Like taking candy from a Baby [Sergeant Johnson, Sense-of-Accomplishment, Murdock, Omni, VOLT-Y666, Goodnight Loving CLOSED]

Murdock let's out an unearthly roar, activating the hydrolic on his power fist as he pumps his fist foraward angrily.

He runs up to one of the roaches not engulfed in flames and puts his full body into the titanic punch.

+34 to melee attacks.

The member 'Murdock' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 36

"Oh forget it" Rick stabs at one of the oversized bugs with his makeshift knife, aiming for the disgusting thing's head (+25 to melee rolls)

The member 'Rick Hughes' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 97

"Hoi! Gutsy! Clear us a path!" Rick is, at this point, wildly stomping and stabbing the roaches around him
"We need to get inside!"

As the trio of warriors battle they easily dispatch of the first three bugs. The Sergeant's fires burn a big radroach and almost completely engulfs it on fire, but regardless it is more than enough to get rid of it. Murdock's punch sent one of the bugs flying far away, leaving on its wake a spraying trail of insectoid grey matter and blood and Rick's attack was incredibly precise yet gory, he sank the knife on a Radroach's head and completely impaled it on the flood, somehow the critter continued alive but it didn't last for long, Rick did a simple movement of wrist that twisted the knife in a way that completely destroyed the Radroach's cranium and also the rest of its body, turning it into a gory mush.

"What? Get out you idiots! That place is full of Radroaches! It is dark, damp and full of containers filled to the brim with caramel, sugar and artificial sweeteners. That place is the paradise for these bugs!"

The man in the suit mentioned, looking at his gun and seeing that he didn't had any other bullet on himself.

After saying this several of the nasty creatures managed to get and crawl close to the adventurers that continued inside and started attacking at their lower limbs. The more they gathered the worse their stench became until it was barely unbearable.

Radroach attacks:

OFF ROL: I'll do a 3d100 to see how their attacks go. Also good work with there 3 radroaches! You guys are officially the first people who have killed anything on the forum. The 20 exp for the kills has already been added, Rick you also got a +10 exp reward for doing a crit attack.

The member 'Overseer' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 7, 40, 13

The first and last radroach saw how powerful the robot's flamethrower and the human's knife are respectively and quickly scurry away back into the darkness. A second Radroach next to Murdock's feet wasn't so intelligent and attempted to and perforate the Super-Mutant's thick skin to no luck.

Soon more of these bugs made their appearance, it looked like they were indeed endless.

Rick sort of motioned up on top of a shipping container, were the afternoon sun was shining in through a window.
"Up there! Go, we're surrounded!"
He began scaling the shipping container, kicking a few roaches off himself as he clambered up. The soldier has seen a lot of messed up things, but a swarm of sugar fueled roaches was new.

Murdock scooped up rick hurled him, with a grunt to the top of the container. (Should to a roll of 60 or more for murdock)

+39 (ranged plus vats)

The member 'Murdock' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 58

As Murdock picks up the soldier, Rick blinks a few times
"... Nyeh?"
And now he's flying. Arms flailing, and screaming profanities, Rick is launched through the air by the supermutant. Somehow, by some miracle, Hughes land on top of the shipping container without breaking his neck. Face down, sure, but he isn't dead. Rick quickly rises to sitting position and looks out over the tide of roaches, grimacing.
"Err, toss up the roach guy next, Murdock!"

Rick pushes himself back up onto his feet, dusting himself off and checking to make sure his gear is all in place. Somehow everything looked to be in its proper place, and his knife wasn't stabbing through his chest. The disoriented soldier backpedaled to the center of the container and crouched, holding out his arms

"Gutsy, keep those father-forsaken things off Murdock until we're all up here, goot?! I'll catch roach man!"
Rick pulls his knife out of the pouch as to not accidentally stab the man, and sets it down on the shipping container.

Murdock picks up Roachman and tosses him lightly to hughes.

Since he is throwing to a target, murdock will need 70 or better. +39 (range plus vats)

The member 'Murdock' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 19

Murdock missed hughes, but roachman still made it up on the container. The only problem is, he clipped the edge and now has a cut on his left arm. Pretty deep too, it'll need to be treated.

Nothing to do about that now. Murdock jumps up, grabs the edge of the container, and pulls himself up.

"God dammit! Fuck this place and fuck the Sons!"

Said Roachman as he grabbed a radio communicator and desperately searched for a particular frequency, the blood on his wound filling up the floor and spilling into his communicator.

"Hello? Hello? I'm Kafka! Anyone here? We need a Vertibird for an evacuation!! The entire place is a Radroach hive!"

After some static a answer came from the device.

"Im͏po̷şsi͟b҉le̵ K͡a̛fka, ͞t͢he̡ p̛r͏i͝o̡r̕i̶ty ͡i̕s ͜seçu̧r͞i͡ng҉ th͠e ͏pla̢c̢e ͘at͜ aĺl͜ c͢ǫst. Infor̕m̧ us͝ of͟ ҉t͢he̶ ̴s̢it̵ųa̡ti͢o̸n͞ ͡a͟nd we͢ w͜ill ̷s̨e͏nd ̶o͟u̶r f̧oŕce͏s ̨i̛n͜s̸tea̸d̨."

Kafka looked around and then fainted, either due to blood loss or by truly realizing how dire the situation was.

"͜Ka͘fka͢? ̸K̕af̕k̕a respo̷n̶d!"

Off Rol: Any of you can answer the pager. Since none of you is a member of the Sons of Kanaloa it will be hard to convince them to help someone out of their faction. You need to get a 90 or more.

