Avenger Assembled

January 2020 Claremont Academy Chemistry 102 "I am Eira Katastroff Natt och Dag. I am from Sweden." Standing at the front of the class, Eira stared straight ahead and recited much the same speech she had in every single one of her classes that day, her calculatedly blank face belied by the anger burning in her words. When she was done, she walked back to her seat and sat down, crossing her arms over her chest and giving the teacher an unblinking blue-eyed stare. When their teacher stopped her lecture early to break the students up into lab partners, the new student smirked faintly before cracking open the handout to look at their assignment instructions. There'd been some talk of picking lab partners for this activity, but the idea didn't seem to be on her mind even as the other students began the cautious reunification that comes with the first day of class. "Papper," she muttered she paged through the two-page handout. "Dum."

I'd want to put it towards the coast, I think, so that the state roads are still usable.

The first two sound good - the third yes, but don't put it in the Doomforge! Give it some horror. Right now I assume that Kingston is the new Fens...

"Thank you, but we won't be staying-ach!" Bernhard said something to Eira abruptly - who spat back before turning back to Lulu and making a beckoning gesture with her right hand. "Come and see." Her accent wasn't exactly thick, but it was noticeable enough - the sort of voice that sounded like it should have been talking about hot dishes or speaking on a monitor at Ikea. The inside of her valise looked vaguely like clock gears half-submerged in liquid metal. "This is a Lor industrial fabricator. I am using it to build devices in the room I will need." She considered for a moment, then said, "It will not go on your side." She stood there and watched as the silvery sheen spread over the desk and bookshelves on her side of the room, saying a few words in Swedish that didn't sound friendly, and only giving only a shrug as her parents said their goodbyes. When they left, she didn't hesitate a moment, stepping forward and driving her fist into the wall on her side with blinding speed. There was a faint crunch as the drywall broke, and she pulled her hand away with a disgusted expression on her face, the last edges of the fabricator's field spreading over and covering the hole.

No need to roll and keep the HP, what you describe as happening happens! Okay, @RocketLord and then @Heritage, do your thing.

Eira fixed cold blue eyes on Lulu's hand, then shook it with a grip like a wet noodle. Her fingers were long and thin, her hand a little bony in Lulu's grip, her skin about room temperature. "Charmed." She turned back to her valise and snapped open the old-fashioned lock. The case snapped open, and a remarkable thing happened. The contents seemed to unfold as Lulu watched, spreading over the surface of the desk as if some very complicated internal mechanism had been set into motion. Glowing instruments and a set of tools here, a monitor screen attached to a laptop there, as if everything she could have wanted really had been neatly compacted down into that suitcase. Her father asked her something and Eira responded in English without turning around. "Why?" Eira's parents shot Lulu a look that was almost apologetic. After a moment's hesitation, her mother said, "I am Magda Katastroff, and this is my husband Bernhard. I'm so glad the school was able to find Eira a roommate this year. If you need anything," she said, handing a glossy, embossed card to Lulu, "don't hesitate to call us. We're far away, but that doesn't mean we don't care." The last was said with a look at her daughter's back. Eira made a dismissive noise on her side of the room as a mirrored screen rose above her desk, casting her into a mirrored triplicate. It was now clear that the contents of her valise were not just unfolding but actually spreading across her side of the room, the walls beginning to turn a distinct shade of silver.

Aquaria's nat-20 was too good to pass up. She's got big nostrils!

Have at it, baby!

