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Edge spends an HP to Seize Initiative: The Monster's stats are as follows Raise his ATK to +8 DEF to +8 To make him PL 12 He goes on 7 Yowsa! Okay, Edge: Seized Initiative Tsunami: 24 Adamas: 22 Crow: 16 Monster: 7 Edge spends another HP (man has lots!) and Inspires as a full-round action. +5 for the heroes! Man, I need to buy up his skills... Tsumani is up as soon as I post IC.
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I have no problem with the Teleport, assuming nobody else does!
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Just a note for clarification: what's over Tronik doesn't look like a ship, it looks more like a silver-black hemisphere that's enclosing the city in a bubble. Kandor expy'd, oh noo. She is definitely strong enough to rip the tentacles out. Dome: 27 Hah, well, it is injured! Tentacles: 16 Failed by 12, I will say that's bad enough that the curator doesn't bother maintaining them and sucks them back in.
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Round 2 (outside) The robots have returned to have their vengeance. ATK: +14 DEF: +14 TOU: +14 DMG: +14 They target Glow! 32 They hit, ouch. That's a DC 29 Tou save.
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Silence fell for a moment as the last of the robots fell to the ground, Koshiro scanning the room for signs of vulnerable technology. A moment later, though, the scenes of chaos faded on the central computer bank before being replaced by three circles - the glowing white eyes of the machine intelligence known as the Curator. "Attention members-of Young Freedom." The mechanical voice was cold and flat, a machine in a way their friend Sharl certainly wasn't. "I am-aware of your-attempts to interfere-with my recapture-of Tronik and experiments-on your planet. You will-be unsuccessful. Already your-elders have turned-against each other-and have abandoned-you to your-fate. But you-need not share-it. You are-young of your-species' and are-worth preservation." The eyes suddenly focused directly not on the women who'd done such damage to his machines, but rather on the one hero who hadn't acted at all. "I offer-a token. Koshiro McMillan. If you-prevent your allies-from disabling my-vessel, I will-give you the-dimensional coordinates of-your elder male-sibling."
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Since the news about the January Vignette came in so late, they're not due until the 15th of February. Points will be awarded with the February point count.
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Okay, I need initiative, assuming you guys want to respond to this. My money's on yes. And, hmm, a DC 25 Life Sciences, or DC 20 Galactic Lore check, if anyone can make that.
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Ugh. Was I that insecure in high school? Mark pinched the bridge of his nose and remembered his mother's teachings about being polite, his father's about being a team player, and Midnight's telling him about focusing on a crisis. Still, they're here, they saw the bad stuff, and they're not running away. That's something, at least. The rest of it can wait until people aren't in danger. With a nod, he was on, and it was as if the conversation had never happened. "Right then, let's go." He led the way over to the gymnasium, and was about to reach the door when Adamas' communicator finally went off again. "I don't know who you are, son," said Archer's voice when Darren raised it to his ear, the gym teacher's voice full of righteous indignation and heroic valor, "but I've got some of the finest young men and women in the world backing my play. So if you and your goon squad up there want to come down here and start trouble, well, we're going to finish it." "Oh, jeez, not this fighting each other at the whims of the bad guys crap _again_," said Mark, scooping the phone right out of Darren's hand."Hey! Hey, it's all right, sir, it's Mark Lucas. I popped over from the League after we took down our robot." He winced at the words before going on, "These guys are legit human teenagers, trust me. They think they've detected a bomb down in the-" "Edge!" yelled Archer, "Get out of there! The real Darren Stelzer is down here with-oh my-!" There was a brief sound of a scuffle over the comm system, and suddenly the ground shook beneath their feet as something red, roaring, and toothy erupted its way right through the soil like a giant mole breaking the surface! Down below they could see the shelter, its roof torn off and rocks beginning to fall down inside on the students within, as the creature broke free and began bolting away down the grass.
