THE KETHERIC-HIVE AFFAIR (Balder's Gate 3 in Space! Quest)

BORN TO TIEF, WORLD IS FUCK
NAME: Karlach Cliffgate
RACE: Tiefling
HIT DIE/MELEE DAMAGE: 1d12 | HIT POINTS: 21/21 | LUCK: 6/6
PROFF: +2
XP: 0 | LEVEL: 2

STRENGTH​
DEXTERITY​
CONSTITUTION​
INTELLIGENCE​
WISDOM​
CHARISMA​
16 (+3)​
16 (+3)​
13 (+1)​
8 (-1)​
10 (+0)​
12 (+1)​
Save: +5​
Save: +5​
Save: +3​
Save: +1​
Save: +2​
Save: +3​

RACIALIZED TRAITS
Darkvision: Can see 100 feet in darkness without colors. Born this way, ma called it 20/Evil vision.
Light Sleeper: Only needs four hours of sleep for a long rest. Learned this in CapFor - nap when you got it.
Energy Resistance [Fire]: Take 1/2 damage from fire. This is why we got the cheap apartments, near the radiators.
Speed Malus: -1 meter of movement per round. Gorby Jr. is a pain in the ass.
Hider: Can hide when even only lightly obscure. Learned to duck pretty fast in the military.
ABLITIES
Action Surge (1/rest): Can take an extra action, refreshes on a short rest.
Reckless attack: Can gain advantage on Str based attacks while giving enemies advantage to hit you.
Rage (2/day): can go into a rage for 1 minute, gaining advantage on str checks and saves, +2 to str damage, reistance to B, P and S damage. Can't cast spells while raging.
Fighting Styles: Defensive (+1 to AC while wearing armor), Ranged (+2 to hit with ranged weapons), Blind Fighting (gain blindsight to 10 ft)
Second Wind (1/rest): Can use a bonus action to get 1d10+Level HP.
Natural Explorer: Ensure that the group has enough vac-suits and full tanks unless enemies take specific actions to negate it. When trapped with limited resources, double what the GM says you have. Create 3 shifts as a crew, rather than 2. Can patch suit as a free action. once per session, you can declare one thing to be true about a space station, habitat or spaceship - if the GM refuses, you're given a Luck Point.
Favored Enemy (Fascists): Get advantage on Wisdom (Survival) to track them and Intelligence rolls to know about their tactics.
Broad Proficiency: Martial Weapons, Heavy Weapons
Single Proficiency: Vac-Suits, Light, Medium, Heavy
Tool Proficiency: Repair, Shuttles, Armored Fighting Vehicle
Fighter's Luck: Get x3 LP per level.
Skills [8]: Skilled in Athletics, Acrobatics, Stealth, Perception, Persuasion, Performance, Intimidation, Insight
Expertise [2]: Expertise in Athletics and Stealth (double proff bonus.)​

GEAR

Armored Vac Suit (AC 19, 7 Bulletproof)
Bulletproof: AC applies to gunfire. If an enemy rolls 8-17, remove 1 bulletproof.)​
M-Gloves: Can create two mage hands as a free action, controlled by focused

Collapsable Knife: +5 to hit, 1d12+3 damage
Concealable: Advantage to hiding, -1 intimidation
Sharp: Deals 3 damage on a miss.​

MP-5: The Solar System's sexiest SMG
Effective Range: 0-25 Meters | 25-50 Meters
Damage: 1d4+3| Caliber: Medium | Recoil: 4 | ROF: 8 | Magazine: 30+1 | Intimidation: +3
Special: Tacti-Cool (comes with a built in, infinite use wand of Ray of Frost, which can be fired from the weapon whenever you want.)
Underslung DC8-ROFW: 60 foot range, 1d8 frost damage, reduces enemy movement speed by 10 feet on a hit.​

Arachne 9mm
Effective Range: 0-50 Meters
Damage: 1d4+3 | Caliber: Medium | Recoil: 7 | ROF: 3 | Magazine: 15+1 | Intimidation: +2
Special: Frangible - you can buy Small Caliber rounds for this to reduce the recoil to 4.​

23 magazines fully stocked of 9mm rounds

Standard patch kit
Effect: It can patch any hole of about palm size or smaller. Unfortunately, since they're designed to be 'slap and forget' patches, they can't really patch bigger holes effectively. Fortunately, you can apply them as a free action.

