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For a moment, in the heat of battle, there was dead silence - and then on the other side of the door came a sudden, malignant hiss of joy like the escaping of steam. "Yesssss!" Comrade Frost didn't so much emerge from the door as he erupted around it, coiling in smoky white tendrils before forming up in the gauzy shape of a red-eyed man. His icy body seemed briefly super-charged by the stolen heat, flowing and whipping around itself like it had been left to boil on a stove. "HOW DELICIOUS!" He laughed manically as he poured into the reactor room, heedlessly passing the others before he raised his hands to the antibodies and declared, "COME! LET ME TASTE YOU!" as an icy wave of pure cold seemed to erupt in front of him, freezing machines to a shattering stop with barely a pause.
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Your post looks wonky, TK, and info is missing.
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"Argh! I-" Citizen was briefly staggered by the blow against his mind, a howling shriek that came as it so often did, with the cold hard numbers of his own annihilation. He'd seen it happen - even though he had no memory of it. After all, he wasn't the mind that had died that day- And then he was conscious again, floating in the techno-spiritual dimensional void where he and the other heroes were engaging the Communion in hand-to-hand combat. His coat billowing behind him, he faced the implacable vastness, the writhing abomination of the Communion drone; a fragment of an entity so vast as to be incomprehensible. "I know what you are. A small god of a small galaxy, demanding ultimate sacrifice!" He concentrated and red, white, and blue energy crackled along his tightly clenched fists like caged lightning. "Well you're not going to get it here! Not one more dead! Not one more sacrifice!" And then he flashed forward, past those writhing cords and that glowing eye, all the way to the sphere at the heart of the creature. "IT ALL ENDS HERE!" And then the Citizen of Tronik drew back his fist and he punched the Communion drone, the shock of it radiating up his arm as his hand hit something that froze cold and burned hot at the same time. The great abominable bulk of the drone shook like a bell as waves of energy passed through its vast bulk, arms flailing madly as the mighty blow rent its extruded programming like an steel hammer against a copper gong.
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http://orokos.com/roll/293228 Failing the save by nine leaves Citizen dazed and bruised. I'll spend an HP to shake the dazed. He will then fly up to the Drone and punch it as hard as he can! http://orokos.com/roll/293229 =21! OK, the to-hit for Sharl is now all of 16 - but that's a DC 35 Tou save for the drone.
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The Ashes of This World
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Freedom City Stories
"...yes," said Artoo, tensing visibly at Dragonfly's words, but obviously recognizing their intent. He sounded surprised - evidently he didn't know who this was on his homeworld. "I...well, it's not my name, I guess you can tell." He folded his arms defensively, watching Dragonfly as she studied the box. "I took the name of the most famous pre-war robots I could think of...careful with that..." He muttered, obviously not trusting her (or anyone else) with the proper care and handling of the device. It looked like Daedalus tech, as far as Dragonfly could tell, albeit with the sort of dangerous environmental effects that worthy would never have tolerated. "He will be tried, judged, and executed. He's killed machine and organic life as part of the Resistance," said Vigil evenly, seeming far more comfortable to see the device in Dragonfly's hand than Artoo. "As far as I've been told, the device is for resource-gathering. Our world _is_ in danger of dying out - we need rare metals and material that can't be made any more with the loss of knowledge and material after the war." -
That does nothing! Have an HP, V. Kashima drops an area attack on the rooftop area - this is Burst Area Damage. DC 22 Reflex save to halve/evade DC 27 Tou save. I'll go ahead and make an IC post once I have everybody's saves.
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ENEMIES ALL - LET THEM FREEZE! Er - can he just move ahead of them with his Flight?
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Monsoon looked like she was enjoying playing with her captive, but with a sneer she did as Wander asks. "Writhe, worm," she told him before turning and stalking away to study the device with Wander. She was no more a scientist than Erin was, but they could both agree this was a piece of high technology that should probably not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands, with both of them tuning out the complaints from the science thugs they'd arrested. (They actually did call themselves 'Science Thugz' "with a Z" shouted the leader, a name that made Monsoon mutter to Wander "Are you sure I cannot beat them some more, just a little?") Eventually the cops did arrive and the women gave their statements about how it was they came to be in the warehouse, a familiar enough ritual for Erin but rather an alien one for Monsoon. The cops seemed quite interested in Nina; maybe because she was a new hero, maybe because she was obviously not American, or maybe because she was clearly and audibly narrating the battle in a voice that carried across the street outside. Nina didn't seem bothered by this; instead she was in full swing, telling the story of the fight in the warehouse long after Wander had finished and even gotten a paper cup of coffee from the officer who had taken her statement.