January 2020 Claremont Academy Amid all the hubbub and bub of learning the secrets of various friends, and going on cosmic adventures with other friends, Crystal-Gazer had almost (but not quite) missed the fact that she'd technically been without a room-mate for the entire fall semester. There'd been a conversation before break about how she was going to have a new room-mate after the Christmas holiday, a girl from Sweden named Eira, but that was about all she'd heard. Now it was move-back-in day after the break, and she was set to meet her new room-mate for the first time. She was on her way down the hall to her room, the hallways full of students, parents, and even the occasional friend, when she overheard an argument coming from her open door - an argument that she couldn't understand. First came a man's voice, an older one. Someone not quite yelling but certainly speaking with authority, in a language that she couldn't immediately understand, a feminine voice about her own age. Then another voice, a woman's, as upset as the man's. It wasn't quite loud enough that people were coming to investigate but they were certainly listening. Turning the corner and stepping into her room, she was confronted with two people, no - three? The first two were easy enough to understand. A man in a shirt and slacks that were too expensive to be as casual as he wanted to look, the sort of middle-aged that's beginning to turn into a paunch, a blonde mustache turning to grey on his face. The woman next to him looked much the same, her blonde hair cut short in a pageboy, jewelry on her neck and hands, looking more like a college president than anything else. At Lulu's arrival, they turned to her and smiled politely. "Hello," said the father, "you must be...Lulu?" his accent in English was distinct, but his command of the language fluent. The third occupant of the room stared at Lulu, her pale cheeks flushed from anger. She looked like a punk, hair dyed blue and face pierced, and the only piece of furniture she'd brought with her was a single valise she'd left on the vacant desk on the other side of the room. She said nothing...and thought nothing. As far as Lulu could tell, there was nothing there at all. "Aren't you going to say hello, Eira?" asked her mother. Eira rolled her eyes and fired something off that made her parents glare at her. With a sigh, she turned her attention to Lulu. "Hello. What are you in for?"

The Front Dalekos led the way up the temple steps as part of his disguised force swam behind him, turning his back to the Deep One mob below them with the bravery of an Atlantean warrior. Their submarine hovered roughly horizontally across the plane of the steps, a dark line across the crowd beneath. There were songs and howls and grunts behind them, but Dalekos kept his eyes fixed on those above. When he'd reached them, he bowed unhesitatingly before the Harbinger. "Greetings, my lord. I bring my greatest warriors to pledge to your cause." "Rise, Talek," said the Harbinger with the air of a beneficent monarch. "I am glad to see so many of your tribe have joined us - that the Children of Dagon are not the only ones who stand against the corrupt Throne of Atlantis!" The crowd below, anyway, sung in their triumph and Aquaria snorted at the blasphemy; then realized what she could smell. Something familiar, and close by. Closing her eyes and briefly ignoring the prattle of the Atlantean as he introduced his traveling party, she listened with senses that could hear the song of the universe and realized she could hear something moving past them in the direction of the temple, something, no, someone that she recognized. She opened her eyes, stared at the arriving Atlanteans as they made their obeisance to the Harbinger and his hooded mate and realized something. She recognized one, no, two of them! Reflexively she closed the faceplate of her helmet, the opaque features hiding her expression. An Atlantean general and the Atlantean who studied at Claremont! They must be here for the hostages; curse the luck. Did they not realize I can tell one Atlantean from another? Perhaps she couldn't blame them for making the mistake; frankly it was _not_ easy with them or any other being that bore the mask of Surfacemen, but those two had impressed themselves on her memory quite well. She cleared her faceplate after a moment, not sure what to do. Expose these Atlanteans, and risk a war - or hope that they came only to save the hostages and not to kill her people before her eyes? Well, when she put it that way, she knew her play. "Why do you come here?" she demanded suddenly, interposing her way into the conversation with the frankness a true Deep One should show - not the honeyed words of the transformed Surface-Man. "This is no place for the likes of you. This place is already mine!" She thought about shouting a warning in English, but of course the mutated Surface-Man would speak that. Instead she fixed her gaze on Dalekos and Heroditus among the troops. "Patience, Sea Devil!" laughed the Harbinger with a smug tone that made Aquaria want to shove her trident down his throat. "Talek has been in our camp for some time. Why should there not be an Atlantean on their Throne, when the stars are right?" "As you say, Lord," said Dalekos smoothly. "But until that great day comes, I bring only gifts that I might buy the freedom of those of my poor foolish _civilized_ countrymen who fell victim to your raid. Surely even the Surfacer's pet would not disagree?" Two of the Atlantean soldiers dropped an impressive-looking chest of ancient Atlantean design on the temple platform as he spoke. Aquaria resisted the urge to tell the Harbinger that when the stars were right there would be no thrones, and no kings, save Dagon and Hydra and the other Gods Below, something any Deep One should know! Instead she bellowed, "He thinks you are a fool; you prove him right to take these dolphins to your bosom!" She struck the ground with her trident. "I too have come here for those you have taken - but I offer you no baubles from those who kill us for their sport. Are you so _weak_ that you take them?" It was a vile insult, but no worse than sneering about her sexual habits. "Do none of _us_ get a chance to speak, amid all this bellowing?" The Harbinger's mate threw back her hood - and Theodora smiled at her brother with pointed teeth. "Hello, brother. I'm so glad you're here." She smiled (not blank, not horror, but the teasing superiority that Heroditus knew well when his sister was feeling bold) as tentacles emerged from her robe, and raised a hand emblazoned (much to Aquaria's horror) with the golden sign of the king in its three-fold glory. "We have such sights to show you..." - The Back Evidently realizing that they'd spotted his 'tail', the Deep One who'd followed Miss Grue and Wraith around to the rear entrance of the temple didn't bother to conceal himself. Raising a bone-tipped spear, he called, "What ho!" He clung to the stony flanks of the ancient monument and said. "Prisoners are for the leaders, outlanders. Whose people are you?" Up close, the cyclopean bulk of the temple loomed, casting where they stood into a darkness that no visible light could penetrate. They could hear sounds coming from within by the iron-seeming grate that blocked their path further, voices and other sounds coming from mammalian rather than aquatic throats. The Atlantean prisoners had to be close by indeed inside the temple's bulk.

