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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.
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All right, I'll go ahead and let the monster stay dazed. I'll go ahead and get a post up here in a bit.
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The trio looked at each other for a moment before the leader pressed a button on her armored spacesuit's wrist and began speaking slowly and clearly, her English resounding not out loud but in everyone's minds. "Greetings, citizens of Terra. I am Samran-86, and these are my subordinates, Vrix-117 and Shepard-07. You were taken by the Curator?" The officer looked curious, and not a little concerned. "We had no idea he had begun kidnapping protected species again, much less from a planet as heavily-guarded as Earth. How long have you been held here? Do you know anything about his current condition?" "We have been cognizant for some days now," replied Harrier, breaking cover now that these aliens no longer seemed a threat, trusting that the stealthy Blue Jay could maintain her disguise in the event a crisis did develop. "But we cannot say how long he held us. We captured a vessel on the surface and piloted it here using our own technology. What _is_ the Curator's condition?" Shepard spoke, the soldier's armored voder making it impossible to determine race, species, or gender. "The Curator continually broadcasts "Stay away or be destroyed" on all communications channels, and in all known languages, simultaneously - it's the closest thing he comes to have a conscience. 77 hours ago, that broadcast _stopped_ for the first time in a century." "Our ship, the Quantum Singularity, was on patrol in the Zenas system when the broadcast stopped. That made us the nearest militia unit, and so we went in," added Samran. "As far as we can tell, all systems at this node, and all the others, are inactive, even the emergency defenses. It's as if someone came in and just turned the Curator...off."
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Okay, that hits and gets a full +5 Autofire bonus. The DC is 8+4+2+5=a total of 34 This isn't as tough as the regular Curator, so we'll put it at +15. 20 Okay, it fails by 14 = disabled, staggered = we are entering the 'smoking and sparking, lights flickering on and off' side of things here.'
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That'll do some collateral to the ceiling and walls, but sure. DC 26 Tou save... 31 Ouch!
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Suddenly, from behind them the robot rumbled to ponderous life and began speaking in a completely bizarre voice, a high, girlish one that had nothing to do with giant war machines from the Terminus and everything to do with...anime? "User input no longer active. Reverting to secondary programming - crush. KILL! DESTROY! the superheroes! Thank you for patronizing Otaku Industries, where we live to fulfill your every fantasy." And suddenly, the giant robot began to fall apart, arms and legs detaching amid a roar of rockets, even the head floating free as its eyes began to glow a cheerful shade of cherry red. "Entering DEATH MODE! AHAHAHAHA!" And then head, torso, arms and legs, rushed towards the Interceptors atop pillars of fire!
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They made their way back just in time to see the circular 'door' fall away as the cutting team on the other side finally made contact. From their position just inside the door, not trusting VINCE's remote link for something like this, the heroes watched as the trio of armored, helmeted humanoids stepped out through the doorway. In their green armor and golden helmets, they looked like any other members of a successful space-going civilization, albeit perhaps more high-budget than the ones Jill had encountered earlier in her career, and in far better condition than the ones Harrier was familiar with. They were all clearly armed, with rifles slung over their backs, and when one pulled a square box from a shoulder holster for a moment Steve was convinced it was a grenade. Instead the unknown soldier waved the box in the air amid beeping lights and said something over a helmet loudspeaker. "They're speaking the standard Lor military dialect," Steve murmured to the others, invisible to the light where he crouched behind his pike's chameleon field. "I don't...speak it," he admitted as the leader of the trio opposite the bay stepped away from the others and removed her helmet. With her short red hair and bronze skin, she vaguely resembled Vrix Dopple, the Claremont RA Blue Jay had met a few times on campus. The woman called something out loud, then again, in what was evidently another language, raising her hands and baring her teeth as she looked around the shuttlebay, peering around the room cluttered with immobile drones.
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Frost had been about to make a remark about how very familiar he actually was with German flamethrowers, given the great many flammenwurfer operators on the Eastern Front who had learned to their extreme surprise that his ice powers were enhanced by heat rather than burned by them. But he dismissed the thought after a moment, he'd already cavalierly dismissed the young man who was now standing alongside them once, it wouldn't do to do so again. "Well then, let us give a warm greeting to these cold-hearted bastards!" He disappeared down the tunnel after Gaian Knight and the others, a rippling cloud of chilling fog that was cold to the touch, and erupted through behind them into the stronghold of their enemy as soon as their terrakinetic had torn it open. They found a grim scene of technological horror; a triangular room cast in too-bright, silver-black shadows by glowing overhead beams, with dozens of transparent tubes filled with translucent green goo - inside were the clearly recognizable faces of the missing, with some known and others hidden by masks before their terrible day. There was Duncan Summers over there, there was Magni Thorrson, unconscious and hooked up to a complex arrays of tubes and machinery around their mouths and heads. At the end of a short corridor lined with the tubes stood the form of a girl John recognized from class and the others recognized from the reports of carnage they'd seen around the city: fourteen-year-old Dorothy Langford, aka Quickstep, teleporter turned terrorist turned robot spy. Or was she? "Hahahahah, you fools!" she laughed manically at the sight of them, portals opening behind her to reveal unholy curls of glowing energy. "You dare to face me in my stronghold on the eve of my greatest triumph! Omega WILL prevail! Come forward, fools, and tell your gods that QUICKSTEP SENT YOU!"
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There is a plasma device like the one from Summers' office lodged in the wall near the main door to the shelter, right by the stairs down from the gym (so basically the fire would have started and trapped almost all of them down there - nasty device)
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tou vs 26 15 Nice! (They rolled a 1) Okay, go ahead and post IC, Fox, and we'll give the others a chance to mop up/blast the Curator directly.
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Okay, Wraith is up
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Gimmie a Notice check to find the bomb!