threatening than she intended.

"I leave the messing with computers to other people, but if it's just finding a person, then ok. Tracking a person down can be hard if they don't want to be found. But I'll give it a shot. Let's not waste any more time here."

In spite of her brusque words, Volkzari appears a little excited at the idea of working against the clock.

Volkzari looks at Laboni with a slightly dazed expression. "We... we did it? That was incredible there at the end. I didn't even think we would beat Ratrod, much less win the whole race." She snaps out of it enough to shake the racer's hand.

For the next mission, should we keep going in order? So, Dataphiles next. I'm game for any of them though.

I really liked the little line to show where everyone is. It's simple but shows everything it needs to. You did a great job with all those complicated updates.

That ending though! You couldn't have scripted a more dramatic finish. It's fun when the dice work out that way. :D

Volkzari starts getting excited as they surge past Ratrod... and then Alzandre and Friye at her side somehow both manage to drop their remote control devices at the same moment. Her eyes widen. "We haven't won this yet, you know, Ratrod is right on our tailpipe!"

Kinetic vs. Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 - 2 = 5

She's quite distracted and ironically barely even looks at the gun she's supposed to be aiming herself.

... Go team!

"All right, let's take a step back here. Everybody focus and let's try again." Volkzari gives her own hands a shake, as she feels the victory slipping away from them. But they haven't lost until they've lost, so she picks up the remote control once more.

Kinetic vs Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 2 = 7

Her pessimism seems to be leaking into her fine motor control as well.

Volkzari watches in dismay as they continue to stick to the middle of the pack. "Well - I don't mind if we don't win. I just don't want to lose to him!" She agrees with Friye, and then takes another shot at Ratrod.

Kinetic vs Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 2 = 8

Volkzari can't help but admire Ratrod's piloting skills, just a little bit, as he brushes off all their attacks and still soars forward, almost into the lead. Apparently it's not for nothing that he is famous as a racer. But Volkzari's task is clear. She takes aim yet again.

Kinetic vs. Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 - 2 = 9

Volkzari blinks when Lemgem offers to slow down intentionally. What an odd race this is turning out to be. She refocuses on her task, which right now means trying to blow Ratrod's racer off-track.

Kinetic vs Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 2 = 15

Seeing Ratrod take off in front of them, Volkzari continues to target his racer.

Kinetic vs Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 - 2 = 14

Volkzari almost feels a little bad for hitting Ratrod so hard right out of the gate... but then he fires back at them and the feeling goes away. “In it to win it, yeah!” she cheers, trying to psych the team up for a good race. She then takes aim once more at the race favorite.

Kinetic vs Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 2 = 12

I think we still have the -2 penalty to attack from the racer though, is that not correct?

"Wow! Nice shot Friye!" Volkzari cheers, and then grabs a control of her own to follow up with another one aimed at their main competitor.

Kinetic vs Ratrod: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 2 = 20

Woah!

I have played it before. Volkzari would be happy on any of the guns. I'll take the second kinetic weapon, if nobody has a preference.

So in the end we have two kinetic weapons and two energy weapons? Actually if we've made alliances with a lot of the racers there aren't that many targets we'd want to shoot at.

My BAB+Dex is +2 (like a number of us it seems). Piloting is garbage.

Volkzari watches her teammates making successful deals with their competitors, and grins. "Good, very good. What else do we need? A little more firepower? Why stop at one gun when you can have three, or four?" She does a last sweep of their surroundings, hoping to uncover another weapon before they have to get to the track.

Perception for a kinetic weapon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"Junk, junk, nothing but junk." Unable to find anything else to salvage, she returns to their own vehicle and admires it. "Looking pretty good now. Laboni, I think you might have a decent chance after all."

Volkzari resumes her hunt for a speed-boosting thingamajig, and keeps an eye out for other competitors that they don't know much about yet.

Perception to boost speed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Sense motive for Velocity: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Volkzari comes back empty-handed, but hears Alzandre's report that Ratrod's vehicle is pretty well armored. She figures they need to compete, so she goes looking for some shielding herself.

Perception for EAC: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

She also takes the opportunity to covertly watch Lemgem, to try to figure out what kinds of preparations the gnome is making for the race.

