Avenger Assembled

Ooh, energy-based Reflex saves are one of Citizen's more serious banes. Reflex vs 19: 7 Ouch. I will HP that. 21 OK, so that's just a DC 20 Tou save. DC 20 Tou save: 24 Nice! Okay, hm. I'm rapidly losing HP here, so I'll just have Citizen attack her unarmed. Does 26 hit with the Snare cover? (I missed whether or not that was an issue) If so, that's a DC 28 Tou save.

Sharl thought to Tulink as the electronic teenager lined up with his equally-dimensionally-displaced masters. Sharl was no fool; he knew how incredibly difficult what he was promising was going to be. But he was Sharl Tulink, Citizen of Tronik, and that meant he'd defend his people wherever they were. And punish those who'd been hurting them. thought Tulink bleakly as he watched that impossibly lucky version of himself take his place alongside his friends. Real, actual human friends. And with that, and one last eruption of light and noise from the teleporter, the castaways from Erde were gone.

OK, first of all, have an HP for getting grabbed first thing, Bee-Keeper. 6 of these guys (with INT 4 instead of 20) are the monsters. PL 10s, but just minions! Grapple result: 34 Okay, try and beat that. We'll roll initiative as soon as Fleur shows up and joins the fight.

"The Bee-Keeper! I sure hope you're the good one!" somebody, maybe the bank manager, called from behind her desk. "They just came to life and started robbing the place!" The patrons who recognized the third Bee-Keeper seemed cheered at his arrival, but as usual in his predecessor's stomping grounds some bystanders were even more scared! Meanwhile, at the sight of the superhero, one of the 'money golems' formed itself into a humanoid shape made of sacks of heavy metal coins and came right for the armored Baxter. A penny might weight nothing, but millions of pennies formed together into a fist was a threatening weapon indeed! The being of bags made a grab for the hero of the hive, and caught him about the midsection in a powerful embrace!

August 10, 2012 Fleur de Joie and Bee-Keeper III stop a bank robbery, and maybe learn about life.

Bee Good And You Will Bee Lonesome August 10, 2012 First National Bank of Freedom City [Fens Branch] You might think banks would get robbed in the Fens a lot, but the truth is it just doesn't happen that much. Criminals in the Fens don't have the kind of budget to plan and carry out a major operation like a bank robbery; they're generally more focused on things like making enough money to feed their family, or their drug addiction, via pickpocketing, panhandling, or the occasional mugging or low-level drug deal, than the kind of big score that a bank robbery would bring off. But it does happen, enough that First National's Fens branch has the bulletproof glass, metal detectors, and security guards you would expect from a watchful urban bank in this economy. It was good security, reflected bank manager Jan Freidman as she took cover under her desk. Good security most of the time, anyway. All around her the bank was in chaos as coins, bills, and deposit slips spun themselves together in the air, sending patrons and staff alike fleeing for their lives as the currency transformed itself into some half-dozen humanoid figures larger than the statue of the Centurion (for historical purposes only!) in the front lobby, massive figures made of money itself! They moved with purpose about the bank, opening their 'mouths' and dumping in the contents of unanimated cash drawers, cracking open the ATM and shoveling in more cash into their already ample frames, one even going around and silently collecting the wallets of trapped patrons! How do you stop a bank from robbing itself? she thought desperately. Luckily, she reminded herself after a moment, that wasn't really her problem. She reached down and hit the silent alarm beneath her desk, the big red one that made sirens ring in police stations and superheadquarters across the city. META-ROBBERY IN PROGRESS AT THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK IN THE FENS!

Fleur was no technical expert, but as far as she could tell the inside of 'Steelgrave''s ship was bare and spartan: there was a control surface, a pilot's chair, what was almost certainly a suit of spare armor (the massive iron suit instantly recognizable for the League-trained Fleur, as it would be for anyone with a familiarity with the Terminus) located near the back, but the rest was all bare bulkheads and sealed compartments. This was an armored ship, one built for battle, but so far it didn't seem to have many secrets to reveal. "You're not going to find much; that and the armor were the only things I could steal before the death squads showed up. Speaking of which..." Steelgrave looked up at the sky again, and for the first time seemed to grow just a little nervous. "You know, the portal's going to be a weak spot for a while, so you should probably get me out of here if you don't want lots of Terminus ships trying to kick in the door..."

Harrier stabs a fool. AA+PAing, as usual 14 Or does he?! Spending an HP 25 with the HP DC 32 + 2 =DC 34 Harrier's to hit is at 17.

