Dr Archeville

League of Extraordinary Freedonians?

Nooo! You remember what happened the last time her energies interacted with a space-warping thing!

Not sure if you'd want to skip Fulcrum or not.

Looks solid. I'm torn on the SkyBikes. On the one hand, we've got the teleporter, and in the cases where the PC's can't 'port in (due to interference or blindness or whatnot), they can just go the old fashioned way of using all their own movement powers (and those without movement power can be hauled by those who do). On the other hand, SkyBikes are cool. I'd still like to know if there's interest in the Extended Super-Senses, Cerebro for JoaB's energy sense thing. I've got 5 EP worth of Equipment set aside to contribute from Dok. I trust there's no problem in Dok using his Electromagnetic Screwdriver/Gadgets (or stunting it off his Belt) for his Teleport Beacon? ('Cuz I ain't got not other pps to spare!)

If it's a sonic mind control thing, you probably wouldn't want to exclude the sounds outside the range of normal hearing, since the mind control wave could be on an infra- or ultrasonic frequency. And I'm not sure Progression (Save) would work for increasing the effective rank for countering other stuff.

Unless they have some FTL signal to track him, they would not have been able to track him in real-time once he was past Mars (4 light-minutes away from Earth, so if he's on Mars, they'd know where he was 4 minutes ago. Like how when you see the Sun from Earth, you're actualy seeing where it was 8 minutes ago, since Earth is 8 lighty-minutes from Earth.)

In this case, yes and no. Nichtuberall has "a stealth field" that "damps out any electromagnetic 'noise' the equipment inside makes." I've also said "he never communicates" from it "since that could reveal its location," implying that communications/signals can get out if he lowered the stealth field, or even if the signal was simply powerful enough (if the stealth field just masks 'ambient' noise but not focused ones). So a signal could get out. On the other hand, Dok's asteroid base is ~3 AU from the Sun, or ~2 AU from Earth. Which means it would take any standard electromagnetic signal -- like one from his onboard GPS to the satellites in Earth's orbit -- 16.6 minutes to reach it, assuming the signal is strong/coherent enough to even reach that far.

Since I am interested in game mechanics, I could easily see Push doing an Affects Others (Others Only) version of his Force Field (no change to cost since that's a +0 Extra), giving the Pegasus spaceplane the benefit of his Impervious Force Field. And now, on to the next big surprise! Dok's pushing the Gravitic Movement/Teleport function of his belt, which is normally this Teleport 7 (700ft per Move Action, 200 miles per Full Action, Feats: Change Direction, Change Velocity) [16/16PP] to this Teleport 7 (700 feet; Flaw: Short-Range; PFs: Change Velocity, Progression [Mass] 8 [x500, or 50,000 lbs.]) [16/16]

Archeville's Screwdriver had been monitoring Push's vitals; they did elevate and brush against dangerous levels, but he appeared stable. He placed a hand on the kineticist's shoulder, and smiled, "I knew I made the right choice with you." The Doktor stood, looked over to Blueshift, and flashed a smile her way. "Kudos to you, too; I doubt I could do better myself!" He moved to the cockpit, giving a thumbs-up to Supercape as he went, and checked on both Victory and the ship. "Ah, FTL engines are at 20% power, and dropping. If it stays at this rate, they will cut out around the time we exit the asteroid belt. If the sublight engines still work, we could use those to get back to Earth... but it would take weeks, and most of us would die from dehydration before we could even get in communications range to call for help." The Doktor let out a small sigh, then began manipulating the controls, "fortunately, I know were we can stop to perform repairs, and am inputting coordinates now." Almost 45 minutes passed with Archeville serving as Victory's co-pilot, staying silent on the specifics of where they were headed, merely reiterating that it was a safe haven they could use to repair the spaceplane. Now and again he would check his Belt, making adjustments here and there. Soon they were at the Jupiter's edge of the asteroid belt, and the path Archeville plotted went directly through it. Scanners showed nothing but rock and more rock, and the occasional ball of ice, but nothing indicating any sort of habitat or hangar. "Almost there," he replied to any questions. A warning siren pierced the air and flashing beacons lit the cockpit, indicating the house-sized asteroid which now loomed before them! Victory practiced eye noted the asteroid was not some random -- and utterly featureless -- rock: Archeville's path had lead them directly to it! Reflexes kicked in as he tried to pull away, but the Doktor placed one hand on his. "Almost there." His other hand pressed a button on his Belt, and suddenly everyone felt a twinge of vertigo and a sudden lurch as the spaceplane and all in it were engulfed in a wormhole and teleported... somewhere. The craft had come to a full stop, and the windows showed utter pitch darkness beyond. "Ah, here we are!," he cheerfully exclaimed, drumming merrily on the controls before rising up and walking towards the exit. "I will get the lights." He opened the hangar door to the Stygian darkness, but no vacuum sucked them out, nor did any bat-like creatures fly in. A few murmured words later, and row after row of lights flared on, illuminating the small hangar -- just barely large enough, in fact, to accommodate the plane! -- in which they now sat.

