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  1. Avenger Assembled
    "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.
  2. Avenger Assembled
    "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... :!:
  5. Avenger Assembled
    I like this sheet a lot. What's the fluff behind the electricity vulnerability?
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    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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    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!
  8. Avenger Assembled
    Give me a DC 25 Notice check, Quinn.
  9. Avenger Assembled
    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."
  10. Avenger Assembled
    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..."
  11. Avenger Assembled
    There are no other metals of that type on campus; there are no other robots impersonating superheroes around Claremont. Probably.
  12. Avenger Assembled
    Feel free to attempt to do so, Scuffles! TK: The tentacle does not hit you yet!
  13. Avenger Assembled
    Dang, let me know if you guys need another PC/heroic NPC for this thread!
  14. Avenger Assembled
    The cargo containers had enough space for the heroes, their supplies, and a prayer, albeit without any means of securing themselves in. As he stepped inside and found a place in the corner, securing himself to a handle inside the cold grey steel walls, he had a brief but vivid flashback of people being loaded into cargo containers and being taken to...by the time he was listening again, VINCE was talking. "Okay, everybody, hang on tight! We're on our way to Curator central!" The doors closed, shutting out the sunlight from outside, and casting them into the actinide white overhead glow that the Curator seemed to prefer for his ships. It wasn't blinding bright, but the glow was sharp enough that everyone's features stood out in vivid detail. With no windows, there was no way to look outside to check their progress. With a faint vibration, and brief sense of momentum, VINCE announced over the intercom again, "Next stop, bad guy town! We'll be there in about ten hours Earth time."
  15. Avenger Assembled
    Voltage's examination of the recovered robot parts reveals that the robots are, or were, being controlled from some sort of central transmitter. He's able to use his powers to get a general idea of where the spot is, some place far off in Wharton State Forest. Gaian Knight, when he casts his 'gaze' that way, is able to find a surprisingly large underground concavity. He _should_ have noticed something this big before, but it's as if it became visible for the first time...or maybe wasn't there at all until not long ago!
  16. Avenger Assembled
    The temperature in the elevator had gotten decidedly frosty, quite literally, when Comrade Frost had recognized John, his red eyes narrowing inside his parka's raised hood as he studied the teenager. Oh, it's him. Frost was one of the few living (well, sort of) beings who had known Wilhelm Kantor as a personal enemy, and had been someone to consult on at Myrmidon's discovery. "He has quite a tale to tell, Gaian Knight," said Frost, walking around with a trace of worry showing on his pale face. This _was_ bad, but he didn't want to admit that to the younger heroes. He shot a glance at Tiamat suspiciously, prompted by GK's warning, before adding, "I had thought Voltage would make our technical expert for the moment, if he does not mind being deputized as a Reservist given the crisis." He hmmed, putting his gloved hands behind his back, and went on, "I have contacted my colleagues in Moscow and they have no knowledge of these events. Whatever happened with these...machine, was restricted to Freedom City and its environs. Even the Devil in Jersey City was unaffected."
  17. Avenger Assembled
    the climactic struggle of the Day of Wrath saga
  18. Avenger Assembled
    Just to verify, Quinn, ESP 10 is enough to search from the Earth to the Moon. Did you want that, or did you want the 1 mile version?
  19. Avenger Assembled
    As Ghost Girl and Citizen flew through the Sanctum, they could see the beginnings of a grim transformation. The 'tentacles' extruded by the Curator ship above were more like growing tree trunks, or moss down here, spreading right through the walls and floor as if insinuating themselves into every inch of the complex. The main hall, still full of the momentous of the Centurion's career, was overgrown by eerie silver-black tree trunks of computronium and cast in shadowed red emergency lights. "The Curator's nerves," said Citizen shortly, knowing this wasn't Kimber's area of expertise. "He's growing them into the Sanctum, making it part of him. When he's done, he'll have everything in the Sanctum's databanks, and enough scanned of the Sanctum itself to rebuild it on any world. I can't access the network. There's no sign of the Centuritrons." He was going to make a suggestion to Kimber, that once they verified the status of Tronik, she could start shorting out the Curator's nerve centers and interfere with the assimilation process, but then the door opened to the heavily secured room where they'd left Tronik on their last visit. There was a single tendril in there, the glossy coating over the silver-black computronium gleaming in the light overhead. Gleaming as it hung there, a single impaling spike driven through the heart of Tronik's hard drive. And then Sharl didn't speak at all, his eyes widening for just a moment before he leapt inside his home. - Outside, the head-ship looked like a blasphemous mountain, tentacles as thick around as the Wonderbus digging and slicing away at the ice coating around the Sanctum, more and more driving directly into the naked metal of the structure itself. Whether through stretched resources or simple arrogance, the Curator didn't seem to have any aerial defenses. It made their journey safer, but it also meant there were no convenient landing bays or gunports to target. The closest thing to a weak spot, based on the Wonderbus' sensors, were the red glowing 'eyes' that served as the subspace transmitters for the ship. According to the onboard computer, flying in through a weak energy screen would get them inside the ship, and in a relatively unsecured area at that. The exotic radiation emitted by the transmitters would have fried the technology of an advanced race, but a low-tech approach was easily in the cards. "Warning. Imminent impact detected," the bus added, and the screen cut away to display one of those wriggling computronium tentacles, an eerie, obscene shape in the half-light of an Arctic day, snapping out of the Sanctum's roof and coming directly for the invisible Wonderbus.
