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ooc Incursion: Interstellar 66 (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
http://orokos.com/roll/301981 = 25, so failed by 18! Need to get this one wrapped - so we'll say this one goes ahead and takes out the Communion nanites on the Gorgon! -
Citizen seemed to crash into view -suddenly erupting on the monitors in a crackle of energetic blue and white static. The electronic champion certainly bore the physical marks of their struggle on his person, blood still visible on his ears and his hands when he raised them before his face. "Let's go, let's go!" he called, Captain Hunger evidently taking his signal as gospel as their vessel roared away from the battlefield as fast as its rattletrap engines could handle. There were disadvantages to taking transportation picked for just how unassuming and primitive it looked. As the ship shook from hyperspace shockwaves, Citizen turned the ship's cameras backwards, giving the heroes a spectacular view of the weird energies playing over Kestevan, eruptions of pure white visible light that under broader spectrums revealed themselves as cascades of X-rays, radio waves, and a thousand exotic frequencies - as if a star was dying, or being born, all at once, there in the orbit of the magnetar that had burned so long and cold in the depths of space. "Communion signals have STOPPED!" Hunger was shouting on the bridge, along with her ecstatic crew. "Filthy insects have stopped their chittering!" And then there was hugging, and embracing, and raw sentient emotion pouring out on the bridge, and Captain Hunger took the opportunity to lick Moon-Moth's face like the happy canine she was. "We have done it! The mighty Hunger Squadron and noble allies have defeated Communion!"
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Mark was indeed not at the apartment he shared with Nina, giving the space up to the two women that night. Erin had visited here before, though not often - Mark generally preferred to come visit his friends rather than have them come over to his place. Part of the reason for that was that his space was quite a bit smaller than Erin and Trevor's; a one-bedroom walkup in a row of small, recently-built apartment buildings that was actually at the extreme eastern edge of the Ashton suburb where he'd grown up. The apartment itself was decorated in what Mark liked to call a vigorous style; Martha Lucas' framed artwork hung alongside pictures of Rick Lucas and the old Freedom League. (It wasn't that Mark lacked pictures of the Liberty League, of course, just that he was careful enough about secret identities not to broadcast that.) There were also several new pictures of Mark and Nina themselves on the various walls, the couple at ice cream shoppes and parks throughout the city, and one that looked like the two of them at a mosque. There wasn't much visible wall anywhere a person could reach and hang or stick a picture. Once inside (the unlit rear window at the edge of the property being one reason Mark had picked the apartment in the first place), Nina excused herself to go freshen up and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Erin briefly in a living room marked by a dollar store sofa dyed in a cheerful blue and white with an old-fashioned Arabian rug adorned with intricate patterns that caught the eye and seemed to pull the gaze inward laid down on the floor at its feet. The kitchen, which she could easily see by looking through the doorless entry, looked clean and polished - it wasn't hard to guess that neither Nina or Mark cooked very much.
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"I have maybe never actually been inside building," admitted Frost, "here, I can handle door. Mind appearance." And with that he seemed to dissolve into a cloud of white mist broken up by two glowing red eyes - a sentient cloud that pooled its way under the sliding glass door that guarded the front entrance and reformed on the other side a moment later. Only a second or two passed as he fiddled with the controls before they opened for Tesseract. The sound of babies weeping through much of the dark, half-lit building was more than a little disturbing even for Frost, who pulled his parka's hood up for a moment, leaving only his glowing eyes visible. "Okay. Okay, we must move quickly. Device is most likely in basement, and, hm, security alert is going. Let us move quickly, eh?"
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"Doop-a-doop-a-doo..." When everyone was through the portal, Frost put his hands in his pockets and studied the machine he'd volunteered to operate. "All right, my fine fat fellow, let me see..." Frost did his best to recall the technical schematics of the station. "If I do this, I will channel energy through hull and incinerate antibodies devouring station, but maybe it blows up and I die. Ah well, such a story to tell Lady Hel when I see her!" He began typing away at the keyboard, hands on the home row just as he had learned in typewriting classes in a high school gone eighty years in the past. "Have all evacuated from station? Hmm, no way to find out. Let us hope so!" He kept on typing, not entirely sure what all the flashing lights and rearranging station blueprints on screen meant, but reasonably sure he was doing the right thing. "Don't want their righteous shades to eat my soul, hah-hah-hah! Listen to you, Comrade Frost, talking to yourself like crazy old man!"
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Citizen took it all - the gene therapy, the mutagenic substances, the quantum restabilizing, shaking his head as if he was removing plasma torches left in the hands of an ignorant child. And maybe I am! He thought irritably - by the limited standards of Terra, this was impressive work for someone operating with no significant budget or other forms of resources. He combed the archives carefully for anything with the slightest connection to medicine - then anything encoded that might have something to do with medicines or encoding in disguise, gathering up the files like so many thoughtdrives to slip into the many pockets of his trenchcoat. When he was done, he went to work 'cleaning up' after himself, a phrase that Gina had taught him had many meanings. In this case, it meant making sure these computers could never be used for such dangerous purposes again. He slowly began tweaking files as he went, removing security systems and then casually crushing ideas as he flew by them, not just wrecking the software but making a point to target the places that held Madame Marvelous' ideas. She wouldn't simply own bricks when he was done - she'd own perfectly functional computers with the processing power of Gina's washing machine, like something from the beginning of Terra's age of computing.