Up on da platform Sea Devil - Notice (30) Harbinger - has no Notice!

Notice check for a Deep One: 13 Stealth check for a Deep One 16 Okay, both of you beat that easily! I'll post IC as soon as we hear from @Grumblefloof in the sub.

Okay, @Fox, I think I took care of everything here.

APPROVED

Are you still looking here, @Heritage?

Give me a check even so, Tiff! =D

He saw the fear in her eyes - and knew he'd seen it before. Faces of friends, of enemies, of strangers passed through his mind - even the gods fearing something as simple as a lone man with a simple weapon. Because they know what you are. They know you're not like them. Down below, the voice continued to taunt Cheval. "Me? I'm nothing, boy. It was the people here who made me. They bled each other for so many things!" There was a distinct tap-tap-tapping from somewhere nearby as Cheval pulled his way free, perhaps the sound of a large spider scuttling somewhere. "So much blood, over so many years. Then it all stopped. and Ah truly thought Ah would starve. And then _they_ came, the Hungry Ones, and things have been goooooood." A low laugh as a face began to form in the pentagram - a face that matched that of...PERSEPHONE! "Why hello there sugar!" she declared as Persephone joined them down below. "Well well well, this is new! All this time Ah've never seen two like you together before. Or does baby make _three_, darlin?" The face in the pentagram winked at Persephone. "Does Daddy know you're out whorin' around with some voodoo witch doctor and a murderer? But then you always _did_ have a taste for that sort of thing, didn't you, honey?!" Upstairs, Woodsman stood up from where he'd knelt on the floor the moment the plants crashed through the wall. "I'm not insane," he whispered as he pulled his crossbow out and loaded it. "I'm not insane." He blinked and was standing in the baby room again, hearing its eerie wailing and knowing his duty, and then was back where he'd stood on the second floor again. "I am not insane. It's real." And then, hooking a line around a protruding piece of wood, he began his descent down below.

"It's...yeah." Fueled by Lady Liberty's insight, Monica could tell how tense Ashley was - but she smiled anyway. The idea that she'd disappointed Beth Walton-Wright was actually a punch right in the goddamned stomach, not that she was interested in showing that in front of the teenagers. "It hasn't been easy, but we've gotten it done." "This year we might..." Judy swallowed hard, then said. "Well, if anybody should know, it should be Lady Liberty, right? Ah know we can trust you, Monica. And now that you and Daddy are on the same team, that'll make everything better." She hesitated a moment, then said, "Listen, um, you're probably wondering about me, and why Ah was in the GSA despite having, you know, mah conservative roots. Ah want you to know that knowing people like you, and Janus Danger, and everybody else...has really changed me, and how Ah saw the world. Everything I did for that club was real!"

