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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!
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Group 2: 23 They pass the Tou save from what I think was your regular Unarmed attack. Mali does damage, but there are just so many... Go ahead and post IC
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Abilities: 0 + 4 + 4 + 4 + 4 + 10 = 26 PP Strength 10 (+0) Dexterity 14 (+2) Constitution 14 (+2) Intelligence 14 (+2) Wisdom 14 (+2) Charisma 20 (+5) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16 PP Attack: +4 (+7 Melee, +10 Magic) Defense: +8 (+4 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), Initiative: +2/+22 Grapple: +7/+20 w/Move Object Knockback: -11/-6/-3/-1 Saving Throws: 5 + 5 + 5 = 15 PP Toughness: +12/+6/+2 (+2 Con, +4 Defensive Roll, +6 Force Field) Fortitude: +7 (+2 CON, +5) Reflex: +7 (+2 DEX, +5) Will: +7 (+2 WIS, +5) Skills: 44r = 11 PP Bluff 8 (+13, +17 w/Attractive)* Diplomacy 5 (+10, +14 w/Attractive) Disable Device 8 (+10)* Escape Artist 8 (+10)* Language 1 (English [base], German) Notice 3 (+5) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Stealth 8 (+10)* Feats: 14 PP Attack Focus: Melee (3) Attractive Challenge (Fast Taunt) Dodge Focus (4) Eidetic Memory Jack of all Trades Skill Mastery (Bluff, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Stealth) Taunt Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 32 + 10 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 20 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 68 PP Device 8 (Helm of Hermeticism, Flaw: Hard to Lose, 40DP) [32 PP] Enhanced Feats 2 (Fearless, Ritualist) [2PP] Enhanced Skills 16 (Intimidate 8 [to +13], Knowledge [Arcane Lore] 8 [to +10]) [4PP] Force Field 6 [6PP] Hermeticism 15 (30 points; Flaw: Action [Full]; PFs: Accurate 3, Alternate Power 5; Drawback: Distracting to change configuration {-2PP}) [21 PP] BE: Transform 10 (any element to any element, 1000 lbs) (Philosopher's Stone, Flaw: Distracting) {30/30} AP: Damage 10 (Salamander's Breath, Extras: Area [General, Cone], Penetrating) {30/30} AP: Nullify All Magic 10 (Ashy Petrification) {30/30} AP: Impervious Toughness 10 (Gnome's Shield, Extras: Reflective 2 [all ranged]) {30/30} AP: Move Object 10 (Effective Strength 50, Heavy Load: 12 tons) (Sylph's Grasp) {30/30} AP: Stun 10 (Undine's Curse, Extra: Area [shapeable]) {30/30} Super-Senses 7 (acute analytical radius ranged detect magic 3 [mental]) [7PP] 2+4+6+21+7 = 40/40 [/device] Enhanced Feats 10 (Defensive Roll 2, Evasion 2, Improved Initiative 5, Move-By Action) [10PP] Immunity 1 (Aging) [1PP] Quickness 1 [x2] [1PP] Speed 1 (10 MPH, 100 fpm) [1PP] Speedster Array 9 (18 points; PFs: Alternate Power 2) [20PP] BE: Enhanced Quickness 9 (to Quickness 10 [x2,500]) {9} + Enhanced Speed 9 (to Speed 10 [10,000 MPH / 100,000 feet per Move action]) {9} {9+9=18/18} AP: Feature 17 (mitigates Action Flaw for Magic 15 and Distracting Drawback) {17/18} AP: Strike 7 (goonsweeper; Extras: Area [shapeable, Targeted], Selective Attack; Flaw: Action [Full]; PFs: Mighty, Progression [Area] 3 [70 5-ft. cubes]) {18/18} Super-Senses 1 (Communications Link 2 [Hologram, Thoughtspeed] {mental}) [2PP] Super-Movement 1 (Water-Walking) (Flaw: Only While Running) [1PP} Abilities (26) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (11) + Feats (14) + Powers (68) - Disadvantages (0) = 150 PP
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Have an HP for that awesomely badass, but also very in-character taunt, Giz! But the Curator still has the near omnipotent power we've given cyberkinetics in Tronik vs the mundane programs... Sharl spends another HP to reroll that hit, and leaves the Curator bruisedx2 and dazed. Gal Vanic is up in Tronik