  20. Avenger Assembled
    "Ahahah!" laughed Quickstep at the carnage she saw before her, looking obscenely pleased at the wicked deeds done on the streets of the Fens by her and the Bee-Keeper. "Go forth, my brother, and teach them FEAR! This city will be cleansed by fire in the name of Wrath! And I will be His darkest disciple! Hahahahahah!" Her laughter was cold and dark, like something from winter itself. Leaving behind the burning tenement, she disappeared into another wormhole, leaving behind only the quick glimpse of cold metallic walls and darkness before she disappeared entirely, leaving the battered heroes still standing to deal with the carnage left behind by the Bee-Keeper and the armored villain-turned-hero-turned-supervillain himself!
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    Sometime later, after the fighting in the city began to die down, Comrade Frost arrived at the front door of the battered Freedom Hall with Voltage in tow. With traffic still heavy in the streets, they'd flown in, Voltage via electrical speed and the relatively pokey Frost by means of an icy cloud that had drifted after Voltage in the air at a comparatively slow pace. "Come, I know things look bad, but I have seen invasions by things from beyond before and eventually we always win in any case," said the parka-clad cold controller with a particular bite in his voice as they headed inside. This was bad, actually, one of the worst disasters he'd seen while working in the United States, but he wasn't going to let the young hero dwell on inconsequentials such as that. They headed through the still-damaged front hallway, and were just about to hit the elevator when Myrmidon arrived. Frost found himself tensing briefly at the sight of the other hero, and fought off the bizarre urge before waving him over when he saw what he had. "Ah, good! You have a robot! And I have a genius. Come," he said, waving both younger men into the elevator. "Let us find Gaian Knight." It was very cold in the elevator, the air misting slightly around Frost as they headed up to the control room.
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    Okay: I need a DC 25 Notice check from Gaian Knight for things underground! DC 25 Knowledge: Technology check for Voltage. When did Voltage arrive? We will see.
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    Geckoman: This is not technology Chris is immediately familiar with, though it does look extraterrestrial. His Notice, Search, and Investigate are more useful: this was clearly a highly advanced robot, one that had processors inside to mimic virtually every human bodily function: in this case, even Jill's superpowers! The fire was an internal self-destruct mechanism, a plasma charge like those used to destroy advanced spaceships from the inside like the Lor or Grue do. Thanks to his knowledge of hero history, being a student of the Raven, Geckoman knows that there's only one being from space that relies on robotic infiltrators: just as he did in his first contact with humanity in the 1960s, the has replaced people with robots - but why like this? While his intentions towards humanity are not benevolent, murder in the streets isn't his usual style either.
  25. Avenger Assembled
    Inside the building they found a grim scene of carnage, the hot-burning fire having burned the contents of Summers' office nearly to ashes. Whatever secrets and treasures had once been held in this place were now so much black and red ash, the fire having left most things not even recognizable. The only exception were the bones, if that's what you could call them: an eerie pile of metal that was clearly in the general shape of a human skeleton. It had fallen about where they'd last seen Summers' body, though of course it was hard to judge that given all the carnage and transformation that had happened in this place in the last few minutes. It wasn't hard to guess what an outsider would make of this place, or their story if they'd told it: Young Freedom had murdered Summers and burned down his office to cover their tracks! But there was that metal skull as a counterargument, staring up with empty grey eye sockets.
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