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I think we had this as just a DC 15 Reflex save + DC 20 Tou save, as per a Damage 5 (Extra: Area [burst]) attack with the plasma descriptor. Anything that'll put out a plasma fire will keep the robot from melting down to scrap.
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Though she looked briefly startled, the driver recovered with equanimity. "I'm not robbing the place," she said sharply, "I'm setting these aside so my employer will have access to them after his recovery, or his heirs will have them once his estate is processed. In case you haven't noticed, there are a lot of looters around, some of whom used to be on your team." She eyed Renard for a moment before going on, "What's up with that, anyway? They drop something in the water at Hero Central?" She was talking tough, but Eve could tell the driver was scared: whether of getting caught robbing a heavily-mobbed up employer or a crazy superhero, it was hard to tell. It was a day when everyone was on edge.- 54 replies
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All right, I'll say that Disable Device check is enough for Koshiro to get an idea of what to blast - that central 'tower' seems to be connected to much of the ship's operations, particularly the control system for the tentacles below, while the subspace linkup stuff seems to be back behind them. I'll throw in a +2 Damage for his next attack, since you went with the Disable Device rather than combat this round.
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Skullship Crew: Robot Group 2: 23 Crimson Tiger: 14 Wraith: 12 Papercut: 9 Glow: 9 I'll use the field battle rules from Golden Age here. There is 1 group of 1000 robots (to start with). Since they're a robot horde, I'll use the below stats rather than the standard stats It has the following stats: ATK: +5+9=+14 DMG: +5+9=+14 DEF: +5+9=+14 TOU: +5+9=+14 Wraith's attack: 23 would normally miss, but they are flat-footed! Tou vs 28: 22 Fails by six, shaken and disrupted (-3 to all rolls) Since this is a force, Glow gets +2 for using Area attacks Tou vs 24: 14 Fails by 10! disrupted x2, shaken, and disabled vs. Mali's attack +6+5+5=16 DMG + 15 =DC 31! Wow Tou vs 31: 21 Disabled again, and so destroyed: 1000 Curator drones are gone! Give me a Disable Device check, E Go ahead and make your IC posts, folks, and then we'll start round 2
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Giz: If you're still going with that maneuver we discussed in chat vis-a-vis Gal Vanic's Move Object, let's just do this as a straight Strength vs Move Object check as a standard action. (This time!) The summoned tentacle swarm is a minion, and its STR check result is 19. So shoving the tentacles back into the overhanging 'mass' will require hitting them with the power, then getting over a 19 on a STR check.
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SECOND RIGHT PAST MARS TAKEN by GZIMO Ugh, I'm so overworked. When we get to edits, could someone add this to Citizen's sheet? Wonderbus Mobile Headquarters: 5 pp = 25 ep Toughness: 20 [3ep] Size: Colossal [4ep] - Diminutive Features: [18 ep] Communication 2 [radio, subspace] Computer Defense System (Blast 12, laser guns) Dual Size Fire Prevention System Infirmary Library Living Space Powers 6 Concealment 6 (all visual and radar) Dimensional Movement 3 (all dimensions) Flight 10 (10,000 MPH/100,000 fpm) Immunity 9 (Life Support) Morph 5 (any vehicle, PF: Close Range) Power System [fusion] Security System 2 [DC 25] SECOND RIGHT PAST MARS TAKEN by GZIMO
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"Oh my god, they got Summers?" Edge put his hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide with shock. The knives, the electricity, the fancy maneuvering, they might have been on another planet. "That's awful. God, just think how long he must have had access to everything here, doing who knows what..." He shook his head, bringing himself back under control: being around high school kids was no time to panic. "Listen, you stopped the Summers robot? That's great. There are robots all over the city, someone in almost every team. I don't know why they would go after Young Freedom..." He hmmed. "All right, my team's all tied up dealing with the crisis, but I'm here for you now. Where are the bombs?" He said, looking around at the trio of young heroes. "As for whether I'm a robot, you guys are the ones with the drawn weapons and the powers. Look, I don't like to talk like this," he said seriously, looking right at Crow, "because it's bragging, and it's arrogant, and it's not manners, but we're in the middle of a crisis, and I just watched a robot double of my second best friend break a guy's neck and then burst into flames right in front of her boyfriend, and it was really awful. Crow, I remember you, I remember all the hero data you were gathering. You know what I am. You know what I can do. If I were one of those crazy murdering robots, with the kind of power I have, what do you think would be happening here right now?" He looked at them all and added, "Am I right, or am I right? Let's go."
