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Sorry that I wasn't more clear - yes, I was firing at the closest thug, which was still cyan. I'll get an image for Zax - I can't use an image outside of the Paizo databse?

Still waiting for Jak, yes? Should we always roll damage with attack to streamline things?

Zax whistles through his teeth as he watches his new android colleagues wade through the oncoming laserfire. He presses his cheek to his rifle as he aims. The plastic composite exterior is still cool to the touch despite the incredible energy generation at the weapon’s core.

Subliminally, Zax’s machine brain – his implanted exocoertex – processes complex algorithms to enhance the engineer’s organic one. The imbedded combat tracking software takes over his animal instincts, honing his sights on the armed thug ahead. He fires again.

Zax uses his move action to target with Combat Tracking, giving me an additional +1 to hit. His other action to fire.

Azimuth Laser Rifle (weapon focus, combat tracking): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

“Live fire in the park!? Are you serious?” Zax exclaims, caught in the middle of the open air parkway. Instinctively, Zax sprints for cover near the more dense foliage of the park, sliding behind the trunk of an ogassel tree, the a large, dense flora native to Castrovel. Peering out from behind the tree, he unslings his rifle from his shoulder and takes aim at the closest thug.

“Our first mission and we’re already resorting to gunplay. Amateurs!” Zax says as he fires his rifle. “Blake – get over there and get Ceren!”

Firing the laser rifle at the Cyan thug (closest) - +1 for weapon focus, no combat tracking: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

“A lot of cooks in the kitchen around here, huh?” Zax jokes as the androids all delve into the infosphere from their terminals. “This job seems easy. Perhaps too easy. I would have expected more security.” The engineer steps up to the terminal, cracks his knuckles, then begins to work furiously. The screen flashes different tabs and colors as Zax works at incredible speed. “Why don’t you leave the hacking to the professional around here. Someone deal with that body?” As he speaks, his eyes never leave the screen. “There. Got it.”

Computers check to solidify the identity: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

As the party shuffles into the coroner’s office, Zax takes a position flanking Sam. “We aren’t the most charismatic bunch,” he says in a low voice, only for the android to hear. “Why don’t you take the lead on the transaction here, boyo.”

The engineer continues to stand, even after the Ysoki physician signals for the party to sit. Instead, Zax takes a casual perusal of the office surroundings, looking for anything out of place. Wandering to one corner of the room, he examines the Ysoki’s certifications mounted proudly on the wall.

Perception Check (in case you need it): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Hey folks - so I'm all square on the character sheet front. Thanks for bearing with me. First Starfinder character, first PbP on these boards. Still getting up the learning curve. Going to hop right in and assume that I've been here the whole time.

Zax stands with his arms crossed over his narrow chest, humming the chorus to Away We Fly, sugar-pop sensation Strawberry Machine Cake’s top-10 hit for the last thirty-five weeks at Absalom Station, and counting. “So catchy,” the engineer mutters to himself, likely inaudible to anyone other than Phantom-Six, who stands nearby.

At all of the talk of fraud, Zax’s cybernetic eye shutter snaps reflexively, a nervous twitch that manifests itself unless the engineer actively suppresses it. Click click click. “Perhaps my skills would be of service at a time like this. Let’s just say that this wouldn’t be my first time being in the data manipulation business.” Zax’s angular features break into a confident smirk, if only momentarily, before continuing. “Making alterations to some medical records is well within my skillset. I’ll simply need a bit of time, and access to the appropriate network to do so.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “And some muscle, in case things go sideways, and security or those mercs show up looking to fill us full of laserbolts first and ask questions later.”

I've got the Computers to do the hacking effectively. So we just steal (or purchase) the body and then I can perform the hack. Do I know if there is a a specific place where I need to link into the infosphere to do this hack?

A few moments later, a stocky dwarf approaches the new graduates assembling at the entrance to the Lorespire Complex. Standing only a shade over four feet tall, the dwarf is nearly as broad as he wide. He wears an old, worn flight suit one size too small, accentuating his thick frame. “Agreed,” the newcomer says a deep, rich voice, like a low rumble of thunder. “Blake-03 is right. We are better off if we stay together.” Almost as an afterthought, the dwarf continues. “The name’s Torim. Torim Ebonshield. Of the Ebonshield Clan asteroid prospectors, not the offshoot merchant families located here in Absalom Station,” Torim says matter-of-factly, wrongly assuming that the audience would be familiar with dwarven genealogy.

Torim flexes one of his enormous hands, causing his newly implanted subdermal graft to glow a soft orange. “Ain’t that a trick, lads?” he says to no one in particular, before looking over the crew one by one, almost how the mechanic would assess a drift engine. “Three androids and a bug, mmm? There must be more than a little truth to the rumors of the Society’s desperation for new recruits after all.”

"We may as well go see Historia-7 while we're here, no?"