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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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Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in City Center
"On it," said Edge, bending down over the still-warm cybernetic skeleton of what had once been Erin. For all that Mark could be a talker, in a real crisis he'd learned enough to keep his mouth shut. This was a bad situation, and he was worried, but he had every confidence that his friends and the heroes of Freedom would sort it out. No one else has to die today. We'll get Wander back, and save everyone else who's having problems. Everything will be all right. Hope will prevail. He kept his focus on the mission, leaving comforting phrases for after they'd saved the day. "HAX first, then Claremont. I'll pop in on the roof of HAX, then right into Summers' office for the second." And with that he was gone, fading away along with the robot body to another destination entirely. -
"If we have traced robotic lion to his den, let us go and beard him," Frost suggested to the others, looking around at Voltage, Gaian Knight, and Tiamat. "Between the four of us, we are mighty superheroes, and we can handle many situations. Though perhaps leave someone behind to coordinate things, and summon allies in stead," the veteran hero offered. "This is a mighty foe we face and we will need all the friends we can get along the way." Frost was tempted to volunteer to stay behind himself, but didn't want to drive Gaian Knight out of a coordinating post he was already occupying expertly. "I suggest we ask around among teams that are dealing with crisis, see their knowledge and who can be spared from struggle with robot wreckers."
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The Curator: Willow remembers the Curator from her sister's mind. Another cosmic creation of the Preservers, an older 'brother' to her older sister. A ringworld, deep in distant space, and a mighty cybernetic intelligence. He's a collector of things, people, places, planets, and otherwise, preserving them against the forces of entropy by holding them in his stronghold. He is a mighty opponent, one whose defenses have driven off everything from the Grue, to the Lor, to even the Gorgon herself. While she remembers the cosmic coordinates of the Ringworld, getting there is...beyond the pay grade of the Interceptors.
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The Curator is described as being a Preserver construct, and I did mention his skull-ship resembled a version of the Gorgon... :!:
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pc Glamazon (PL 15/12) - HG Morrison (Bronze)
Avenger Assembled replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Heroes
I like this sheet a lot. What's the fluff behind the electricity vulnerability? -
Expanding your search doesn't do anything - there are no traces of the metal elsewhere in South Freedom. _But_, upping your search like this does give you a chance to notice something. There are traces of a very similar substance, not like the skull but like some of the ash and chemical deposits on it, quite close by and underground beneath the various student dorms and classroom buildings - right where the emergency shelters are.
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Cosmic Phantom (PL 10) - TheMightyK
Avenger Assembled replied to TheMightyK's topic in Archived Characters
I'm going to go ahead and give this an APPROVAL now, since you've had to wait so long. One thing I would suggest is finding the points for a sensor suite for your spaceship, since otherwise being able to control it remotely from so far away doesn't help much if you can't see it or the stuff around it! -
Give me a DC 25 Notice check, Quinn.
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The bus skidded through the narrow opening, Glow's telekinetic blast deflecting the gigantic tentacle just the fraction they needed to make it safely through the eye and into the subspace communications gear of the head-ship. It was immediately obvious that they'd have to abandon the bus; the corridors were too narrow for it to pass through, and there was no sending it back outside with those tentacles waving around. Looking forward, they could see a narrow corridor cut with triangular walls, lit by a brilliant white strip of light down the center seam that was almost painful to look at. It wasn't enough to actually impair them, just enough to be annoying. They could hear the sound of working machinery and feel the hum of energy outside even through the walls of the Bus; they were at the edge of a technological terror the like of which to make even a space-going race like the Kinigosi think twice. - Inside Tronik, the skies were black and silver in an ominous reflection of the world outside. The green skies and red sun of Sharl's childhood had been replaced by an eerie dome looming over the city, one that enclosed Citizen and Gal Vanic as they floated together over the neat rows of arcologies that made up Tronik's skyline. Up in the sky, tentacles were just beginning to bud on the surface of the dome, as if preparing to spring out on the city itself. Even from this far above, Kimber and Sharl could hear the sounds of screams and panic below, the desperate rattle of laser fire. Sharl looked up and was just about to go for the nearest budding growth, already as large as a bus, before suddenly his body went tense as if he'd been hit by an electronic shock. "He's here. I can feel him." And then, suddenly, he was. The Curator appeared out of the air in front of them from a curling circle of silver-black energy, his electronic form cast in the shadow of a humanoid shape turned electronic. When he spoke, his voice was cold, flat, void of emotion. A perfect machine."Shar-l. Your-return has come-at last." He folded his hands behind them and studied the two of them impassively. "Now-all that was-taken from me-can be restored." Sharl wanted to hit him more than he'd ever wanted to hit anything in his life, images of his terrified parents, his sister, his people looking up at him flashing through his mind. If he looked, he knew, he could see them, right through the electronic systems of Tronik itself, but...he couldn't get distracted. But he _could_ distract the Curator, maybe..."I was never yours, Curator, and neither was this city. I was born years after the Centurion beat you the first time, just like we're going to beat you now." "Yes-it is true-that Mark Leeds-was able to-defeat me in-combat repeatedly," agreed the Curator impassively. "But-he is dead-now. As all-organic life will-be eventually." He turned and seemed to stare right through Gal Vanic before looking back at Sharl. "It-is unlikely that-you will be-able to defeat-me. I-have deleted the-qualities of heroic-valor that-the defenders of your-world wielded against-me in the-past. They-are occupied with-imaginary fears of-the forces of-entropy and with-the unleashing of-my technological duplicates-among their ranks. There-is only you-and your group-of juvenile sentients-on this continent-and I am-the most powerful-cybernetic entity in-this Galaxy." "Surely we can't be that important to you," said Sharl, carefully floating around just enough to keep the technological powerhouse occupied. "So you're starting here, then moving on to the rest of the planet?" "No." Again, no change in the voice, no change in those flat three white eyes staring at them. "I-have learned that-the defenders of-this planet have-many unexpected resources. I have-come to regain-Tronik. The-rest of this-world will instead-be a test-site for my-experiments. I-have already tested-their ability to-know fear despair-grief and loss. It-has been a-most revealing experiment."
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Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in City Center
When Eve came back to the smashed-open Grant building, having passed through a city torn by chaos, she found the meeting room they'd left behind was now completely deserted. Even Grant's body was gone from where Wander had punched it through several walls, leaving behind only dropped cellphones and briefcases, papers piled everywhere, and all the signs of a very hasty high-class departure. The only person she could find on the deserted top-floor was an athletic-looking young woman with short blonde hair in a chauffeur's uniform walking among the executive desks, searching through them and stuffing various papers and cheques into a large duffel bag. Getting very close, Eve could hear that the driver was humming "We're in the money, we're in the money, ya-ta-ta-ta-da-da-da..." -
There are no other metals of that type on campus; there are no other robots impersonating superheroes around Claremont. Probably.
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Feel free to attempt to do so, Scuffles! TK: The tentacle does not hit you yet!