Back in the arena, Buck notices that Rokem Sokem is acting a little odd.  The boxing droid rolls in tight circles on its single tire, and its optical sensors blink rapidly.  The LED readouts on Rokem's chest plate begin to glow red...

"I CAN NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE LET ME AT THEM I WILL KNOCK THEIR BLOCKS OFF I WILL MURDERIZE THEM"

Quote from: ttagxamm;255495"I like the sound of that!  Let's slow down a bit though."  The Chief continues strutting toward you.  "I don't think I recognize you, officer.  What precinct you from?"

"Well, keep it under your hat, but I'm actually on secondment from the Hobling Imperial Guards. Special arrangement, bit hush-hush. This fellow is accused of a series of major pie thefts."

I'll try and stand back a bit to minimise the danger of him noticing my uniform is fake.

Quote from: Age of Fable;255514I'll try and stand back a bit to minimise the danger of him noticing my uniform is fake.

[Just to reiterate, he's still a fair bit off, though hustling toward you.  You are nearer the lounges than he, for the moment (Not trying to be leading, just making sure my descriptions have given you a fair picture of the situation).]

Quote from: ttagxamm;255495"I like the sound of that!  Let's slow down a bit though."  The Chief continues strutting toward you.  "I don't think I recognize you, officer.  What precinct you from?"

Quazarn's wit is quick -- the speed of his thoughts is envied by even the Speed-Demons of Lambore Guinea!  Thus --

-- he clutches his gut!  "HAAAAAGHHHH!" he cries out, doubling over in a perfect mimicry of a man tortured!  "AAAGH!  THE SYMBIOTE!  IT'S--"

He flops down upon Hobson.  "Officer, you have to -- quickly, before it --"

Silently, Quazarn prays to Thooptia The Maladroit, Patron Goddess of the Quick-Witted, that Hobson is as clever as he.

"Again with the symbiote?" I roll my eyes at the Chief, in a 'Symbiotes huh? Am I right?' kind of way, and make as if to leave.

Quote from: wulfgar;255439Creature feints high to get the Klengon's shield up and then snaps off a kick to the knee.

The klengon throws a few short jabs but Creature backs out of his range.  Creature feints an overhand right, but Tumek isn't fooled.  The klengon blocks the kick with his shield and throws his weight forward, trying to upend the 'stein.  Creature hops on his back leg once, twice, finds his footing, and thrusts his kicking leg forward, knocking Tumek to the ground.  Once again the klengon rolls to his feet, but more slowly this time.

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;255580Quazarn's wit is quick -- the speed of his thoughts is envied by even the Speed-Demons of Lambore Guinea!  Thus --

-- he clutches his gut!  "HAAAAAGHHHH!" he cries out, doubling over in a perfect mimicry of a man tortured!  "AAAGH!  THE SYMBIOTE!  IT'S--"

He flops down upon Hobson.  "Officer, you have to -- quickly, before it --"

Silently, Quazarn prays to Thooptia The Maladroit, Patron Goddess of the Quick-Witted, that Hobson is as clever as he.

Quote from: Age of Fable;255592"Again with the symbiote?" I roll my eyes at the Chief, in a 'Symbiotes huh? Am I right?' kind of way, and make as if to leave.

"Symbiote, is it?  Terrible for my voice if it's catching..." He chews his mustache, then nods manfully, "Still and all, no way to get around it.  The warlock has to be questioned.  Got to get right to the bottom of the situation, eh officer?  If worst comes to worst I'm sure I've got Symbiote Repellent in my office.  Try to be prepared for whatever happens, you know."

"Yes...indeed." I salute and take my leave.

"Yo..momma..so..hairy..when..you.was.kid...lost..in..her..armpit....FOUR..days"

Creature plows into the Klengon with his shield and tries to knock him off his feet.