Okay, let's see a Stealth check, @Tiffany Korta and @Fox. @Grumblefloof, looks like you're up in the sub.

Angelic (Änglalik in her native Swedish) Power Level: 10/11 (209/209PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: ±0 Attack / ±0 Damage, -2 Defense / +2 Toughness Identity: Secret Alternate Identity: Eira Katastroff Natt och Dag Birthplace: Sigtuna, Sweden Legal Status: Swedish citizen with no criminal record Base of Operations: Freedom City, New Jersey Residence: Claremont Academy Occupation: SCIENCE Affiliations: The Katastroff Family Family: Bernhard Katastroff (Father) Magda Natt och Dag (Mother) Age: 19 (Date of Birth: April 1st, 2002) Gender: Female Species: Machine intelligence Height: 5'7" Weight: 150 lbs Skin: Pale/Silver Hair: Blonde/NA Eyes: Blue Character History: Eira Katastroff Natt och Dag is from one of the oldest families in Sweden; the Katastroffs can trace their maternal lineage back to the House of Vasa in the 1500s, while the Natt och Dag clan's heritage goes back to the medieval period. In the days of her ancestors, this would have meant a cloistered childhood in a castle, an education in sewing and household management, and eventual marriage for political purposes. But Europe's nobility is (generally) not what it is in old American movies. Though Eira was technically born in a castle outside the small town of Sigstuna, her family actually lives in a 19th century mansion nearby, and a significant portion of their income comes from renting the Natt och Dag castle out to the government for tourist purposes. Her father is technically heir to a great many noble titles but in day-to-day life is an investment banker, while her mother (of equally noble lineage) is actually one of Sweden's more successful tax attorneys. When she was four years old, she started getting sick - a sickness that grew worse and worse as she got older and older, until when she was eight years old it seemed like she wouldn't live another year. She couldn’t even pronounce the name of the disease until after her second birth - but it was in her heart, it was slow, and it would mean her death before she reached the age of 10. She remembers those days painfully; how sick and cold she was all the time, as if she would never get better again, the weeks, then months inside and outside of hospitals, how she hated the way other children could run and play when she was caged by her own failing flesh, and how sad it seemed that she was going to Heaven before she even learned to ride a bike. She believed in Heaven then, in the idea of a world where everything would be better even if nothing was good here. And then her uncle and his friends from America helped her. It took her some time to actually understand what had happened to her - her brain patterns had been carefully studied by some of the most powerful computers (and minds) on Earth, then reconstructed inside a computer even as her organic body died. From there her brain was uploaded into a new body; a cunningly-built robotic duplicate of her original physique. All she really knew was that she was healthy now, and could go into computers if she wanted, and if she had to learn how to control a body again - well it was still better than the failing one she'd had. If her parents had any hesitation about what had happened, a daughter who could run and play and hug them was a great balm to the mind. For her part, Eira was delighted to make new friends - to really get to know her uncle as more than just a smiling Jultomten figure, to meet American superheroes like her beautiful Tant Americana, like Sharl, who was like the older brother she’d never had, and friends of his who were like fantastic creatures from another life. Eira's childhood has been distinctly...odd, even if you leave out the superheroes - a body growing in fits and starts as advancing technology allowed for more and more upgrades, and as her 'flesh' was enhanced to match her aging mind. She remembers the day she chose to start her puberty, when a mental command at the age of fourteen awakened cunningly-concealed programming that she’s still learning how to cope with. Most of her education took place privately through hired tutors, and she made few friends her own age. But she’s an unparalleled genius (as well she should be) and by the age of sixteen had earned a bachelor’s degree in Computer Science from Stockholm University in Sweden. She’s recently returned from a year in space alongside her “big brother”, the Terran-born Lor hero Citizen - and is eager to apply what she’s learned to Earth. Unfortunately, things haven’t gone quite the way she expected lately. Her behavior is not 'out of control' and she certainly has not "allowed her intelligence to blind her to the need to understand human beings!" Now she’s graduated from Claremont and working in Freedom City, the better to break into her role as a truly global heroine! Physical Description: When she can get away with it, Eira Katastroff Natt och Dag dresses like the metalhead she is. Usually this just means a black T-shirt emblazoned with bands she likes (she's a big fan of Arch Enemy, especially because some people say it's not real metal) and riveted jeans; but she likes to take the time to make really good outfits out of black leather and metal before she hits a concert. When she can't get away with it, she reluctantly dons the formal dresses