Behind the door and remnants of a wall to what is probably one of the countless redundant office rooms, a voice calls out.  "Who's there?  We need help!"

"Is'Django. Ruffin, that you?" he calls back.
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"It's Polerin.  We got separated."

The door jiggles a bit, but does not open.

[Roll listen.]

Django doesn't hear anything but his stomach growling.

21:32, Today: Django Blint rolled 5 using 1d20+4.  Listen Check.

Tump hears Django's stomach growl. He reaches into his pocket and hands him some jerky.

20:44, Today: Tump rolled 8 using 1d20+5.  Listen check.

Inarra goes over to the first rodent and makes sure its dead with a laser tool across the throat.  It doesn't move, indicating that it was already dead.  Inarra puts her tools away and shoves on the thing a couple of times, unsuccessful in her attempt to move it.  "Give me a hand?"

Tump walks over and tugs futilely at one of the creature's legs. "I think we're going to need a little more muscle here."

He looks over at Ronan. "Got a free hand, big guy?"

Ronan tucks away his grenade launcher on his back and walks over to the rodent.  With two hands, he grips the skin of its belly, and lifts.  With a grunt he tosses it a few feet back.  "That what you need?"

Inarra scrambles to retrieve her bot.  "Yes, thank you."  She immerses herself in checking it over for damage.

[Roll Listen]

The sound of all movement in the room confounds Tump's ability to hear anything of importance. Instead, he takes a few shallow steps into the dark void beyond the gap in the wall. Using the night vision setting on his visor, he scans the area.

19:08, Today: Tump rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Listen check, take 2.

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The jerky does little to combat Django's rampant hunger and stomach growling.

06:29, Today: Django Blint rolled 7 using 1d20+4.  Listen Check.

"Got anymore a' that stuff?".

Almost like he's moving in slow motion, Tump's backside slowly reappears from the gap as he gingerly takes tiny steps backward.

He whispers quietly. "Nobody make any sudden moves or noises. I think those thing's mother is inside there, and she doesn't look too happy."

Django whispers "When you say mother, how big you talkin' bout?".

"Let's just say that Ronan there would be a one bite snack."

A deafening screech punctuates Tump's words.

"I'm nobody's lunch." Ronan draws his launcher to emphasize the point.

"Innara, if you know Polerin's channel frequency, would you kindly ask him to clear away from that there door?". Without waiting for an answer, Django shoulders his rifle and fires.

Take 10 + 5 = 15 on attack.
21:37, Today: Django Blint rolled 10 using 2d6+2d8.  Repeater rifle shot - explosive round.

Several rounds whiz by Tump's ear as he quickly vacates the area to fall back and regroup.

Inarra drops down behind the wall outside the gaping hole.  "Polerin, this is Inarra.  Do you read?"

She pauses for a few moments, then interrupts whatever Polerin was saying.  "I know.  Move away from the door.  We...we've got a plan."  She almost kept the question mark out of that last word.

Polerin can be heard yelling from her receiver and from behind the door, before Inarra shuts him out.  She yells out to Django.  "They're clear!"

"Let's shed a little light on things."  There is a thump from Ronan's launcher, and a huge orange flare ignites as it arcs across the huge room.  It reaches the top of the ceiling about eight stories above and hovers there, revealing the monster sitting atop the office building.

The whole layout is hard to catch in a glance, but it looks like some kind of arboretum.  It may have had walkways every story to the ceiling at one time, but those have all fallen long ago.  Now it looks more like a warehouse with glass panes for walls and ceiling, with almost all the glass gone.

Sitting atop the office, rearing to its full five story height, is the large rodent monster.  It has two writhing tails with 'o' shaped bumps as big as a fist all along them.  Two pair of eyes, one in front of the other, sit on either side of an arrow-like head.  Two incisors in the front are overshadowed by two shovel-like tusks jutting out beside them.  It's black claws each have six fingers, including two opposable thumbs, which would indicate it is very good at climbing.

It does not seem to like the flare and takes a swat at it.  It misses, being that the light is too high even for it.

OOC:  Alright, folks, I'm going to try this by the books.  Looking at the initiatives and speeds of everyone, posting order will go something like this:

Phase 1  - Django and Tump [have already gone].
Phase 2  - Inarra and Ronan [just went].
Phase 3  - None
Phase 4  - None
Phase 5  - Django and Tump
Phase 6  - Ronan and Octorat
Phase 7  - None
Phase 8  - Inarra
Phase 9  - Django and Tump
Phase 10 - Ronan
Phase 11 - None
Phase 12 - Octorat

That means Django and Tump are up.

Django cycles another round in the chamber and fires.

Take 10 + 5 = 15
23:15, Today: Django Blint rolled 18 using 2d6+2d8.  Repeater rifle shot - explosive round.

The light source on the beast seems to improve his lethality by a hair.

Give his retreat, Tump is no longer in a flanking position. He pulls out a medium sized canister and shouts over the gunfire "Watch your eyes!"

He lobs the canister toward the giant rat beast and tips his hat to shield his eyes. A deep thwump goes off accompanied by an intense flash of light.

The rat needs to made a couple saves.
Fort save vs DC 18 or be deafened for 2d4 phases;
Reflex save vs DC 19 or be blinded for 2d4 phases

Ronan drops the launcher and draws a strange looking crossbow.  He pulls the trigger and energy lances out and slams into the giant rodent.  [12 energy DMG]
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