With a crackle and pop, Gloria's cellphone snapped open on the floor. From it a voice sounded as a humanoid figure emerged from the big video display; Citizen's black coat fluttering in an invisible breeze behind him, the bright lights of the ladies' room gleaming off his mirror-black shades. "Two can play at that game, lady," he taunted, floating up in midair and keeping himself equidistant between the door and Temperance. She was certainly powerful enough that he wasn't worried about her, but a hero took hits for their teammate, one way or the other. "Listen, I don't know what kind of crazy techno-spook you think you are," he said brashly, "but I'm one of the most advanced computer programs ever made and my colleague here can turn H2O into H2Awesome! So you'd better step down before we have to stick you back in one of these phones and drop it in a donation box."

What we need more of is SCIENCE Move Action: Sharl teleports into the room. Standard Action: Sharl spends an HP to double his dodge bonus and uses the Total Defense maneuever, raising his to-hit to 34. He will interpose for either Temperance or Gloria.

The team toured the Wonderbus from top to bottom, or at least as much as they could see given that the current resident had left several doors locked, including to a room that (from the chemical smell) was probably his bedroom. The Wonderbus really was a model of super-science engineering; the reactor core (running on 30% power) was more advanced than anything Sharl or Indira had seen outside of pictures of some of the Lor hearthworlds, while the sensors in the 'cab' could scan as far as away as Earth orbit! But the place had a well-worn air that was tough to ignore, as well as that faint-to-strong smell and the Cholaxian hair that seemed to be lodged in most places, and the striking 60s decor (probably a reflection of the different visual patterns of alien species) gradually began to transform itself into nothing but a riot of paisley amidst regular geometric shapes, the shag carpet thick beneath their feet. The Wonderbus was a nice place to visit, house-sized on the inside at least, but they wouldn't want to live there. Sharl made that decision when they found the pool room; its heart shape and speckled crimson stone body suggesting an intended purpose that was...best not thought about. "You know," said Sharl as they finished their tour and headed back to the main room to say their goodbyes to Bigfoot, "he really is a sympathetic case. Maybe I can talk to Miss A about her company acquiring the bus, and we can use it as a team vehicle...if we have to!" he added with a glance at Koshiro. "Just in case." Bigfoot woke up long enough to make his goodbyes, shaking the hands of everyone he could and waving a cheerful goodbye from the door, and the team was off to their next destination! "Up next, we're going to Hanover! Miss Americana has set aside the 15th floor of the old Archetech building there for our use. She said since it's my team, it's my job to give you guys the tour! I think you'll like it."