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Give me a DC 20 Fort save, Tesseract.
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"Ah, to be young and eighteen again. I remember it well." Frost put his hands in his pockets as he looked up at the buildings, seeming to try and peer inside them. "I was living in Ukraine at the time, just four years before hungry mass-death. Things were better then. You know," he went on, sounding more like an accented guidance counselor than a partner in a secret mission, "if you are ever looking for paying work, People's Heroes pay foreign metahumans _very_ well, especially with powers like yours - all you need are a few extension classes in Russian and then - say, I have it!" He stopped when they reached a particular prison tower. "Tower number six, but only five towers in prison! And strange thermal signatures all over inside. Hmmm...." He looked thoughtfully at Tesseract, as if about to suggest something, then suddenly the sound of the night was interrupted by the sound of crying babies! Running around to the front door of the roundhouse, the heroes were confronted by the ominous sight of two empty Cuban army uniforms - filled by two loudly weeping infants! From inside the building, audible now that they were at the front door, came the sound of more weeping children. Comrade Frost said something in Russian that sounded naughty, then, "Are you feeling well, Tesseract?"
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Tarva stared at the trail for a long moment, her eyes blackening at the sight of the woods around them. "There is a freedom in looking at one's own grave." she finally said with a voice with the rising power of a growing forest wind. "With the knowledge that one has stepped beyond the power of Death, a caster learns in her soul that her own power can be made great!" She smiled at Kimber, long black hair blowing in a breeze that seemed to be entirely local to her. "After that, even the shadows themselves are yours to command." She reached out suddenly and took Kimber's hand, her touch shockingly warm against Ghost Girl's as her shadowy dress reshaped itself into something that clung tight and slick to every curve - it was hard to see how she'd exert herself in such an outfit, but at least it wasn't going to catch on any branches. Her shoes shrank until they were more on the level of flats. "What shall we do next, Kimber?"
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Comrade Frost's directions took them to the center of a complex of squat, round buildings, a half-dozen cylinders that towered five stories above Comrade Frost and Tesseract's heads. It was night here too, and dark, the formidable-looking complex lit by artificial lights along a nearby walkway leading out towards a nearly-empty parking lot and a larger road out and away from the complex. "Welcome to Presidio Modelo," said Frost, patting Tesseract on the arm as he looked around. The dim lighting didn't seem to bother him. "Was once Cuban prison and scene of many horrors; is now prison museum. Though they say little of horrors under Castro!" Frost shrugged, evidently unbothered by the realities of life under dictatorship. He walked around, peering at the nearby buildings with those glowing red eyes. "So," he whispered, "you have career plans? Young lady like you, just at beginning of career!"
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"Hah-hah, yes, of course, that is effect of device, yes," agreed Frost, steepling his fingers in front of him. "As for your role and why you are needed, I could get there on my own but it is long flight to Cuba from North America. I would have to take commercial flight to Miami and those are always unpleasant, I would need to fly over straits to get to Cuba...And if I took Freedom League Javelin to land there, there would be many questions, such as "Comrade Frost, why are you stealing space plane?" and "Comrade Frost, are you trying to start war?" and "Frost, at last I can crush you like you deserve!"" He seemed to be doing impressions of at least three of his fellow Freedom Leaguers. "Last one is not really question I suppose. Anyway, Cuba shares timezone with Freedom City so now is excellent time for us to make journey. Are you prepared?"
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"Delighted you asked!" Frost sat down on the grass and reached into his parka, pulling out something a woman of Sarah's age had mostly seen in classrooms - a paper map. "This is Isla de la Juventud, or as you Americans say, the Isle of Youth!" He spread out the map on the grass, using a penlight to illuminate it for Sarah. The island in question turned out to be just off the coast of Cuba. "Back during Cold War, Soviet government left certain device on the Isle of Youth that has recently been causing problems for Cuban population. Certain, ah, super-science devices that have effect on human aging. Do not worry!" he added, "is perfectly harmless, is just cosmetic. But unsettling to Cuban fishermen and tourists from Havana. We need to get device out of island and away from Cuba. But Peoples' Heroes are occupied with, ah, border defense these days, you know, and Freedom League would raise questions if it went to Cuba unannounced." He hmmed, looking over at Sarah. "You know, if this works out, I can have you listed as trusted name in Freedom League files. Consultants are paid well - and it could be the start of better things!"
