Echo lifts an eyebrow, then glances at the drill. The time and noise it would take to assemble... Perhaps the simpler answer was better?
She steps back from the personnel entry door, cocks back a fist, and swivels her torso as she punches forward, driving that fist into the door directly at the point she judges to be weakest...where the makeshift lock is located!
There's a CRACK as something in the door snaps, and metallic CLUNK. When Echo pulls her fist back, there's a print of her knuckles embedded in the surface. She pushes the door open.
"Shall we proceed?"
(Lets see if we can get lucky and just slam it open before we do the long, complicated thing. [roll0] That's raw Str. If there's an applicable skill, let me know...it could add to the roll)
She steps back from the personnel entry door, cocks back a fist, and swivels her torso as she punches forward, driving that fist into the door directly at the point she judges to be weakest...where the makeshift lock is located!
There's a CRACK as something in the door snaps, and metallic CLUNK. When Echo pulls her fist back, there's a print of her knuckles embedded in the surface. She pushes the door open.
"Shall we proceed?"
(Lets see if we can get lucky and just slam it open before we do the long, complicated thing. [roll0] That's raw Str. If there's an applicable skill, let me know...it could add to the roll)