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Fast-Forward isn't the type to seek cops out either - why don't we let them go and have the PCs meet up inside the place? Fast-Forward is already in there getting up to shenanigans.
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http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4793522/= 18, since shaken does not apply to ability scores
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Who wants to be in a thread? It's about...stuff. And Cho's backstory.
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"I found it." Citizen might have been the machine he appeared to be. "There's a sensor echo to go with it." All business, he told the helmsman. "Cut your external power by half and steer towards coordinates X07Y44Z90." He was silent, keeping his 'ears' open, as inside the system he listened to the ship do exactly what he'd asked for. "Five minutes till contact. You all had better get in the forward compartment. If Hunger has to launch you and run, you'd better be ready." He spoke again, and suddenly he didn't sound like a machine, but like a young man made to grow up too early by wars and invasions. "Talk to me." His words were obviously addressed to everybody. "My name is Sharl Tulink. I am a Citizen of a Lor city called Tronik. I have a mother, a father, and an older sister. She got married last year and she and her wife just got a birthing slot. They said they're gonna name any boy they have after me. Right now they think I'm on long-term deployment in the plankton fleet on the other side of the world."
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Complications: All-American Only Honest Cop Champion of Democracy Time-Lost Also a Grue
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"It is possible that a communications window could be opened to the Gorgon now that your vessel has arrived," conceded Dr. Zober, the senior scientist's manner exceptionally grave. "If an FTL starship were to tune its EM resonance to match that of the electrokinetic medium in the planet itself, a message could be sent that the Gorgon could receive. In essence the planet itself would become the transmitter - either for a communications signal or a sensor device." He hmmed, or rather grumbled, the resonance deep in his fat, furry belly. "But given the magnitude of the planet's current electrokinetic activity, such a retuning would have to be performed beneath the planet's dihydrogen monoxide layer." He steepled his pawed hands, short, stubby fingers barely touching. "In short, said vessel would have to be deep inside the planet's atmosphere." "But Dr. Zober, that'll put them within a few thousand miles of the Gorgon itself!" declared Krah'ag, smashing a fist against a comm table for emphasis. "She could reach out and gobble them up with barely a twitch!" "Agreed," said Zober, his black snout twitching with suppressed emotion. "That is why I must go with them."
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PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 14 + 14 + 14 + 4 + 6 + 6 = 58PP STR 24 (+7) DEX 24 (+7) CON 24 (+7) INT 14 (+2) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 16 (+3) Combat: 20 + 16 = 36PP ATK: +10 DEF: +11 (+3 Shield, +8 Base, +4 Flat-Footed) Init: +7 Grapple: +18 Knockback: -4/-3 Saves: 2 + 2 + 6 = 10PP TOU +9/+7 (+7 Con, +2 Defensive Roll) FORT +9 (+7 Con, +2) REF +9 (+7 Dex, +2) WILL +9 (+3 Wis, +6) Skills: 52R = 13PP Acrobatics 8 (+15, SM) Climb 3 (+10, SM) Diplomacy 12 (+15, SM) Knowledge (Civics) 3 (+5) Knowledge (Tactics) 3 (+5) Language 1 (German, Base [English]) Notice 7 (+10) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Stealth 3 (+10, SM) Feats: 21PP Acrobatic Bluff All-Out Attack Challenge (Fast Acrobatic Bluff) Defensive Roll Evasion Fearless Inspire 3 Interpose Leadership Luck 2 Master Plan 2 (Use Knowledge [Tactics] for Master Plan checks] Move-By Action Power Attack Rallying Cry Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Climb, Diplomacy, Stealth) Takedown Attack 2 Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 12PP Device 2 (Patriotic Shield, 10 PP, Flaw: Easy to Lose, PFs: Indestructible, Quick Draw) [8PP] Shield 3 (PFs: Evasion [2], Ultimate Save [Toughness]) [5DP] Strike 3 (PFs: Improved Crit, Mighty) [5DP] Leaping 1 (x2) [1PP] Speed 1 [1PP] Super-Strength 1 (Effective STR 29, Heavy Load 1.4 tons) [2PP] costs abilities 58 + combat 36 + saves 10 + skills 13/52 + feats 21 + powers 12 = 150 pts
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Just go ahead and post as usual, TK, we'll have a three-person party this adventure!
