Bob the Fighter awaits his orders.

[when y'all figure it out, feel free to direct your forces as you like. Note that four dudes (Rokem Sokem, Leeplo, Shifty & 3M Ragnar) are engaged with the klengons -- I'll catch up with them tonight.  The others are more or less at your disposal.

[You haven't really asked about your crew, but I'll cut you slack and fill in a few details: Bob, One-Eye, & Philimon are Warriors.  Sugar Ray Rocketblaster is a Wrestler.  Muruzabal & Prince Abdul are Pioneers.  Shifty is a Criminal.  Wiggy is a Doxy (I use the class for bards, rock stars, jesters, clowns, etc. as well as purveyors of "personal services").  The others are unleveled.

[I've not decided how a full on brawl would go.  Not real keen on rolling 20 attacks and saves, right?  So I'd probably fudge things by assigning random damage to allies and foes not in direct collaboration or confrontation with PCs.  Any suggestions?]

That's how I've always done it for any rpg I've run.  The PC's and NPCs they are fighting get rolls.  The rest of battle royal plays out according to some combination of random rolling (mass battle rules may or may not be useful here) and DM/GM/JM/etc fiat.

Quote from: ttagxamm;256625*[My thought here, Doc, is that Quazarn is under a morbid psychometric cloud.  Feel free to chime in if/when you can but if you don't get a chance he'll just follow Hobson around.  Cool?]

Aces.  Thanks!

Hobson makes his way methodically down the row of lockers.  The first lock he tries comes apart in his hands, but the door itself is stuck tight.  In frustration he bangs the door with his fist...and the next locker down swings open!*  After that Hobson has much better luck, and has four more lockers open in a wink and two shakes.

Sadly he doesn't find much of interest: street clothes, smelly shorts, a few protein bars and a single dented Gold Credit.  There's a spiked morning star in one locker, and a hobling-sized suit of quilted armor in another.**  The only other item of note is a mottled purple melon -- a boomango [i.e. primitive grenade].

There's a sound of singing from the corridor.  "Forsooth," sighs a world-weary Quazarn. "Chief Tallbard!"

*[This Fonzie moment brought to you by a critical success -- Australians know who the Fonz is, yeah?]  
**[would add 33% to your Save, but reduce your movement to 3" and lower your melee ATT by 18%]

As Buck and Creature stumble to the wall, Leeplo launches himself at the klengons, followed by Shifty and Ragnar afoot.  The man-frog's hop takes him clean over the klengon line, and he lands hard on his skinny green tailbone.

The dwarf and the elf acquit themselves better.  Shifty tumbles toward a startled klengon, grabbing his beard and swinging onto his shoulders.  With a wicked smirk the gremlin-sized elf jabs his thumbs into the klengon's eyes.  The klengon throws him off but the scrappy elf rebounds like a spring.

The barrel-chested and bony-kneed dwarf Triple Muscles Ragnar crashes fist first into another klengon, who crumples like a candy wrapper.  Unfortunately two others gang up on the dwarf, one landing a solid leg kick and the other slugging him in the gut.  Ragnar falls back but he keeps his feet.

Bob, still waiting for his orders, looks worried.

"GET..EM..BOB!" Creature yells at the bewildered Bob.

"Well, we in this or not boys?  I'm not calling the shots around here anymore...all I do is get us into a jam!"

??

Quote from: ttagxamm;257103Hobson makes his way methodically down the row of lockers.  The first lock he tries comes apart in his hands, but the door itself is stuck tight.  In frustration he bangs the door with his fist...and the next locker down swings open!*  After that Hobson has much better luck, and has four more lockers open in a wink and two shakes.

Sadly he doesn't find much of interest: street clothes, smelly shorts, a few protein bars and a single dented Gold Credit.  There's a spiked morning star in one locker, and a hobling-sized suit of quilted armor in another.**  The only other item of note is a mottled purple melon -- a boomango [i.e. primitive grenade].

There's a sound of singing from the corridor.  "Forsooth," sighs a world-weary Quazarn. "Chief Tallbard!"

*[This Fonzie moment brought to you by a critical success -- Australians know who the Fonz is, yeah?]  
**[would add 33% to your Save, but reduce your movement to 3" and lower your melee ATT by 18%]

I answer the door, taking the symbiote repellent if that's what he's come for.

Quote from: wulfgar;257156"GET..EM..BOB!" Creature yells at the bewildered Bob.

Quote from: Rondo;257238"Well, we in this or not boys?  I'm not calling the shots around here anymore...all I do is get us into a jam!"

With a small frown of concern Bob turns smartly and jogs back to the other fighters, shouting for them to charge the klengons.  

He and One-Eye Malone lead the way, with Philimon and the Ape Sultan close behind.  Mad Muruzabal finishes assembling an odd contraption, a circular cage of bamboo strung with lodestones which attaches to her belt and covers her upper body.  Tugging a whipcord she sets the cage to spinning and stalks into battle, shouting Amazon curses as she goes.

If Creature looks like he's going to be okay, Zarko will join the others in their assault on the Klengons. The more the merrier, he guesses. (If Creature needs defending, of course, he'll stay...)

Initiative: 14 (woo-hoo!)
Attack: 90 (whoops...) out of 55 -- miss
Saving Throw: 13 (probably need it...) out of 37 -- made under half!

Quote from: ttagxamm;257103There's a sound of singing from the corridor.  "Forsooth," sighs a world-weary Quazarn. "Chief Tallbard!"

Quote from: Age of Fable;257256I answer the door, taking the symbiote repellent if that's what he's come for.

"Here now, let's take care of that symbiote problem.  We'll have it licked in no time!" pipes the Chief, brandishing what looks like a caulking gun.  

He looks askance at Quazarn, sulking near the door.  "Haven't you got manacles for the prisoner?  Pin his arms, man, before his unleashes his hoodoo!"

"Oh, he won't be any trouble. He knows I'm the fastest crossbow in Hoblingdom."

"Hrmm.  It's a little out of tune," mulls the Chief, "Not the way I'd handle him.  But he doesn't look very dangerous."  Tallbard waves a hand in front of Quazarn's glazed over eyes, and snaps his fingers near the warlock's ear.  "He's gone flat as a bent sackbutt.  You won't fool us, cheater!  Now, officer...what was your name again?  Let's get to it, see what he knows."

The Chief undoes the top two buttons of his uniform and begins rolling up his sleeves.

Buck looks at Creature trying to determine his state of health.  He's not going to leave his side until he's in condition to defend himself.  He looks up to his comrade Zarko heading the direction of the melee.  "How you feeling, buddy?", he asks Creech.

(assuming that Zarko has started that direction of course, otherwise Zarko and I are looking Creature over and see how he's doing...see if we can get responses from him, etc.)