Hi everybody! (Hi ABD AA!) Here are the PP awards for the month of July 2012. If you haven't submitted your July posts by now, you are a terrible person. To save time, we've evidently noted potential PL upgrades in the subject line of your character sheet. We're running a little behind here, obviously, so if something looks weird, don't be afraid to share it. Aoiroo Catalyst: 2 + 1 + 2 = 5 = 1 pp Changeling: 2 + 1 = 3 = 1 pp Silhouette: 3 + 2 = 5 = 1 pp Arichamus Heraldo: 8 + 9 + 3 + 4 + 1 = 25 = 3 pp King of Suits: 2 + 7 + 1 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 [ + 0 + 5 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 4 GM ] = 32 + Vignette = 4 pp Wave-Eye: 3 = 1 pp AvengerAssembled Citizen: 13 + 1 + 2 + 5 + 6 + 6 = 33 = 3 pp Edge: 6 + 5 + 2 + 4 = 17 = 2 pp Harrier: 6 [ + 1 + 4 + 1 GM ] = 12 + vignette = 2 pp Azuth65 Silver Spider: 4 + Hell Q + Rep Chart + Vignette = 5 PP Siphon: 1 = 1 PP Wisp: 3 = 1 PP Bishop The Marshal: 2 + 20 Questions = 2 pp Blue Rose Kit: 1 = 1 pp Stormbreaker: 2 + 5 = 7 = 1 pp Cubist Jubatus: 8 + 2 + 3 = 13 = 1 pp Dariusprime Fulcrum: 3 + 2 = 5 = 1 pp Darksider42 Rift: 6 = 1 pp Dr Archeville Dead Head: 0 pp Doktor Archeville [maxed]: Vignette + Ref point = 2 pp, to Protectron Protectron: 2 pp Ecalsneerg Arrowhawk: 0 pp Equinox: 0 pp Geckoman: 3 + 1 = 4 = 1 pp Scholar: 0 pp Electra ORICHALCUM'D Fleur de Joie [maxed]: 6 + 5 = 11 Miss Americana [maxed]: 4 + 7 = 11 Papercut: 11 + 6 + 4 = 21 + 46 (Wander total) = 67 = 4 pp Wander [maxed]: 7 + 4 + 2 + 3 + 8 = 24 + 11 (Fleur) + 11 (Miss A) = 46 = 3 pp Eviscerus Leviathan: 0 pp Spitfire: 0 pp Fox Dragonfly: 1 = 1 pp Gaian Knight: 7 + 5=12, 1 pp Wraith: 16+2+7+7= 32, 3 pp Gizmo Ghost Girl: 6 + 6 + 5 = 17 + 17 (from Jack's total) = 34 = 3 pp Jack of all Blades [maxed]: 1 [ + 3 GM ] = 4 + 23 (Midnight) = 27 = 3 pp Midnight (II) [maxed]: 4 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 6 + 1 = 23 Wail: 3 + 1 + 3 + 8 = 15 + 10 (from Jack's total) = 25 = 3 pp GranspearZX Arcturus: 0 pp (no IC posts!) Crusader: 0 pp (no IC posts!) JackgarPrime Victory: 1 = 1 PP KnightDisciple Cobalt Templar: 5+6+2+2+3=18, +1 Vig, 3 pp Gabriel: 1+3+7+8+1(GM)=20, +1 Vig, 3 pp Magic Butterfly: 0 pp Miss Rabbit Sidestep: 0 pp Paragon Quintessence: 0 pp Quinn Crow: 1+1=2=1 pp Overclock: 0 pp Raveled Blue Jay: 17+7= 24 posts, +2 GM posts=26 posts, 1 Vignette, 1 Rep Table=3+1+1=5 pp Glowstar: 2 posts=1 pp Ironclad: 2+4+5+1+1=13 posts, +3 GM posts=16 posts, 1 Vignette=2+1=3 pp Starlight: 4+3+6+5+6+4=28 posts=3 pp Scuffles Glow: 1+1+7+5=14 posts=1 pp Semi-Autogyro Myrmidon: 1 post +1 Vig= 2 pp Shofet The Penitent: 2 =1 pp Sorus Sage: 4 + 4 + 1 = 9 = 1 pp Willow: 1 = 1 pp SpicyWaffle The Bee-Keeper (III): 8+6=14 Posts, +1 20Q, +1 HellQ, +1 Rep Table, +6 GM posts =20 posts=2+3=5 pp Supercape Lord Steam: 5 = 1 pp Rene de Saens: 5 rollover PP + 16 GM posts = 50 Posts = 4PP, Ref point rollover = 1PP, Vignette PP rollover = 1PP, His own Vignette 1 PP), =7 pp Supercape [maxed]: [25 GM posts, +1 Ref Point, +1 Vignette]=5 pp, rolls over to Rene Synth: 3= 1 pp Thunder King Crimson Tiger: 8+5+5 GM=18 posts, 1 Vignette, 1 Wiki, 1 Site Participation [Martial Artist], 2+1+1+1=5 pp Voltage: 5+3+1+6=15 posts, 1 Vignette=2+1=3 pp TiffanyKorta Blodeuwedd: 12 + 12 = 24 = 2 PP Revenant: 1 + 2 + 3 = 6 + 1 NPC = 2 PP Young Britannia: 4 + 7 + 4 = 15 + 9 GM posts = 24 = 2 PP trollthumper Cannonade: 3+5+5+8+3+3+1=28, 3+1 vignette =4 pp Nick Cimitiere: 5+3+2=10, 1+1=2 pp Temperance: 2+7+1=10, +1 Ref, 2 pp Tsura La Luchadora: 0 pp Vahnyu Net Fly: 1 = 1 pp 100 Club: :iiam:

In the kitchen, Quo-Dis set the meat down on the cutting board and studied it for a long moment before her eyes glowed yellow. With a slow, wicked sizzle, the animal flesh flash-fried into smokeless dry ash within seconds beneath the power of unleashed vril. She put her hands on the tiled counter before her and took several long, slow breaths; she didn't need to anymore than she needed to eat the food, but she found it very calming. I'm going upstairs to change, she thought to Corbin before she flew up the old servants' staircase into the upper floors, where she could find a T-shirt and jeans to wear.

Harrier slashed upwards with his pike, shifting his grip forwards along the gleaming black shaft to fight in close quarters. The blade dug deep across the zombie's faceplate again, cutting a wide X over what would have been the face of a normal humanoid. Look at that. Have I become an artist now? He faced his opponent down squarely and shook his head, realizing the lie of that in a moment. No art here. Only horror and pain. I will make this as fast as I can. "You will never be violated again," he finally spoke aloud, his voice a low murmur amid the din of battle. "This is my promise to you, my brother in steel."

