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For his part, Comrade Frost avoided the theatrics of his more showy compatriots. It wasn't that he disapproved, far from it. This was a time to rally together with bold words and brave deeds against the monster that had set war amongst their city and killed so many. But he left that sort of talk, and that sort of work, to younger men and women who still had fire in the belly. That was something he'd lacked for a long time. So instead of the taunts and the threats, he simply disappeared in a puff of chilling white mist, floated amongst the darkened suspended animation tubes, and reappeared just behind Quickstep. "Your youthful appearance may fool the others, but you cannot melt a heart so cold!" He put one ungloved hand on her back, and that was all it took. With his touch, the young robot, already battered from Myrmidon's attack and flinching from Tiamat's oncoming attack, suddenly stiffened and froze, eyes widening and flesh turning blue. Frost continued his attack as a crackling sound filled the air and flakes of frozen synthskin flicked off the robot, revealing the steely flesh within, before suddenly it fell from his grasp and landed on the floor with a sound like cracking glass, shards of frozen metal sliding across the floor as the fractured, frozen robot lay perfectly still. "Hm," Frost added, pulling his glove back on as he stepped away from the others. "Better get to work."
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Just wanted to chime in that I think Freely_Seek's idea is an excellent one. I've been a bit disenchanted by event threads dragging on forever in the past, so I'm going to be bringing an end to this one in about a weekish either way.
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Citizen: War of the Worlds End of the World Backstage Pass Edge: Counterfeit Medications Argonauts Even Angels Fall Disco Inferno Harrier: Love The One You're With Test Site I Test Site II These Chains On Me Test Site III Comrade Frost: Scratch Team GMing: Pale Moonlight Time and Chance Ace In The Hole Arms and The Man Just go ahead and count any stray GM posts in my IC threads towards the character in question, to save time. Put my Ref point and spare GM points to Harrier first.
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"Hey, no promises, but if you stick me somewhere, I'll see what I can do with it." "...all right," said Samran after a moment's thought, and a quick glance at both her subordinates. "Our last proximity check put the Grue fleet at least six hours out of this system. We can be in the control center, and gone, by then. It's not about cowardice," she added to Jill as her helmet came back on. "There's an entire Grue battlegroup heading for the Curator's construct, fast enough they must have started coming over as soon as the signal from the ringworld died. Our ship can't fight an entire fleet. But I'd rather try and fail here than say we never tried at all. We can load you onboard and take you to the command center at the pole directly. Let's go." The interior of the Quantum Singularity turned out to be smooth and polished, all white panels and screens with grey and red displays that seemed to glow in the comparatively dim light of the small starship - they had all been inside the overly-bright command center for quite a long time. "If you've been in our ships before, the Singularity may need some getting used to," said Samran as the crew took up standing positions in the small command center, white panels flashing red text before them. "We're a high-speed courier vessel most of the time. We don't have the kind of luxuries that a typical starship does, but we can make our own fun." Outside, the ship cut itself loose from the hull of the command center and began a trip that took only seconds, whipping by an perilous few meters from the perfectly smooth, glossy surface of the Curator's command center, the moon-shaped construct somehow all the more alien for that. Peering overhead, the heroes could easily make out the curving blue-white ribbon of the ringworld itself, and the vast, starry landscape beyond it, just before the ship settled back down atop the bare smooth hull. "All right, time to start cutting again."
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She can't beat that! She's demoralized! Go ahead and post for her
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24 20 It is untripped, but it is trapped! Go magic Quinn!
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31 Aw, boo, she no sells it. tiamat is up
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All right, so that's Blast 10 + 5 =15 DC 30 Tou 17 I'll make that a 27, and she is bruised! Have an HP, Semi. Voltage is up
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OOC: Citizen power-stunts Mental Transform 18 (memories, 3/rank) (Extras: Alternate Save [Reflex], Duration [Continous], Flaw: Action [Full], Side-Effect 2 [Disintegrate]) {18} off his Paragon Array, along with Flight 1 to stay in the air. He makes an unarmed attack vs the Curator. 18 He misses, and spends another HP to succeed automatically. The Curator makes a Reflex save vs. 28. 19 Sharl transforms the Curator, eliminating his desire to attack Tronik. Citizen makes a Fortitude save vs. DC 28 20 Citizen's Impervious drops to 6, his Tou stays at 12 Tou vs. 33 13 Sharl is dead, and the Curator's gone. "Fight's over, son."
