LotS/Marshal Roth's Robo-Horse

name::Marshal Roth's Robo-Horse	[[:Category:LotS/type::Utility|type::Utility]]
Attack: attack::380 Defense: defense::370
Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8% @ 389,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (492,000); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1% @ 1,640,000); Extra damage for each additional {{#vardefine:item|{{#varpull:LotS/Marshal Roth's Equipment Set|LotS/ItemSet|item1}}}}Marshal Roth's item equipped (+2,562/51,250)
9. Five men and three women walked down the stretch of stamped-down dirt the locals called a main street. Their weapons hung idle from their belts or shoulder straps, made lethargic by the tiring and uneventful hunt. Combing the countryside near where they'd found Ismene Michaelhouse's ship had taken hours, and would have continued much longer if a local hadn't tipped them off. But now they knew. Their target was holed up in the town's quaint hotel, and in a few minutes they'd- "I'll need you folk to reach for the sky," a voice said from the darkness. One of the men went for his blaster. There was a roar, and something pinged against the weapon. He yanked his hand away, empty. "They call me Red Roth, and folks around this place'll tell you that I never ask twice."
Obtained from Marshal Roth Vault
Proc Rate procRate::8%
Proc Damage (minimum)
Proc Damage (cap)

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{{#set:color=Orange}} {{#set:ability=Law of the Gun: Chance for bonus damage (8% @ 389,500); Extra damage against Non-Alliance raids (492,000); Small chance to deal heavy bonus damage (1% @ 1,640,000); Extra damage for each additional {{#vardefine:item|{{#varpull:LotS/Marshal Roth's Equipment Set|LotS/ItemSet|item1}}}}Marshal Roth's item equipped (+2,562/51,250)}} {{#set:text=9. Five men and three women walked down the stretch of stamped-down dirt the locals called a main street. Their weapons hung idle from their belts or shoulder straps, made lethargic by the tiring and uneventful hunt. Combing the countryside near where they'd found Ismene Michaelhouse's ship had taken hours, and would have continued much longer if a local hadn't tipped them off.

But now they knew. Their target was holed up in the town's quaint hotel, and in a few minutes they'd-

"I'll need you folk to reach for the sky," a voice said from the darkness.

One of the men went for his blaster. There was a roar, and something pinged against the weapon. He yanked his hand away, empty.

"They call me Red Roth, and folks around this place'll tell you that I never ask twice."}} {{#set:obtained=Marshal Roth Vault}} {{#set:used=}} {{#set:notes=}} {{#set:unique=}}