Scorch Scale:
Scorch Scale wasn't going to let himself get shown up. Keeping in mind the people he was defending, Scorch Scale walked right up the to robot, grabbed its head and let out a plume of precise flames to overheat whatever was powering it.
It's clobbering time!
17:19, Today: Scorch Scale rolled 14 using 2d6+2 ((6,6)).
You hit extra hard
You avoid collateral damage
It's also hard to argue against a 14. Way to waste a good roll on a weak moment, virtual random number generator.
(Still, that was awesome)
Every rivet and bolt on the robot popped out and/or melted. It fell apart like it had never been welded nor soldered in any way.
A small circular object about the size and shape of a quarter rolled out of the torso, and the man in the black suit picked it up. "Hey, this is a turbo-magnetic diode mini-transistor-- it normally takes hours with a full set of tools to remove one of these once it's installed," he says. "This could be useful later..."
The destruction of the robots was so inspiring, even Scraps felt able to stand up and walk on his own, even though he was still just a little lightheaded.
(Scraps may now act normally, except that his -1 ongoing will last a little longer...)
The man in the black suit opens the door ahead of you, and you head up a flight of stairs...
"All right, we're on the ground floor now," he says. "And the important thing is to make sure..."
He stops talking, just staring straight ahead.