A small bronze kobold runs up and bites some scrap
"Ah, what the..." he says with a groan of annoyance.
She then takes it out of her mouth and breathes fire on it until it's red hot
"Huh...neat.."
"Thanks" she shapes it into a bucket and sets it down and starts taking Droids apart, tossing wires and anything that's not pure metal aside, occasionally throwing some useless things aside, in an oddly sorted way "OOOOH THE NOODLES HAVE METAL IN THEM!!!"
"You are a strange one....not as strange as the Wookies but still interesting." he says, scooping up the wires and throwing them into a pot of boiling lava.
"Awwww.... I wanted to make art with those....' She looks like a little kid who had her toy taken away before she was done playing. Actually now that he looks closer, she probably is a little kid.
"Sorry kid, standard droid scrapping protocol."
"Protocol? Oooh your part of a pack and are just following your dragons rules!!! If course I forgive you!"
"Not a pack. More like a squad of soldiers."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She lets out a slight squeak at the soldiers, ducking back behind the original pod to hide
*a little tired, but technically ally I got 8 hours of sleep!*
She sees them heading north, and they don't seem to notice her as they leave
*Mwhehehehehe. I am bringing back a very old character of mine to here.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The lead ODST holds up a fist and they all stop. "Picking up movement. Sout-East. 2 blips."
Curiosity overriding fear, she follows behind them
"Contact!" They are taken slightly by surprise at the unexpected encounter, but return fire.
(I assume that M118 7.62x51mm Armor Piercing, Full Metal Jacket ammunition would have some effect)
*blaster rifle, soooo electric.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not a pack. More like a squad of soldiers."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I had that squadron go off somewhere, so I'll say ours is a different one.*
The shots crackle around the armor and seem to get dispersed by it.
The ODST fries a barrage in return.
Hit: 25
Damage: 9 (forgot to put the +5 in there so add that pls)
*Well the first attack was a melee attack....*
Droidbait curses and turns it from stun to deadly.
*its gonna be piercing damage from now on*
Attack: 30 Damage: 45
Attack: 30 Damage: 44
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They are met with a sniper round to the chest, (14.5x114mm Armour-Piercing Fin-Stabilised Discarding Sabot rounds)
Hit:32
Damage:15
*mate those rounds are made to fire from TANKS. not bloody sniper rifles. The force it would put on those snipers would blow up the sniper itself*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The rounds scorch the armor and one pierces through the man's left shoulder, crippling that arm.
Two more pods slam into the ground nearby, throwing everyone off their feet. Out of each steps a 7 foot tall armored supersoldier
*actually, that is cannonically what the halo sniper rifle fires*