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Geckoman looked up for a second, thinking. "Man, hardware. I've got a cloaking field here, actually, but it's only good for visual and radar. Sonar'll still pick us up, along with anything fancy, and I'd need to overclock it to get all four of you into it." He shrugged, and began counting off other items on his fingers. "Might help with the egg distribution. I've also got Geckorangs, smoke bombs, cutting torch, a swiss army knife, and a big stick with a battery in it." He swivelled around full circle on the chair. "I think we're also kind of forgetting the main thing. We need to stealthily get INSIDE the thing before we start sneaking around. How do we gain entry? If we want the element of surprise, we can hardly go blasting holes in the hull. We need to find a blind spot to get up close, get through the hull, then sneak around." Geckoman sprung up, as if suddenly gripped by an idea. "Oh! And my lunch! Also got my lunch in the belt. Ahem. Anyway, I figure, we're thinking too inflexibly. There's five of us. We don't all have to sneak. What I, the man in green with the big fast whooshy spaceship, am proposing, is a big, loud distraction while some of you sneak in."
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"Don't know much of war," admitted Chlo'zel. "Tempest very isolated. Planet very dangerous." She grimaced slightly. She truly didn't know much about the roles different people played in war. When the sky itself was incredibly destructive, even warring for resources made little sense when lightning strikes could destroy the resources used to make the tools for war. "Wrackbeasts most dangerous thing I have fought." Her eyes lit up when Rock produced playing cards. "Of course! Boredweary waiting. Don't know game, could teachshow me?" she said hopefully. Chlo'zel quickly zipped to the side, dragging a crate over to serve as a table.
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Arrowhawk stopped mid-growl, and backed away a few steps from Set. He looked at the Asgardian who'd just appeared. The... face looked familiar. Somehow. It was recognisably the young woman who'd sent him the message. His hands went limp, and the bow dropped to the sand with a soft thump. He took a couple of steps forward. His jaw mouthed a couple of times, but syllables wouldn't come out. Instead, he reached up and pushed his hood back, dropping his domino mask off to the side. John looked at his daughter. "How?" he forced out, voice hoarse.
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Still deciphering his impenetrable jargon: 1d20+5 15 OK, Giz, what's he saying.
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Geckoman landed on his back amid the debris with a small thud. "Blargh," he stated confidently. He'd leapt skyward instinctively when the spheres had detonated. Unfortunately, in this gravity, he'd both gone up much further than anticipated and came down much more slowly. He slowly came up to his feet, shaking off the moon dust. Man, it was going to take ages to clean it out of the nooks and crannies of his belt. "I'm alive! Not dead. That'd suck." He shook his head slightly. "So. How fast can we repair this dome? I mean, we're out here. On the Moon. Without all that air stuff that we've got unfortunate issues with. Unless we can get inside, we can't make with the bandaging. And if Jill's holding it shut, she can't do that."
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"I can track people by their armpit stink!" exclaimed Geckoman from the pilot's chair. He lifted his arm and lowered his head to under it, as a demonstration. "And see the colour heat makes!" He hit some control buttons in a rapid staccato. "I will also be your pilot for this evening," he continued. "But... hold on, I'm not sure what one of those buttons did, do you feel anything venting? No? Well, that's good?" Smiling merrily, he pivoted around to face those on board the ship. "I can also do some other stuff. Punch, kick, backflip, dance on the ceiling, disguise myself as an ornamental vase, the usual stealth and combat operational woogity-woogity. As an in-flight announcement, if at any point in our voyage, something stabs me or lops off a limb, don't worry, it'll probably grow back. Not too sure about the head, so if that comes up I'd put it close to the body and pray." Geckoman rubbed his hands together. "Also, I only curse in four languages. Which is weird, because I only speak three."
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"Oh!" exclaimed Galvanic. He wasn't just saying his name, he was saying stuff! That just happened to sound exactly like saying his name. This was a weird language. Did they all say Rock, or was he named so because he said it a lot, or...? "Think I understand. Asking if here alone." The Tempestian shrugged her shoulders. "Was with others. Left for other tasks. Stayed, hoping to helpaid." She exhaled deeply, and jerked her head towards the intelligence conference. "Don't know how to stopdefeat Communion yet." Chlo'zel looked earnestly up at Rock's craggy face. "Assume that's why you're here too?"