and flowery blouses that befits a member of the Swedish nobility. (She has to make more public appearances than she'd like, primarily at the hospitals that her family's wealth helps endow.) She has long hair that she's dyed bluish-white, and when she can get away with it she likes to let it fall down across her face - though that's primarily just for a look. When she's working on a project, she pulls her hair back in a ponytail, pulls on a leather apron over her outfit, and goes to work. She likes to wear circular black mirrorshades that look vaguely steampunk. Angelic is a gorgeous, traditionally feminine paragon that looks decidedly different from the punk-rock inventor that is Eira Katastroff. Her short blonde hair and her blue eyes are perfect, her voluptuous form hugged tightly by a blue and yellow costume with a large S across the chest and a flowing golden cape behind her. She flies with a skirt on and shorts on under the skirt. She does not have any visible piercings or tattoos, though technically the one on Eira’s back that reads FOREVER GIRL is just magnetically treated skin. She speaks English with a distinct Swedish accent. Her Galstandard is accented to a cunning traveler of the stars, but it's rather different - it's distinctly old-fashioned and rustic, the celestial equivalent of Appalachian English. Eira likes to wear eye-catching makeup, usually dark blue lipstick and eyeliner to match her hair and pale complexion, but will reluctantly don a more conventional appearance if she needs to fit in. She has several piercings and likes to move them around - after all, they don’t really cause her any pain and she can easily seal the holes up again. Currently she has both ears pierced (she likes to wear pentagram earrings, as they’re metal!) and her left eyebrow (it’s just a studded bar), the ones in her ears are iron and the one in her eyebrow is silver. Powers and Tactics: Angelic prefers not to fight but sometimes you must. She does a distinct ritual with her fingers whenever she's about to go into battle; cracking her knuckles and spreading her fingers out just so; this has to do with tying into the circuits in her wings as well as powering up her internal systems. Her primary combat weapon is the spikes of computronium buried above her wrists that she can extrude at will, the extruded blades letting her directly interface with a wide variety of cybernetic system, and are also really sharp! She can cut you with her wings, too, so watch out, dårar! Her powers are essentially cyberkinetic in nature, so any power stunts will be centered around that. Personality and Motivation: “Higher. Further. Faster.” Eira’s personality is one that looks for limits and pushes them as far as they’ll go - sometimes dangerously. Even she’s not immortal. She is just a robot angel cast in lightning. Eira is arrogant, as well she should be. She is considerably smarter, stronger, and tougher than most people she knows - and indeed most anyone else, anywhere.. Eira also has lots of self-doubt, as many publicly arrogant people do - she wonders if she’ll ever have real friends or a romantic partner. She knows all too well how different she is from other people - and deep down she wishes she was a bit more like them. Part of the reason she likes listening to metal music is that it’s something normal teenagers like to do - but mostly it’s because she likes the sound. Eira enjoys the chance to apply her intelligence to bringing down enemies, and isn’t above pointing out to them exactly how she just did the thing she did to bring them low. Eira likes showmanship - though she’s still not entirely good at it. Eira identifies as a machine intelligence, though it’s not a fact she’s particularly eager to broadcast. (She doesn’t want to be a test case for Europe or America’s laws about the legal rights of machines, even if she’d probably win such a test case because of her family’s wealth and connections.) She doesn’t particularly identify with other machine intelligences as equals, but she would react violently and vigorously to any organic attempts to enslave other machine intelligences. After all, she knows where that’s going. Eira has some rather old-fashioned attitudes about the Norse pantheon, and regards their current resurgence as a sign of how many people have forgotten the lessons of World War 2. She is vigorously proud of the Fenriswulf, and of the family scandal some seventy-five years ago when her maternal grandmother was born as a result of a civil marriage between a scion of Swedish nobility and the painter from Norway he'd invited into his home in 1940. Complications: Domo Arigato: Eira is a robot; things that work on the living do not work on her, while things that work on machines work all too well. Friends On The Other Side: From Fenris to the Storm family,. from Citizen to Miss Americana, Eira has friends and family all over the world and beyond - but many of them have powerful enemies. "Little Niece": Eira grew up in the shadow of the superheroic community - and now everybody knows her! Scientists and engineers recognize Miss Americana and Dragonfly's perky little assistant, hobgoblins and frost giants recognize Kimber Storm's little niece with all the questions, Praetorians and Lor recognize Citizen's little sister with the big smile (my how you've changed, etc), and so on, and so on, and so on. It has its