Computer Tool Kit
Effect: The computer tool kit is the collection of various lengths of wire, soldering gun, screwdriver (magnetized) and other nibbly little bits you need to do repair work on a computer, physically speaking. This won't do anything to debug it, unless you're being really literal about debugging here.

Cuffband
Effect: A plastic set of restraints. Good for dissidents, bounties and, until the Supreme Court's decision re Staton V Solarium Primary School, unruly children.

FINANCES

Q-Card: +0
Specie: 1 Gold

LEGALITY
Current Hab Legality: Not in Hab
Intimidation: Not in Hab
Total Criminality: Not in hab


STARSHIP - USAF-SGF Short Sword (Drizzit Class)
Acceleration Max: 3Gs | Handling: +4
Sensors: 5 Locks, 2 Jams

STRUCTURE SPACES: 300
Thrusters (10): 25 [10 Armor]
Externalities (9-4): 85 [0 Armor]​
Weapons: 72​
2 Fore, 2 Starboard, 2 Port, 2 Aft, 2 Dorsal, 2 Ventral S&R Draconic Limited Twin Linked 40mm PDCs
1 Dorsal Multipurpose 32cm Launch Tube​
EW/COM: 5​
D98 Panopticon Installation​
Cargo: 6 Tons​
Life Support (3): 39 [10 Armor]​
Radiators: 10
Water Recycling & Air Filtering: 15
Cabins: 10 (6 Bunk Rooms, 3 Cabins, 1 Officer's Cabin)
Sickbay: 5
Mess Hall: 5​
Command, Control & Communication (2): 5 [10 Armor]
Engines (1): 90 [10 Armor]
ARMERMENT
S&R Draconic Limited PDCs
Range: 0 | Damage: 1 Damage
ROF: 4d10 | Special: +5 to hit Torpedoes

32cm Launch Tube
Range: N/A | Damage: Per torpedo
ROF: 3 per round | Capacity: 17 Torpedoes

MD-82b Armor Piercing Chemical Torpedoes (12)
Special Note: These use high density hydrogen fuel bricks and have an extremely short duration
Acceleration: 20G | Handling: +4
Structure: 3​
Thrusters: -
Externalities (9-4): 1 [Armor 1]​
Weapon: 1​
High Yield Armor Piercing Warhead: 30 damage​
Life Support: -
Command, Control & Communication: -
Engine: 1​

T2-9 Tactical Nuclear Interplanetary Ballistic Missiles (5) [INOPERABLE]
Special Note: These use Zevar drives and have infinite range.
Acceleration: 10G | Handling: +4
Structure: 3​
Thrusters: -
Externalities (9-4): 2​
Weapon: 2​
Tactical Nuclear Warhead: 300 Damage (5km radius)​
Life Support: -
Command, Control & Communication: -
Engine: 1​
Description: A 300 ton warship, the Short Sword comes armed with 12 point defense cannons capable of covering every angle of attack and a 3 tube dorsal mounted torpedo bay, with 20 torpedoes, currently stocked with 15 MD82b antiarmor torpedoes that burn high density hydrogen fuel (making them high speed, short range), and 5 IPBMs with 30 kiloton tactical nuclear warheads. These have Zevar drives. They do not have "range" limitations.
 
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What a delightful dickhead. Let's kill him.

[x] How many brainworms is he willing to renove for that information?

[x] Drag him out back and shoot him three times in the head
 
[x] How many brainworms is he willing to renove for that information?

[X] Tell him absolutely no, not even a little

Bro wants to buy the nukes :rofl:
 
[X] How many brainworms is he willing to renove for that information?
-[x] without causing brain damage upon removal
 
[X] How many brainworms is he willing to renove for that information?
-[x] without causing brain damage upon removal
 
I will admit I haven't played BG3 yet (gasp, I know) I just feel the need to post this ADHD Goes BRRRR moment:

[X] "... Can you even go home?"
 
[X] How many brainworms is he willing to renove for that information?
-[x] without causing brain damage upon removal
[x] Drag him out back and shoot him three times in the head
 
[x] How many brainworms is he willing to renove for that information?
[X] "... Can you even go home?"
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on May 2, 2024 at 7:42 PM, finished with 14 posts and 10 votes.


Roll me a Persuasion (+3) check, DC14!
 
