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All right, this is a straight-up plot device (since this should be coming up on the last round of combat): Take an HP for the Fiat, Wander! That hits Wander, thanks to her declared Interpose. Go ahead and give me a DC 20 Fortitude save, Electra.
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"Not...not finished yet..." said Nightmare Doom, bloody but unbowed as she pulled herself to her feet amid the unconscious bodies of her friends and allies. "Chaos has only begun to fight." She laughed, a terrible laugh as clouds of black and red energy began swarming around her hands like angry bees, a poisonous, killing magic that was disgusting even to look at. "The unspeakable power of my old master will stop you dead, Cobalt Templar." She fired the deadly blast at the all-too-vulnerable Corbin. "DIE FOR OMEGA! AND DIE FOR THE ONE WHOSE NAME YOU MAY NOT SPEAK!"
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Another flier went for Victory, fast, coming out of the sun as his fist smashed into Victory's armored torso faster than most men's eyes could even have processed. "Dirty cybernetic freak!" he spat at the patriotic cyborg. "You're nothing but an abomination of steel and flesh! We'll take the skies from you, just like the Maker will take all the world from your technological horrorshow!" He didn't seem concerned at the fate of his comrade, but the other flier who'd attacked Victory was: he 'turned on a dime' in the middle of the sky and zoomed out across the Atlantic faster than a man could blink. Down below, disguised as the armored knight Caradoc, Harrier surveyed the scene: the three fliers had pushed over a radar tower onto a nearby hanger, injuries luckily were minor as the unmanned tower had hit the nearly empty hangar. Without a word save introduction, he joined in digging through the rubble to look for any further casualties, the sailors on the scene taking the arrival of another hero as a good sign.
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Flier C makes a go for Victory 25 DC 25 Tou save there, buddy. Meanwhile, Harrier spends a round helping with rescues, and earns an HP in the process! Meanwhile, Flier A retreats at Flight 12! Have an HP yourself, JP
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There's no way he can make that check, so yeah, he is tricked! He'll actually do the tripping on his action, since he can't move when it's not his turn. Go ahead and post IC, Roo.
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Harrier came quietly, not bothering to correct the staff sergeant about questions of age. He kept his eyes open as they went, trying to suss out the technological sophistication of the aircraft carrier and compare it to what he knew of Earth-Prime technology. He'd have to retrieve his pike from them before he left; it wouldn't work for anyone without his implanted circuitry, but he could easily imagine ways they might have obtained that. From a destroyed drone, no doubt. Somehow that thought was...depressing, for all that he favored the destruction of drones in any way possible, and protection against the Terminus, but so far these people were going about it all the wrong way.
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That drops the Madrigal; leaving the giant monster as the only enemy still visible on the field. Changeling is up. You may post now, Aoiroo.
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Miss A's skill mastery gives her that; rolls in Knowledge (Technology) and Computers will give her more specific information. EDIT: On further reflection, and after some suasion:
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Heh, Harrier's armor is internal; he retracted it back inside himself. Pike's on the deck, though!
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Inside the robot, Miss Americana could immediately tell this was no 1970s holdover. This was a modern gynoid, only a few generations behind the Miss Americana unit itself, and of a somewhat rougher design in its interior. The fire reservoir appeared to work off an internal plasma generator rather than anything biological, though it wouldn't be safe to probe into that particular system without the use of her laboratory. The interior design really was brilliant; the off-the-shelf chips and motherboards a testimony to what looked to have been a very low starting budget. It wasn't hard to find the control systems, either; there was something familiar about the long-range infraradio capture systems built in the spine and head. Whoever had been operating this had powers very much like her own, though it didn't look like they'd directly mimicked her technology. "Looks like everybody made it out okay," said Citizen, looking around and cocking his head as he listened to the police radio. "The police and fire department are checking for injuries outside, but it sounds like they're letting the heroes handle it," which was about right for Freedom City. "If she's a fire controller...we should use the infrared sensors for tracking?" he asked Miss A, so focused on the detective work he didn't focus on the technology Miss A was working on in the robot. "She was almost glowing when she landed, there's got to be a trail up there..." "Sweet Jesus, that was her," said Grayson, eyes wide as he remembered back over twenty-five years, evidently putting two and two together. "Man, I remember that fire. Some of the boys were sure a cape had done it, but nobody wanted to name names." Lincoln had had its share of wrongdoers back then, Mauler included, but there had always been a certain neighborhood solidarity: they were all from the same place, when you got right down to it. "...spit, she was mad as hell last time I saw her, but that was a long time ago. She showed up at the old place, looking for where the Eye-talians were holed up. And I told her! Not much my knives could do when she was that fired up!" Outside in the air, Glow could just make out a smoke trail leading off towards the north across the river, heading back towards Freedom City proper, though she'd have to get a lot closer to follow it more precisely...
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I did! 25 She once again fails the Notice check. Tou vs. 32: 16 Hah-hah, that knocks her out! Roll with it, Giz!
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Citizen and Soldat stared at each other, the two machine intelligence communicating at tremendous speed even as the humans around them postured at each other. With both of them free for the moment of the emulator program that limited them to human speech and human concepts, they were able to exchange data with incredible speed: it reminded Sharl of his conversations with Miss Americana and Gina, but somehow even more intimate since he was sharing the data, no, sharing thoughts with someone else. Was this what it was like to be Sage? Soldat broke off from the link, his face white, and said, "Uh, sirs, respectfully sirs, I offer a piece of advice in the most humble of spirits, I think we should help the locals with their problems. They know the technological nature of the area; they can help us repair our device after we've helped them catch that dimensional creature, if that is what you choose to do; sirs."
