Yjun Nae Da Jek's page

"I can get us there well enough, assuming you need a pilot. I go by the name Yjun Nae Dae Jek, and I am one of the best there is." A kasatha in freebooter armor replies. "Any idea what this artificial structure may have been used for? Also, since we assume the planet is uninhabited, I assume we are welcome to whatever treasures we may find?"

Chronicle looks good! Thanks again!

Thanks again! It was a blast!

Piracy Lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"A 'reality distorter', huh?" Yjun notes. "It would seem that the Society is already gaining valuable tech from the Wreck even without the 'invitation' of this 'Functionary'."

An unseen smile forms on the face of the pirate, whose mouth remains covered. "It would seem like exploration may be more profitable than I had initially hoped."

Thanks for a fun run, all! And thanks for running GM AZJauthor! I enjoyed seeing the scenario from this side of the screen!

Deadly mandibles!? Trenching teeth?! And self-healing nanites?! These monstrous creatures clearly aren't natural. Yjun ponders, grateful that at least some of his own wounds have healed.

But, then, what sort of twisted, evil mastermind could even conceive of such terrors?!

Hoping he never has to face the answer, Yjun tightens his grip on his blade. With sword in one hand, he moves into a flanking position and presses the attack.
Stride; Strike; Strike
Strike, Melee dueling sword (versatile P, analog) v yellow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Damage, slashing: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Strike, Melee dueling sword (versatile P, analog) v yellow: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 5 = 14 Damage, slashing: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Yjun cries out in surprise and pain as the creature tears into him. Instinctively, he draws his blade and strikes back.
Interact
Strike, Melee dueling sword (versatile P, analog) v yellow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Then, heeding his allies advice, he move away.
Step

Perhaps we can take them. Yjun ponders. He looks around at the other delegates, searching for the shobhad with Voss, who he assumes is a bodyguard.

However, his eyes lay on Posit Certitude and other delegates who clearly are in no position to engage in combat. His fingers twitch, but he does not yet reach for his blade.

"Don't be too concerned." Yjun mutters to his companions. "Surely, no one here is so foolish as to accept her offer."

Noting the Shadir appears to making progress, Yjun tries a powerful bow of his own.
Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Fascinating folk is among the Starfinders' specialities." he declares.

He looks enthusiastic at the others, clearly hoping to be similarly impressed by them. The bodyguard also nods appreciatively.

"I explored some fallen debris from the Wreck, too!" Yjun adds. "It crashed good!"

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"Hello there. I'm Voss, and this is my bodyguard, Aruk. Welcome to Akiton. Hope you've enjoyed your visit so far. Haven't made it out to visit us in Pilferer's Paradise yet, have you?"

"Not personally, but I believe on of our agents. Kiha, did." Yjun replies. "As I recall, she was taking an enercycle, but since I have been on Akiton, we have stuck to the d-vees. Given the planet's dusty terrain, do you have a preferred form of transportation? I would assume that your salvage haulers have larger engines for more pulling power, but those are likely to kick up more dust and, thus reduce their capacity."

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Yjun is fine with moving onto Voss.

Having been awkwardly caught in a lie, Yjun takes a step back and allows the others to converse with the delegate while the kasatha scans their robotic form for pickable pockets.

No useful skills here.

"Right," Yjun adds to the shirren's description. "Such lush greenery and bursting colorful flowers!"

Deception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

"Okay, I can tell you this. The Consortium teams have found some weird, modified corpses. Mutated animals and undead creatures that disintegrate into rust. That kind of stuff. That is something that I think you guys should definitely be looking into."

"Undead creatures? Disintegrating into dust?" Yjun mutters as he listens to Jax. "Sounds quite similar to what I encountered on my first mission hear on Akiton."

Posit sounds good.

Unable to discern the truthfulness in Jax's words, Yjun tries a different approach.

"The Starfinder Society doesn't 'throw away' lives. The organization can field quite a capable fighting force when necessary. One that could readily overcome anything the Consortium might cobble together." He suggests. "Perhaps, it is the Consortium that should 'back off' its efforts to explore the Wreck."

Intimidation: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

"As for the name, well, I wasn't involved in the decision, but would like to hear your suggestions." He adds.

Yjun eyes the ysoki to gage her response. Perhaps, she does not know the Wreck as well as she would have us believe.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Perception with Hero Point: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"Listen, you guys really need to convince Sarmak to back off of this whole exploration of the Wreck of the Returned - stupid name, by the way. You don't know how dangerous it is. We've had a ton of teams going through there, and have lost many of our front-line agents. We've got the capacity to absorb that, of course ... but you want Sarmak just throwing your lives away like that? For what? We haven't found anything useful or interesting at all."[/b]

"Actually, I had a prior mission to the Wreck and found it quite interesting. Nothing we couldn't handle." Yjun tries to sound confident.