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Doooodge DC 25: 1d20+14 20 I'm going to spend one of my HP to reroll this, bringing Gecks down to 3HP. Pray for a small miracle: 1d20+14 28 Weee, Evasion
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Rock rock rock POKEBALL: 1d20+5 17
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Arrowhawk crossed the distance much faster than it would seem possible for a man of his age and physical condition. Baleful red eyes loomed down over Set. "Oh, I can honestly say there was no goddamn pleasure." He hunched down somewhat, flicking a warning look to Sekhmet as he did. He got close enough for Set to see all the scars, lines and greying stubble on Arrowhawk's face in intimate detail. Arrowhawk spoke in a low, clear, near-monotonous voice. He daren't let any emotion come through. "Vivian Krieger died. A madman killed her. Do you understand that? So believe me when I say that am giving you one chance. If you're messing with me, a fun little game of holly jolly Santa Claus, I am giving you this once chance to stop. Do you understand me?"
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"Well," growled Arrowhawk. He didn't like the feeling of being manipulated. Of some godling pretending to be some daughter to get him out into the godforsaken desert to fight nightmares. He'd probably do that anyway. Not with any enthusiasm, but still. "It'd seem, of the many qualities you found among us, Mr Set." He gestured at the group. "That those qualities would be the sort to come and fight something like this if you'd just asked. And if you went looking for specific personalities, please, think long and hard about who's saying this." Arrowhawk glowered at the young-looking deity. "Don't manipulate me. I was sitting alone on Christmas. You know how you could have got me to come here? An ancient god was making monsters. You could have just asked for my help."
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Chlo'zel wobbled a little. This big guy was strong. Even compared to her. Hand shaking over with, she lowered herself back down to the floor, big boots clomping as she landed. "Rock? Appropriate name." She shot him a wide grin. "Nice to meet you." She looked around behind her, curious as to what Rock'd been looking for in the tunnel. There wasn't much, just some boxes and occasionally soldiers going by. "Are you soldier, or volunteered? I came to helpaid, saw Communion firsthand." Her smile faded slightly. Some of the bruises from her encounter with that fleet had yet to fade entirely. Chlo'zel hadn't wanted to disturb any of the medics attending to those who'd been hurt more, but one of her ribs really hurt and she wasn't sure if it was serious or not. "Have to help stop them."
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No speak Americano: 1d20+5 10 Galvanic is struggling to speak Rock
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Geckoman leaned back in his chair as he swooshed through the solar system, careering towards Pluto. Every so often, he'd press some buttons and guide the course away slightly, to avoid crashing into space debris or moons or planets or something. It was cool flying a Freedom League spaceship, but it was an easy ship to fly, not a short journey like his time on the Moon was, and it also felt slightly like adultery. So he'd occupied his time drumming on the edge of the console, and somehow managing to patch his MP3 player into the consoles. And was now singing loudly, out of key and without regard for basic rhythm or taste. "Danger zoooo-ooooo-ooooooone~" He waved one arm in the air as the other hand danced over some switches and buttons. "Ride intoooooooo the danger zoooone! Something something something, spreading out the wings toniiiiiight!"
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SHOCKED BY HGM Quick edit for Galvanic Spend 1pp on Environmental Adaptation (Zero-G)
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Galvanic sagged back against a wall. For all her phenomenal strength and endurance, the fight had drained her, both physically and voltaically. Dark bruises were spread across part of her neck and chest, and some buttons had some off her coat. She managed some half-hearted cursing at the Broan's arrogance. Deep down, she wasn't wholly unglad. She wasn't sure she had it for a few round with their fleet as well. Wincing, the Tempestian pushed herself fully upright, and approached her comrades. "Not over." A grim smile found its way to Chlo'zel's place. "Not yet." She looked at Corona. "What do you thinksuppose we can do to help?"
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Chlo'zel paced back and forwards restlessly, boots clumping on the hard floor. How long was this taking? People were out there fighting and dying, and all these supposed experts and tacticians and military leaders could surely come up with a plan in a shorter space of time so they could do something about it! Her fists were scrunched tight in frustration, sparks occasionally flickering in anger around them. She turned to pace the other direction, to nearly collide with a giant rock person. "Oh. Apologysorry." She craned her neck to look up at his blocky head. "You're bigtall," she observed. The Tempestian hovered up in the air slightly, to be closer to the alien's eye level. Chlo'zel held out a hand, much less gingerly than someone of such a size difference. "Chlo'zel Elzak. Boredweary of this long wait for action, yes?" She smiled widely.
