Yahs Anirys Plasmoid Monk (Way of Mercy) 4 CG
AC: 16 | HP: 32/32 | HD: 3/3 | PP: 13 | Inspiration: No | 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: 2/4
"Cindy Clawford!!! No!" Yahs exclaims as the kitten follows the Gith tumbling down the gravity well. But alas there is nothing she can do as the two flickering lights slowly disappear.
Saddened by the kitten's loss, the plasmoid deckhand can barely muster herself to scrub away the soot and smoke stains of yet another fire manifested aboard the stone ship. That same inner voice that is always yakking in her head, but rarely of any practical use, can't help but mutter about how fortunate she and her cadet companions were that they hadn't been assigned to a more traditional wooden ship. What eventually pulls her out of her malaise is the question of why the gith was so certain Miken was still aboard their ship. There were other questions such as, who was the employer she had mentioned? His fiancee? Parents? Based on what little she knew, both had enough funds and potential resources to add trouble to the Fleet's already rickety situation. And how did they even know she and her crew were infiltrating tyrant territory? Fleet security was a lousy sieve. But she couldn't do anything about that. What she could do was give the ship another complete search.
Under the guise of continued kitten training, now accompanied by Lou and Opal, she does her best to search the entire ship just to make sure Miken wasn't aboard, or any other stowaways or other potential threats.
Perception to Search
Animal Handling for Kitten Training