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The dome shattered beneath Ghost Girl's attack, the giant 'structure' of energy falling apart like so much shattered glass over battered Tronik. Though Sharl's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the falling debris, the pieces sizzled away and vanished before they could hit anything, sending up a whoop of celebration from below Sharl could hear through his connection to the electronic devices around the city. He shot Gal Vanic a smile, her words ringing in his ears, and appreciated them for what they were - the words of a friend. And then the whoops were turning to screams, and Sharl screamed too, in rage and frustration, as the Curator appeared before them again, big as life and with his injuries healed. He knew down below the whole city was watching them, his family and everyone he loved, watching them try and save them from this unstoppable cosmic threat. Above them the dome began forming all over again as if all their efforts had been for naught, tentacles erupting towards as they reached for Tronik all at once in a single wave of annihilation. "You still-fail to understand-the nature of my-threat. I am-" And as the Curator told them of his invincible regenerative program and of how he would make Tronik his own, then claim the Erde-Tronik, and how Sharl's people would never be safe from him, Citizen stopped listening and started _looking_. Looking at the fat lines of alien code in the system with him, the thinking, plotting, incredibly powerful cosmic entity that at his core was really just a computer program. Sharl raised his hands and looked down at them, no, not _at_ them, but at the lines of code that were Sharl Tulink, the sophisticated program that he was. And he saw the way out, and so he interrupted the Curator. "No, no, we're not going to do that. Gal Vanic fried your circuits and overwhelmed what you built here, and I beat you down. It's time for you to go." And the program before him sent back lines of code that became words. "I am-a god in-this place. Who are-you to-stop me?" Cyberknife's hand pulling him from the crucible. The battle against the Conquering Mind. Seeing Gina's face for the first time. "A citizen of Tronik." From Kimber's perspective, Citizen flew directly into the Curator's midsection, passing _into_ his body, and suddenly the air itself began to vibrate as reality in front of her warped and woofed almost impossibly fast, the Curator reaching for his chest like a man having a heart attack - Patrolling with Koshiro. Talking about space with Wraith. Reaching across dimensions to save another Tronik. Understanding Kimber. Eliza's lips on his Code flashed before Sharl's eyes impossibly fast, pulling at his own matrix, reaching inside him and transforming him even as he reached out and transformed it. He fell deep into the heart of the Curator's systems and core programming, abandoning his body to navigate into what was no longer the physical. He pulled things from himself and plastered them against the Curator's matrix like a sculptor building from his own soul. Never again. Never again come for Tronik. This experiment is a failure. These people don't belong to you. KEEP THEM SAFE The last thought, buried deep in the Curator's core programming, altered the very heart of the system. And took Sharl's with it. The Curator, his dome, the tentacles, suddenly everything vanished into nothingness, and Sharl fell backwards into Kimber's arms. He looked up at her, his eyes wide, and said with a smile, "Hey, Kimber, where do you think a program goes when it
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Myrmidon: 36 Voltage: 30 Tiamat: 12 Comrade Frost: 10 Quickstep: 8 Gaian Knight: 6
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That's cool, you guys are out of initiative. Giz: That reduces the dome (with its Tou + Impervious) to all of +5 with no Impervious! Go ahead and post IC, you guys.
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Sharl tried to remind himself to be polite and not ruin something that obviously had a great deal of meaning for Eliza, for all that his heart was pounding in his chest in a way that belied his electronic nature. "So...can we talk to them?" he asked, a moment before pushing past his fear and greeting it like any other teenage boy: head-on! "Hello, Officer!" he called as he approached the archetypal figure of the policeman, falling back on how he'd seen his friends interact with cops. Without calling them names behind their back, obviously. "Officer, I was looking to try and find Canal Street from here. Can you help me?" he asked ingenously, hoping he wasn't about to find himself in the middle of a brawl with these phantoms from another dimension!
