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Hey everyone. I had several different family related emergencies happen this past week, and some that will happen in the near future and I don't know when everything is going to shake out. I'm really sorry about this, I hate to do this, but I'm going to have to pull out of all my games. I don't want to promise to be back next week, etc. and then not be able to make that promise. So, without knowing when I'll have a moment to update, I need to discontinue the games I'm in.

Sorry about this everyone. You all are fantastic.

Xyklik nods as well and moves to follow everyone.

Sorry everyone, we've had a death in the family, so I won't be able to post until tomorrow mid-morning or so.

Xyklik eyes the cabinets as if something were to jump out and attack them.

"This is an odd place. What is going on here?"

"Maybe they're other rooms worth exploring."

Xyklik goes to the other room (A4) and tries the door. He takes his time if it is open, listening on the other side, and then pushes his way in.

jPerception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Xyklik shrugs at the locked cabinets, having no aptitude for such things, and instead watches for danger as the others work.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Xyklik says, "Yes, meeting your leader would be beneficial. What is the Weeping Knight?"

"Yes," Xyklik says, eyeing the creatures. "And did these Starfinders look like they were in trouble, or in danger?"

Xyklik looks at the readout and then the others.

"Hmph. Let's get in there and find what we need."

Keskodai spends the rest of the trip in almost constant conversation, whether with Captain Zhast, Navasi and Raia, the crew members, or Chk Chk. He also makes sure to spend some time with Lapis and Xyklik, trying to build some bridges of friendship with what seems genuine interest. <So, Xyklik, Where did you say you were from? It's so rare to see a shirren as large as you! Did you eat anything special or is your family jsut big in general? Also what made you interested in joining the Starfinders? Wait, wait, wait, it wasn't love was it?>

<I see your're wearing a vesk style armor. Did you Renewal in the Veskarium? Or do you just like their armor? Also you'd mentioned your last assigment had a lot of destable zombies. What happened?>

Xyklik growls at Keskodai's use of telepathy. He then proceeds to speak out loud, quite strange for a shirren, his dislike of his inborn method of communication.

"I was born on a small planet on the fringe space of the Azlanti Empire. It was a farming community, but that's not why I'm large. I'm large because I had to be. I barely knew my family before the spores that infested the planet's night cycle came alive and drove them all mad and my relatives slaughtered each other. I can still hear their telepathic cries crashing through me, even now. I joined a mercenary company when they found me, and had to kill for my place on the ship. Only enough food to go around. I got bigger by surviving, and getting bigger helped me survive. It's a beneficial cycle if you can manage the constant war.

"And you? What of your travels, death priest?"

On the way Xyklik, buys a squad machine gun, a tactical spear, and a trailblazer fusion.

"Yes, Navasi. I'll put these to good use."

Xyklik nods. "Understood Fitch. Explore the submerged lodge, find and extract the clophirium. If we encounter the Manta Corps, we will extract them as well, correct?"

Later Xyklik introduces himself to the others. He looks at Chk Chk's pod and taps the viewing window. "I'm sure you've seen much violence little one. My village killed each other before my eyes when I was in my infancy, and I watched through a window such as this. Make sure you integrate what you've learned when you exit it."

I plan to slot faction champion: Wayfinders as well as buy another kind of weapon. Will need to research what I buy a little bit; will have it bought by tonight.

And soon, a large shirren fills the doorway. He stoops through the overhang and rumbles in, fully adorned in most types of weaponry imaginable. His armor holds burn marks across it where lasers might've just barely missed a vital organ here, a limb there. He scans the room and the others.

His mandibles click steadily, "I was told there was a mission. My name is Xyklik Cold-Scythe-In-Harvest."

Hello everyone! Xyklik here is a 3rd level soldier, I just need to finish leveling him up.

A massive shirren pushes his way in past all the newcomers. He scans the crowd then growls out, "I hear Venture-Captain Arvin's got a job for some quick gun-hands. If you've got what it takes, go to this message board and scrawl your name on it. Should be contacting you soon."

Recruiting for #1-02: Fugitive on the Red Planet (tier 1-4).

No day job. Thank you for the fun game!

Xyklik calmly wipes the blood from his survival knife with a table cloth. "Yes, another opportunity. We will see Eh-Rat."

AoO, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Xyklik delivers a nasty gash to the assassin with his attack when she drops her guard. Then she shatters the glass and starts to run!

"No," Xyklik says.

He drops the knife, moves over the control console while drawing out his laser cannon and tries to blast the assassin on the run.

"There's no escape."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Laser Cannon, Azimuth, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11
DMG: 1d10 ⇒ 2

AoO, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Xyklik lashes out as the woman drops her guard and then again with a hard backswing with his survival knife.

survival knife, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

We will not let her shoot with impunity at the Style Man.

Xyklik abandons his pulsecaster rifle and moves in, drawing out his suvival knife. He takes a swipe at her.

Survival knife, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 = 10
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Xyklik growls as his shot barely damages the woman.

"You're surrounded, assassin. Give this up."

