[Scaramouche sees someone messing around with a machine up ahead. They're easily within firing range of the bot that seems to be standing idle behind them. Is it damaged? Low on power? Out of ammo?
He wants to go to the observation deck again, so he doesn't think twice about moving closer to walk past it. That's when the bot suddenly springs back to life, spinning around, raising its weapon and putting him in its crosshairs.
This bot doesn't play square.
The stream of laser fire stops. In the ensuing silence, flecks and wedges of rubble fall from the side of the column Scaramouche darted behind, crumbling to the floor. The scoring on the pillar smolders. Behind the pillar, Scaramouche is smiling. One lucky shot singed his clothes, tearing a thin hole through the tail of his coat.]
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He wants to go to the observation deck again, so he doesn't think twice about moving closer to walk past it. That's when the bot suddenly springs back to life, spinning around, raising its weapon and putting him in its crosshairs.
This bot doesn't play square.
The stream of laser fire stops. In the ensuing silence, flecks and wedges of rubble fall from the side of the column Scaramouche darted behind, crumbling to the floor. The scoring on the pillar smolders. Behind the pillar, Scaramouche is smiling. One lucky shot singed his clothes, tearing a thin hole through the tail of his coat.]