advantages but it also means that everyone's watching - or it feels that way, anyway! Machine Within: Eira's skin has a tendency to get knocked around when she takes hard hits, sliding around loosely or even parting to show the wet pink polymer underneath. Her 'blood' is a magnetorheological fluid that looks like high-quality stage blood but is clearly not under the slightest serious chemical investigation. Her eyes are typically blue but glow blue if damaged. Not Included: Eira's internal power source is a powerful chemical battery rather than an internal power plant - this makes it relatively easy for her to repair and recharge herself, but it does mean she's vulnerable to being captured and disabled. This Flesh: Is Eira's disconnection from the flesh a result of her cybernetic nature, or just because she's eighteen? Either way, she's eager to feel things - just not to show that she's feeling them. Uncanny Valley: Eira is perfectly human on the outside. But sometimes creatures, and people, with particular sensitivities will get a strange vibe off her - as if she is the dead brought back to life, or something that never was alive. Abilities: 0 + 0 + [-10] + 12 + 6 + 2 = 10PP STR 30/10 (+10/+0), effective lifting STR up to 55 DEX 10 (+0) CON n/a INT 22 (+6) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 12 (+1) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Init: +6 Attack: +4, +10 Melee Defense +8 (+4 Dodge Focus, +4 Base; +2 Flat-Footed) Grapple: +15, up to +30 max Knockback: -9/-3 Saves: 0 + 5 + 5 = 10PP TOU +12/+6 [6 Impervious w/Force Field] FORT n/a REF +5 (+0 Dex, +5) WILL +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 76R=19PP Bluff 5 (+6, +10 w/ Attractive) Computers 4 (+10) Concentration 2 (+5) Craft (Electronic) 4 (+10) Craft (Mechanical) 4 (+10) Diplomacy 5 (+5, +10 w/ Attractive) Disable Device 4 (+10) Intimidate 12 (+13) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 6 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 4 (+10) Languages 3 (English, Galstandard, Lor, Swedish [base]) Medicine 2 (+5) Notice 2 (+5) Perform (Dance) 8 (+9 ) Pilot 5 (+5) Sense Motive 6 (+9) Feats: 21PP All-Out Attack Attack Focus (Melee) 6 Attractive Benefit (Fame) Dodge Focus 4 Interpose Inventor Luck 2 Power Attack Speed of Thought Takedown Attack 2 Enhanced Feats Beginner’s Luck Eidetic Memory Fearless Improvised Tools Jack of all Trades Online Research Quick Change 2 Powers: 11 + 29 + 1 + 8 + 1 + 7 + 40 + 13 + 6 + 8 + 3 + 6 +6 = 139PP All of her descriptors are technological. She is a robot Container 2 (PNG, little robot buddy, PF: Subtle [is very small spider]) [11PP] Features 2 (Audio-Visual Recording, Internet Connection) [2PP] Communication 2 (100 ft, radio, Extra: Two-Way) [4PP] ESP 2 (100 ft, visual, Extras: No Conduit, Simultaneous) [4PP] Cybernetic Systems Array 12 (onboard systems, 24PP; PFs: Alternate Powers 5) [29PP] BE: Enhanced STR 20 (empowerment; to STR 30/+10) + Enhanced Feats 4 (Affects Insubstantial 2, Improved Crit 2 [unarmed strike]) {20+4=24/24} AP: ESP 4 (technoclairvoyance, Auditory + Visual Senses, 1 mile, DC 14 Notice; Extras: Action [Free], Duration [Sustained], No Conduit; Flaw: Medium [cameras]; PFs: Fast Task 4 [Full Action to search 100-mile-diameter area]) {24/24} AP: Damage 10 (destruction; Extras: Linked [Drain], Secondary Effect; Flaws: Limited [Objects], Limited [Electronics]) + Drain Toughness 10 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked (Damage), Secondary Effect; Flaws: Limited [Objects], Limited [Electronics], PFs: Extended Reach 1, Improved Crit 2) {18/24} AP: Illusion 5 (holographic playback system, visual and audio; Extra: Duration [Sustained]; PFs: Precise, Progression 3 [50 ft by 50 ft]) {24/24} AP: Mind Control 10 (machine control; Extras: Duration [Sustained], Instant Command, Sensory Link; Flaws: Limited [Machines], Range 2 [Touch]; PFs: Extended Reach 1, Improved Crit 1, Mind Blank, Mental Link) {24/24} 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} Datalink 1 (wifi, 10 ft, radio) [1PP] Enhanced Feats 8 (wifi/magnetic skin; Beginner’s Luck, Eidetic Memory, Fearless, Improvised Tools, Jack of all Trades, Online Research, Quick Change 2 [Eira/Angelic]) [8PP] Feature 1 (Internal Compartment [light load at STR 10 is 33 lbs.) [1PP] Force Field 6 (magnetic deflection; Extra: Impervious, Flaw: Limited [Dodge Bonus]; PF: Subtle) [7PP] Immunity 40 (is a robot; Fortitude Saves, Mental Effects) [40PP] Paragon Array 5 (10 PP, PFs: Dynamic, Dynamic Alternate Power 1) [13PP] DBE: Flight 0-5 (250 MPH/2500 feet per move) {10/10} DAP: Super-Strength 0-5 (Effective STR 30-55, Heavy Load: 800 lbs-24 tons) {10/10} Protection 6 (metal body) [6PP] Regeneration 6 (smart metal skin; Recovery Bonus +0, Resurrection 1 [week]; PFs: Persistent, Regrowth) [8PP] Quickness 6 (diamond brain; x100, Flaw: Mental Tasks Only) [3PP] Super-Senses 6 (sensors; Infravision, Radio Sense [enhancements: Accurate, Analytical], Uncanny Dodge [Radio]) [6PP] Additional Limbs 3 (5 total, retractable robotic arms, Extra: Duration [Sustained, +0], PFs: Ambidexterity, Precise) [5PP] + Elongation 2 (10 ft, Flaw: Limited [Additional Limbs]) [1PP] Drawbacks: -6PP Vulnerability (electricity, common, moderate, 50%) [-3PP] Vulnerability (magnetism, uncommon, major, x2) [-3pp] Total Abilities 10 + Combat 16 + Saves 10 + Skills 19 + Feats 21 + Powers 139 - Drawbacks 6 = 209/209PP