"As for the name, well, I wasn't involved in the decision, but would like to hear your suggestions." He adds.

"Yes, let's speak with Jax. Some pirates wear suits, after all." Yjun concedes.

"I suppose I can help put away a few of the Society's valuables." Yjun agrees. He keeps a careful log of what he is stowing, deciding which might bring the most on the blackmarket.

Thievery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Then, when he thinks no one is looking, he tries to pocket an item.
It may be more safely stowed with me.

Thievery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Given Zizenzi's assurance about the underming, Yjun warns the shirren about the drones. "I didn't get a good look at them, but the others did. Fortuantely, they made short work of them. Still, I would suggest someone keep an eye on the doors and make sure that the warranties on the lodge's wards are up-to-date."

Yjun scans the room. Quite a lot of wealth here, it would seem. As he begins to imagine which delegate may make the best marks, the dragonkin speaks up.

"Let's go speak to Sarmak first"

"What?! Oh, yes." The kasatha says, turning his focus back on the mission at hand. "That sounds like a good idea to me."

Yjun keeps looking around.
Perception to Seek: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"Looks like we got them all. Let's get to the lodge quickly and report on what we've found." Yjun suggests. He pats his stomach. "Besides, I bet there is quite the spread waiting for us there."

Yjin - You only expend the first shot. You have one action remaining.

Not knowing where any other threat is, Yjun scans the area for threats.

Yjun closes the distance and fires at the only target he can see.
Stride; Strike x2
Ranged Strike, arc pistol (expend 2, mag 10, range increment 30 feet, reload 1, arc, tech) v Baddy Red: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage, E: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Ranged Strike, arc pistol (expend 2, mag 10, range increment 30 feet, reload 1, arc, tech) v Baddy Red: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 5 = 5
Damage, E: 1d4 ⇒ 1

"There you are!" Yjun declares with a target now revealed. The kasatha rushes across the sand to get a better shot, then fires.
Stride x2; Strike

Ranged Strike, arc pistol +6 (expend 2, mag 10, range increment 30 feet, reload 1, arc, tech) v Baddy Blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage, E: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Cyprium flies into cover and draws his sword.

"Robots ahead, let's see if they are friendly or not"

Yjun scans the barrens rocks and sands ahead. "If you say so."

Though unsure of a threat, he draws his arc pistol out of caution and prepares to shoot any target should one appear.
Readied action, fire on first opponent that he can see.

Yjun adjusts the throttle and makes another go at avoiding hazards on the d-vee.
Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

No Robot Lore or Crafting here, so I will pass.

Yjun tries to maintain pace with the other d-vee, hoping to avoid any hazards in the north quadrant.

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Bracing himself with all of his hands, Yjun tries to tough out the storm.
Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Guided by Cyprium's direction, Yjun manages to navigate the unstable area.
"Thanks for the help. We're making good time."

Not trained in Nature.

"Any idea what caused this instability?" Yjun asks his allies. "Is it anything that you think we need to warn Zizenzi about?"

Eager to continue on, the kasatha revs the engine a few times and points the d-vee westward.

I second the vote to go west.

Yjun attempts to ease up a bit on the throttle so as not to get the hover vehicle bogged in a sandy mire.

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Yjun has none of the Recall Knowledge skills.

Eying the d-vees, Yjun takes the wheel of one. "Not too bad," he notes as he tests out the controls. "There's room on here for one more--maybe two of our dragonkin friend prefers to ride alone."

Looking at the map, he decides...
?: 1d4 ⇒ 3
"How about we head south first?"

"A summit? I get to be a VIP!" he seems chuffed "But business first, security, what do you think we are most likely to be guarding against? Wild beasts? Wild gatecrashers? Hostile media?"

"I've encountered all three out in the Diaspora." Replies a kasathan, his neck draped with a bandana. A pair of blades, as well as a pistol, hang by his sides for easy access. The style is reminiscent of one eager to protect one's valuables--or to help himself to those of others. "An...occupational hazard... I suppose."

"If we find something of interest on the patrol, do want us to call it in right away or check it our ourselves?" By the tone of his voice, it sounds likes he has already made the decision for himself.

"Also, I trust these d-vees won't be too difficult for a spacer to handle?"