Dexter looks at Ginger.  "So, can I help?"  Then he looks for cover unless Ginger orders him to do something else.

Ginger says, "Why don't you help me find something useful in these boxes?"

"OK."  Dexter tries to help locate... something useful.

Rob attempts to open the access panel while maintaining his grip on the speeding ScrubBot!

For newcomers, don't worry about rolling dice.  If you want to for fun, be my guest...no guarantee your number will count though.  I typically roll all dice, since only I know what most of the final numbers to reach are...and who has spent perversity points on what.

CL makes sure the others are in his way and quickly searches for something the would help. Like a bomb to shove down his throat.

Gunther takes a couple more notes.


Then gunther Moves on to Help The team leader find something useful in the boxes.

"Team leader. whoust be nfgh UF we askd zer rbth fwd yr?" He asks Ginger-R while he goes from his position  to go through a set of boxes more in the back (and farther away from the warscrubbot).
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Vicsis carefully records every second of Marco's brave sacrifice! ...which isn't much of a sacrifice, since little bits of him haven't been exploded all over the room. Her thrilling footage has been ruined by his ineptitude at dying. Oh well. She contains to record the Warscrubber's rampage, while drawing her side-arm and idly shooting at it -- and, by extension, Rob.

Ginger, CL, and Dexter begin looking through supplies:  Ginger finds ammo for the slugthrower.  Dexter finds an umbrella.  CL finds a thermos.

Rob is searching for the access panel on the robot. 

The robot thrashes about, shooting at Rob but missing and hitting the ceiling.  A piece of tile from the ceiling falls and hits Marco on the head.

Gunther takes some notes as he runs, finding his way in the storage room.  He opens a box and finds:  a geiger counter.

Gunther drops his PDA, and it scatters to the ground near Ginger.

Vicsis fires...and her laser hits the robot in the chest.  It is not happy to see a black hole in its belly. A missile flies out at Vicsis' face.  Her hair flies up from the wind as it passes by her, only to hit the creator of the Warscrubber who was hiding behind a box.  He explodes.

CL loads his laser and fires at an approaching scrubbot, "No more acting I guess."

Gunther keeps on searching.

Vicsus carefully records Marco's brave sacrifice in stopping the dangerous ceiling tile with his skull! Go Marco! And that missile that goes right past her was perfectly placed for the camera to catch. Go Warscrubber! She briefly wonders what the creator of the Warscrubber had done to attract the deranged robot's attention. "Man, destroyed by his own creation. Poetic. I'll write a romantic, sexy song in his honor." She wipes away a pretend tear. There are people doing things in other areas. Things that might need to be recorded. So she runs over towards the storage room, so she can see what everyone else is doing.
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Rob holds on to the bot as he opens the panel, the bright, candy-like button before him. Not seeing any other solution at this point, Rob grins triumphantly and slams his palm down on it.

Ginger pockets the slugthrower ammo.  "Perfect, I even have a slugthrower," she says, unconcerned about the robot in the other room.  She continues searching through boxes for something useful until the robot comes in.

"Maybe," she says, holding up a box, "we could pretend to be boxes and just ease out of here without the robot noticing."  She looks for a box that she could put over her head, crouch down, and sneak out with.

Dexter tosses the umbrella to the ground.  Noticing that Gunther dropped his PDA, Dexter calls out, "Gunther!  You dropped your PDA!  Are you hoping that a commie will pick it up?  You need to keep better track of your equipment, man!"  Dexter watches to see Gunther's reaction.

Ah thanks, can you please bring it over here for me? I am busy going through these boxes.

Ginger watches their exchange with mild curiosity.  "I hope you didn't purposefully drop it so that the robot would attack me," she says.  "That would be a highly treasonous thing to do.  And I noticed you haven't been eating any metal lately."  Suspicious, she says, "What's changed?"

"Rampaging robots normally ruin my appetitte but thank you for your concern, valorous leader, now can you please throw me my PDA?"

"That would be the job of the equipment guy," she says, still suspicious.

Gunther makes a note on his Loyalty officer pad.


"Mmmmkay." he says having his pen back on his mouth. and motioning as to catch his PDA, waiting for the equipment guy or whoever to throw it at him.
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"What are you writing about me?" Ginger demands, trying to see what Gunther has put into his officer pad.

Gunther pauses, then adds another note. Making sure Ginger-R can't see it. (OOC: My guess is we are quite far from one another)


"You know that seeing the Loyalty's Officer's scrapbook is high treason. Fellow Troubleshooters, you may execute her as she is a commie traitor." Gunther draws his laser and fires at Ginger-R

Ginger ducks behind a box.  "I didn't know that was the loyalty officer scrapbook.  I thought it was your PDA.  Certainly I don't want to see your classified scrapbook information.  You may cease fire, as it was a misunderstanding, not an act of treason."

"LIES! you knew my PDA is right next to you, the fact that I asked you to hand me over MY PDA is the reason we started the discussion!" Gunther responds. (OOC: and waiting for the GM to post my first shot result before firing again, unless, I can fire twice in a turn.)

Ginger continues to hide behind boxes.  "You're making that up.  I've never heard that it's treasonous to read what someone is writing.  I don't even know what a loyalty officer notepad is exactly.  You are writing down treasonous statements, and besides which, you are a MUTANT!  You have been eating metal, which is a clear sign of a mutation.  That is treason.  I hereby, as team leader, accuse you of treason.  Computer, did you get my accusation?"  She says this last into the PDA.  "Citizen Gunther-R-BOK-3 is shooting at me for treason without going through the proper accusation process."

(Will wait for roll on accusation with management skill.  Perversity points added= )

She says to the others.  "Fire back at him!  Defend your leader."