Attack: 96% HIT
Damage: 10
Save: 40 SAVE

Stepping back out of reach the klengon crouches low.  When Creature charges in with his shield Tumek leaps to the side, flinging sand in Creature's face.  As the frankenstein lumbers past Tumek elbows him in the neck.

"Yield, man-thing!  Kneel before me and I may spare you."

[2 HP damage.]

Quote from: ttagxamm;255505Back in the arena, Buck notices that Rokem Sokem is acting a little odd.  The boxing droid rolls in tight circles on its single tire, and its optical sensors blink rapidly.  The LED readouts on Rokem's chest plate begin to glow red...

"I CAN NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE LET ME AT THEM I WILL KNOCK THEIR BLOCKS OFF I WILL MURDERIZE THEM"

Zarko notices this, also, and moves in to intervene.

I have a Machine Friend of 40, so I'm gonna try that first: 72. Okay, maybe not.

In that case, I'm gonna try to "aim" Rockemsockem at the most dangerous looking Klengon over there, so if he goes off, we might get lucky and take out a real dangerous one.

Quazarn barks at the (legitimate) cop.  "REPELLENT?!  WELL GO GET IT, YOU FOOL!"  He clutches his chest, his stomach, his throat.  "GET ALL OF IT!"

[Command Roll: 92 FAIL]

"Yes, that's right...just come on, we'll go get your repellent" I say to Quazarn in a 'humouring him' voice.

"He'll be right in a few minutes" I say to the Chief.

Quote from: Coffee;255789Zarko notices this, also, and moves in to intervene.

I have a Machine Friend of 40, so I'm gonna try that first: 72. Okay, maybe not.

In that case, I'm gonna try to "aim" Rockemsockem at the most dangerous looking Klengon over there, so if he goes off, we might get lucky and take out a real dangerous one.

Zarko fails to find a calming toggle or vari-mood dial on the 'droid, but is able to aim it for the meanest looking klengon.  Rokem Sokem begins to spin side to side on it's vertical axle.  A tin whistle pops out of a hatch on its shoulder, wailing like a far-off locomotive.

[NOTE on USAGE OF PERCENTILE ABILITIES: While it's perfectly acceptable to just throw dice on a skill you feel is appropriate, feel free to include any description of what specific action you're taking as well.  It's possible you may hit on something that will help your roll -- maybe even make it unnecessary.

[In addition, outside of combat you aren't obligated to automatically roll dice just because there's a relevant skill.  If you just want to tell me what you say or do that's cool -- If I decide a dice roll is required I'll let you know.

[Keep in mind, anytime you go to the dice you've got a 1 in 20 chance of a critical mishap for all but your most exceptional skills -- and even skill ratings above 100 risk a critical goof on a roll of 00]

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;255827Quazarn barks at the (legitimate) cop.  "REPELLENT?!  WELL GO GET IT, YOU FOOL!"  He clutches his chest, his stomach, his throat.  "GET ALL OF IT!"

[Command Roll: 92 FAIL]

"Hrm, now listen up and listen good, conehead.  You're in no position to order anyone around, least of all me!  I'm #1 around here, top of the food chain, and you are just another cheating little bottom-feeder."

Quote from: Age of Fable;255838"Yes, that's right...just come on, we'll go get your repellent" I say to Quazarn in a 'humouring him' voice.

"He'll be right in a few minutes" I say to the Chief.

Mollified by Hobson's words the Chief nods, "Take charge, Officer.  Get his back up against the wall and make 'im sing soprano!  I'll go get that repellent and I'll be back before you can say 'inappropriate use of force!' "

OOC:

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;255580Silently, Quazarn prays to Thooptia The Maladroit, Patron Goddess of the Quick-Witted, that Hobson is as clever as he.

[Guy down at Qwik-N-EZ Oil Change & Pantheon Tune-Ups: "So yer tellin' me yer patron a' Quick-Wits is Thoopcha th' Mal-adroit?  See now, there's yer problem!"]