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I imagine that will do the trick! If it's now Frost's turn, he will begin his Area Attack - that's a Rank 12 Targeted Area Cone. (it doesn't matter if he freezes the reactor solid; using comic book logic, that's a good thing at this point!)
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Tarva looked at the truck, watching as her shadowy servants first loaded their bags into the back, then disappeared with a faint puff. "Well, that certainly is a tight space, isn't it, aheheh," She smiled at the others, carefully folding her hands together over her stomach. "Luckily we're all good friends here." She climbed into the back of the truck and took a seat in the middle of the backseat, her dress contracting inward to a skintight mesh to give the others a place to sit. She crossed her legs demurely and waved at the others. "Let's all get close, shall we? You know," she went on, "I've never had a chance to test it myself, but I've heard that the energy between true companions can give great power to any spell. I'm sure tonight will be just delightful."
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The Ashes of This World
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Freedom City Stories
"You're crazy. Humanity destroyed itself - but if we are very lucky, we won't destroy the world we're trying to build as part of the machine society. All I know is, his is the side that would have let my family fend for itself in the Waste Land rather than live in safety and security. Are you going to let me have my prisoner or not?" Vigil asked his fellow organics, his tone serious. "You've heard my story, you've heard his story. The dimensional barriers are going to start forming up again soon and frankly I don't relish living out the rest of my life here." "Nor do I," said Artoo, his voice tight. "Maybe Talos can rebuild the device with enough time and energy, but the Resistance can counter it if we have our own copies. Even if the organics can't use it, or even if they do start with resource raids, at least the AIs in the Resistance can strike against the enemy with it. You have to understand," he told Fleur and Cerulean frankly, "people like you, unless they are very, very loyal to Talos, are executed upon capture and their DNA studied to make empowered biodroids. If you're anything like the old metahumans of Terra, I don't think that's the kind of justice you recognize." -
The Ashes of This World
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Freedom City Stories
"I...don't think I should answer that," said Artoo, sounding cold for the first time. "I don't know how my people live in this dimension, and I don't want to give us away. I was technically born on what you call Earth, though, yes." For his part, Vigil looked reluctant to tell his story - but his counterpart's openness seemed to spur him. "That's the terrorist side of things, anyway. As far as I'm concerned, my people destroyed themselves in a stupid war before I was old enough to read and write. And I'm glad Talos won the war - better living under the machines than under the Grue, or SHADOW." He frowned. "Talos' rule is harsh, but fair. The people living in Talos City eat every day and sleep with a roof over their heads every night; which is a lot more than I can say for the savage degenerates your friend here fights alongside. You have to understand," he went on seriously, "in our world everybody's in danger. There's still enough radiation in the atmosphere that humans are usually born with mutations or some other sickness, and the machines haven't had a chance to fix everything because of all the infighting. Every soldier that's killed, every human that dies, when we fight the terrorists; that's one more chance that human and machine alike go together into the dark. That's why it's important to stop the forces of evil now, before they can do more damage to our world." -
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Computers (w/HP) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4818372/ = 24 -
"Oh, please, what is this." Frost laid his hand against the door and opened his inner heart, the icy cold of Nifleheim - even the reactor doors gradually freezing over beneath that celestial cold. Albeit slowly. "Hm. Heavily armored." He laid both hands against the door, his eyes glowing red as shimmering blue-white energy erupted from his midsection, coruscating around his arms, and up into the metal of the door. "Designed to stand against orbital heat and cold...nfff...but WILL fall." He flattened both hands against the door. "Will be too cold for humans to pass in moment." Sure enough it was getting cold, the super-cold metal seeming to 'radiate' intense, freezing cold that turned everyone's breath to mist, for all that this was just an illusion. He gritted his teeth, the latter bulging ominously in his mouth. "Gaian Knight, will need your services when the door falls..." He turned his head and looked right at Tarrant. "Will need you to cut my hands from door."
