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Arrowhawk >Incursion: God Squad Galvanic >Incursion: O&O >Incursion: Merciless Geckoman >Incursion: Red Five >Incursion: That's Amore >Interceptors: Mia Give Ref pp to Geckoman. Roll Ref pp to Galvanic, and posts to where it'd matter, preferably Galvanic. If it wouldn't bump, give Equinox the posts.
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Geckoman frowned slightly. He knew that Erik's relationship with his dad was... estranged. Especially after walking out on the family. And he was fairly sure he was kind of expected to pull rank with the family on this one. He exhaled heavily, and looked Jean in the eye. "Listen, man, I get what you're doing, and I don't think it's entirely poorly intentioned. But... I'm not sure Erik'd appreciate it much. Especially with the lurking on his roof without telling anyone." Chris forced a small smile. He knew mistakes, and wanting to make up for them. He didn't think it quite right that anyone'd gone so far they couldn't be forgiven. It probably wasn't his call, but he wasn't willing to tell Jean where to stick it. "On the other hand, I recognise that guy down there. And he is from the Sword Squad. I don't think Erik needs to know about this quite yet, but do you know what the deal is down there?"
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"Yeah, stabbing someone's not as bad than messing up a garden," sighed Geckoman. "That's not gentlemanly. To my understanding, a gentleman'd never stab a man in the back. Wouldn't admit to doing it if you want to talk like gentlemen." He turned around. And immediately frowned. The man looked remarkably like Erik. Like, uncannily so. "Whelp. We got an Espadas. Explains the lurking around on rooftops like an asshole." Geckoman's face immediately hardened. "Although you could have just knocked, and I know damn fine the guy down there is definitely House of Swords. Or, if they no longer are, have yet to apologise for stabbing a friend of mine. Lovely little coincidence." Whatever in the world was going on with the man he was increasingly certain was Grandpoppy Espadas? Chris decided to play dumb. If he meant well, he'd out and say who he was. If not, he probably wouldn't. "But you're clearly family, so I'll play nice. Who are you, and what's going on?"
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"We could only detonate so many ships, though," pointed out Geckoman. "I don't know about you, but even if we have to go to plan B, I've got stuff to do. Can't be hanging around phased out of reality on the edge of the solar system. It's a reeeeeeeally long walk." He leaned on his elbows. "So, recap. We get in, smash stuff up, and get the hell out before the thing blows. If that fails, we blow the ship, and try to get to another one before we die horribly in the vacuum of space." The green hero leaned back in his chair, arms in the air, with a big grin on his face. "We still going to try and sneak in? I can try to subtly fly a space plane through a gravity rift and into a giant spaceship, and we can go to sneaking if we get in at a point without security, but I dunno if we can go with it as an assumption."
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Chris is really awful at Intimidate, not going to lie: 1d20+5 11
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Geckoman's whole body tensed. Stesha was down on the street with a man who had managed to outfight Fulcrum. He knew the green-haired woman was powerful. So was Fulcrum. And now someone was behind him. "Listen," he said casually, tone of voice the same as if he was ordering food in a restaurant. "The House of Swords can't contribute two cents here. They can't contribute one cent. So what's going to happen is I'm going to wait a few seconds, then I'm going to turn around. When I do so, you'll be on the ground with your hands on your head and any weapons and loose cents laid out on the ground in front of you." Geckoman's hands went to his belt, like an old Western gunfighter's. He had Geckorangs stored in either side, close enough he could grab and throw them.
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"I could go on the roof," volunteered Chris, pulling his goggles out from inside his jacket. "I'll keep an eye out for anyone else who might be lurking around." "Don't jump off the roof, dear," said Liz distractedly, opening up a bag of chips. "No promises. Anyway, I've also got the Pitchoo sitting in cloud cover somewhere up there." He waved one hand in the air above his head, vaguely. "So... go check on Lurky McLurkerson, find out what the lurking's for, and if it's not savoury, we hit things until they fall down. Again." Chris twanged his goggles onto his head. "Variety. It's what our lives fundamentally lack."