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Okay Fly, talk, fly back, free + move action, etc Standard Action: +5 Power Attack (and miss!) HP it: 24 yeah, nice, I'll spend another HP for Improved Crit. 29 vs 39 The curator is now bruised x3, dazed, and staggered, and knocked back into the program that produced him. Gal Vanic is up.
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Sharl's nose had been bleeding already, but now he could smell something he never had before - his own blood, burnt. He nearly fell out of the sky as he fought to stay in the air against the soul-scorching heat of the Curator's attack. He listened to the monstrosity's words and thought of Gina, of Miss A, of Dragonfly and Supercape, of Daedalus, of all the technologically savvy heroes who could turn their own cyberkinesis against the Curator and strike him at his source. But I can't! I don't have that kind of power! a voice in his head screamed, and he shot Kimber a wild-eyed look before rocketing away down into the city below. He had one destination in mind, one place where he could turn. Thousands of feet above Tronik's distant surface, he found the window he'd grown up looking out of. His parents and sister were there, as they always were on days when Citizen was in the air, shouting to him through the irised-open window. "It'll be all right!" Sharl yelled to them in the air, trying to meet their fear for him for reassurance. "Stay inside the building and opaque the shutters, he can't target you directly as long as he can't see you!" Looking through them would be easy enough for something of the Curator's power, but it would be a momentary delay. Perhaps they would need no more than that. "I love you, Mom, I love you, Dad, I love you, Sis. We're going to stop the Curator, and we're going to make sure our city is safe! I'll...I'll tell you everything when I get back!" he shouted, before erupting into the sky with a hypersonic boom as he rocketed back towards the Curator and Ghost Girl mere seconds after leaving, plowing shoulder-first into the Curator and driving the manifested entity back against the silvery dome overhead! Metal rippled and hissed as it seemed to reach out for both its master and his victim, writhing around them like silvery tentacles.
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Curator: I'll treat this as a stunt off his Super-Strength bonus for lack of a better mechanic. HP for shaking the Daze Damage 16 (Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Range [Perception] +2, Flaws: Action [Full], Distracting) HP for the heroes DC 26 Will save vs lethal damage Sharl rolls a 23 as seen below. Sharl is now injuredx2, bruisedx2 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3903748/ HP for Kimber for him to do it again (and so we can all take some damage here!); roll that beautiful bean footage!
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Ruuuuuuuuuuuun (well, fly) outside and see! The ship weighs roughly 25K tons, for the sake of argument.
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Together, Citizen and Gal Vanic confronted the Curator far above the distant spires of Tronik, the sky above them eerily silent beneath the black-silver dome that represented the Curator's growing power over the world of Sharl's birth. Battered though he was, the Curator was still game and in the fight, cracked three eyes shining with an intelligence that Sharl had come to understand as quite mad. "Look at the-two of you. With all-of your power-you still take-the forms of-organic beings. But I-remind you that-this is not-the world-of flesh. This is-the world where-I am and-you will be-no more." And with that, he brought his hands together with a thunderous boom, and something like pale green fire rushed from his palms and blasted at Citizen and Ghost Girl, the wash of heat and concussion blasting not at their bodies but at the very essence of what they were. "Even with-the connection to-my ship severed I-am still a-god among insects-in this place. I will-rule it forever-and whatever damage-you do to-this body you will-be unable to-stop me. This is-the reality of-the Curator."
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The zut-zut of Mara, or rather, Dragonfly's communicator given the signal's origin, reached them - checking revealed a signal coming in directly from the Interceptors. It was Geckoman on the line, describing the Curator that he'd learned about at Claremont and its habit of replacing people with sophisticated robot drones in Freedom City's past and on various Lor planets in the years since. It was easy enough to find the coordinates of the Curator's ringworld in the League database left open for recognized heroes today, a ringworld some fifty light years away, invisible from Earth thanks to the all-encompassing glow of the occulting Eta Leporis that stood between Earth and the others like a sentinel. An easy enough trip for a Lor vessel, altogether tougher for even the interstellar-going League ships, and all but impossible for an ordinary human. Luckily there was no one like that around in the entire floor.