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"Hm," was Frost's only comment at the rebuke, but he did look at the Kantor-clone with reddened eyes before looking back at the data. "Well. Every moment we stand here, what lies within that underground bunker continues to spread its power over city. Heroes are destroying minor control junctions now, but I believe we are first to find this. Even if we destroy every robot, it will remain below unless we strike together. All of us." He tapped the chart and said, "I can fly, though not fast. Tiamat, can you give transportation to myself and others who lack your grace and power in air?" he inquired seriously. "I believe if we rendezvous at this site," he added, pointing to a currently vacant day camp on the map, "we can work our way down into cavity, no? Then let us go."
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Ready for anything, the heroes erupted from the pyramid ship, weapons raised as they prepared to do battle with unending robot hordes! But instead they found...stillness. The lights were bright, just as VINCE had suggested, the sharp white glow of the central spine overhead casting harsh shadows everywhere. There was a scent in the air vaguely like the stuff added to natural gas back on Earth, and everywhere there were robots! Eerie humanoid skeletons with three eyes and clawed limbs, ferocious-looking guardians of the Curator that were doing absolutely nothing. For a long time, Harrier eyed the robots, his armor having chunked open over his skin, before he spoke in a voice loud enough for them all to hear. "Look at them. They are not arranged. They are not armed. They are...immobile." And sure enough, the robots were silent and still, caught in the middle of walking, pressing buttons, circulating around the hangar bay, but not a single one moved a metal muscle. Harrier walked over to one, still wrapped in armor. "It does not react." "So what does that mean?" asked Quickstep, scrubbing her hands along her arms as she leaned out of the ship. "Is he waiting for something? Is this really his base? Are we were we're supposed to be?" She wrinkled her nose against the smell. "What do we do now?"
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"Listen," said Mark reassuringly, catching some of her tension. "This may sound a little weird, but when I was sixteen, Omega blew out my heart so my father turned into a reality-warping demigod and brainwashed most of the human race to think it was 1955 again. And..." He coughed. "Well, that's a long story, but anyway eventually everything got better again, and I wasn't even dead. So what I'm saying is, we'll get through this, and we'll get them back. That's the way it works." Did that work? I don't think it did. Man, it's so hard to tell what sciencey people are thinking! "Anyway, uh, I'll see you around." And with that, he disappeared again, leaving Mara, the robot remains, and all alone on the roof as he headed off to a new destination.