Watchdog's hands were too busy at the steering wheel to make a rude gesture at Forever Boy. She was speeding towards the protection of the nearby church, already debating exactly how she was going to get inside the relative security of the structure. She had no idea who exactly was inside, but it seemed like the Nazis were invading rather than occupying - which meant anybody inside were likely to be friendlies who would welcome their aid. Radiant like the sun, Daystar was clinging tightly to Ashley's waist, her eyes still fixed on the tank she'd missed. Forever Boy caught her as she chanted ""God is jealous, and the LORD revengeth; the LORD revengeth, and is furious; the LORD will take vengeance on his adversaries, and he reserveth wrath for his enemies!" She pointed her hand at the tank and the air shrieked its displeasure as a beam of sizzling blue light erupted from her body and slashed its way through the guts of the German war machine. She gave a great whoop, so loud she nearly fell off the back of the motorcycle. "No, dammit!" Watchdog yelled. "Don't drain yourself!" "It's all right," Daystar told her a little weakly, "I've got more where that came from..." "Hang on!" Ashley answered, accelerating towards the church. Only seconds to act, and no time to stop! She took aim at a fallen timber, perhaps a large tree near the church that a German shell or vehicle had knocked over, and said a prayer to whatever god was listening that they were going to make it! The bike zipped up the wide truck directly for the stained glass window fortunately already shattered and Ashley jerked the bike up hard, muscles in her arms screaming as the spinning tires took the impact on what was left of the glass. They made a hard landing, Ashley's teeth clacking together painfully as they hit the ground just inside the entrance and she pulled up hard across the church's stone floor, the bike's tires screaming as they pulled up to just below the altar. She distinctly heard Judy yell "God bless America!" behind her.