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Correct, Giz, she did make her recovery check.
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Harrier gets ready to spend an HP on his Toughness save :P
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Harrier hesitated for a moment, thinking about his place on Earth-Prime and his duty to help others, before he made a momentous decision. At a mental command, his armor retreated back into itself with a wetly organic chunk-chunk-chunk, flesh folding out over Terminus steel and metallic parts vanishing before the body of a man. In scarred flesh and the underclothing he'd worn beneath his armor, he met the gaze of the men all around him, their eyes wide as they saw what was for them a new sight: a living Omegadrone outside of his armor, meeting them with a man's expression, not the dull gaze of a trapped animal or mindless insect. "I will not resist your attacks," he called, his own voice sounding almost like a croak against the sea air, his hands raised high still. His internal armor would still protect him against concerted attack, but he was far, far more vulnerable to the Marines with his flesh so exposed. "I come in peace. But I cannot allow innocents to suffer, even in the name of protecting others." He raised his voice, speaking to the admiral as much as the others. "The suffering of others is no armor, Admiral. That is the lesson of the Terminus."
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"I am an Omegadrone," said Harrier frankly, not wanting to bandy words with this or any other man. "And I am here for your salvation, and the salvation of all aboard your vessel. Someone has planted a Terminus device aboard your ship, one that calls upon tremendous quantities of entropic radiation, and may well be holding an innocent human being hostage. Tampering with the power of the Terminus is dangerous for you, your vessel, all aboard her, and indeed all your civilization and your very world. Time is short and matters here are very grave indeed. I implore you, in the name of the man whose proud name this ship bears, one I am not worthy to speak, take me to your leader."
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Tou vs. 37: 24 Ouch; dazed again and staggered. Eh, I'll take that, since Changeling and Wraith are the only two PCs still fighting it: I don't mind it being at a disadvantage FTM, though I will make sure it actually stays in the fight! Midnight is up.
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He passes the first time: 29 Another high roll, but he is dazed thanks to the crit! 29
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Harrier landed on the deck of the carrier with a boom like a struck gong, his massive weight and the force of his impact making him hit like a dud tank shell. He bent his knees and caught himself with one hand, rising to his feet as shells ricocheted off his armored frame from the terrified soldiers on the deck. With his pike safely stowed, bullets repeatedly slamming into his armored chest and finding no purchase there, Harrier raised his hands and tried to shout over the noise of the gunfire. "MY NAME IS HARRIER!" he called, his tinny voice echoing from inside the Omegadrone armor. "I AM A SUPERHERO! I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOUR COMMANDING-" He staggered as a particularly large-caliber round hit him in the knee, then found purchase again. "I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER! AND YOU SHOULD BE CAREFUL OF RICHOCHETS!" he added in a firm chastisement.
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Across the way, Citizen didn't stop to bandy words with the robot Miss Americana had blasted. He flew up close and shoved his hand through the robot's central processor, frying its circuits in a shower of sparks as he shoved it away from himself and the few civilians still there. When an electrical blast scorched through his body without leaving so much as a scratch behind, Sharl rounded on the robot who'd shot him with an annoyed expression. "C'mon," he taunted the robot. "Don't you have anyone minding you when you go outside? I don't have a body for you to shoot! What were you thinking? You're nothing but antiquated old parts and stupid internal directives!"
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Am I good to have Harrier land this round, SC, or should he be taking more punishment in the air first?
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Out of action, I'm just going to say Citizen's fire aura is up until Corbin talks with him.
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"Man, am I glad to see you! Here, take him! He can't burn while he's knocked out." said Sharl urgently, all but tossing the unconscious supervillain into the plane with Kimber. He was really glad to see Kimber, and not just because it was nice to see someone more cheerful than he and Fathom had been over the last few minutes. Seeing her fly up in what looked like one of Koshiro's paper planes burnt to a crisp was disconcerting, but not even the weirdest thing that had happened in the last hour or so. "I can't control the ring without Corbin and I'm liable to-" The ring fell, spinning helplessly through space and down towards the hole in the building, before by sheer force of will Sharl pushed himself back out into the world again. "Reticulating...yeah!" He pumped his fist, his body sizzling with blue fire hot enough that he didn't dare touch anything as he drifted inside. "Kimber's got Fathom, he's out cold. But we've got a problem. He dropped the Bauble."
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After some consideration with the issues we've had with this thread, Aoiroo, I think the fairest thing is to give you your PC to play on the same footing as everyone else, but to put your NPC off the table for a little while. Changeling is not blind (thus there's no need for a complication HP), and Custos is fatigued thanks to the extra effort he used to stunt Restorative Healing. Wander is up.
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With his friend blinded by the hellish eldritch energies pouring off the hideous pseudonatural monster from beyond the depths of space and time, Custos swooped downward and made a landing on the sand out of the twisted parody of Gigantosaur's reach for the moment, putting Etain far out of harm's way. Removing Etain from his back and depositing her on the sand, he put his massive paws on her shoulders and roared, not out of fear, but in protection, and as he did so Changeling's vision returned like fog melting away and she found herself looking into the familiar face of her guardian gargoyle. "Portal's closed; energy's gone. Creature can't hurt you...except if it steps on you." Exhausted by the effort of curing Changeling's supernatural blindness, Custos butted her affectionately with his massive stone head. "Go fight with your friends. I'll be fine."