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"All of them!" declared Andy cheerfully as he helped Monkey Wrench with her work. "They were all fighting together, I heard them talking about it. I even heard them talking to Lord Angstrom," he went on, sneering the name like one would a Saturday morning cartoon villain. "Saying they were going to kick him in the nuts!" He covered his mouth at that and shot a guilty look at the door. "Oops! Don't tell Mom I said nuts!" The bottom of the box turned out to have nothing Monkey Wrench could see - at least until she held her scanner up to her eye and focused it downward, using the same microscopic lens as before, she could see a welter of tiny dimensional portals across the bottom of the box, looking like pimples on a piece of wood. She'd seen pictures of these before in Archetech files, but never this tiny - the largest of the portals looked to be no more than the width of a human hair across. Down below, a young, harried-looking woman of Eurasian ancestry opened the door for Miss Grue. "Yes?" she asked suspiciously, giving the heroine a suspicious look. "Are you here for the voices too?"
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"Whaaaat?" Frost slapped one of the machines with a frozen palm, his body half-solid mist, and abruptly the antibody fell over and shattered, flash-frozen to brittle shards in an instant. "But space is so cold, and your fires so hot!" he added with a wink in her direction. "What would your fellow dragons think, if they could see you bedeviling innocent Russian ice monster?" he inquired, all innocence despite the stench of frozen blood and death that stalked him at every turn. "Come on, robot scum, don't you think Lady Tiamat should give Frost a chance? I have so many qualities, such as pleasing personality!"
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"Yes, let's go," agreed Eric, who was looking a little nervous at his fiancee's obvious tension with the new arrivals. But he was evidently too polite to raise that issue right in front of them, so he started the way towards the house, his arm around Erin-Prime. At least until the next new arrival showed up, and at this his eyes lit up. "Midnight! My God, it's raining superheroes in this city." He smiled ebulliently at the hero, albeit with just a trace of uneasiness - which was usually about the best Trevor got in full costume when meeting people unfamiliar with superheroes. "Sir, I am honored to meet a hero of World War II." He turned to Erin's 'cousin'. "And he is your boyfriend?" he asked as they headed inside. "That is...marvelous."
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"I'm going to interface directly with the Communion mothership's primary datastream. And then I'm gonna fly into the heart of the thing, find its communication subroutines, and I'm going to punch them until they're so much useless data." Now there was a plan he hadn't discussed much with Gina before going out into space. "I've done this before with sub-processors. The Communion's cyber-troops are kept at the front to violate alien systems - their actual cyberdefenses are crap for what they are." Unbidden, images of his fight with the Curator, of the other Sharl's fight with the Curator, flickered across his mind. "While I do that...you guys do everything else," he admitted. "Somebody's got to keep their forces occupied while I get in there - and somebody's got to make sure they _stay_ occupied. If the Communion does get word about what's going on, they'll send their cyber-troops back here at FTL speeds and I'll be in trouble. But it'll be all right." He managed a smile for Temperance. "If need be, I've got somebody out there who can follow me in. And bring me back."
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http://bigthink.com/strange-maps/ada-kaleh-an-ottoman-atlantis-on-the-danube- what secrets lie on Ada Kaleh, down deep in the Danube? Secrets the old government thought the river could drown.
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Unlike cybernetic intelligences in Terran science fiction (and some Lor adventure stories), the Communion is not actually a hive mind. It is, now and forever, one mind, one voice, one goal. The Lor have had plenty of occasions to learn this in the last several months as Communion vessels ram populated worlds at relativistic velocities, the better to sow dissension and terror among their organic enemies. The heroes of Earth, having had less exposure to the cybernetic invader, were new to this information - information graphically demonstrated as suddenly the remaining balls exploded with tremendous concussive force that belied the near-vacuum of the Lunar surface that should have prevented any such catastrophes.. Afterwards analysis of the explosions, at the hands of the two super-scientists present, would explain how the destruction of the battle spheres was not simply a conventional explosion. Overloading the ball's central propulsion units caused an anti-gravitic eruption that propagated outwards with terrific force, violently repulsing everyone and everything in the area with terrific speed while at the same time sending shards of super-tough shrapnel slicing through them like so many hot knives the size of a man's arm. At the time, what it felt like was an explosion of terrific force, vacuum or otherwise, one that seemed to go on and on, followed by a deadly rain of projectiles. Caradoc tried, too late, to shield Jack of all Blades, but instead was nearly blown off his feet as the antigravitic eruption sent him hurling backwards against the tough material of the dome behind him. He felt, more than heard, parts of the dome crack against the sheer force of the explosion, and dug his pike into the Lunar soil in front of him to try and prevent being hurled away any further. When he could finally pull himself away and back on his feet, he turned to see the ominous sight of the Farsider dome almost completely shattered, held together only by the timely application of Jill O'Cure's force field. He struck the side of his armored head, activating the cellular implant in his jawline. "Report," came his voice, a soft, urgent demand, as he looked around for the others.