He pulls the trigger again.

pulsecaster rifle, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26
DMG (E, non-lethal): 1d6 ⇒ 1
critical DMG: 1d6 ⇒ 1 ...

Xyklik rushes in after the others and takes aim at the assassin with his pulsecaster rifle.

"Go down easy. Save us the trouble," he growls.

Pulsecaster rifle, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14
DMG (non-lethal): 1d6 ⇒ 1

Looks like a good formation.

Though he hates using his telepathy, Xyklik does it this one time: "Remember, we want this assassin alive. Use static arcs if you have them."

He draws out his pulsecaster rifle and powers it up, waiting for the signal. Once everyone has signaled they are ready, he will open the door.

I don't know if Xyklik can just walk out since he's providing a distraction. He will move close to the room's door and be ready to run through once the signal is given that all the bombs have been disarmed. Da'at, you should cover the other door. If no one is paying attention to him, though, he will move through the doors closer to where Stiehle is.

Xyklik points to his pack and his laser cannon, "Ha! What beast could take down a soldier so well-armed? Most mercenary corps would drool at the equipment they've armed me with. That is under the First Seeker's guidance, of course."

He moves toward the doors, breathing a little heavily from his acrobatics. "Although Starfinders do get tired sometimes."

"Exactly, Zo!," Xyklik growls out. "Think of it, all across the infosphere you've got fake combat shows everywhere. Fake this, fake that. It's time for something real. Like Starfinders racing through an old necropolis and jumping and..."

He spots a clearing in the crowd and jumps down from the table, rolling to soften his blow.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"...Rolling out of the way of laser fire!"

He spreads his arms wide for applause, starting to somewhat like the attention.

Going to have to apologize to all of them for this. The things I do for the First Seeker...

Xyklik says to those that clapped for him, "Well, seems like you all caught some of the show. But, have you ever seen a shirren do this?!"

His massive frame does a standing jump, intending to land atop the table nearest him.

"Hunh! On Verces we had to jump from rock to rock to get our platoon out of a forward base. A hundred feet down to razor-sharp rocks and ahead, a hundred screaming enemy shooting at us!"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Sorry for holding things up. Will have my action up in about an hour.

We will have to make it up to him after this...

"Are you blind?!" Xyklik shouts down at the waiter. He jabs a long finger at the person's chest. "You could've damaged my equipment! Where's your manager?!"

Xyklik says, "Yet again, the Eh-Rat and I think alike. Da'at and I will make good distractions. Come on Da'at, let's do what soldiers do best."

Without elaborating on what that might be, Xyklik stalks off and out into the party. He looks for a waiter with a half-platter of food and moves through the guests toward them, walking just close enough to bump into the waiter and waiting for the platter to drop. He tries to snatch it before it falls.

Acrobatics or Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 -3 if Reflex makes more sense for this.

Ah, ninja'd! Xyklik will have spent 1 RP to recover SP.

Before...

Xyklik says to Da'at, "Fine. I've seen worse, but thank you."

Now.

"Would we have to split up if we were...sneaky?" Xyklik asks.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Good job Steel," Xyklik says."Maybe this can tell us where the explosives are."

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Xyklik is hit full-on by the creature's pulse attack. He breathes out as the air leaves his lungs. "Hrr. Die you filthy creatures."

He lashes out with his knife again.

Survival Knife, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Yes, thank you Eh-Rat." Xyklik grunts as he tries to slice the one in front of him again.

Survival Knife @ Red, get 'em: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 17
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Xyklik growls over the com. "These creatures had better not drain my batteries."

He drops his artillery cannon and draws out his tactical knife, then proceeds to slash at the closest one to him (Red).

Survival knife, get 'em @ Red: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Xyklik moves into the room, timing the jump through the doors accurately as the big shirren twists his body through. He readies an attack with his laser cannon should the creatures turn aggressive.

Otherwise, he looks around to see if the assassin left any clues to their whereabouts behind.

Xyklik motions for Stiehle or another to disarm the hazard before moving forward.

"Yes," Xyklik says, "We look for traps and then investigate. Ready yourselves for combat."

He sloughs the artillery laser cannon from his shoulder. Then he moves up to the door and inspects it for danger, listens to what may be on the other side, and then, if all seems well and his companions have not told him otherwise, he will open the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Yes Eh-Rat," Xyklik says, "I'm fine with you taking the rifle. Good job with the people at the gala everyone." It seems as if the passing comment is Xyklik's way of showing deep appreciation.

"We will find out where they are and stop them. Do we have clearance to terminate, or will they be held for questioning?"

Sounds like a plan. Will post now for round 7.

Xyklik excuses himself and goes to chat up Ykris to see what he might discover.

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

"Well", Xyklik says to Naiaj, "It's got a Pulse Green power core and Dakkar M10-E thrusters, faster than anything I've piloted so far. The expansion bays were modified too. Probably not a smuggling ship, an exploratory vessel. The holo recreation gym leaves something to be desired in its combat algorithms, though."