Sense motive, Lemgem: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Geh. Maybe I should stick to aid attempts. Anyone want to team up next round?

Volkzari watches her teammates scatter and thinks aloud, "I don't know much about racing, but a racer needs to go fast, right? There should be something around here..." She looks around the nearby area trying to find a spare part that looks useful.

Perception to boost speed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

She doesn't see any parts that she recognizes, but her wanderings do bring her close to the lashunta competitor. She lamely offers a small greeting, "Nice day for a race, isn't it?"

Sense motive, Orsis: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Volkzari perks up slightly to meet a fellow vesk here. "Hm, playing by the rules but still get her to win. Sounds difficult, but I guess we'll do our best."

No further questions

Volkzari listens to these people who evidently have their ears to the ground around here, and then briefly skims the description of the factions on her comm unit. She says, “Right, well, let’s get busy impressing people. On to the first one?”

I have no preference so going in order is fine with me. Acquisitives first then?

Ok here's what I'm doing, including selling everything back at its full cost for the free level 1 rebuild:

A seven-foot-tall Vesk enters through the doors of the Lorespire Complex. She has golden scales, although each individual scale is slightly gray-tipped and has a dull sheen that looks a little off, if you're used to vesk apperances. Her eyes also appear slightly sunken. A fist-sized mote of clear blue light circles idly around her head.

She listens to Guidance's greeting and then walks docilely up to where the hologram indicated. "Cheek swab, huh? The readings may come out a bit weird, but here you go." She offers the genetic sample and holds out her left hand to accept the implant. She flexes her claws and activates and deactivates the little mark a couple times while watching it flick on and off.

Only then does she look around at the others who are starting to gather. She jumps abruptly into the conversation. "I'm Volkzari. I don't know about adventure... I'm looking forward to getting this over with, actually. I met a venture-captain recently, and was trying to make some small talk. She asked if I'd had my commecement yet, and I had to say no. Ground the conversation to a halt." She sighs dramatically.

Volkzari peers down at the small drone on Friye's shoulder. "A drone that's a cat?" she asks blankly.

Hello! Thanks for having me. So everyone knows, I have played the scenario before on another character. I'll be careful not to spoil anything.

Chronicle: #2
Player name: Elinnea
Character name: Volkzari
Organized play #-#: 270121-704
Faction: Acquisitives
XP: 1
Fame: 2
Credits: 833
Day job: none
Reputation: Acquisitives - 3, Second Seekers (LE) - 1
Boons: just the Acquisitives Champion
Purchases:

I actually have a lot of purchases (and things to sell as well) because I completely rebuilt the character since her first game. I didn't like the class I started her on so I switched to solarian, which meant I had to change all the equipment. I need to double check the amounts on the chronicle sheet I have at home, so I'll get back to you with more details this evening.

Could we get our First Mandate game marked as inactive? Thanks.

Woah, those are some interesting boons. Thanks for running it for us! I hope things calm down and you're able to get some rest soon.

Volkzari jerks in surprise when an intense blast comes tearing in their general direction and explodes against the wall. She blinks at Mr. Scott. "Give a person a little warning next time!"

But while she's not looking a second painful slash of the knife gets through her armor, and Volkzari can't hold back a cry of pain. She briefly considers trying to back away from the assailant, but something snaps deep in her vesk brain and she puffs up to her full seven-foot height. "I respect your persistence, but - you're dead!" she cries, and tries to execute a self-defensive punching maneuver.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

lolz

Volkzari hisses in pain when the knife proves itself to be not quite so weak as she had imagined. However, she stands her ground and lashes out once more with her claws, trying to aim a little more carefully for an unprotected spot.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

However, she forgets to account for the slower reaction time of her damaged arm.

"Will... you... hold... still?!" Volkzari hisses in frustration as the would-be assassin dodges her blows. At least that knife is too pathetically weak to penetrate the vesk's armor. Now that she has backup from both sides, she attempts to whirl around and land a tail slap.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

When the villain rushes up to Volkzari and tries to stab her with a knife, the vesk responds in the way that feels most natural: she tries to rake her with her claws.

(Full attack, unarmed strike)

Attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 4 = 13
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 2 - 4 = 7
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2