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Galvanic groaned as she spun in mid-air, force fields flickering from the effects of Star Khan's attack. Her skin was dulled, sparks not flying from it. She drew one ragged breath and turned back to face Star Khan. "Runt? RUNT!?" She blurred forward, closing in just as he dodged Rock's haymaker. The tyrant didn't manage to dodge this one, one of Galvanic's fists landing a solid hit on his solar plexus, the other grasping for his throat. His powerful mechanized grip stopped her hand dead a half inch from gaining purchase on him. The short Tempestian parleyed this into an upward swing, flying from his grasp and down into the hole he'd just crashed through, boots skidding through rubble and throwing up a cloud of dust. Galvanic turned in a crouch, one hand sparking with electricity.
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Galvanic is not happy with what has transpired here. Standard Action: All-out Attack for 5, not using the Strike and instead using the unarmed. Go for the throat!: 1d20+12 27 That's a lovely little DC28 Toughness save. HERO POINT! Stunt up Improved Grab, allowing her to initiate a grapple as a free action after connecting with an unarmed strike. She's got all her array in Super-Strength still, so that's her maxed out +28 Grapple score. Can she hurl him through the floor?: 1d20+28 46 And if that works, I'm then going to throw him directly downwards into the floor. Edit: Didn't work. Fly 100' behind him into the hole he created. 10 - Galvanic - Bruised x1, -3 Toughness, -4 Impervious, 3HP, -5 Defence
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Liz rolled her eyes. "I'm right here," she protested. "Whatever is the purpose of my paycheck if not to just have a supervillain kicking around?" She rubbed at one hand with the other, trying to dislodge some smeared ink from the scrawl of notes she'd been writing on a battered looking notebook. Chris stood, dejected, hot dog in his hand. "Well, good luck!" he called at Erik's departing back. "It's going to go great! Come back with a little Espadas!" He took the hot dog in his teeth so he could put two thumbs up, and mumbled something incoherent through it. He yanked the hot dog out again, now missing at least three bites worth. "Seriously, not in favour of having the rent-a-goons show up this time." Liz didn't fall for his lenient tone. Chris's usual babble and his secretly-worried babble were distinguishable. "No one's stabbing you this time." Her voice softened. "And they're going to be fine." She leaned back in her chair to call back to Ellie. "We're all fine, beyond a sudden outbreak of the guys showing emotions. How's it going up there?"
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DC27 Fort save vs Drain Toughness: 1d20+15 20 Welp, failed by 7. So her Toughness drops to +13 and her Impervious vs energy is struck down to only 6. Toughness save to not be turned into cosmic dust (DC32): 1d20+13 31 GALVANIC LIVES!
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Free Action: Turn main array to Electric Strike and Reaction Aura. Turn Dynamic Array to Flight 1, Super-Strength 8. Turn on Impervious Force Field. Standard Action: CHAAAAAARGE! While All-out Attacking for 5 and Power Attacking for 3 with her Electric Strike. That's +9 to hit, -7 defence, and a DC33 attack. Power kiiick: 1d20+9 15 Nooope.
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Galvanic froze momentarily as Paradigm exploded through the bulkhead and was slammed into the wall by Star Khan. It had been so sudden! She wasn't a trained soldier. She was still a scientist at heart! But Rock's heroic charge to save Paradigm spurred her back into action. She watched him slam Star Khan to the floor, only to be driven back by the cyborg's immense strength. Chlo'zel exploded in a cloud of motion and sparks, her skin blazing with live current as the air around her coalesced into a semi-solid cloud of ions. She tore through the air between herself and Star Khan, lifting her feet up in an attempt to deliver a crushing two-footed kick.
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John's face contorted in a small smile. "Osla. I like that. It's a pretty name." He cast an eye up and down the bow as his... daughter (that was going to take getting used to) proffered it before him. "And I reckon if you named your bow after me, and did all," he waved his hand at her vaguely, indicating her outfit, "Then it's not as awful that I..." He stopped short, and looked at his feet. "​I missed a lot. I missed a hell of lot. But..." He sighed, and lifted a hand to the side of his daughter's face to make her gaze meet his. "Now I actually know you exist, then... well..." John's brow furrowed, his eyes somehow harder than the red glaring ones his mask presented to the world. "You're not impolitic, and you should train for you, not for me, and not to anyone who thinks you shouldn't be around. I didn't expect you." He drew his hand away. "But you're not... who's calling you impolitic?" The archer snorted, disgruntled.
