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Sephos never knew what to do when he was touched by another troll. It was a rare enough occurance that he hadn't quite figured it out yet, and the circumstances had always been too mixed - both aggressive and not - to get a handle on what touch generally meant. This was not aggressive touch, so, he didn't flinch away or react, he did... feel. Things. Things he'd never really felt of the grumbly, quiet, stern Rastin before.

But, after a blink of hesitation, Sephos did take the offered hand. "Yeah." he said. Rastin was right - they would be overwhelmed alone. And, though Sephos was not alone with Maku, he felt safer with the both of them nearby.

Another bot - already heavily damaged - attempted to get to them, it's gait purposeful and stern as only beurocratic metal could be. It was quickly tossed away by Maku, who agreed that they should probably go.

But where? The bots were everywhere even when they weren't malfunctioning. There was really nowhere to escape them that Sephos could think of. But maybe just moving would help. "Maybe if we go that way...?" he said, starting uncertainly in a direction.

Rastin continued to struggle against the robot pinning him against the wall, but didn't seem to be having much luck. He kept glancing over to Sephos and Maku, to see if they'd gone, and noticed a robot heading toward them. Despite his position, he shouted out to the robot.

"There's a form missing on your clipboard!" He called, hoping that this would be good enough of a distraction. Surprisingly, the robot turned a complete 180 toward him and rushed over to show him the forms. However, it soon started to make strange noises and started slapping him across the face with it's clipboard. It shut down quickly afterward, but not before leaving Rastin with a bloody nose.

HP: 4/20
- 3 HP (Taking 1 extra dmg per roll until a support power is used because of this post)
2 damage dealt

By this point, Rastin was trying to convince himself that he was in some kind of nightmare and that, if he fell asleep, he'd wake up back at home without any of this having been real. He knew this was just a bid to defend himself from the reality of the situation, but if he could at least protect his mind, the resulting trauma from this experience would be a little less dramatic. He struggled, pitifully now, against the red tape and robot arms assailing him, and could scarcely cry out as another robot began slapping him with their clipboard.

The next thing he knew, he was laying in a pile of scrap metal and couldn't breathe out of his nose. He proceeded to lay there, stunned, and stared helplessly up at the ceiling. The robots were gone, along with his will to fight much longer.

HP: 0/20 (He's down, folks)
- 3 HP (Taking 1 extra dmg per roll until a support power is used because of this post)
1 damage dealt

Mahmud HADILL SESHAT is fighting the BUREAUCRAT BOTS

And why, pray tell would they not accept their fate? Because there was more to live for. More to this life than living in fear of a hunk of metal! There was fighting to be done, battles to be won, Harpommy had to get Mahmud back to the resting blocks for a reasonable bedtime!

The robot however was not reasonable. Any attempts to reason with it only lead to pain, oh so much pain. It just kept shouting in his poor little face until the boy started sobbing. What was a double reacharound command error? How about a file 28915b sec24c? Who knew. Only this hunk of metal did.



HP: 11- 1 = 10
ON FIRE
Damage dealt: 1 + 0 = 1

Poeias Claudy & Lanata
HP: 18/40

He started crying again. Poe really didn't like this constricting feeling, being tied up. It was too tight! He felt like his air sacs would burst, and he wanted to be free! Lanata was struggling against the bots, ramming them out of the way as she started tearing up the red tape to free her charge. There, there, it'll be all right Poeias. She nuzzled his side gingerly, letting him cry into her wool. He sniffled, and seemed to cheer up a bit.

"Lanata, do you know why you can always trust a calculator?" He asked, wiping his face against her. No, sweetie. Why?
"Because you can always count on it!"
Poe dealt 1 damage to the bureaubots.
-1 HP per roll

Leeroi attacks the bureaubots!
HP: 11/20 (1 ongoing dmg)
DMG: 6

Leeroi continued to flail, more and more bureaucrat bots piling on top of him in an attempt to subdue the blueblood. Perhaps he had been a touch more violent then the rest, but he just wanted to shut down the robots so they could be fixed. Instead, he was being subdued like he was a child. Thrashing wildly, Leeroi let out a horrible yell. Not even his lusus could contain him, and these bots were definitely not his lusus.

He grabbed hold of two robot arms, teeth curling into a snarl. With a deliberate slowness, he ripped the arms from their sockets, sparks of lightning sputtering dangerously close to his head. With a successful cheer, he collected the bounty of arms and held them in the air. "WHO WANTS SOME?" He challenged the bots, waving the arms madly.

HP: 38/40 (lusus)
Damage: 2 at Bureaucratic bots
1 ongoing damage each roll until support power is used and the flames are put out.

"Help!" She'd done her best to wrap up and start running but Tevini wasn't very coordinated. A pair of robotic hands scooped her up with ease and the redblood felt her pumpbiscuit begin to pound. Had she really been caught so easily? She felt ridiculous, how pathetic was that? The older rebels had even tried to train her to be more prepared, more reactive than this. Cerpin's face- gog she felt so ashamed and angry at herself. There had to be something she could do!

"You can't do this! It's a-a violation of B234G43!" The redblood shouted at the bot, grasping for straws. She'd done her best to memorize the conduct handbook in case anything happened- maybe it would come in handy now! It seemed to make the bot freeze, which allowed Tevini a few seconds to try and struggle free. Then as she finished prying it's fingers off, the thing exploded in her face. Screaming, the girl dropped to the floor to try and avoid the worst of the damage but teared up from the pain as her apron and the edges of her hair had caught fire.

"Nooo!" Scuttle had given her that apron! He was hidden in the other room, being a fairly recognizable lusus she'd had to disguise him as a table. He was limited by door size and could only follow her so far through the facility. Trying to beat the flames off herself, Tevini whimpered in pain.

Leeroi attacks the bureaubots!
HP: 9/20 (1 ongoing dmg)
DMG: 1

Taking a page out of Hemera's non-lethal tactics, Leeroi approached one of the bureaucratic bots with a snide but relatively calm demeanor, save for the severed robot arms in his hands. "Goodness," he cooed, stroking the robot's cheek with its brethren's arm. "You just have the most fantastic fingers for penmanship."

The robot sputtered, clearly confused and embarrassed at the development. Without wasting a second to take his opening, Leeroi swung both limbs in towards the robot, smacking the robot's face on both sides with a delightful clang. Satisfied and humored by his work, Leeroi looked for a new target.