LotS/The High Noon

name::The High Noon	[[:Category:LotS/type::Ship|type::Ship]]
Officers: officers::10 - 3 Human, 3 Ranged, 3 Discipline, 1 Any Crew: crew::45 - 14 Human, 14 Ranged, 14 Discipline, 3 Any Engineering: engineering::1 AI, 2 Weapon, 2 Module
Power Bonus: powerBonus::165 Galactic Gunfight: Chance for bonus damage; Small chance to deal heavy extra damage against Large and Epic raids; Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids; Extra damage for each Marshal Roth item owned (Max: 3 of each)
10. "A young lady offered me a job. Seemed mighty keen to see you all in the ground. And for big off-world assassins, you folk sure are careless to let an old gunslinger get the drop on you like this. Earning those creds would be the easiest thing in creation... Oh, and I'll thank you not to reach for that grenade, ma'am." "Listen... Roth..." a woman said, "we're just here to do our job. But if you-" Roth whistled. Metal hooves clicked and clomped as his robot horse emerged from between two buildings. A dark shape thrashed on its back -- bound limbs struggling, gagged mouth gnawing beneath a mass of coifed hair. "I think this is what you're looking for." "You..." But Marshal Roth had already disappeared back into the shadows. His horse trotted after him a minute later, relieved of its burden. Behind them justice was done -- for Edward Michaelhouse and his murderess.
Obtained from Marshal Roth Vault

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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Galactic Gunfight: Chance for bonus damage; Small chance to deal heavy extra damage against Large and Epic raids; Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids; Extra damage for each Marshal Roth item owned (Max: 3 of each)}} {{#set:text=10. "A young lady offered me a job. Seemed mighty keen to see you all in the ground. And for big off-world assassins, you folk sure are careless to let an old gunslinger get the drop on you like this. Earning those creds would be the easiest thing in creation... Oh, and I'll thank you not to reach for that grenade, ma'am."

"Listen... Roth..." a woman said, "we're just here to do our job. But if you-"

Roth whistled. Metal hooves clicked and clomped as his robot horse emerged from between two buildings. A dark shape thrashed on its back -- bound limbs struggling, gagged mouth gnawing beneath a mass of coifed hair.

"I think this is what you're looking for."

"You..."

But Marshal Roth had already disappeared back into the shadows. His horse trotted after him a minute later, relieved of its burden. Behind them justice was done -- for Edward Michaelhouse and his murderess.}} {{#set:obtained=Marshal Roth Vault}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}