Rolled 3, 17, 2, 14, 14, 1 = 51 (6d20)
>>6084096"The man bops his head rhythmically and wiggles his fingers expectantly, without turning around to face his assistant, "scalpel."
Seconds pass, the wiggling stops. He clears his throat and tries a little louder: "...Ahem. Scalpel, please, nurse."
Still nothing.
With a heavy and frustrated sigh, the mortician throws his gloves to the floor, rips off his headphones, clenches his eyes and teeth shut, and begins massaging the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other hand on his hip.
"Nurse. How. Many. Times... Have we been over this??? I need UTTER CONCENTRATION WHEN I AM WORKING!!!"
Autumnstein belts out lyrics to an echoing, no-longer-sterile, dimly-lit floor, voice buzzing out of the discarded headphones for nobody now.
The machine learning and internal biological struggles of Beanstalk stops for a second to recognize that this yappy D-Medic was politely asking for a scalpel. We can do that.
Rolls 1-3:
>Impact Driver (with Scalpel) into the mortician's brain>Unleash the IFV Gatling at the doctors watching in horror, hunt them down.>Climb up the stairs and eradicate all non-AKSG equipment and lifeforms in the building. Meanwhile on the VTOL, Ravishing Jack writes an ode to the presumed successful Invasion of KhaieBalkh. Internal subwoofers deployed. Violin, harp and drum swaying. Artificial intelligence files of a cheerful Italiano tenor are hastily scanned, and the crooning begins.
"There once was a lad
With a claw for a hand
Who dec'mated
A tiny land
KhaieBalkh, KhaieBalkh,
Jewel of Venus,
We took her with gatling,
ASS, and impact penis
For the glory of Dream'r,
For the Dough of Dill,
Many were reamed and
Laid to rest 'pon this hill
KhaieBalkh, KhaieBalkh!
Where we drilled through coarse rock
Our foes, they all fell
One by one from hors-"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY! I'M TRYING TO DOCK INSIDE THE SKYTAXI LANDING BAY" -3L
"Oh. My bad." -4L
After touching down on the SkyTaxi, Dill zings into Baboon's interface and gives him the next directives: "You're not getting off that easy, Jack. See those emergency drop pods on the SkyTaxi? Take one and redeploy. This invasion's not over yet. Get back out there, that's an order. Dreamer, out."
Rolls 4-6:
>Begin transmitting the song "Tiny Land" by the commercially licensed artist "Ravishing Jack Suvarnaphumi" on K.B. colony radio waves to bolster our morale, and devastate the enemy's.>Re-deploy Jack into the thick of the battle with a drop pod. Please drop me wherever a team is having trouble or where it would be narratively appreciated by you or other players - or alternatively, re-deploy to a radio tower if he couldn't get his song on the radio in the earlier roll>Jankily Repaired Auto Turret Roll 