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At the news his friend was dead, casually murdered by the cybernetic creature Sharl had spent years fearing and planning to fight, Sharl lost it. "MANIAC!" screamed Citizen, throwing a devastating punch at the Curator's face that would have brought down a building in Tronik. And the Curator caught it. "Despite the-bold words of-your incorporeal ally-you are hopelessly-outmatched. Already your-organic allies turn-on each other-just as I-had predicted. You are-a single program-modified by a-particularly wretched organic-being. I am-the most powerful-cybernetic entity in-the Galaxy," the Curator informed Sharl with that maddening calm, Citizen just barely managing to wrench his fist out of the robot's hand. "You cannot-hope to defeat-me Sharl Tulink. Instead I-will take your-people as mine-again and leave-you with a-dead city. This-and no less-is the price-of blasphemy." And as he spoke, tentacles began to rumble from the 'sky' overhead, a half-dozen massive structures rippling their way towards Tronik below. "Gal Vanic!" yelled Sharl to Kimber. "I'll handle the Curator; you've got to stop those things before they take anyone else! I'll handle the Curator!" From the screaming below, this wasn't the first visit those tentacles had made, and the people knew what to expect. Images of his parents and sister flicked through Sharl's mind, and it took everything he had not to fly to their sector. Stop him now, stop him before anyone else gets hurt... - Outside, in the 'real world' the team made their way out of the subspace transmitters around the eye into the heart of the skull-ship. It was like walking into a hive of gigantic metal bees, humanoid skeletons cast in cold steel walking around a central 'shrine' that loomed overhead in the great central room larger than a house. Hundreds of images were playing out across the metal skin of the pyramidal centerpiece, as if every inch of it was a screen. And every inch was chaos - a group of Claremont students in a wild melee with the archer Blue Jay surrounded by a group of bodies with arrows in them, Wander of the Liberty League casually snapping an unarmed man's neck, the Fens in flames as robot bees and fireballs roared through it, and a dozen other scenes of chaos. And surrounding them were talking heads, terrified journalists, a city poised on the edge of destruction. And the Curator, it seemed, was watching it all. The robots stumped around as the team watched from their place of concealment, performing unknowable tasks as they adjusted and manipulated the control-less machines that were everywhere along the walls and even the floor, glowing silver-black readouts in an alien language flashing too fast for human eyes to read. Deep below, they could hear the deep bass boom and scrape of the tentacles below ripping away at the Sanctum, and on the temple of information in the middle of the big room more and more images were flicking over to the contents of the Centurion's Sanctum, increasingly overrun by tentacles of its own.
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Citizen's Initiative: 21 Gal Vanic: 19 Curator's Initiative: 19 Tentacles: 18 Jeez! Aw, he still goes after Ghost Girl, since his modifier's lower. OK. The half-dozen summoned tentacles have Defense 10 and Tou 12, they do DMG 10 and have Attack 12 vs. targets like Kimber. (What do they do to Tronikians! Let's not find out) They will reach the arcologies below in three rounds, and this first batch is close enough together to be hit by an Area effect. The Curator's base stats are my Centuritron build with the stats raised to PL 16. (Yeah, it's that kind of fight, kids) His ATK goes up to +8 (+12 Unarmed), his STR goes up to 50 (+20); his Defense goes up to +12 (+4 flat-footed), his TOU goes up to +20 (Impervious 10). Raise his Will save to +10. Up his Flight+Super-Strength to Flight 10, DAP: Super-Strength 10 with an effective max STR of 100. (Heavy Load: 12,288 tons) I will make his Cyberkinesis Array a plot device, since the heroes will need all the HP they can for this fight. Lacking the patience for fancy maneuvers at this juncture, Citizen flies up to the Curator and punches him with a +5 Power Attack. vs DC 14 24 Well! DC 34 32 You know what? No, not this time. That's an additional HP for Sharl. Ghost Girl will be up as soon as I post IC.
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"It was all I could do. Literally," said Mark sadly, looking down at the melted robot. "Erin's my second-best friend in the world, and I didn't even know anything was wrong until she was breaking people's necks. Hey, do you need me to get her downstairs, or something?" he offered. "I just know people who get really mad when I teleport into their house, so I didn't want there to be a thing, especially since I figured you'd be pretty jumpy with the evil robots and everything." He shook his head, then added, "Listen, if you don't need me, I need to jet over to Claremont and see what's going on there." He figured Jill Pique's girlfriend already knew the score there. "They're not answering their signals, and I'm the fastest person the Liberty League has right now."