Citizen stepped up to the nearest robot and followed Miss Americana's instructions as best he could, shoving his projected head through the robot's midsection. "Take this, you mechanical monstrosity!" he called, his eyes briefly widening behind his shades when the mechanical humanoid gave nothing but a low chuckle at his attempted cybernetic assault. It threw a punch at him that passed right through his projected body, Citizen briefly flickering as he stepped back and his systems re-established themselves...only to see another robot leering malevolently as it threw a fiery blast directly at Miss Americana's insensate form! He didn't hesitate a moment, grabbing the gynoid and yanking her out of the way as a blast seared past them both. "Frack it, I'm stuck!" And sure enough he was; the press of robots all around him and the urgent need to keep the Miss Americana robot from being set revealingly ablaze (not to mention what such a thing would have done to Gina) had trapped him away from taking out Miss Americana's antagonist. "Hit Danson!" he called to the others. Meanwhile, inside the system, Danson's avatar faded into view; the officer looked just like her mother once had decades earlier, fire crackling around her head and inside her mouth as she cursed at Cyberknife. "It put these things in my head!" it shouted at the still nearby cyber-intelligence that was so awfully familiar. "Got to burn them out! Got to burn everything out!" "That is not how it was!" the genie called back, audible only to Cyberknife herself. "You wished for power, but it was your will how to use it! Just as another once wished for knowledge!"

Computers check: 33 Hah-hah, what? OK, Gina has the mainframe! If she wants to contest control of the robots, she'll have to start rolling countering checks. Citizen Taunts Robot 1 vs DC 20: 19 Another lucky roll! He makes an attack vs. the Taunted Robot Corrosion: 19 And just hits! That's a DC 20 Reflex save, then a DC 25 Tou save for the wrong 'un, at -2 to both! 22 Bleah 25 Well, that's annoying. Robot 1 throws a punch at Citizen! And nothing happens! Robot 2 blasts the insensate Miss A robot! Citizen Interposes 22 And misses! Glow is up as soon as I post IC

16 Citizen must be hesitating to break into the ladies room. :oops:

All-Out Power Attack this time, again with the staff: 21 Just barely hits! DC 32 Tou save, with no Autofire bonus.

OK, with DC 42, Cyberknife is able to tell that while Danson is watching the mainframe, right now she's focused on controlling the six robots.

OK: Danson: 32 DC 42 Computers check to spot her inside the computer Mini-Blasters: 31 (injured and dazed) Cyberknife: 30 (UP) Citizen: 27 (2 HP) Robot 1: 24 Robot 2: 19 Glow: 18 (2 HP) Robot 3: 17 Robot 4: 17 Robot 5: 11 Robot 6: 8 Wail: 7 (4 HP) A quick status post

Quo-Dis looked horrified at the sight of her lunch plans crumbling to so much ash and smoke. "No, no, it'll be fine," she said, shooting a look at Corbin. "We'll talk about that later. I am already sure what you will say anyway. Right now we should all enjoy our lunch!" she said brightly. "I'm sorry you didn't like the meats," she added, smoothly scooping up the tray. "I tried to be exotic, but maybe I overdid it just a little." Oh well, more capybara for me! she thought to Corbin as she turned and floated back into the kitchen. "I'll be back out with the nachos and the sociable snacks you suggested in a moment, Corbin!"

20 with Skill Mastery enough?

"There are no contingency plans on my end," said Steelgrave with a thin smile. "Like I said, there's nothing for me back in the Terminus but torture and death. Not really my idea of fun, but then it's not really a party place if you're not in charge," he added with a laugh. "As for my ship, well, you're welcome to try. All the security systems are disabled. I had to turn them off to steal the ship in the first place," he added with a thin smile. "I wouldn't touch the spare armor in there, though, because that one _does_ still have all its booby traps. Magnetic disruption is a bad way to go." He shot a look up at the sky and added, "As for people chasing me, well, that depends on you. Sooner you get me away from that wormhole spoor, the better..." Looking up at the sky, he did seem genuinely fearful, albeit quickly covered, of pursuit. "...and that's leaving out the other problem. The Terminus does have agents on your Earth. Or hadn't you heard about that?" he inquired innocently.

Lemme know what you need me to roll, TT!

"Holy cow! I've, uh, gotta go," said Sharl, extemporizing quickly. "It's too loud in here, and I bet I can't get a good signal! I'd better call the cops from the men's room." He turned and headed straight for said men's room, naturally finding it crowded with people on such a busy night. He didn't hesitate, walking straight into a stall and closing the door. Once there, a thought from the electronic teenager transformed Sharl Tulink into Citizen, the costumed hero of Tronik, as his jacket and shades erupted over his body and face, proud blue symbol blazing to life on his chest before he vanished into the ether, or in his case the wireless system around the club. He divided his efforts, trying to both watch through the club's security cameras even as he scanned for the source of the ominous broadcast.