I'll leave it to either Victory or SC to make the Daring Take-Off/Escape post, then I'll post us getting to Dok's Super-Duper Double-Secret Hideout.

Archeville entered the spaceplane just as Blueshift crawled into the duct work to begin her repairs. "What the? What is she-" A quick glance at the internal damage sensors told him all he needed to know. "Ah, right. Everyone buckle in, we are leaving soon and it is going to be bumpy!" Moments later, Blue popped up to repeat those very words, but by then Archeville was already strapped to his seat. But soon they would need a place to land, because -- assuming they were able to take off -- they would not make it back to Earth in their current condition. Fortunately, Archeville knew of a place they could stop for repairs.

Archeville was quiet again, listening carefully to all his counterpart said. He could see how admitting it distressed her, and felt compassion for her situation. "That is excellent work," he said at last, meeting her downturned eyes with a genuine smile of approval. "I likely would have done exactly the same, were I in your position. I take it this was the first time anyone had ever tried to 'bottle lightning'? The ones who pioneered that in our home faced similar problems." What she said next made his blood run cold, though. "And I take it that, in addition to suppressing knowledge of science and technology -- of the 'Forbidden Arts' -- the knowledge and teaching of magic is closely guarded? Available only to those few deemed worthy? Who pledge fealty to another -- like the Warlord?"

"Timothy's can be rebuilt," he said, placing a hand to her face. "The damage was confined to the front half or so of the building, the kitchen was untouched. I am sure they have insurance, and what it does not cover, I am sure some... concerned and loyal customers could help foot the bill," he flashed a quick smile. He sighed, "this is something many of us face at some point, liebchen -- damage to those around us. And I do not just mean villains threatening the hero's loved one -- we seem to be lightning rods for trouble. There will always be dangers we do not see coming, that we cannot stop from coming, and in those cases we do exactly what we did this day: we do what we can to mitigate them, to save innocent lives." "Oh, I know there is going to be an investigation on this -- and if I am not in on it," he said defiantly, "I am going to make sure Ace Danger is, so he will fill me in on every second of it. People will be held responsible, I swear it." "Go public? Like Psyche did last summer?" He was silent a moment, "there are pros and cons to that, certainly. Though your situation would be markedly different given whose cape you wear." Another moment of silent thought, "I would suggest talking with Albright, but she has been laying low since January; she was working with and training under El- under the Scarab," he quickly caught himself, "but I do not know if that is still the case."

