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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."
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I'm going to make a GM post next.
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Citizen will fly over with his move action, and then repeat his Corrosion attack vs. Drone 4. 26 DC 20 Reflex save vs. a Rank 10 Tou drain; DC 25 Tou save then.
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It has no Sense Motive, it can't resist that check so it is flat-footed for Wander's next attack. The Aid action succeeds. Go ahead and post IC, Sorus.
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"I'm Sharl Tulink," said Citizen in surprise as he studied his dingy-looking double, whose greatcoat and peaked hat looked more sepia than anything else. He is me. He really is me, from another dimension. Wow!"I go by Citizen here. Cobalt Templar, Papercut, and Rift..." he added to the others, "I'm sorry, I don't know if those are your super-names, and you probably don't want to-" He fell silent as Warren turned to yell at his double, and studied the group with some suspicion as they talked, drifting back to rejoin his own team. Soldat flinched at his commanding officer's tone, biting his lip as he studied the damaged machine. He knew his place, and repressed one of many snarky remarks he'd have used on one of his own people who'd have talked to him that way. Even castaway in a different dimension, maybe even that dimension, he wasn't stupid. "It wasn't my fault, sir. It looks as though the stress of the dimensional passage overloaded the vacumn tubes. It'll have to be replaced, sir." He looked down at the door to the speakeasy, where distant growls and crashes should be heard. "What are your orders, sirs?"
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As shells erupted around him and bullets ricocheted off his armored body, for an agonized moment Harrier was back in his armor amid a pack of Omegadrones, falling on helpless soldiers and warriors with no superpowers to defend them; the would-be defenders of a planet so many rams to be slaughtered along with the other sheep. The urge to simply turn around and leave was strong, but now he couldn't, not with the knowledge of a helpless captive aboard that ship and the secret of Terminus technology they had to be carrying aboard. He could imagine Gina saying some fairly sharp-tongued things about his purpose, but for all that he knew he could not swerve: though he looked momentarily rattled by the eruption of gunfire and explosions all around him, those aboard the ship saw Harrier continue on!
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Rift: This is a primitive machine designed to transport people between dimensions, without the safety systems Rift associates with these sort of devices built in the modern era. In particular, it has no protection against intruders in the dimensional matrix! He can also tell that it's broken: the vacumn tubes that are an integral part of its construction have burned out.
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Reflex Save: 6 Ah, I'll keep it. Tou vs. 25: 17 That one I'll reroll. 26 with the HP, so he passes.