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Lanceian rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:37 am
The moss spilled in there as the tentacle, Martian in tow, pierced the 26th floor. Dropping him in the middle Moss flowed up the walls and coated the room. Focusing hard, and injected himself twice fold, he over channeled the moss and began to create a wall below the 27th floor, pushing up. He screamed as he forced more and more moss to grow, forcing more pressure, with any luck the floor would pop up, and smash the robot strait into the ceiling.
(big money!)
(*sigh* thats a 17+8=25)
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shouting obscenities rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:37 am
As Vincent lay on the ground, he was certain that he felt a bit of moss brush his back. "Moss? No..." He instantly grasped Martian's plan. Vincent immediately ran forward as fast as he could, hoping to move as far away from Squadron as possible. If Martian was doing what he thought he was doing, he needed the distance.
However, as he reached the back of the room (compared to the window), he noticed that he was still clutching that hammer. It couldn't hurt to use it as a distraction, and so Vincent threw it as hard as he could, crying, "Construction mimicry...nailgun!"
(And the power of the hammer toss is...23 crying The gaia dice REALLY hate me.)
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Nightz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:37 am
[[Take into account that this is an emulated Desert Eagle.I doubt a fifty caliber armor-pircing sabo round wouldn't be affected by a sturdy table very much. And yeah. The wall failed, like I said. It's made to be a speed bump, so that the firesuit would work.
Rolling for dodge.
14+19=33]]
Gizmo's face felt the searing heat first, and most intesnely. The smell of burnt sugar filled the air as his wall was dissolved, incinerated. He took no severe injury, the firesuit absorbong the remaining damage. Wary of another attack, he fled towards a break-room looking area, where he hid behind a tough-looking, leather couch.
The electric attack came while he was running for the couch, he did his best to nimbly sidestep it as he ran for cover.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:41 am
((Yes, but Desert Eagles and other high velocity ammunition are very susceptible to shifts in pressure, etc. When hitting a sudden shift in pressure, a bullet like that shatters.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:47 am
((I'm going to say it'll take ,with my crappy roll, 2 turns for my attack to finish. Thus giving you one action before the room goes trash compactor.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:49 am
((Just asking, Are you doing this to the whole floor, or just where the 'lab' would be? if you were doing the whole floor, I'd be inclined to say "No, you can't." Due to A, it's a freakin' building, a whole freakin' building floor, and B, Joseph's request that you don't demolish his buildings.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:51 am
(Just the lab room, not the whole floor.)
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Arcturus Highwind rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:56 am
((Dice roll for defense.))
Squadron picked up the man throwing the hammer. It was hard to miss, with him yelling out some inane battle cry as he threw. His hand snapped up, attempting to catch the object mid-flight. (Thus the diceroll.)
The floor started to shift under him. It was rising, just a few inches. Picking up speed as Mozz got a hold of the lab.
Joseph, a double cross.
Hammer in hand (Or not), he started sprinting for the lab door, his hand reaching out towards the keypad that controlled it.
((If the diceroll fails, Squadron takes a hit. Not a hard one, since it was meant as a distraction, after all. Minor damage, shaken, little wobbly as it ran.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:58 am
((Relative to us, which direction are you running?))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:59 am
The elevator door opens.
Out steps what appears to be a human. A naked one. With no hair, no coloring in thier eyes, and frighteningly no genitalia. Anyone seeing it would probably be freaked out, or something.
Skittering behind the humanoid form, a small spider like robot comes, about the size of a baseball.
Turning it's head towards the combat, Worker analyzes the situation quickly, moving to where his systems show the secret robotics lab would be.
"According to survellience and systems, current conflict should be here. First objective, assist Grabowski. Second, deter enemy attacks. commence operation."
And with that, he opened the door, putting the keycode in from his side...
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:59 am
Peter watched the fight in somewhat of a sad state. Not exactly a veteran of combat, he didn't know much of what to do in the middle of a fight as chaotic as this.
Well it seemed like the rest of his teammates were going with throwing s**t at him, so best to follow suit.
A big stack of papers left his bag. The sounds of crumpling quickly ensued. The result? One helluva big paper ball.
Grabbing the ceiling of the helicoptor for stability, he dropped it in front of him, letting it almost descend toward the floor before hauling back and kicking it.
He'd always been rather good at soccer.
The ball rocketed off the ratty edge of his cheap dress shoe, flying straight away from the helicopter, through the air between it and the building, through the window, and straight toward its intended target.
While it flew, it underwent a rather unsual transformation. The air seemed to pull at its edges, elongating the ball into an oval and then a cylinder, then an extremely thin cone. Finally it smoothed into something reminicent of a spear or javelin.
The missile flew true toward Squadron, even compensating for his sudden movement.
Peter frowned. Running away? That wouldn't do.
The spear moved just so. If the robot managed to dodge it, an unlikely event from Peter's inexperienced judgement, it would hit the keypad. Contrary to popular belief, if one of those things was completely wrecked, the door very rarely opened.
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Kellindel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:01 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:01 am
Gizmo had his eye trained on Squadron, and watched the exchange between the two, he was careful. This time, he took his time with the shot. He followed his move with one smooth swivel, and then, time stood still for a second. Gizmo took a breath, helf half of it in, and fired his shot at the keypad. After this inital careful shot, he took one more, just to be safe.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:02 am
((Opposite you. I'll make the judgment call that the window would be north face, so the door south.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 4:04 am
((So he's near Vincent and away from Nightz and Kell. He's running away from the window as well.))
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