Spooks (2.6)
Your first and immediate gut reaction - maybe one you'd picked up from the CapFor - was to drag this guy out back and put three rounds into his head. Buying a nuclear weapon, giving it to some third sphere maniac terrorist, was one of the big worries of the 6th century PF. It was almost as bad as if someone knew how to make Rods - like, no...a bit better, actually. People could detect a nuke easier than they could detect a Rod. You shook your head, instead trying to play it cool. To play it...quiet. Chill, even. You leaned forward as the Star Wars theme took on ominous undertones.

"...how many brainworms can you yank out for that information?" you asked.

Raphael narrowed his eyes.

"Karlach..." Gale murmured, softly.

"One," Raphael said, smirking slightly. "I can remove one of your...brainworms from your head."

"How?" Gale asked.

"Quite simple, I will plane shift to a universe where some high powered cleric owes me a favor and call in on the debt," Rapahel said, smirking a bit more widely now. His wings settled around his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair. "Seems simple enough - and with one of your, as you say, brainworms removed, the rest of you will be quite motivated to get me into contact with your king, eh?"

You nodded. "...cool, would that work?" you asked, looking at Shadowheart.

She frowned. "A high level medtech - I mean, we have records of them existing before the Fall. So, presumably, they'd exist somewhere in the multiverse. But look at how he ended up getting in here. How is he going to handle getting out?"

Raphael, if he was discomforted by that, didn't show it. You rubbed your temples. "Okay!" you said, sighing quietly. "I'm gonna...we came here to get mercs for the Adventurers." You glanced at Raphael. "Are you interested in being a merc?"

"I don't play mercenary, madam, I hire them," Raphael said, sneering.

"What is your job, anyway?" Wyll asked.

"I am a procurer and diplomat who travels between the worlds to secure and protect the interests of my people," Raphael said, shrugging one shoulder. "I bring hope to the hopeless, possibilities to those without any. I am a...helping hand, you could say."

You narrowed your eyes. "He's a fuckin' spook," you said.

Gale choked on his beer.

"I am a what?" Raphael asked.

"There was this SIA guy that got attached to my platoon once," you said, frowning. "And my friend in squad three broke into his locker? It was pure uncut fucking heroin. At least, that's what the rumor was." You shook your head. "Spooks are nothing but trouble."

"Karlach!" Gale hissed, leaning over, grabbing onto your sleeve. "Karlach, you can't use that..." He glanced around, then hissed. "This room has gnolls in it."

"What?" you whispered

"I don't even know what half of that sentence even means," Raphael spoke over the two of you, sounding like he was beginning to get a headache. Gale, looking somewhat frantic to move the conversation on, nodded hurriedly.

"Quite so! Quite so!" He said, too loudly. Then, honestly curious. "...what's a heroin?"

"Bad news," Wyll said.

"I do hope it doesn't mean woman hero," Gale whispered.

You sighed, then downed the last bit of your beer with a quick jerk of your head, then slammed the glass down. "Aight! Since Raphy here can't help us, and he's stuck here," you said, causing Raphael to look somewhat concerned. "I'm going back to plan A. Which is to see whose here that's interested in fucking some bad guys up."

"Be subtle about it, at least," Astarion said, holding his hand out, palm down.

"I'm a very subtle woman when I want to be," you said, pointing your finger at him. You turned, and found yourself face to titty with Auntie Ethel. You hadn't heard her stalking up behind you, but the floral scent of her went to your head immediately. You blushed, took a step back, almost tripped over Gorby Jr, and then craned your head back as she smirked down at you.

"Now, petal, I think we need to be discussing something in private," she crooned, then shot a look at your party, who all went very tense. You gulped, then turned back, giving them a subtle thumbs up.

This was gonna be just fine.

Shadowheart looked like she couldn't believe you.

***
Auntie Ethel's office had a big glossy mirror in the back of the room that didn't seem to reflect anything in the actual office itself. You didn't like it. But fortunately, Auntie Ethel lounged behind the desk, her legs going up to rest on the corner, and her finger played with a small collection of dangling metal orbs that were hanging from a complicated little swing-device thing. Her fingers made them click and clack as she smirked at you. "So, dearie," she said, warmly. "I have ears everywhere in me little club and I happened to hear very interesting things from your table. You have a Cambion at your table, and a tearing awful need for mercenaries. And wouldn't you look at it!" she spread her arms. "I have me a merry band of cheerful redcaps, oh so eager to make Mardok redder than ever!"

You put those pieces together remarkably fast, considering how distracting her top was.