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Chlo'zel put a hand on the Naram's shoulder, and looked up into her face. "If sure?" She gave a grim nod to the taller woman. "Powerful foe. Not entirely comfortablesure with letting you fight alone. Even if short time. But..." The Tenpestian sighed. "Makes sense." She sighed deeply, and turned to Rock, lifting herself up and off the ground. Galvanic smiled at the big craggy alien. "Ready, Rock? Said you were tired waiting... Not sure what you had in mind, but you'll be with me and..." She inclined her head towards the Naram. "Sorry. Unsure of name."
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Chris crashed through the door, plastic bags dangling from each arm as he struggled with a handful of brown paper bags. "I have the food!" he announced. "I didn't know what everyone liked, so I just got stuff." He staggered over to the nearest available surface and dumped his cargo of edibles. "Except pneumatics aren't exactly maintenance-light," Liz was musing to Mara. "You could still use chemical explosives, and get around any toxicity by regular maintenance like you'd end up having to do on pneumatics." She was suddenly ambushed from behind as Chris poked his head over her shoulder and balanced a bowl of nachos on her head. "What if you got mechanized pneumatic maintenance?" he sprayed through nacho crumbs. "Like, wall-roombas. Wallbas." "Dammit, Kenzie, that's..." Liz reached up to pull the bowl off her head, and stuffed some nachos in her mouth. Her brow furrowed. "Probably workable?" she said morosely with a muffled voice. "Would that work, Hallomen?" Satisfied, Chris kissed Liz on the head and leaned back. "See, Erik! Keep your mind busy." He produced a hot dog from his pocket, holding the bun out as he yanked a small bottle of mustard from inside his leather jacket. "Or have a hot dog."
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Galvanic smiled gently. "Delay?" She floated past Rock to land beside the alien woman. The Tempestian shook her head. "Should evacuate, yes. Get to safer haven." Then Galvanic suddenly and loudly cracked her knuckles. "No intention of stalling. We have fledran from too much." A wider, grimmer smile formed on her lips, and she gestured at the orange woman and at Rock. "If his forces capturetake this base... he does not." Galvanic turned and went to head out of the room again. "Star Khan is defeatedstopped now. Owe galaxy that much."
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Geckoman jumped slightly as the comms crackled. He spun back around in the chair, and fumbled with the controls. "Aaah aaaah so many," he muttered, before leaning in close to push one. With an attempt at dignity, he sat back up, reclined in his chair, and assumed a neutral, professional tone of voice, channeling Chuck Yeager. "This is Pegasus oh-oh-five. Geckoman speaking, we copy." He waved one hand vaguely in the air. Freedom League business was hard. In the Interceptors, he didn't have code signs and things, as much as Erik tried to sound authoritative. "What's your status?" Geckoman asked. "How many... hostiles?"
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Chlo'zel dropped the cards in her hand and turned quickly. Due to the disparate heights of her and Rock, she'd already been standing. Her fists clenched and her body tensed. They were here. Right where all the important tacticians and generals and politicians were. The Tempestian quickly turned her head to face Rock, loosening the top button on her coat as she did so. She had a feeling she'd need a bit of extra range of movement. "Need to helpaid." She waved one hand rapidly. "Where do we movego?"
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Geckoman swiftly jogged after Erik, easily keeping pace with the wounded man even if their positions were reversed. He clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Slow yourself down, asshole." He overtook him, as if in demonstration. "You're hurt, and we don't need you to go busting another rib or something." He knew that no matter what he said, Erik wasn't actually going to stop. Which kind of made sense, he'd do the same, but that didn't mean it was clever. "I will help you evacuate the dome, OK?" He purposefully didn't change his tone of voice, but nonetheless wasn't intending it as a question.
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John seemed to snap out of it, brusquely turning a little to snap, "I'm bloody alive. It was one missile!" He threw his hands up in the air. "It's no longer a sodding issue!" He let out a long, deep sigh. The archer turned back to his Asgardian... daughter. "This is just... quite a lot to process. I'm not a magic person. I... you're an adult, and from where I've been sitting..." His piercing eyes softened slightly. "I buried your mother only a few years ago. So..." He gestured vaguely at the woman's outfit and arsenal. "This is all very, very... new." John forced a small smile. "I like the bow, though."
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Arrowhawk >Incursion: God Squad Equinox >Uploaded to the Cloud Geckoman Give Ref pp, and roll pp and posts onto Galvanic >Incursion: That's Amore Galvanic >Incursion: O&O