Smith sighed as he usually did, checking his wrist comlink.  His squad was on track for arrival, but it wouldn't arrive for five minutes.  He felt a brief, suicidal urge to be some kind of hero, and stop the guy grabbing the poor nymphomaniac's ankle.  Yet the darkness inside him quickly swallowed up that tiny bit of altruism, and he simply took a swig from his drink.  He hated it.<br/><br/>Giving an odd wink from behind his glasses, the corporate tool switched his eyes into "X-Ray vision" mode.  His lips gave a slight twitch as he imagined the idea of his eyes launching beams of harmful radiation at the innocent... and not so innocent beings in the tavern.  In fact, the device emitted ultrasonic waves towards his field of vision, vibrating materials which typically constituted weapons, and highlighting them in his field of view.  He had to know just how dangerous this crowd was.  The residents of redneck worlds tended to have way more weaponry than was good for them, quite often courtesy of Justice Star.<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 1d81<br/>Comment: Go Go Gaget Infertility Ray<br/>Result: 46,<br/>Total: 46<br/><br/>(4: 4 Galactic Lore, +0 die roll)