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The Curator's head rocked back against Kimber's powerful blow, clearly hit hard. But then he focused on her directly. "You are-less than an-organic life but-your peers feel-emotions for you. One who-is even not-a peer. If I-destroy your corporeal-manifestation, will Daniel-Storm feel despair?" The Curator shook his head, three eyes still focused like lasers on the two heroes. Kimber had done some damage, enough to put a crack across those triple lenses, but he was still very much in the fight. "I will-learn all in-time. But yours-has ended." Suddenly, a militia hovercraft rose from behind the arcology and opened fire on the Curator, lasers peppering harmlessly off the armored shell that after all was no more real than the hovercraft itself. The Curator turned, and too late, Sharl divined his intentions. "NO!" he screamed, and was a second too late as the Curator gestured and the hovercraft simply disintegrated: first the machine, then the people inside, until nothing was left but air. "What have you done?! They were no threat to you!" "I am-a machine, fulfilling-my programming, as-were they," replied the Curator expressionlessly. "That I-have not deleted-them all is-a compassion defect-that I-will cure. I go-now to begin-the retaking of-this lost program." And he took off again into the air, wooshing back towards the sky overhead where his assimilation subroutines waited and... I understand now, thought Sharl, who knew better than anyone how well every moment in this place was recorded. Tronikians knew they lived under each other's watchful eyes, but not that every aspect of their lives was on a computer program somewhere. I know what I have to do. "Gal Vanic, listen," he said urgently, looking from her to the distantly hovering Curator. "Even if we beat him down here, he has the power to kill millions just like he did those soldiers, and I'm not willing to take the chance. No one else dies on my watch. We have to keep him up there, by his own programs, whatever happens. Are you with me?" And with that, he took off into the sky, rocketing after the Curator. "Hey, you! This is it!" He took the Curator by surprise and smashed him in the midsection, feeling that armor crack ever so slightly. "We're going to beat you and make sure you NEVER come back here! NEVER!"
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"It is not a Curator robot," replied Harrier through the commlink with an urgent shake of his head. "He cannot access the sensors aboard the ship by remote, but he was able to tell that the ship was sending radio hails, then attempting to open the door by remote, before they began cutting their way through the hull with a laser weapon, it..." Harrier shook his head. "He has lost the signal. We must move," he called as he turned and began heading towards their rear. "All the Curator's ships we have seen have no will but his, as are his robots. If there is another vessel there, even if it is piloted by humanoid slaves or creatures from his Ringworld, it provides us the most efficacious way of returning home. I for one tire of roaming the corridors of his dead hearthworld."
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"I preferred Aelita myself," replied Frost, who had joined the pair in the lounge by the simple expedient of passing through the gas-open vents. "Carter is very American story. Man goes to Mars, beds beautiful princess, and can think of nothing more to do with his time than stab Green barbarians in the mountains. Space should mean something more than that." He pulled up his parka hood, so that only his red eyes were easily visible in the gloom. "But I suppose that was before your time, Vicky. And that of so many others. A shame. But then it is those below who we suspect to have clung to the old ways far longer than anyone else, eh? If they are alive at all. Such are the ways of our people." He folded his gloved hands behind him and shot a glance Wisp's way, as if inquiring about something.
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Startle vs 20: 21 Tou vs 32: 30 Eh, seems a little cheap to insist on my PC having first blood. So he's bruised! Go ahead and post, Giz.