Daystar: tries to blast one of the tanks with her Disintegrate That's a crit! Okay, I am reasonably sure that critting with Disintegrate 9 destroys a tank given that it's an equipment vehicle, but I will leave it up to you. Watchdog: Tries to ramp them up through a window of the church. 25 Well. OK, that's two nat-20s. Give me a sec to post IC.

Just so I have it clear, @RocketLord, the Nazis are in the school? Or besieging it?

The OOC

Sea Devil considered Wraith and Miss Grue's words, her eyes wide pools of gold and black as she stared up at the ritual aftermath at the top of the stairs. "You will not fight. If the two of you enter the temple, you can free the ones within. _I_ will make the challenge." And then, pushing her way out of the crowd of Deep Ones in which they stood, she swam in powerful strokes to the temple steps. The crowd had gone silent now, whispers flashing through the crowd and above that sounded like "her!" When she reached the temple steps, she struck them with her trident and began striding up them towards the Harbinger and his party. "Behold! The Sea Devil comes!" she boomed. The icthyoid priest at the Harbinger's left hand spoke, pointing at her with a three-fingered, clawed hand. She bellowed, "You! Apostate! Lone female!" Some in the crowd shouted this too. "You dare come among us in this holy place? We should take your life and leave your bones for the Atlanteans you love!" "I come as Hydra's champion!" bellowed Aquaria, turning to the crowd. "Does Dagon's champion so fear me?" The Harbinger approached, his tentacles surrounding him like the wings of an angel, his tone sickeningly reasonable to Aquaria's ears. "Sea Devil. I know your story - how you sang the Mother into the world when Destruction came. We need not be adversaries." He smiled, showing disgusting flat teeth this close. "The last of my vassals comes. Won't you join me in greeting them?" He gestured off to where the sound of engines told Aquaria what was coming - an Atlantean party. They were potent words - a Deep One would not fight another before an Atlantean's eye. "They sing of youuu," said the female at the Harbinger's side, addressing Aquaria as the submarine came into view. Her eyes were bulging black and gold, her skin blue-white, and there was something familiar about her that Aquaria could not quite place. "The Gods Below." "As well they should," croaked Aquaria firmly, glad that the mutated Atlantean was at least reasonable. "I am, ah, sure they sing of you, too." - "Well well well!" Dalekos was on his feet in the bridge, animated with excitement as the old-fashioned crystal display before them magnified the scene below. The horde of Deep Ones below was frightening, the barbarous temple intimidating, the small group at its top a mystery. "The Harbinger _and_ the Surfacer's pet, all in one place." The view didn't let them make out the words, but they could see the blue-skinned humanoid and the small cluster of deep-dwelling Deep Ones, as well as the armored figure of the Surface 'heroine' Sea Devil. "Perhaps we have a greater opportunity here than we thought." The Harbinger turned his body in the direction of the submarine's 'cameras' as they approached, showing the grisly trophy that hung from his neck. The female that was with him didn't quite face the camera, her tentacles waving as she spoke to the Sea Devil. "And you have word," said Galena, in English for Octoman's benefit as she spoke to Dalekos. "Nothing more than is required?" "Yes, of course," said Dalekos with a dismissive wave, speaking in the same language. "Only if it is necessary to release the prisoners. And whatever is left, we will add to your collection. Boys," he said, turning to Artificer and Octoman as their ship landed on the temple's front portico, "are you prepared?"