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Vroom starts taking what things aren't cemented to the ground that the team has not given notice to, and what no one would notice is gone.

Back to the chop shop with some of this junk...

Was fun playing with everyone! :D

:D

Thanks for GMing!

Vroom Boom ready to Fwoom

Vroom decides to be thorough, and torch the remains of the green slime after they move the android.

"Can never be too safe, right?"

"OI! DID YOU AT LEAST CLEAN THIS SHIV, YOU F@#$ING PRICK?!" Vroom is now angry, and unless told otherwise, will not be taking prisoners. He quick draws his Utility Welder and attacks right back!

Utility Welder Attack 1: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 5
Utility Welder Damage Fire/Electric: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Utility Welder Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 18
Utility Welder Damage Fire/Electric: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Vroom heads in, sees what is going on, and flips.
"EAT HOT FIERY JUDGEMENT!"

He blasts the android with the Flame Rifle.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 = 15
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Vroom heads to the northwest door, flame rifle at the ready, smoke bomb ready for a quick draw.

"Let's do this."

Vroom follows up behind Freeman incase the corpse does anything or something pops out, flame rifle at the ready.

Vroom just remains on guard duty while everyone else rests up.

Sorry I couldn't help much when taming Freeman.

Vroom shares this information with his team, then activates his environmental protection from his armor if in the event whatever he is entering is hostile.

He then strides forward, coming up to the doors.

He waits for his allies before proceeding to open any.

"Is someone just eating a bunch of oranges here or something?" Vroom comments on the smell.

He takes a look at the energy field, wondering what it may be.

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Vroom reloads his petrol tank and gets his flame rifle ready. He wheels himself over to the hallway and looks down it.

Vroom doesn't know much of medical help either.
"I'll stay alert, in case any more of them show up."

"Kill it with fire!" Vroom quick draws his Flame Rifle, guarded steps over for a clearer shot, and torches the slime.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Petrol Capacity: 10/20
Petrol Inventory: 2/2

Vroom tries again to disarm the Dwarf.

Disarm DC22: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Nope :D

Vroom moves up to Freeman and tries to remove the weapon from him.

Melee: Disarm Check DC22: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Gonna need to roll higher on the dice to do that. Better than being lethal with my tactics at least.

Vroom has a limited arsenal to stop the now enraged Bones. Most of his arsenal is meant to kill, and the only weapon that won't is a hand made smoke bomb. He starts quickly looking around for some kind of cable or rope that he could get and try to tie the rampaging dwarf up with.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

"Well, now is as good as any time to panic." Vroom says.
No life science here. :( I feel like this adventure was not the best choice for the little homicidal Bantrid.

"Sorry mate. No can do for me." Vroom shrugs.

Apologies for silence yesterday. I gave blood and am kind of just in a weird state.

Vroom follows up, smoke grenade at the ready.

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
"Lots of neglect... Maintenance has been gone for weeks... Yeah this obviously a scam shoot." Vroom wheels around in a circle. "Well. Shall we enter?"

"So... Don't kill..." Vroom looks at his arsenal, all designed for exactly that. "I'm going to need about 10 minutes."

Within those 10 minutes he gathers random bits of scrap and garbage and wires it all together to make a Stickybomb MK1.

Per the Bombard Soldier Specialization: Grenade Expert.
"If in the dire event we can't talk to them well but need to subdue them, of course."

"Well this was the easiest rescue ever then." Vroom starts laughing, then stops immediately. "No, seriously. What the hell is going on?"

Vroom decides to take one of those semi-automatic tactical pistols for himself. "Always wanted to shoot someone with a bullet as well as fire and explosives!"

"I like it when someone surrenders, it makes it easier." Vroom looks to everyone else who has social skills. "A good pirate must accept a parley, after all."

He begins ransacking all the other bodies for loot.

Vroom Boom heads on in, Flame-Rifle at the ready! He rushes up and blasts it at the eastern enemy!

Flame Rifle: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

"Otherwise I can make an explosive and we could just breach. If things get drastic anyways." Vroom offers.

"Got nothin' better to do." Vroom agrees, and follows along.