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To Papercut's surprise as much as anyone else, his attack on the central computer was tremendously successful - perhaps too successful. Paper cranes slipped their way through tiny crevices and fell amongst the interior of the temple of cosmic science, and suddenly the speakers were shrieking as something green and viscous poured from the cracks. The lights flickered and the ship began vibrating violently, robots staggering and failing around as the heroes rallied and began to shatter their previously well-organized formations. "You will-be-defeated." came the Curator's voice again, now sounding distinctly cracked and broken as the computer hub continued to leak a fluid that even from a distance they all could feel was icy cold. "You may-disable this vessel-but my program-is regeneratively eternal. The loss-of one ship-is as nothing-to me as-the-loss of one-of your cells. I will-succeed in my-efforts-to-" And then the central computer flickered one more time, gave a distinct hiccup, and went dark. The ship began rumbling as, with the drive severed, it began sliding off its metal perch atop the Sanctum to the icy surface below!
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Shazam
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Myrmidon: 36 Tiamat: 12 Comrade Frost: 10 Quickstep: 8 Gaian Knight: 6 Waitin' on Voltage
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The three Lor soldiers looked at each other again, and Harrier realized that they had to be communicating with each other telepathically. "Yes, we're familiar with that incident," replied Samran with a nod. She smiled thinly, then added, "And given the family in question and their relationship with the military, I know that's not the kind of story you'd make up to try and win our favor, so that's a point for you." Shaking her head, she added, "As far as the replicants, yes, it's a trick the Curator has pulled before. Take someone from a populated world; Lor, independent, Khanate, even Grue, and replace them with a robot double. Sometimes duplicates have gone years, even decades, without being detected. I don't know anything about Earth," she admitted, "so I don't know what would make him want to target you. What matters now," she added, "is that we have to get all of you out of here. Every ship in the parsec is going to be here once they realize the Curator's not guarding his treasures anymore, and that's no place for you people." "It's such a tragedy," added Shepard with a murmur. "If the systems don't reboot themselves, there won't be anything powering the attitude control machinery of the ringworld. This isn't a dynamically stable system," the soldier added, "which means that in just a few dozen rotations of the ring, it's going to start falling out of alignment, and in just a few more, it'll fall out of the habitable zone. Trillions of people gone, just like that." "Won't your government take action to prevent that?" asked Steve curiously, given pause by the words of their erstwhile rescuers. "I know of the Lor, they do value life even when it is hostile to them." "The wheels of government grind slow," replied Samran. "The Curator's been a threat to this part of space for a long time, and any activity here runs the risk of waking him up all over again. But that's not really in my parsec, you know? Let's get out of here."
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"All right, Crow, I have no idea what kind of bombs those are," called Edge with the confidence of a man with perfect faith in his allies, "but if you let me know where they are or try and defuse them first, we can either send them into space or turn them into walkie-talkies!" He had the kind of authority that correctly displayed that he'd done both over the years. "Adamas, you're doing great, but we're going to need you over here to contain this thing. Rampaging monsters in the heart of South Freedom are the last thing we need when we've already had enough rampages of our own! Try and put walls around it, something that won't make it panic and bolt through one of the buildings!" He'd seen that happen enough in training to know it was only too possible. For his part, Darren could see his teachers and fellow students down in the shelter, but the adults were busy tending to his injured peers. "Tsunami, see if you can put a lasso of water around the thing and try and trip it! It hasn't hit us yet, so right now we don't hit it until we figure out exactly what's going on. Be ready to put it out if it goes up like the others did!" he added.
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Edge: Edge will go ahead and Inspire everybody again (that's another +5!) Quinn, I neglected to note earlier that you actually got a 25 on that Skill Mastered roll thanks to Edge's Inspire earlier. The benefits were the same, but still good to keep in mind. Let me get an IC post up, and Tsunami will be up.