[color=palegreen]”As for drinks. None of you drunks better lick my face. It keeps happening with humans. I keep telling people there are better ways to get high.”[/color] He said as he checked his gun. He noted that the heatsink was uninjured from him being rag dolled earlier. The ache in his back had been reduced to a dull ache but it wasn't entirely gone. He knew a visit to the clinic was in his future. But for now he would have to play ball and suck it up. But in the meanwhile he had a little salvaging to do. He was about of flash bangs, but he had a whole compound worth of dead guys and their weapons. And he wasn't beyond desecrating the remains of scum to get what he needed. The Drell began cooking up something diabolical that only a career criminal could come up with. 

By the time the were moving out again, he was behind behind the truck, pushing along a rather sizable chunk of improvised death. He had snagged a small automated loading trolley and attached aimed all the servos to pull it a single direction. On the back he had fashioned something similar to a oversized bottle rocket. They had taken some time collecting themselves and he had taken that time to loot every container of their flammables and explosive materials. The glimmer in his eyes would give a Krogan Berserker pause. Resting at his feet was a obscene amount of everything remotely explosive he could get. It seemed as if he had almost hotglued stuff into a giant ball of death. As the report came in of gunfire, his face lit up.

[color=palegreen]”Snipers in a tunnel. Like shooting fish in a barrel.. And me without my flash bangs.”[/color]  But he seemed rather unphased. [color=palegreen]”Hey Tonka! I have just thing.”[/color] He said, the grin on his face spreading wide, like that of a Cheshire cat. Evolution clearly had not designed the Drell to smile that wide because it looked almost obscene, stretching his reptile face. [color=palegreen]”I once rigged one of these  when I had to ditch a ship that was being boarded. Me and my old Partner ran into pirates every so often.”[/color] The nervous energy rolled off him in waves. He kept looking from the bomb to the corner where bullets were pinging off.. [color=palegreen]”Its basicly this big ball of death you roll down slopes.”[/color]  He said as he prepped the fuse for it. [color=palegreen]” You set it off and watch it roll. The first explosion goes off and it picks up speed. Bouncing down the corridor or tunnel while blowing into more an more fragments. It's great for breaching a position when you lack proper military stuff. Those snipers won't have a target with all this chaff, fire and smoke rolling down their way.” [/color]

As if to prove his point. He grabbed the ball of improvised death and pushed around the corner with it.. A bullet pinged it but it only worked to set off the chain reactions of odd chemicals and explosives. The smoke that came from it was several different colors as it shot down like a lopsided, bouncing rocket. The wheels he attached to it allowed it to propel forward with the rocket as a engine of sort. There were a bunch of yelling as it went off with a large bang. And then it filled the tunnel with light, sparkling fire and the acrid smell of gunpowder and chemicals. He doubted it had made far enough to kill them all outright. But by now it was on the others to use the smoke and distracting noise to get in position. By the time the trolley had exploded, they'd have had plenty of time to move and make am move.

[color=palegreen]"That... Was so satisfying."[/color] Drono spoke.