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"It is cold outside in this early season," he admitted, though of course he was speaking by the standards of Earth-Prime rather than his own experiences (even before he became an Omegadrone). "But as you say, the blossoming will come soon enough, and flowers will bloom in this land." He never held those standards against Gina, or for that matter against any normal human on this planet. Who would want to have known the things he did? He thought of the two of them, together on the lawn, surrounded by the impossible, paradisaical bounty of Earth-Prime. "Your plants will be beautiful." When she approached him again, Steve reached up and put his hand on hers. " And you are a flower, grown from the garden of a beautiful world." He smiled his awkward smile, hesitant as ever to expose his discolored teeth. "We shall watch television." He rose to his feet, heading for the microwave. "I will make you the popcorn you prefer, with the butter and salt."
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Uncomfortable with the Senator's praise, Sharl thought of dead Star Knights, floating in space, who had sacrificed themselves for precious seconds above Lor-Van. "Yessir," he finally said to the elder Star Knight, nodding his head in his direction. "In...any event, I need to get going. The neutrino window is going to close shortly and if I don't make it off the station now, I won't be able to leave for another rotation." Sharl hadn't spent the night in the same system twice since he'd gone out into space again. The Lor had learned, with dire consequences, that the Communion could intercept even coded messages and act on what it had learned. Fast ships and the scattered handful of interstellar teleporters (all of them Preserver artifacts or unreliable mutants) had been pressed into service, but they had only one being in the Republic that could be sent by hyperlight transmission with nothing more than a standard receiver needed on the other end to hold his program. (Assuming they didn't miss. He'd made sure to back himself up with Gina before he left, after a very uncomfortable conversation with his mentor about mortality.) At least they have a telepresence unit here - I've spent enough time riding around in cramped systems, talking to people from comm panels and loudspeakers, to last for the rest of my life. "I'll take the message to the fleet at Fomalhaut. Commander MKK'innies thinks we'll be able to hit the communications relay within two rotations." With its heavy debris field, Fomalhaut had been a natural setting for another portion of the Star Navy to take shelter from the ravening hordes of the Communion. Everyone had kept using rotations, he thought - even though that planet wasn't rotating anymore. "Anything else you need me to tell them?"
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Okay, I'll take 10.
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These radiations match the frequency of dimensional gateways. Go ahead and post, ayen - I may round up a third party for the thread.
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"I'm not a Terran!" declared a scandalized Citizen, who looked to be having a fractious day. "I'm a citizen of the Lor Republic residing on Terra until a..." He'd been about to give his usual speech about how Tronik was on Terra until the Lor could properly build them a home, until it occurred to him that there was no way that was going to happen. Absurdly, he wished for Set, or at least someone adept at changing the subject. "I...anyway, like Paradigm said, if we can do this here, there's no reason we can't do it against the main body of the invasion." That left the heart of the Communion itself untouched, but for the moment this was the best chance of victory they seemed to have.
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Frost will go ahead and hit them again, using the same damage effect as before. 19 If that fails to hit, I'll spend an HP to hit. Same Tou save as before - DC 27.