Piloting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Did Xyklik receive anything from Ykris on his round 4 offer of bonding?

Xyklik approaches the venture-captain Naiaj again once the briefing is over with, having nothing more to report than the others. He says, "What do you think of the Sanjaval Spaceflight Systems fleet, the vagabond class specifically? It seems to have good maneuverability in a dog-fight, but its weapon systems could use a touch-up. Have you piloted one before? I could show you the one I found."

Piloting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Once the others begin talking with Naiaj, Xyklik takes the opportunity to leave the conversation and approaches Ykris. He’s watched from the peripheral as the symbiote attached itself to Silveras, and, seeing no other way to contribute, approaches the half-elf. ”My name is Xyklik Cold-Scythe-In-Harvest. I understand you want to learn about other life forms, their anatomy.” He pats the sheathe of his survival knife, clipped firmly to his belt. ”I’ve been extensively trained in anatomy, of a kind. If it benefits the Society’s partnership, I would be willing to bond with you as well so you could experience the shirren point of view. Create a choice, and resolve it. The Oxytocin that floods the brain could surprise you.”

Xyklik accepts the contact request from Zo! and files it away into his associates tab. He scrolls up and lands on another tab, Scoured Stars Investigation, and hovers over it for a long moment before closing his comm readout. ”Accepted. I hope we work together. Grenade safety is a key skill in the exploration of dangerous locations.”

He makes a bit more small talk, then excuses himself from the conversation when others start to approach Zo!. He wanders through the party until he comes to the Venture-Captain Naiaj. ”Hello Venture-Captain,” he says, placing a hand on his own breastplate, ”Xyklik. The Scoured Stars Incident, when will a team be assembled to investigate the cause of this? I had a friend on the mission, a shirren. His exocortex triggered a dead-man’s switch when it lost contact with the Lorespire Complex. I’ve tracked down leads, but everything has been a dead-end so far, even the Drift Rock out in the Armada. I found a ship, a fast one, to add to the Society’s fleet. Perhaps I could use it when you’re picking the team for this mission.”

He goes over the schematics and capabilities of his ship, all the while relating how it maneuvers, and the weapons on board.

Piloting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Xyklik continues talking with Zo! for a while longer. He's gained a head of steam somewhat and continues on recounting the encounters he's had. He says, "Yes. Physical fitness is one of the most important things in combat. We've had to combat things in zero-g before. Have you ever fought in that kind of environment? Grenades are especially useful due to the atmosphere and gravity not distorting your aim. Fascinating, how the enemy's slow reflexes could never save them! To dodge the grenade they would've had to twist their body like this. Or upend a table or chair."

Xyklik displays several ways to avoid shrapnel damage in a warzone, displaying his new jump jets recently installed in his armor as well.

Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Before.

Xyklik turns to the others after the briefing. He adjusts the laser cannon on his back. "The closest approximation of my name is Xyklik Cold-Scythe-In-Harvest. We all seem to be professionals here. The 'Eh-Rat' is correct, we will have a successful mission."

Now.
Sense Motive (Zo!): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Xyklik walks up to the elebrian and extends his long arm for a handshake. "Hello," the soldier says. "My name is Xyklik Cold-Scythe-In-Harvest. I joined the Society recently after being part of the team to uncover the secrets on the drift rock tethered near here. I also know an associate of mine recently explored Salvation's End. Some of this must have made it to Eox."

He begins relating his experience trying to survive on the drift rock, stranded with only his team to aid each other.

"It might've made for a good learning holo on combat survival," he says, thinking aloud.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Not sure if it matters, but I completed 1-00 and assigned it to Xyklik.

A large shirren waits with the others in the grand room while the First Seeker gives her briefing. Xyklik Cold-Scythe-In-Harvest stands a full head taller than most male shirren, even larger than some vesk. He wears heavy armor, an artillery laser cannon strapped to his back and a number of other, smaller weapons holstered around the cannon in a haphazard constellation. He takes a moment to glance at the others, then at Radaszam. Notes their weaponry, notes Radaszam’s armor.

Beside him stands a fresh trainee straight out of basic training, a young, energetic-looking android. He nearly hums with pent-up energy until Xyklik flashes an angry look down at him.

When the First Seeker finishes, Xyklik clears his throat with an insectile ckckckck, and asks, ”This is a lot of ordinance for one gala. Are we expecting specific trouble? Or did the Society receive any threats targeting this event?”

The main obstacle I see is not enough damage. The majority of tier 3-4 characters are assumed to have weapon specialization, which only one of us has. That being the case, and with GM Blake's advisement on the hp, I don't recommend we play up.

Awesome, thank you!

It looks like we have 2 soldiers in the group already, so the operative might be better, also considering there might be a fair bit of socializing at this event.

Thank you! I've looked them over and have two questions and a request.

1. Shouldn't we get 3 xp instead of 1 for completing an AP chapter?

2. Xyklik's faction should be Second Seekers (Luwazi Elsebo) on the Welcome to Starfinder Boon.

3. Could you initial my alien archive sheet? I will link it HERE