The look Archeville gave Ferros would be described by internet-savvy meme-hounds as 'Son, I Am Disappoint.' "I have never for a moment thought that my ability to fly, or teleport, or create force fields strong enough to withstand direct fire from artillery shells, makes me a hero. And while I certainly appreciate your favor towards the more intellectual figures of history, particularly the ones of your homeland -- a prejudice I share -- I believe you are doing Centurion a disservice." Archeville chewed thoughtfully on another small mouthful of potato salad before continuing. "Centurion was not known for his intellect, true, not the way Daedalus is, nor was he considered as insightful or 'deep' as Lady Liberty or Pseudo or Siren. But he did have one quality that few others even come close to matching: inspiration. For all his phenomenal power, he was still but one man, and there were limits to what he could do -- few, granted, but they were there -- but he never let those limits stop him, never let himself be defined by them. He did all he could, never asking for anything in return, never expecting anything in return, doing the right thing solely because it was the right thing, no more, no less. And in doing so, he saved more than just the people he directly helped, he inspired generations of heroes, who saw that power need not corrupt. That hope and mercy do exist, can exist in any heart, and in showing us that, he gave us hope, and a desire to not let that hope down. To do the best we can, for the betterment of all."

I'm thinking that by the time this happens, Ferros (and Geckoman!) would already be on the Interceptors. And Dok may be indisposed... because AA is gracious enough to let me try and wrap up my Evil Dok Gone wild thing before the Gorgon actually arrives, so let's get that Weeding Thread wrapped up!

Ooh, that'd work!

I hesitate to ask this, since I know it's a big deal for Quote and Heritage, but is there any way we could accelerate this a bit? After this wraps I plan to kick off my Evil!Dok Gone Wild thing, but at the end of this thread Dok'll be making an announcement that's going to make his betrayal sting that much worse for one person in particular ( ).

I'll play Dok in the League, but will GM the Interceptors bit. Dead Head could fight with the Parkhurst crew, or see to any other generic mayhem. Protectron could go with The Lab, but since The Lab and The League are both together, and we don't want one player having two PCs in the same thread ('cuz that makes post counting hard), he could stay behind and help out on Earth. Maybe help coordinate communications.

The leader of a cult should not be 350+ points. That;s more like the pp total for the god said cult would worship.

"Many changes around here, yes!," Archeville said with a sharp clap, relieved that Thrude was not going to remove his head for his small deception, and that Eli appeared slightly less uncomfortable being in the same room as him. "More than even I had anticipated," he looked over at Willow and Erik, gave a short nod, then moved back so he could face the entire group. "but change is the mechanism of evolution, of how things become better at their tasks, and I am certain you two will help us be a better team, help us with our trials, just as we shall help you adjust to this world, help you with your trials. Thrude, Willow -- welcome to the Interceptors!" ~fin~

While the cops worked and Grimalkin spoke with them, Dead Head did not sit idle. He mentally called out to the spirits around the graveyard, a task made easier by how restless the night's activities had made them. It did not take long to whistle up the resident of the grave White Knight and his cultists had desecrated. She appeared to him as a short, plump, elderly woman, in a simple dress with an apron over it, and a babushka upon her head. [bg=#000000]Oh! Can't a poor grandmother get some sleep?![/bg] Of course, ma'am, so sorry to disturb ya, ma'am. We's just gettin' the last of them crooks out now. [bg=#000000]Oh, look what they did to my bed! It was made so nicely, too. (The spirit sighed)[/bg] I know, ma'am, what they did was a terrible thing. We're gonna get the rabbi on it first thing. While we wait, ah, is there anything ya'd like ta share? I'm sure ya lead a fascinatin' life. Is there anythin' troublin' ya can help y'out with? And this was why Dead Head did not repsond when Grim called out for him -- he was listening to the story of her life and death. If she went looking for him, she would find him, sitting behind a tall headstone, listening and nodding along to... nothing.

Archeville listened intently, but not with his full attention. His fantastic mind heard every word she said, recorded every utterance, every change in tone and inflection, but his other senses were just as hard at work, scanning over every square centimeter of what he could view of the craft. "So what had you used to get it aloft for that one hour?," Viktor at last asked. "If not coal, or wood, or oil, then what?" "Also," he stopped looking around the craft and turned directly to his counterpart, "why is what you do called 'the Forbidden Arts'? Forbidden by whom?"

I have the strangest urge to punch whoever that is in your char pic in the face, over and over and over... :approved:

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I'd say Drawback (1pp), since you are, in a way, buying the Duration up only to Concentration (and then 'reversing' it), not up to Sustained (and then 'reversing').