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Citizen floated inside the system, gazing upon the remnants of the ancient supernova. His mind flashed back to the lost world of his parents - the dead cinder left in orbit of a dead star a thousand years before his birth. The craft's sensor readings floated before him like Tronikian holodisplays, and occasionally he reached out to manipulate one by hand. Neither Temperance nor the rest of the crew had seen much of the cyberintelligence during the long voyage out to deep space; Sharl having stayed focused on his work the whole way out. It wasn't every day that he contemplated infiltrating a system as complex as the Curator's - but far better defended. "I still don't see any sign of that Precursor, Moon-Moth," came Citizen's voice over the speakers on the bridge of their borrowed Lor vessel. "I think we need to assume he's left the area and complete our primary mission." His face appeared on the screens on the bridge now, looking for all the world as if he was hailing them from empty space rather than the inside of their own computer networks. "Which means we need to get within five Terran AUs of the wormhole so I can tap into their systems." "Need I remind you, electrical suidae Lor," snarled Captain Hunger from the bridge of their pirate vessel, "that five of your pitiful Terran AUs will put us within striking distance of Communion parasite scum!?!" She smashed a furred fist on the control arm of her chair and snarled for emphasis. "What would you have Hunger crew do, be devoured and turned into lowly Communion worms?" Hunger gave a long-suffering look to her bridge crew, and the "special consultants" riding on the bridge with them. Citizen all but growled back, and as the camera zoomed in Temperance could see the bags around his eyes. "I trust that if you are the mightiest brigands in the galaxy, as your advertising bugs keep playing in here over and over again, that you can fight them off long enough for me to do my job! Especially with help!" He bared his teeth. "We know this will work - it worked in Fomahaut and that was with non-sentient Lor cyber-intelligences. This is our chance to end our part of the war right now - the only reason we didn't bring the Lor Star Navy is because your ship wasn't supposed to attract attention! Now do your job, so we can save everybody!" The signal cut off. Captain Hunger leaned back in her seat and gave a low chuckle. "Well, feisty little coprolite, isn't he?" She turned and looked at Temperance and asked seriously, "So, two of you are mates? What is that like?" At the helm, her pilot declared, "Two intervals to system."
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The station was happy to have them dock, for all that approaching so close to 51 Pegasi b (dubbed Bellerophron by Terrans) was a tricky bit of navigation. Up close, the planet was a spectacular sight even for space veterans. The super-heated atmosphere's movements were too fast to develop the elaborate stripes of Jupiter and other Terran gas giants, instead up close it looked to be one big roiling hurricane, broken up by lightning bolts large enough to fry a Terra-sized planet with one strike. They had a good view from the station's dome, though it was actually remote cameras on the other side of the asteroid that provided what appeared to be an side view. Inside the cramped, ill-smelling confines of the station's common room, Dr. Zober gave his report, bulky furred arms folded behind his muscular back, silhouetted by the projection of the planet behind him. His research team, two quiet Lor-type humanoids and one grim-faced Za'akian, watched him speak. The fifth member of the team, upon learning of the death of his family in the destruction of Lor-Van, had stepped into the airlock some weeks earlier and never stepped out again. "My initial estimates suggested that the Gorgon was merely replenishing its internal matter stores. perhaps after an engagement with Communion forces. I no longer believe this to be the case. The Gorgon," shown in silhouette in a cutaway shot of the planet behind him, "is engaged in a large-scale matter reclamation project. Even a vessel of its size is unable to absorb a mass equal to the rocky core of Bellerophron - but given Forerunner technology, the Gorgon does have the power to alter that mass as it sees fit. I believe that the Gorgon is engaged in the act of...creation." "We haven't gotten a reply to any of our hails," reported Krah'ag, the Za'akian scientist who had looked visibly unsettled at the sight of meeting the Traveler. "But we've never tried to send a message through that many layers of superheated hydrogen and helium, much less with all that electrokinetic activity. She may not even be hearing them."
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Your sensors are detecting some strange radiation coming from the boy's toychest. Tuning your gadgets to Super-Senses 1 (Radio: Enhancements: Analytical, Microscopic 3 [atomic-sized]) [5PP] suggests a microscopic source of exotic radiation. Give me a Knowledge: Physical Sciences check to know more about the radiation. With your Eidetic Memory, that's a DC 20 with a +5 modifier (for your INT) for you.
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Glad you don't mind. Go ahead and post IC, folks.
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They fought their way through another cadre of Omegadrones before they reached the power core of the station. It was a long, pulsating thing that stretched high above their heads and far beneath their feet in the vast cathedral of energy that was its stronghold, a room large enough to hold a significant portion of Dutemps Castle. There were no signs yet of further security inside the station, either an artifact of Terminus arrogance or simply the vast size of the structure. Or both! Once again Eve fit Bluebird into place, this time near a control station covered in unreadable alien symbols (Tarva's expertise did not extend to matters of science, as she declared in a booming voice before turning to take up a guard position near the door - she had rallied nicely thanks to help from the heroes). The Furion intelligence sunk into the panel and energy began playing over it before it spoke in a voice rather tentative for a war companion of the most martial race in Creation. "There...there's somebody in here. Do you want to talk to her?"