Yahs Anirys Plasmoid Monk (Way of Mercy) 4 CG
AC: 16 | HP: 32/32 | HD: 3/3 | PP: 13 | Inspiration: Yes | Speed: 40 ft | GP: 60
Str 11 (0) Dex 18 (4) Con 12 (1) Wis 16 (3) Int 11 (0) Cha 9 (-1)
Attacks: Spear (P)1d20+6;1d6+4 | Unarmed(B) 1d20+6;1d4+4 | Sling(B)1d20+6;1d4+4 | Quarterstaff-Mop(B) 1d20+6;1d6+4
Magic: Sacred Flame (DEX vs DC13; 1d8) | Shield of Faith(Bonus; +2AC) | Ki Pool: 4/4
Yahs watched the others depart with more than a little suspicion. Her leatherworking tools safely returned to the airtight bag at the bottom of her bucket, she pondered all that she had learned and eventually shared with the Captain. She had her suspicions, but none of them really amounted to any kind of actual proof. So as the massive disk with its single spire of rock approached she put the matter out of her mind. Focused instead on her training and duties. Work that was paying off as her reflexes grew quicker, her mind calmer. The matter of the saboteurs was for the higher ups in Fleet to deal with the problem now. She hoped more effectively than they had dealt with all the issues up to now.
Letting her visual nerves adjust to the dim H'Canthan light, the plasmoid steps forward. "I can take the lead Captain." She says forgetting that Celsior was no longer Captain. Readying her trusty mop, she sets out at a comfortable sliding slither along the meteorites trail. Her eye stalks extended to watch for any sign of curious beholders.
Perception if needed