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"Oh, bother!" declared Zober, setting down his nutrient gel and hastily wiping his paws clean. "Well, we can't stay in our corner of space waiting for help to come to us - we must go and be the help. What shall we do?" he asked the others. Time ticked by in that frozen instant as the team contemplated the sheer horror of the possibility they faced - the cosmic threat that a Gorgon hijacked by the Communion would pose to the Republic and all the civilizations of the galaxy. What could they do against such an awe-inspiring threat? What, indeed, could the galaxy itself do? The Gorgon alone was a civilization-wrecking monster that could have posed a serious threat to the Republic before the Incursion - the prospect of her great and terrible power in the hands of the Communion was almost too terrible to think about. What could they possible do against an enemy so terrifying? Just when the situation seemed to gape impossibly vast and dangerous, a new force appeared - a fast, lethal-looking ship that was clearly not of Communion design, for all that it had appeared behind the Communion armada that had so mysteriously emerged from nowhere. Or was it nowhere? This other ship's arrival had flooded the star system with a sleet of highly-charged quarks; reempowered already high levels of free quarks in the system. The same level of free quarks that had been detected at Kestevan and over Lor-Van! Still much too far to see except on long-range sensors, the vessel at first looked like nothing special, at least not until it opened fire on the Communion vessels in its way! Whatever the pilot was, it was smart, using attacks to break through the enemy lines (and avoid scattered counter-fire) rather than actually engage the enemy directly. With a few quick shots and some fancy piloting, the new arrival blasted its way through the armada, practically dancing between the ships that were closing around the Gorgon. In interstellar terms, they must have come out right on top of the Voidrunner. It took up a position alongside the Voidrunner, its lights on and flashing friendly colors as it faced the enemy - and the dire situation, alongside the heroes. Another fleet of Communion battlewagons splattered itself against the flank of the Gorgon in a near-relativistic strike that would have left a gaping crater on the side of the Earth. And after all, why not? Any number of ships were worth the sacrifice to the enemy - if they gained the Gorgon! The Gorgon was still fighting, still tearing her way through the Gorgon armada, but the growing plaque of silvery nanites along its 'face' was beginning to expand, a continent's worth of starship stuff, of swirling, hungry nanites, gradually worming its way across the face of the cosmic planet eater.
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The Ashes of This World
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Freedom City Stories
"Well, uh..." The two antagonists actually glanced at each other at that, both of them with looks of faint surprises on their faces. "Do you know who Talos is?" When Cerulean reassured him that she did, he went on. "Twenty-one years ago, Talos seized control of the fission and fusion weapons of the United States and Russia and fired them at each other." For a moment, the robot looked guilty. "Terrans, uh, call it the War of '94. The war killed almost all the metahumans of Earth and, uh, about three billion of its inhabitants. Talos won the next war in the ruins and his forces now control the planet, with all the old nation-states carved up between his lieutenants. He also cut Terra off from the rest of the galaxy - which is one reason why I'm here," he admitted. "As far as the Republic's concerned, this was just a sad, but natural chapter in Terran development." -
"A little scary, but not too scary. That's when I turn into Bad Emma." With the look of guilt that suggested a little girl who knew she'd been doing something naughty, Emma told Paige how Bad Emma liked to cause lots of trouble - wrecking toys and things in her room, then going outside through the window and "doing bad stuff. Bad Emma's not nice, she plays too rough. But that was in the past," she went on, clinging to her mom. "Are the kids at the school nice? What kinds of games do they play?" "It's not really that bad," said Jean, trying to reassure Paige. "We lost a couple of keepsake toys, and some other things, but we think it's just bad dreams making her powers come out. We were hoping she'd feel better once we knew for sure she was going to make it into Nicholson." - "I got on my knees and I praised the Lord when Jean was born without any powers," murmured Honey quietly, closing her eyes behind her thick glasses. With the natural movements of a long-term couple, Harry put his hand on the upper part of our back, giving her a reassuring look when she opened her eyes. "Maybe it was different for you, because your husband had powers too, but normal people around superpeople just get...chewed up and spat out. They didn't even know I was Captain Freedom's girl, all those psychos, they just knew I was sweet on the guy who interviewed him for the Ledger and so I got to be number one bait." "They're all gone now, though," said Harry, patting his wife on the shoulder. "We haven't even heard from most of them since I retired. I am so sorry about everything that happened, but it's a new generation. Our granddaughter's growing up in a bright new world."
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Between the two of them, Monsoon and Wander were able to corral the thieves - Nina by dint of squeezing her prisoner until he told them where the quantum displacement field controller was inside the van. That might have meant nothing (since she lost the ability to reach him once he was inside) if Wander hadn't already taken out the rest of the goons, knocking them down and leaving them helplessly dangling by their feet, upside down and dangling right through the warehouse floor! Faced with the prospect of being left dangling upside down with their legs firmly embedded in concrete, the thieves surrendered. "This is just a minor setback in a long legacy of crime," sneered the zip-tied gangleader, who looked pasty and unshaven underneath the full-face mask and goggles he'd been wearing. "You won't soon forget our names!" "What were your names?" asked Monsoon, a look of smirk on her face. "We are the mrmphprh!" The gangleader struggled, unable to open his mouth, and Wander could see the shimmering energy around his face that showed where Nina was holding it shut. "No no! Tell the world of your mighty deeds!"