"Uh..." you said, shifting in your seat, Gorby Jr clicking and whirring. "What are you going to do with Raphy?"

"The Cambion? Nothing my dear," Auntie Ethel said, taking out a nail file. She started to fiddle with it - sliding it under her perfectly manicured, midnight black claws. Snick. Snick. Snick. You realized she was sharpening her claws. "There's many a power in this system that would love to interview a pretty boy like him. Your United States, the Republic of Zeue, the COM-Star Alliance, even those stuffy old dragons. Hell, I'd wager even the Colonials would put forward a bid. And Auntie Ethel is just rightly situated to make the best bang for your buck - you'd never be able to sell him. You can't get him off planet. Hell, you can't get him out of this city."

You frowned.

"And in exchange, you can save all those people you want to protect. It sounds very nice, doesn't it?" Auntie Ethel asked, smiling slightly.

---
What do you say?

[ ] Deal
[ ] No deal
[ ] Ask her about that weird mirror
[ ] Write In
 
Yeah, no. Don't like this one bit. We need a counter offer.

[X] Plan Write-in: Counter-Offer for an introduction to some mercs instead, and a meetup location with her Redcaps to smuggle and sell in the loot from the raid in exchange for us getting the information she is after out of Raphy.
-[X] Use the excuse that he is likely going to be too slippery to be anywhere he doesn't want to be, and Redcaps would attract too much attention to the armory we will be hauling back if the first half of this crew was any indication. The literal honest truth is the last thing we need is to get accused of gun running by the cops because we wiped a holdout of fascist scum off the planet, the omission she doesn't need to hear is that we will be getting a ship out of this raid so her threats are a little hollow.
 
[X] Plan Write-in: Counter-Offer for an introduction to some mercs instead, and a meetup location with her Redcaps to smuggle and sell in the loot from the raid in exchange for us getting the information she is after out of Raphy.
-[X] Use the excuse that he is likely going to be too slippery to be anywhere he doesn't want to be, and Redcaps would attract too much attention to the armory we will be hauling back if the first half of this crew was any indication. The literal honest truth is the last thing we need is to get accused of gun running by the cops because we wiped a holdout of fascist scum off the planet, the omission she doesn't need to hear is that we will be getting a ship out of this raid so her threats are a little hollow.
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on May 4, 2024 at 11:40 PM, finished with 5 posts and 5 votes.

  • [X] Ask her about that weird mirror
    [X] Plan Write-in: Counter-Offer for an introduction to some mercs instead, and a meetup location with her Redcaps to smuggle and sell in the loot from the raid in exchange for us getting the information she is after out of Raphy.
    -[X] Use the excuse that he is likely going to be too slippery to be anywhere he doesn't want to be, and Redcaps would attract too much attention to the armory we will be hauling back if the first half of this crew was any indication. The literal honest truth is the last thing we need is to get accused of gun running by the cops because we wiped a holdout of fascist scum off the planet, the omission she doesn't need to hear is that we will be getting a ship out of this raid so her threats are a little hollow.


No roll!
 
[X] Plan Write-in: Counter-Offer for an introduction to some mercs instead, and a meetup location with her Redcaps to smuggle and sell in the loot from the raid in exchange for us getting the information she is after out of Raphy.
-[X] Use the excuse that he is likely going to be too slippery to be anywhere he doesn't want to be, and Redcaps would attract too much attention to the armory we will be hauling back if the first half of this crew was any indication.
[X] Ask her about that weird mirror
 
The Mirror of Terrible Answers (2.7)
You drummed your fingers on your thighs.

"...so, uh, what's up with the weird mirror?"

Silence. Auntie Ethel watched you, narrowing her eyes. A single bead of sweat started to track its way down the nape of your neck as you gulped slowly. You had mostly just wanted to buy some time to think - cause, well. She had redcaps with guns? She could just take Raphy. But she was offering help in exchange for him? And he was just a spook. but you didn't want to be just as bad as a fucking spook, did you?

Auntie Ethel beamed. "Why don't you take a looksie, Dearie?"

You gulped. "Okay," you said, then stood up. Gorby Jr made a little click-clack noise and started to walk along beside you as you slowly stepped up to the mirror. It was full length and clearly modern - hell, you were pretty sure you had seen this exact make and model in a dorm room once. But the only problem was...the surface was midnight black. It reflected back faint shapes at you, impressions. Not really anything you could see. You cocked your head slowly, then frowned and took a step closer.

