Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20170224011419

The ‘thing’ is, from what your scan can tell, purely mechanical, with some sort of powerful energy source driving its limber frame. It catches sight of the Servo-Skull, a beam of green light shooting out from its face plate, scanning the cranium before returning its attention to the rest of the party…

It reaches for Karliel, spindly fingers now crackling with light, only for the grenade launcher to throw it off balance. The blast rocks the room, dust, concrete and brick work falling from the room – harmlessly bouncing off the now charred, sparking frame of the machine. Oily red ‘blood’ seeps from its wounds, while its chest has been blown open. But it keeps moving, swiping at the ladder and grabbing onto it, before pulling it off its hinges.

The Skirmishers move to intercept it, only for a pair to be swept into a wall by the machine and its improvised weapon – which it proceeds to toss away as it advances. Its right claw shifts into a new shape, the entire arm remaking itself into a long chain blade.