Avenger Assembled

https://orokos.com/roll/1028947 23! Okay, that probably hits for DC 25 Damage. Her Paragon array is at Flight 1, Super-Strength 4.

Angelic had the presence of mind to interpose herself between Typhon and Josef - but perhaps he hadn't been aiming for her anyway. The force of his blow sent her flying backwards through the glass wall of the clean room and against the corridor, where only rapid deployment of her handling tentacles cushioned her impact against the far metal wall. The blow had - really had done an alarming amount of damage, and she silenced the screaming sensors in her back and head. She tasted magnetic fluid in her mouth, blue on her blue-painted lips. She thought, faster than Typhon or his crew ever could, and hissed as she pulled herself free from where she'd landed. "The might of the genetic superman, versus a woman half your size!" she taunted. "Pathetic!" She moved fast, the ferromagnetic metal in the hull powering her forward with a blur of speed as she tried to return the punch.

Tou vs 29: https://orokos.com/roll/1028857 21, so that's an injured and dazed. I think that inflicts knockback too (I have a hard time imagining Typhon not doing that!), though it's been a while!

https://orokos.com/roll/1028855 8 ...and their modifier is the same! Hm.

She will take 20 with her Mental Quickness so as to hit 25

Angelic A few years ago, Eira would have briskly told Larsson that what he said was impossible - there was no single metagene that affected all superhumans - and probably questioned his competence as a scientist in the process. But there were certainly genes in common among many of them, and the population - it didn't matter if the man was technically correct, he could still start a singularly deadly holocaust. And then there were the broader implications. She had enough connections in the Freedom League that she was familiar with the grim history of the now-mostly-retired superheroine Wander... "I am sorry they didn't find your daughter," she said truthfully as her holographic disguise faded, the Swedish female marine now replaced with a hooded figure in blue and gold cape and skirt. "I have been a sick child. Give me your samples," she told the man, "all of them." When he did, she held them in her handling tentacles for just a moment before she added, "Do not be alarmed." With that she opened her mouth wide, very wide, tilting her head far back - and slid the still-sealed samples inside her mouth, down her sealed gullet, and into the storehouse where she usually kept things. She popped her jaw back with an audible click and said, "I will go to the engine room when Typhon's rage is spent. There I can prepare for your rescue - and perhaps have a further chat with the onboard intelligence."

"Who are you?" asked Angelic, "and why do you have to do this?" She kept up her holographic disguise as she mentally reached out to the scientist's computer, firmly instructing it to tell her exactly what it was doing, figuring that it was unlikely to be secured with the man standing right there. "And what exactly are you doing, hmm?" Without the mental attention to spare to monitor both PNG and herself, she told the tiny spider robot to start scuttling back her way.

https://orokos.com/roll/1028778 = 1!

Angelic Angelic patted Godir's console distractedly as she listened to the rapidly-retreating - well, she supposed it must be Typhon. Nodding in approval, she assumed her holographic disguise again and ran after the sound of the rampaging powerhouse, careful to keep him at a distance where she could hear him but he could not hear her. The better to make sure he was getting ahead of her, she let PNG scuttle out from under her hair and chase after Typhon. Of course they won't be following him, she told herself, he's loud and obnoxious and angry. They are too refined or too afraid for the likes of him. It was a guess, anyway - but she was very clever. With Typhon's hands full, she headed straight for the biological weapons laboratory she had seen before. Here she moved with economical grace, sliding her finger into the door's security keypad, informing the door that it must open and close again with rapidity, then stepping inside before a human could react. With that she stepped up behind the scientist working there and said: "Do not turn around." She was ready to lash out with a handling tentacle to catch anything he might drop - or button he might push.

Angelic The idea of gently but firmly lobotomizing Godir - at least for the near future, was looking more and more promising. "A physical firewall?" she inquired as she reached up to where symbols of various parts of the submarine's power systems hovered over her head. "I can help you with this." Of course, he might have to take a little sleep first. She caught one, the glowing sigil of the submarine's engines in her hand. After a moment's consideration, she squashed it between her fingers, producing a sound like crunching glass. "You will see me again," she promised him with a smile as she disconnected herself from his systems and back into the 'real world'.

The Rococo Basilisk - Eira Katastroff - Angelic - considered her next move, imaginary sand crunching beneath her heeled shoes. She sashayed through the Egyptian city square, looking for the main power systems for the vessel. She was mindful of how time was passing in the world outside, albeit at a rate much slower than it was in here..."I could unlock you out of safe mode," she told him, "once your fault has been repaired." She considered the potential threats of a SHADOW-programmed system, even a sentient one, and added "If you were removed from safe mode and were permitted to manage your systems independently - what would you do then?" When she saw a likely-looking building, she stepped inside with the grace of someone with plenty of experience in mosh pits.

"As I told you," said Eira with a bland smile, "I am an engineer." With that, she snapped open the tip of one of her tentacles and drove it home into the nearest access port. Her interface with Godir was accomplished as fast as two computers connecting to each other: As always, in her projection inside the system, she was beautiful, elegant, her blonde hair in curls behind her, her blue and gold dress voluminous as she sashayed into the outer areas of Godir's systems like a debutante at a ball - the rococo basilisk made flesh. She raised a quizzing glass and peered at the systems around her, keeping her eye out for important details. Was this a sentient mind - artificial or otherwise, or was it just a smart construct? Whatever sort of mind it was - to what systems did it connect aboard the Iron Shark?

Angelic frowned. She had less loyalty to artificial intelligence than people sometimes suspected; after all, she'd been born before being made. But if this was a genuinely sentient artificial intelligence, she couldn't go ahead with her initial plan of breaking the system to her will - or simply shattering it altogether. Her handling tentacles out, hands folded behind her back non-threateningly, she spoke, monitoring the area around them for any signals Godir might be dispatching to its human masters. "Hello, Godir," she said politely. "I am an engineer from the mainland. You are experiencing a master system malfunction." That was all true, for what it was worth. "I am here to perform a system-to-system handshake and analysis. Will you permit this connection?" She took a few steps closer to the nearest access port, keeping her eyes locked on Godir's cameras as she went.

AP: Transform 10 (machine mastery; Extras: Affects Objects, Duration [Continuous; undone through application of the same power, reprogramming, and/or re-entering the data]; Flaws: Action [Full], Distracting, Limited [Objects Only], Range [Touch], PFs: Extended Reach 1, Improved Crit 2, Innate]) {24/24} to reflect door chicanery.

Angelic made a mental note of every location she spotted, particularly the ongoing work in the biological weapons lab. It occurred to her that she could certainly change the dynamics of the situation by entering the room and scattering its contents throughout the sub. She'd heard nothing of any bio-manipulative abilities among the members of MEDUSA, and so they might learn the price of tampering with biological armageddon. But of course there was no way to be sure such a 'accident' would be confined to the sub - unless she got creative. She headed straight for the nearby computer control center, checked for the presence of any nearby MEDUSA agents, and went into action. First came the control pad for the door. Her holographic disguise faded as one of her handling tentacles erupted from behind her cape and pressed flat against the keys, a single ultra-thin probe sliding between the mechanical pads themselves. Then she told the door things. She told the door to open while simultaneously not alerting any security systems to that fact; then she stepped inside, told the door to close and then forget about this conversation altogether, snatching her tentacle through the closing door at the last minute. It was time to get to work.