I've been of minimal help here except the workouts, so I know the pain lol TT_TT

"Best place to start, anyways." Vroom agrees.

That doesn't equate to a rescue for Fame! D:

"On my good days, I can go unseen. Not certain if this is one of them though."

Stealth is +3.

Vroom stands by, reading the brochure the entire time.

Just checking in. I don't have much I can do for social except lie.

Sorry, Vroom's ADHD-style makes him lousy at keeping attention to details. :(

Back from a Con! Ready to jump back in.

"Oh yes, my life is full of trauma and I need all the help I can get!" Vroom Boom takes a pamphlet.

I am sincerely hoping someone else tries a Diplomacy to fix this first.

Vroom looks up at the Ysoki. "Well.. Now that they are located, perhaps we can get back to the investigation? Or another work out?"

Vroom wheels in place as part of a victory dance, then follows suit.

Vroom Boom will gladly compete!
First Competition
Vroom Boom shows off his strength, as the little Bantrid starts lifting!
Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Showing off that awesome prowess of strength, Vroom doesn't even break a sweat.

Second Competition
Athletics 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Athletics 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Athletics 3: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

And once again, Vroom Boom shows off that he is a runner and athlete at heart! Total is 67

Sprinting Race
Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Total Result is 43

Vroom catches up with Zaldekan. "Well, I am unfortunately not as good at investigation as I am at other talents. Did you find out anything?"

Vroom, after hearing that is the extent of her woes, rolls away backwards slowly on his spherical foot while not addressing it any further.

After that he catches up to Krara. "Apparently that lady's woes are that the game-sesh with Horundo was cancelled."

Vroom Boom goes over tot he Korasha Lashunta resting in the chair. "Hey, are you ok?"

Vroom follows through the double doors with Zaldekan.

"I have to agree with you there, Zaldekan. No job is perfect. Seems rather fishy."

Vroom Boom also keeps his weapons away on his person. "Hey look, no trouble, I am like you myself. I was rescued from the Scoured Stars by a Nuar by the name of Duhm Kaoh, he helped me find a job. Anyone here is willing to help you."
Aid Another Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Vroom Boom, having the diplomatic tact of a toaster in a bathtub, decides the best option is to follow Krara as well.

"Yeah... I don't have a clan per-say..." The Bantrid says, rocking back and forth. "But I can get ya and understand just fine."

"Maybe I should check out this Respite for myself sometime after the mission. I was a Scoured Stars rescuee myself also."

Vroom Boom is also uncultured, and thus has no more to contribute until getting to the Respite.

Vroom reads over the message and stops his disassembly, to which a few of the other scrappers, a Ysoki, Skittermander, and Vesk, look up at him in confusion. "What's the matter, Boomer?"

Vroom looks up to the rest of them. "Gonna need some time off. Got an urgent message." Three of the scrappers come over and look at his screen. One of them taking out a cigarette that they have been puffing on. "How the hell did they know this would get to you?!" The smoker says in bafflement.

"Who knows, who cares? Big pay-day comes from these guys, and that will get a good scoping on some 'quality' models." Vroom then takes off, without another word.

The other scrappers who were staying behind continue looking in confusion, before the screen blips out. "Hey if he can get a good haul back then the boss'll be happy." The Vesk says, getting back up and returning to work.

"Make it count, Boomer!"

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Vroom speeds his way to the Downlow, covered in explosives, firearms, flame weapons, and looking like a little Bantrid Rambo. Rolling as fast as he can on his strange spinner ball that is the foot of the Bantrid.

Sharp turns through the district, the Downlow too familiar to him. He has taken a fair number of hoverbikes here from uptight snobbish gang-members from the Upside Kings. The Exo-Guardian compound looms before him just ahead. He zooms even faster to the compound, to which he sees that the level he is on would require a jump to get into the entrance. He circles around and finds a ramp, to which he throws himself at full speed!

Flying into an open window, Vroom lands to the shock and surprise of some of the people inside. Zigvigix, however, seems to have been expecting this entrance.
"The name is Vroom, and I make it go boom!" He says, as he whips out his flame rifle in his appendages.