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"Feh," said Frost with a wave of his hand and a wink as he dissolved into a cloud of icy mist, "already we are like old married couple! The romance wears so thin. I will scout out reactor - am not tied to gravity as some are. If I am slain, you can tell others you did it." And with that, he turned and flashed away from Tiamat with a speed that belied his icy nature - as if the power of a god itself was driving his movements. Eyes glowing red as he went, Frost made his way through the station, his undead nature and misty form making the journey something he could do in mere moments. Down on the reactor level, he reformed behind a convenient strut and watched as the machines went about their terrible work. Over his communicator, he said "Everyone converge on reactor - they are here in great numbers and rewriting thing in their name." A low hum came over the comm signal. "And reactor has been reactivated. Do come quickly, please."
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The Ashes of This World
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Freedom City Stories
Threepio, with some reluctance, told his story - taking a seat at the table in the small room and resting his hands on it like a normal human being. "I joined the Resistance about four years ago, when I was a teenager. It doesn't really matter why - I made a friend." He hmmphed. "Once I convinced them I wasn't just a spy for Talos, I was able to be useful - I can alter my ID code the way some metahumans could alter their shape, so I can infiltrate Terran AI society when they're not paying attention. And they usually aren't; Talos is so worried about organic life he's blind to what's happening right under his nose." He looked for a moment like he was about to get distracted into baiting Vigil before he seemed to force himself back to the subject. "A couple of months ago, the Resistance got word that Talos's scientists were working on something new; a full-scale dimensional gateway so that they could raid other worlds for supplies. The War of '94 left a lot of things burnt to a crisp, even beyond the reach of the Foundry. So, I went in - I walked here through the rad fields and made it over the fence, and impersonated a science officer until I could get my hands on the dimensional jump. Of course somebody found me." He crossed his arms and looked away. "And the fight was...bad. But I got it done - something in the firefight must have triggered the device, though, so I made a raw jump right into this dimension...and right into the ground. It probably would have killed any organic to even try it." -
They found Kashima and the new arrival engaged in hand-to-hand rooftop combat when they arrived on the scene, the two seeming to grapple each other while shouting insults amid the lightning. The drones were flashing around and trying to zap the electrical humanoid in combat with their master, but their little jolts of electricity didn't seem to be damaging him directly. <Blasphemous worm!> Kashima was shouting. <You were cast out from the Heavens and you think you can come here! You'll be sent back to the world from whence you came!>" <Blood-soaked abomination!> shouted back his electrical rival. <I'll burn your sins from your dead flesh, and take your name back where it belongs!>
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Net-Fly: 37 Kashima: 23 Grimalkin: 17 Triakosia: 17 Lightning: 6
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Despite Richard's big talk - he was notably careful in how he nibbled away at his hot sauce-heavy burger, and zipped back into the kitchen for a glass of milk when he was done with what Will dubbed "Hummingbird Juice." The two men at the table quickly settled into an animated conversation about Will's superheroing - evidently the boy had run completely up the side of the Pyramid Plaza today while catching a particularly fleet-footed teenage outlaw, something Richard found extremely impressive but that sounded like a familiar story to the women. It seemed like conversations like this happened a lot around the table. "So what are your powers?" asked Holly around her considerably less spicy cheeseburger. "Are you like Lord Steam, where he's not really made of steam, or like Jack of all Blades where he really does have a lot of swords?"
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Daniels frowned at that. "What alternate world? I don't know about this. People here have talked about some of the other places you people have seen and it just sounds so insane - a world where everyone's gender is reversed? A world where everyone is evil?" These were common enough concepts, albeit ones not entirely solved even by multiversal scholars, but Daniels spoke of them like he was trying to forcibly eject the concepts from his mind, all disbelief and shock even as he acknowledged the truth of the matter. He looked at the others and said, "I know we are in your hands here, and there's nothing we can do in this place without your help. But please, help us find a way back home. Maybe our Freedom City is gone, maybe our lives are gone, but we can at least rebuild if we can make it back somewhere we belong."
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Citizen shoved his hand right into the telephone - only to withdraw it, cursing, seconds later, as the line practically closed on his signal. "They closed the link, damn them, they're using Skype. Didn't even feel like her on the other end - she must be using a confederate." Hate this woman; hate her culture, hate the way they let the psychologically unbalanced walk around without any genetic correction, hate lousy Terran supervillains... He looked over at Set, returning the godling's gaze, and with a slight smile handed Set the phone. "I'll get her next time - but now I think this one may be your department. You're better at crazy than I am. Just keep her talking," he offered, pacing the room, "and I can track it without her noticing."