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"Ah, Tesseract! So nice to see you!" The Russian World War II veteran was all warm effusion to the young hero despite a grip that was cold even through his heavy gloves. "Hope call came at good time. You are so fortunate to have helpful powers!" he added warmly, releasing her hand. "What I need is transportation to certain site off the coast of Cuba, and then porheps transportation of myself and certain cargo back to Freedom City in discreet fashion. Is easy money and can make sure your name does not need to enter into transaction." He winked broadly. "Do not worry, is joke, is joke! Would not actually ask nice young American heroine to break any laws." He made a circle in the air with his hands. "You would just need to wait outside fence. Maybe cool heels, listen to iPad?"
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"Excellent. I shall meet you at Cline Park," a small kiddie park located a few blocks away, technically closed at this hour, "in ten minutes. Pardon delay, but old man flies slower than young lady teleports." He hmmed. "Also, if you happen to have weapons, or some sort of device you need for combat purposes, make sure to bring it along! Who knows what we might see in park, heh-heh-heh. See you soon!" Checking his digital watch, Comrade Frost was waiting in the park precisely ten minutes later. He was instantly recognizable as the man Tessaract had seen on the television; no one else wore that blue parka or that blue mask, or was surrounded by a faint cloud of white mist that was cold to the touch as she approached. And few other superheroes still smoked; the red light at the end of his cigarette the same color as the red that showed behind his domino mask.
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June 1, 2015 At the end of a long shift, just when she'd made it back to her apartment, Sarah's phone rang - her caller ID reading FREEDOM HALL. When she picked up, an unfamiliar, accented voice spoke, "Greetings. I am Dr. Dimitri Peshkov, but you may know as COMRADE FROST of the Freedom League. I am calling because of Claremont alumnus agency placing graduates with temporary work. Can you meet with me in person to discuss matters? I can pay for your consultation time to the sum of..." He named an amount equal to what Sarah would have made with a solid week of work and good tips.
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All right - that's my concerns fixed. APPROVED TT, what do you think?
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"I have seen childbirth on Earth-Prime," said Steve, breaking into the conversation and still staring out at the street laid out beneath them. He hadn't quite had the courage to look either his employer or her antagonist in the eye. "It was on one of your television stations." He and Gina had actually watched that particular show together, her agoraphobia not extending to the most intimate lives of others. "When the mother and the father looked into the child's eyes for the first time, I would have wept, if tears were my allotment." He did look back now, his scarred face visible as he turned his head and shoulders back towards the others. "When your children are born, they are born to parents that wish them to be alive, who can feed them and clothe them, who will not sacrifice them to feed their god, and give them a life beyond survival. It is...beyond my power to describe." He turned back to his post and said, his voice quiet like the rumble of a distant avalanche, "When we have the news of the birth, let the family below see us as one. Just for a moment."
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You should actually fill in the Powers and Tactics section - even a few preliminary thoughts will help.
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pc Tesseract (PL10) - Cabochard (Newbie)
Avenger Assembled replied to Cabochard's topic in Archived Characters
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pc Arcturus (PL12/14) -- GranspearZX (Silver)
Avenger Assembled replied to GranspearZX's topic in Archived Characters
Hmm. Is the Distracting on his Shapeshift just while he's rearranging PP, or all the time it's on? The former sounds like a drawback. -
pc Tesseract (PL10) - Cabochard (Newbie)
Avenger Assembled replied to Cabochard's topic in Archived Characters
How do you feel about Strike 2 (martial arts training, PFs: Accurate 3, Mighty) [5PP]? That puts her Damage at only +3, but it means she has +14 attack with it! That way you're much better off if you're forced into melee. -
I have no real objection to this character - but he left the government awfully young! The World of Freedom is a pretty optimistic one - AEGIS wouldn't take a powered teenager and immediately turn him into a field agent. I could see a version of him recruited at 17 or 18 (after all, you can join the Army at that age) and then who stays working for the government until he's in his early twenties.
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Richard smiled with pride at the fire in Paige's voice, and decided to return it in kind. "Hey, I recognize you!" Surging forward, he punched the ice zombie through the wall. "You're from that-" He ran, blurring with impossible speed, and followed the zombie outside before it had so much as touched the ground. With a single devastating punch, he stopped it, mid-flight, and kicked it back inside with the sound of cracking bone and ice. "show Hologram likes, with the-" He flash-stepped again, zipping back inside in a blur of motion to drive his fists through the zombie's mid-section, making it shatter with an explosion like a dropped vessel of spun foul-smelling sugar. "naked people and all the murders! See, I get pop culture references," he declared to his wife with a wink.
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ooc Incursion: Interstellar 66 (OOC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
A bruise for Rock! Rock will notice the darts appear to be expanding silver tendrils into his stony mass... That does miss, TV. Rock is now up. -
http://orokos.com/roll/299589 19+6=24 16+6=21 Kashima passes the save - Lightning does not. Deafened as he is, Lightning will hurl a bolt at Triakosia. http://orokos.com/roll/299592 Well, that's boring! Okay, TK, have an HP - that's a DC 31 Tou save for that hit.