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Extraordinary Effort! Stunt Telekinesis off the 35pp Area... Telekinesis 11 (Extras: Area - Burst, Selective Attack, Flaws: Action - Full) [33PP], and also increase the rank by 2 to Telekinesis 13 Then make an opposed power check to keep the nanites within the immediate area... DANGER ZONE: 1d20+13 19... eh, I have a stack of HP, let's reroll. TAKE A RIDE INTO THE DANGER ZONE: 1d20+13 23+10=33
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"On it," said Equinox, lifting her wand above her head. She screwed her eyes shut, dimming their glow. Light crackled from her feet, up her body, going upwards and upwards into her fingertips. As it went, the colour drained from her already pale skin. The combination of this, and her eyes being shut, lent her a different image, one of fatigue and weariness, rather than super witch. The light shot upwards from her wand, into the clouds, causing them to whirl and spiral around the beam of light. The spiral grew wider, and wider, and wider, grey spreading across the sky. Equinox let out a single breath, and brought her wand down slowly, the light dimming. She opened her eyes suddenly, and as light flared from them once more, the clouds swept downwards, into a whirling corona of wind and water vapour, tight around the area of combat, trying to keep the nanobots contained within one area.
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Arrowhawk bowed his head as the explosion rippled through the air and sand, averting his eyes as the sand and debris swept past him, sending his tattered cape near perpendicular with his body. He exhaled heavily in the aftermath, looking up at the remains of Typhon. He didn't quite lower his bow, still holding it a little rigidly and a little too high to be said to have stood down. He turned to everyone else. "Hold on. How do we know it's actually over? Is there any way to destroy the remains, or at least bury them too deep to reform. I don't think we should... take chances, with that thing."
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A little late again, but for your pleasure, I present post awards. A little slow of a month, but hey, you guys got PP anyhow, so enjoy! Blue Rose Elite: 1PP Kit: 1PP Wayward: 0PP ca_laserdwarf Coiled Lightning: 1PP Dragonid: 1PP caelcormac Jason Stack: 1PP Darksider42 Riff: 0PP Ruby Voxx: 1PP Ecalsneerg Arrowhawk: 0PP Equinox: 0PP Galvanic: 1PP Geckoman: 0PP Exaccus Black Knight: 1PP Ulysses: 1PP Fox Gaian Knight / Tiamat: 2PP Dragonfly: 1PP Eclipse: 0PP Wraith: 1PP Geez3r Maxima: 1PP Gizmo Jack of all Blades / Jill O Cure: 1PP Midnight II: 1PP Wail: 1PP Ghost Girl: 1PP Set / Sekhmet: 4PP GooseInduced Polarity: 1PP and a PL bump to PL11! Seika: 1PP Skaere: 1PP and a PL bump to PL8! Heritage Deep Freeze: 1PP Grimalkin: 1PP Miracle Girl: 1pp and a bump to PL9! HG Morrison Argonaut: 0PP Foreshadow: 1PP Glamazon: 2PP Roulette: 1PP and a bump to PL11! KnightDisciple Cobalt Templar: 1PP Gabriel: 1PP Nevermore: 2PP Sun Walker: 1PP Thoughtspeed: 1PP and a bump to PL12! MisterShoeBox Phantasmo: 1PP Raveled Blue Jay: 1PP Corona: 1PP and a bump to PL11! Miras: 1PP TNTeen: 0PP RobRX Bloodline: 1PP Kharag: 1PP Rampart: 1PP Sorus Blue Fox: 1PP Nightingale: 1PP Willow: 1PP souffle_girl Mechanized: 1PP Nano Angel: 1PP The Osprey Endeavour: 3PP TiffanyKorta Blodeuwedd: 2PP Miss Grue: 1PP Revenant: 1PP The Traveller: 1PP Triakosia: 1PP Young Britannia: 1PP Vahnyu Hronos: 1PP Meatheral: 1PP Net Fly: 1PP
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<Issue! Issue!> came Hayley's voice in Siobhan's head. "What?" she snapped, out loud instead of in her head. <What is it?> <No magic, no magic. Not any magic.> Equinox frowned mentally as the raccoon clarified. <It's not magic.> Equinox lifted her wand, to point dead at the nominal angel. "Well, so it'd seem, Mr Divine Emissary, that there's absolutely nothing of the magic to you. The only magic in this area is what we brought, and I got confirmation. Sir, we deal with real divine emissaries. I'm going to give you a chance to acknowledge this and accept the implications of aggravating us if we can deal with them. And stand down."
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Signing up Galvanic so Gizmo won't hit me. Also, Geckoman, if there's space in space.
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Move Action: Get up Standard Action: Start the combined attack off, with a power attack for 5, and an explosive arrow. +12 to hit, DC+12. So, Start the assault: 1d20+12 28