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[retromach]

You load the first of the girders. It was still heavier than you might think, despite how much lighter it was than steel. It took some doing, and then you were on your way.

The alarm didn't fade as you approached the stairs. Winding back and forth, they would be too narrow for the disk's extended cargo. The drone ramp could provide an adequate path to the top. It was marked by a black and yellow line.

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella checks to see if the immediate vicinity is clear of drones before the magic crosses the line. Don’t want them interfering for everyone’s sake.

[LordPorkins]

Fyodor heads in the front,yes darting around, looking for signs of ambush or traps

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[LordPorkins]

"Leave the construct alone Void-Kin. "

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder considers the situation for a second. "I need at least one person to stand at the bottom of the ramp, and at least one to take the stairs and stand at the top. I don't know how the constructs will react to touching my disk, so we should obstruct their path while I'm walking the Mithirl out of here. Do everything in your power to prevent them from moving, but don't actually attack them."

[TALLPANZER]

"I think I can handle the top." Brother Jonathan move quickly up the stairs and began swiftly tumbling and darting around the automatons, do his best to distract them or change their path to avoid the disk.

[retromach]

It was a good plan. Mr. Shredder should roll Athletics with advantage for being assisted to get on up there before anything goes wrong.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder dashes up the ramp while his allies prepare to hold off any incoming robots. About halfway up the ramp he notices a bot on its way, and digs deep for an extra burst of speed; It would not reflect well upon him if his own mediocre speed was the undoing of his own genius plan.

Athletics Check = 6+4(Savin Face)

[retromach]

A robot emerged on the top as Hel-Shredder Rippedspleens ran up the steep, elongated ramp that snaked beside the staircase. It approached Jonathan, who stood in it's way, ducking it's grip to buy time. Hel-Shredder saw he had a lot of ground to make up, dug deep, and ran as hard as he could, leaping from the path as the robot stopped in front of him. It shuddered as the obstacle was removed, and lurched forward, heading onto the ramp.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder pumps his fist! "YES! Got it! Great work Brother Jonathan!"

The Hobgoblin then turns and starts walking back toward the airlock. "Lets get this back to the Kraken, and deliberate on a better plan to retrieve the rest. As awesome as that was, I don't think the method we just employed is either sustainable or dependable."

[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan wipes the sweat from his forehead and nods "It's tiring at the very least. Maybe if we changed the lines they follow?"

[Weirdsound]

The Hobgoblin nods, "If Stella and Dullahan can figure that out, it would be neat, otherwise we might just have to find a quiet stretch of track to ambush the constructs on one at a time. I don't want to have to scrap them, but I am starting to feel that we are running out of options."

[retromach]

You stood talking at the top of the stairs for some time, out of the way of the robots, as the alarms blared.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder starts heading back toward the Airlock, intent on getting the haul at least as far as the skiff before his floating disk expires.