Rolled 12, 9, 6, 1 = 28 (4d20)
>>6089507>>6089963Facing a choice between 5 plot-related songs, I chose cancer instead.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNDkotjU4fAWith everything inside the warehouse dead - enough - four short, hooded figures emerged from the shadows. Wrapped from head to smoke in robes and wearing expensive-looking leather jackets that had "SHADOW WIZARD PIT STOP GANG" emblazoned all over them, the sketchy characters didn't so much as introduce themselves before they began stripping the gunned-down cars for parts, which they attached to Bed Dragon's exoskeleton with what looked like WD40 and magic. The psychotic merc swung his sword in protest but was quickly pacified and thrown onto his back by two pumped-up wizards with threateningly glowing red eyes, while the other two donned welding masks and attached wheels to the mobile frame they had built, all in record time of 36 seconds. After that, it was down to adjusting the microengines and connecting cables.
When the job was done, the team pulled Bed Dragon up to his feet and gave him a push so he'd test the new rig. The merc barely saved himself from driving into a wall, and when he turned around, ready to beat the living shit out of his highly suspicious assailants, they were no longer there. Just an ugly half-burnt note covered in what looked like a kindergartener's scribblings, which said "We will come to collect our due when the time to collect our due comes. Now go, you have places to go." The paper then turned to ash, and tiny engines purred ominously, eager to drive the merc into another wall.
Unsure whether the drugs were wearing off or just kicking in, Bed Dragon decided it was high time to continue his holy crusade for greatness and let the engines loose toward the exit. It seemed like the merc's luck was through the fucking roof, because as soon as he left the warehouse, he spotted a ten-strong force of hostile powergears escorting one-and-a-half mobile howitzers. In other words, a perfect foundation for a stairway to heaven. The last correctly functioning nerve cell in Bed Dragon's body urged him to grab a car door to use as a shield, which he did.
>Intercept the PeaceKeeper phalanx with Halberd Intergalactic. 100% a good idea.>First roll for catching the phalanx off-guard>Second rolls for COMBAT EFFECTIVENESS>Third roll for obligatory crowd of thirsty local women, ignoring the dangers of vaccumed space and the battle itself after seeing BD's sick pirate hat (the hoes shall pose danger to everyone around BD as well, might end up being useful)>Last roll for fucking up a howitzer by any means 