Toughness: [17] (success, 3 degrees)
As he realises that the scum tries to attack him, Diego's face expression turns from disgust, through surprise, to rage, as he tries to resists his puny attempts.
The takedown attempt fails comically, the man tripping a little over your firmly-planted legs as he attempts to sweep them from under you. It would be entertaining if the guy wasn't so stank. Loggin shouts,
"Tomard, you frakking moron! Stop it right this instant before you get us all killed!"And then Emil chainswords poor Tomard, spattering you with blood.
Come up behind and attack this filthy Tamerian peasant.
((Not entirely sure of how this works.))
You run the man through with your chainsword, decorating the surrounding area with excessive amounts of blood and viscera. He falls to the floor, thoroughly dead. One wouldn't think the average human body holds so much blood, but apparently it does.
TN = 50 (40 Perception + 10 Difficulty)
1d100=35, 2 degrees of success.
Bartolomeu rolls his eyes at the sight of the Tamerian hobo trying to fight Diego. It would be rather funny if it wasn't utterly ridiculous. "Is he drunk? Can you make your friend behave before he is either shot or cut? I am afraid we are not in the mood for playing around and I will give him five seconds before I employ violence." he says to the ratling, raising his bolt pistol and making clear he isn't afraid of putting a shell or two into them if they keep fooling around.
Overwatch to shoot any of the Tamerians if they keep trying to escape/create more trouble.
Before you can resort to violence, Father Emil unleashes the stabenze on the poor guy, spattering the surrounding landscape with blood. The rest of the Tamerians are suitably impressed. It doesn't look like they want to try anything funny.
"Ratbars again? Ahwell, I guess hoping for real food was just wishful thinking. Comon Poise, lets grab our kit. We have work to do for the commisar."
Pop over to the chimera, grab my scanner and toolkit, return and start a scan.
Ignoring the scuffle, you hurry back to the vehicle, grabbing your combi-tool, lascutter and auspex. Then you run back and set up the auspex array (it's a briefcase with a small paddle attached to a wire sticking out of it. There's also a collapsible metal pole in case you need to use it as a minesweeper) and begin the scan.
The auspex emits a coughing noise. Letters crawl accross the screen:
*VITAL SIGNS DETECTED*VITAL SIGNS IDENTIFIED*GREAT KNARLOC*You're pretty sure a Knarloc wouldn't fit into a box that size.
"Artho! Artho! Wake up, Commissar Denos needs you!" "Ugh--" "No, seriously, we have an issue! You too, Maria!"
Amalia pops out of the tent and tries to flag down a couple of the other Conquistadors.
"Hey! You, and you! There's a bit of a situation, uh, and maybe we could use an extra hand or two? Uh, we're the Commissarial squad!"
Attempt to get a couple of other Conquistadors over to help out.
Hahaha... 91.
(( If going with Charm and with no difficulty modifiers, that's 8 degrees of failure, if just going by Fellowship it's 6. Dumb decision was dumb, but then again I expected it to fail... just maybe not this hard.))
Your luck is pretty bad today - the only troopers nearby is that gutless dickwit Picano, who makes the sign of the aquila and scampers off as soon as he sees you, and some woman you distinctly remember walloping in one honor-related brawl or another. She drawls,
"So sorry, witch. Already got my orders." before wandering off like it's nothing.
Artho and Maria are with you, though.
'It's clear, good Ogryn. You have been wounded - we'll get you to a medicae at once, understand? Remain calm, and you will be with your comrades soon enough,' Commissar Viverde said, trying to make his voice at once soothing and authoritative.
Lower, he nodded to Gant. 'Quite right, Trooper. I don't think the Ogryn can move, with that leg. I'll guard it - head back to the regiment and return with a medicae and a full guard. I'll try to find out what's going on from it.'
He leaned closer to the ogryn. 'Now, Ogryn Bertha - I am here fulfilling the Emperor's will. Answer my questions as well as you can, and you shall do the same. Why are you here? Are any of your comrades near? What do you remember?'
Command test, if needed: [31] vs 45 plus or minus modifiers.
She scratches her head.
"I remember... I wen' wit Kimmy, Doppel, an' some other lil 'uns... Ta where da Barras live. Kimmy said, we gotta take sumthin' owed us. I dunno, thinkin' makes my 'ead hurt, so I guessed Kimmy knew better.
An' dere was a man, a Barra man, an' he noticed Kimmy and he woulda shouted, so Kimmy hit 'im on the 'ead an' had me carry him, aight?
An' Doppel took some crates from a 'uge wardrobe thing in the cornah o' da room an' we went back home, only the Barra man had some friends, an' they noticed he was gone an' went ta look fer him, chasin' after us. An' Kimmy took de man from Bertha, told Bertha ta stay, hold 'em off. Bertha knows, it cuz Bertha always angry. No silly questions asked if Bertha smack sumbody, see? But dem two, dey were quick lil' bastids. I tink I got 'un, but it gets all hazy 'ere. She sighs, a tragic expression on her face.
"It cuz Bertha natch-rallee angry. Can never remember who ta smack."At this point Tristan returns with a worried-looking medic and several guardsmen in tow.
Go find a regiment medic and a squad of guardsmen and return with them.
Finding a medic doesn't take too long since the medics have their own tent, clearly marked with a snake-staff symbol. You requisition one of them, as well as a few orderlies and a guardsman who was just loitering about.
The medic binds Bertha's foot quite quickly and without any questions: it looks like Tamerian-related incidents do not surprise him much.
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