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Sharl kept his eyes on the 'wall' overhead as the Curator spoke. Those 'tentacles' were very carefully designed bits of programming that would, if used, reach in and forcibly upload whatever lines of code they were accessing to the Curator's storage medium. In other words, they'd reach down and drag off buildings, cars, and people screaming into the sky to be sucked into another dimension and experimented on forever by a mad computer. No. No, I won't let that happen. As long as the Curator was bandying words with them, though, the tentacles weren't moving, and his people were safe. Maybe they could buy time before the link was cut. "You must really like us, then, if you went to all this trouble to get Tronik back." "It was-no trouble," replied the Curator in that same maddeningly calm voice. "This world-has become obsessed-with the threat-of the Terminus-and its power. They have-become convinced-that they are-special in the-eyes of the-multiverse. It was-elementary to convince-them of secret-wars and infinitely-dangerous crises coming-from the forces-of entropy. Violence is-a new area-of experimentation for-me. It was-remarkably successful. As for-Tronik itself, I am-experimenting with the-concept of blasphemy-" "What!?" Sharl interjected, his eyes wide at the word he had never expected coming from the cybernetic intelligence. "What are you talking about, what blasphemy?" "I have-preserved many worlds-within my ring-construct. But only-one has ever-asked me for-preservation. Only one-has ever called-out to me-for salvation. I have-long been interested-in the organic-evolutionary behavior of-faith and worship. When I-gathered Tronik to-me I was-aware of all-your lives simultaneously. I knew-you in the-wombs of your-birthing machines. I began-to find it-aesthetically pleasing. I wish-to continue this-phenomenon. When all-of your city-is mine again-you will worship-me as a-god or I-will destroy you-just as I-destroyed the sysadmin-unit Leroj. I no-longer require your-preservation now that-a spare unit-has been found."
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They flew together for hours, sharing the small space. Steve had thought about saying something about the crisis they were facing, or offering some comfort to Baxter, but opted to remain silent as the rest traded catnaps and prepared to likely fight for their lives in the heart of the Curator's complex. Steve believed in the heroes of Freedom City more than perhaps any other superhero, but he also knew intimately well how easily last stands and long-shot attacks could be brutally and agonizingly crushed by the mindless forces of murderous, overwhelming cosmic power. He did think of Gina, however, so far away and facing such adversity, perhaps wearing his face, or his hands as they closed around her neck...He closed his eyes. I did not realize that I had something I could lose. But I do now. If I lost Gina, it would be...devastating. Because I love her. Sitting there, alone in a crowd as always, Steve decided that the first thing he would do when he got back was to tell Gina Evans that he loved her. Finally, just when Steve was considering a nap himself, VINCE's voice came over the intercom just as the ship began to slow. "Okay, guys, we're coming up on Bad Guy Central right now. It's, wow, it's big. It's like somebody took the Moon and turned it all into one big computer. It dropped some kind of automatic cloak when I got close. I'm trying to raise the systems inside, but so far they're not talking. Everything's automated." A pause, and a faint feeling of vibration. "We're heading into some kind of bay now, okay, the doors are opening..." VINCE talked them through landing in a big cargo bay as big around as a super-tanker on Earth, full of row after row of triangular ships like the one they'd arrived in. "Lots of people-shaped drones, but none of them are movin'. Air is good, but I bet it'll smell funny to you guys, lights are bright...you want me to open the door?"
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At that, overhead security alarms began to whine with the sound of someone inside the perimeter. Calling up the security cameras revealed Edge, the UNISON agent and Claremont graduate, newly arrived on the roof of the HAX building with a scorched, half-melted robot skeleton at his feet. Edge was known to be a teleporter, which was evidently how he'd arrived up there without any noticing. Edge looked around, hand over his eyes, before he found what he was looking for: a visible security camera that was probably sending a message down to the armored heroine and her allies inside. He held up a hand-written sign for the benefit of what he assumed was a silent security camera. "Robot double of Wander from LL. Need help analysis." He flipped the sign over where he had helpfully added in what looked like black permanent marker. "Didn't want to scare you guys."
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