Rolled 1 (1d8)
>>5725162Walking through the fire and rumble you created, another large object suddenly flew over head coming to a stop just a head of CHUNK. Two large bipedal legs suddenly folded out from the object as it spun in the air to face the bio weapon, dropping onto the road with a metallic clink. two cannons, one of either shoulder whirled to life and took aim at him, firing a lance of concentrated blue plasma.
>Rolling for Alien Walker attack. >CHUNK is now in a battle your options are as follows. You can pick 1 option per turn. >Basic Attack - Make an offense roll, if you succeed do damage equal to your strength.>Basic Defend - Make a defense roll, if you succeed subtract damage equal to your speed.>Warcriminator 5000 - Make an offense roll, if you succeed >>5725171Creeping over to the door Guy could make out the sounds of the aliens creepy chittering and screeching. Surprisingly he understood what they were saying... or at least make out bits and pieces of whatever they were talking about.
"....underattack......convential weapons....useless....."
"Evacuate....space port"
"hold position......reinforcements...."
the voices began to trail off and soon disappeared entirely. After a few moments he peeked out to confirm that he was now alone. Looking around this appeared to be some sort of laboratory or medical facility.