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Crow is up
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Okay, there are no tentacles this round. Citizen takes an HP for the fiat of getting hit, and then blows one to not be killed. He is injured and bruised. He Bluffs the Curator to attack him as a standard action...34 And fails. Welp. Gal Vanic is up again (there are no tentacles this round)
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The robots swarmed in again, pouring out of the corridors, hidden compartments in the walls, and even the floor and ceiling! With ceaseless and terrible purpose, they advanced on the heroes and opened fire! Silver-black beams of energy erupted from their outstretched palms, peppering the heroes and sending them scattering. Above it all, the Curator's voice continued its cold, dry narration, those three eyes never wavering. "Your resistance-to offers of-alliance is standard-for the members-of your caste. I find-it a puzzling-survival response." A volley of robot fire reached up into the sky and blasted at Glow, singing her right through her forcefield from the sheer weight of bombardment. "If threats-and promises of-alliance do not-function for your-species, how can-you survive the-fate of the-universe?" He made a sound that meant nothing to the humans in the room, and indeed it had been a while before Wraith had heard her birthname spoken aloud. "Have you-also adopted this-negative survival trait?" --- The Curator punched Citizen in the midsection, driving him down into the roof of the nearest sector. The cold steel rebounded as they impacted faster than the speed of sound, and Sharl had time to calculate that the mad cybernetic god could have shattered the mile-high building if he'd really put his mind to it. Gotta stop him, gotta stop him... He tasted blood in his mouth, and he knew that the Curator wasn't pulling his punches. "Your design-is inefficient," said the Curator with cold, dispassionate evaluation. "You have-the infinite capacity-for improvement and-instead you cling-to an organic-form in imitation-of your human-allies." He looked Sharl in the eye and said, "It was-you who attracted me-to this planet-again, Shar-l Tulink. The knowledge-that my creations-had left their-womb raised my-curiosity." Citizen felt cold guilt and fear strike him to his core, before he rallied with his "Because I'm not a machine, and I am not your creation!" spat Sharl, "and neither are they! Being a computer program is an accident of my birth, not who I am!" He pointed at the Curator, thinking of every heroic speech he'd ever seen. "You talk a good game, but you're just a machine some old aliens cooked up in a box. You're just carrying out programming they put in you ten million yearse ago. That's what _really_ makes you want to get us, isn't it? Because we took what we are, and we stayed _people_. We dreamed, we hoped, we cared! And we even have a superhero now. You don't want Tronik, you want ME! Let's finish this!" And with that, he rocketed up into the sky, breaking the sound barrier again as he went.
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Don't forget to add the +5 from Inspire! =) That definitely hits. 17 Ouch, that's a towering hit. A little more than I want this early. Take an HP, Tsunami, and I'll make the monster just bruised and dazed for now.
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The heroes walked the halls of the Curator's stronghold for hours, passing down long, long triangular corridors and even climbing up long, long access chutes with the metal cold against their hands, perhaps from the depths of space outside. The silent halls seemed to stretch out forever, as did the vast rooms full of stilled machinery they occasionally explored. The lights were still on and there was the occasional deep bass rumble of whatever machinery was keeping the power and life support systems running, but for the most part the vast complex was nothing but a tomb - a tomb for thousands of skeletal robot drones everywhere, some fallen over, others frozen in place, each looking as if they'd simply turned off as they went about whatever tasks made up the day-to-day life of the Curator's robotic servants. Some of the rooms they explored held artifacts from alien worlds, as silent as the rest of the complex, but none of them were technical experts, though Steve did go white along his scars and quickly walk past one particular structure that looked like an old-fashioned dentist's chair strapped to the middle of a geometry-defying forest of blades. For his part, it was tough for Steve not to feel on edge - a gigantic fortress owned by a cosmic threat stirred up bad memories indeed, and though this was far too bright, quiet, and clean-smelling for one of the fortresses of his youth, it was still a grim place indeed. He kept his armor on after they left the doomforge behind, walking a little behind the others. (Given his lack of stealth, it was the best place for him) He was about to suggest they turn around and begin making plans to bed down for the night by VINCE's ship when suddenly he cocked his head and said, "VINCE is messaging us. There is a vessel outside the hangar, attempting to cut through the doors."
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"Oh come on, robots can't do that!" yelled Mark, waving in frustration at the giant monster before quickly turning back to the hero team. All right, you've been in ridiculous spaces before, you can do this...He knew Crow from the year they'd shared at Claremont, he'd seen Tsunami in action, and what's his face, the diamond guy...okay! "All right, people, move fast! Adamas, shore up the walls of the shelter, keep it from collapsing down any further! That bunker's deep, we don't need to be digging people out while we're trying to stop that thing!" Think think, Trevor would do this so much better... "Tsunami, you're with me, we'll try and slow that thing down! Bayview's already got a disaster going on, they don't need a twenty foot red gorilla in the middle of it!" And sure enough, the giant monster was beginning to look distinctly like a giant red anthropoidal gorilla, albeit with weirdly smooth features and no hair. "And Crow, you're a detective!" He met the boy's eyes straight on and said, "Find the bomb! Let's move!"