Rick grabs the shortwave from beside the Kafka guy, checking the dials and adjusting the antenna before speaking into the microphone.
"Hello? This is Specialist Hughes, NCR. My friends and I responded to the invitation fliers, and are trying to help Kafka. We require immediate fire support, send backup!"

Hughes' training kicked in as he spoke into the radio, sending his best formal plea for backup.

(+8 to diplomacy rolls)

The member 'Rick Hughes' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 82

"NCR? ҉What̴ th́e ̨h҉e͜l̢l͠ ̕is ͠th̨a̸t?̷ A̧ny҉w͡a͜y, ̢h͠el͘p͟ is ͏coming, e̵sti͡m̀ate͝d͡ t̛i͡m͏e t͏o ̨a̧rr͜iv̧ę twen̨t͞y̢ mi̧ńut̸es͝.͘"

After some tense minutes of silence the radio spoke back.

"We ͠a̸r̷e ́l͝ook͘ing t͞o se͟cure ͠th̛at ͠f̨áctory̸ to ͏r̡eop͞e̴n̡ ̛it͘. ͘Besįd҉es͏ ͞Nuk͘a͜còl̸a͠ ̕and ̵some͝ ranc̨id̷ P̸r̸e-Wa͘r cakes t͢herȩ ͢i̡s̛n̴'t͟ ͞àn͜y͞ ̛ed̢ib͢le̢ c͡a͏nḑy̨ ͜ou͜t̀ ̷h͡ere̴.͞ ͏W̛e ͟a̢re͘ ́exp̕ec̡ti̧ng͜ to̡ ͝fil҉l̡ ̷a v̶ery ͏pr͏of̀i̛ţablȩ ̢ni͢che̴ ̷in͠ t̨he͞ mark̛et that ̡doesn͏'t̢ ex͞i̡s͟t no͏w͢. ͜We̶ ͝were p҉er̛hap̷ś ͞ex̧pect̨i͠n̡g ̨a c̴oup̨le o̴f g̕houl͡s̢ o̕r̷ ́rat̶s,̕ b͞u͢t͠ ̶n͞o̵t̡h͜ing̡ sơ ́big͢. ͡S̢av̛é K̡a͏f͞ka an̛d͞ s̢ec̕u̕ŕe ͢t̀h̢e ͟p̛l͜ac̛ȩ anḑ ̢y͢o͠u ͞guy̛ś w͟i̕l̡l͞ b͘e g̡re͜atly͡ r̀ewa̶r҉dęd͟.̸"

After that a beep of sound and silence, the communication had been cut from the other side.

The Factory was megalithic, dark and mostly empty. The floor was now a brown sea of evermoving insects. There were some strange machines, catwalks and containers lying around that could be used to move around but still walking around and travelling was going to be a really hard challenge. Some of the containers were left more or less alone, whereas others were strangely crowded with bugs. There had to be some way of illuminating the entire area, either with natural sunlight or with electric one.

Rick slumps down against the window, illuminating the party's current platform. He draws his 9mm to spin the thing, kinda a tick of his. The soldier begins scanning over the factory floor
"You guys see any old gas cans? I can probably shoot one. Blow these bugs to kingdom come, nyeh?"

The production floor was lousy with these things, so it would be hard to spot any target to ignite the place. Alternatively, a breaker would also be useful if one of them could repair it and get the electric lights back on. Rick was decent with patching up old equipment, but not the best. Something to shoot would be 10 times better.

(+10 on perception checks, we'll say 70+ to find something useful)

The member 'Rick Hughes' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 93

Murdock grabbed a piece of random debris laying around, "must open up windows, drive roaches out."

And with that he hurled the debris into one of the dirty factory windows on the sunny side.

60+ to hit. +39 on ranged plus vats

The member 'Murdock' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'1d100' : 42

Omni's robes billowed in the wind as he was studied the broken gate, before turning his attentions towards the ruin factory. He had traveled far after seeing the flyer with the jib offer, and his curiosity was now piqued. He had spent much of his life searching old factories for pre-war tech...perhaps he would be able to find something of value in the ruins while he went to see what this job offer was about. He turned to his companion, Vy. "We should scout the perimeter of the factory bef-" it was just then he heard raised voices coming from within the factory, and the telltale sounds of combat.

He drew his laser pistol on instinct. "Trouble within." He said, emotionless. He glanced at Vy "Wait until it dies down?" He asked her. Vy had a better head for combat then he did, protecting him all his life, she would know what to do.

VY's focus was just as singular as the eye that adorned the middle of her battered forehead, over two decades of rust hidden by a coating of crimson paint, a shade that seemed all too similar in appearance to coagulated blood. She peered around the area, marveling at the enormous factory before her on the inside but allowing no trace of her excitement to show on her cold exterior. Dusty black cloak flowing around her with each elegant, thought out and precise movement as her dim eye shifted between unknown surroundings and Omni. She is barely able to break her prolonged silence while simultaneously reaching out to Omni, "Do you mind if I see that flyer, Mas-."

The loud crash from within as the mighty mutant has his way with the windows immediately inspires the formerly dim light of her eye to turn an abysmal red, pulsing slowly and eerily as she steps in front of Omni. Protective instinct completely taking over. The cloak which was covering her so well earlier on is swiftly brushed aside as two razor sharp machetes are drawn, their edges jagged to a disgusting point.  Without the void of the black fabric covering her body one is able to plainly see the aged, yet fiercely painted chassis that lies beneath.

The assaultron with the dangerous curves begins advancing steadily. A creaking from within whatever twisted device within her that enables her to form the sadistic tone her voice oh so loves to take is heard. She states in a manner that could be confused for either the loving scolding of a mother or the authoritative command of a military veteran, "Remain behind me, Master Omni. If anything goes wrong, you're 'zap-zap' and I'm going to be 'slash-slash'."