As you took a step closer, the shadow shifted and suddenly, you were looking back at yourself.

The other you cocked her head left - which was a neat trick.

Your head was cocked right. You frowned, then stood up.

She slouched more. There was no Gorby Jr. behind her, though. She was wearing a tank top, and she didn't have any CapFor tats on her. "What the fuck?" you asked.

The other you in the mirror grinned at you, wicked fierce sharp teeth. "You godsdamned mark," she said. "You really bought that blood and thunder do or die CapFor bullshit?" She held up her hand, showing you a glittery gold watch. "See this? This is a fuckin' Melf."

"What?" You asked, leaning in. "Those cost four thousand fucking dollars! What the...how the fuck did you get a fucking melf watch?"

The other Karlach snorted. "Fuckin' obvious, you dumbass," she said. "HU pays big bucks for bodies that they can pop squiddies in. Lalune's got a lot of bodies knocking around." The other you slid her hands into her pockets, shrugged. "So, I got hooked up with-"

"With that dipshit Ranes?" you asked, horrified.

"-yeah," she said, snorting. "It just cost my tail for, like, two lame lays and then he got me into contact with this slick elf chick who can make the contracts look nice and legal. I mostly stick to the back country tourist assholes - make it look like they wandered into a mine collapse, oopse, oh no, so sad, no body, no recovery. Then you put em in a one shot cargo launch to the Hive Union habitat and bing bang boom, easy money."

You shook your head. "How the fuck do you sleep at night?"

"With, like, two incredibly hot halfing twins, duh," the mirror you said, snorting as she pulled out an honest to god actual real goddamn Wyiot cigarette, sticking it between her lips. "How the fuck do you sleep at night? Oh, right, like shit."

You glared at her, then turned - and yelped as you found Auntie Ethel was right behind you. Her hands went to her shoulders. "Ah, she has a sharp tongue she does, Petal. Desperation makes one awful cruel - and you have to be so very desperate to brave death and life in such thin armor as a trooper's vac suit." Her hands stroked you gently. "Now, I'm not saying I want you to become like that...other you. But you have to admit. You do deserve more than what you have." You tensed, feeling her finger hooking on your feedline. The faint twitch of the line and its connection to your back made your entire body tingle. Ethel's voice was soft as she whispered in your ear. "Auntie Ethel could give you that, you know. Maybe not a melf watch - I mean, you don't strike me as a girlie who needs to be ostentatious..." Her breath was warm and her voice was soft. "But I can give you more than just hard cash..."

You glowered at the mirror. The reflection was gone - well, not really. It was just showing you and the big fae as she caressed your hair.

"Like what?" you asked.

"Like that little spitfire Githyanki you're mooning over," she said, grinning slightly.

"...how-" you started.

"It's obvious, dearie, for anyone with eyes to see," Ethel drew away, her hand flipping your hair as you flushed and kicked yourself.

"...no, I mean...how would you do that?"

She grinned, turning back. "Why darling, you can bottle love as easily as life, or death, or memory..." She grinned at you. Her teeth were razor sharp. "I have a lot of very interesting helpers who make a great deal of interesting things - and your little Githy-poo is drinking my beer on your tab."

You gulped. "You wouldn't," you said.

"They do say such awful things about love potions in the papers. But the truth is, it does wear off and fairly quickly. But if the feeling is true, if they're just too scared to admit what they feel, it's quite the ice breaker," Ethel said.

"It's a rape drug!" you exclaimed.

Ethel looked honest to gods hurt, like you had just kicked her puppy. "You'd leap straight into the bumpin' and the grindin' without taking your wee lassie on a date? Are you a brute?"

"I...fuck you!" you shouted. "You're the one who-... I...I didn't...I..." She had made it all come out backwards somehow. Like you were the one who...you shook your head, trying to collect your thoughts.

"Fine, fine, don't take my offers of money, or assistance," she said. "...or mercenaries."

Great. Now you had three different things in your head that were all barking at you at once. Your hand went to your one good horn and you scowled at her. "Listen!" you said.

---
[ ] "Fuck you!" (Leave)
[ ] "...I also wanna lay Shadowheart." (Leave)
[ ] "Fine! We'll take the fucking redcaps!"
[ ] "Why the fuck are those watches so godsdamn expensive?"
[ ] Write In
 
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