Avenger Assembled

"With these," said Sharl, relaxing a little at the news he wouldn't be going in there alone again, indicating the immersion suits on the wall. There were a half-dozen of the high-tech devices, black full body suits with sensory helmets over the head, the stretchy polymer fabric laced throughout with sensors and circuits like golden filaments through the shiny black of the suit itself. "Immersion suits. You put these on, you'll have full sensory immersion in Tronik. You can sit in these chairs," he added, indicating the circle of seats around the Tronik hard drive, "and it'll be like you're in the city, moving and interacting with everything normally. It can even scan your powers, so they'll come through into the system too," he added for the benefit of the others. He hmmed. "As for you, Ghost Girl, maybe if you try interfacing with the electronics, it'll pull you through? Miss A designed these, so they can handle anything...even people who usually mess with electronics."

Mark's Skill Mastery is equal to the 15, so I'll take that. He'll spend an HP to help the guy on his Recovery check, if it is possible to revive him.

Attack: 27 Grapple: 35

"Use the switch, the switch!" called Edge, gesturing to Cannonade and pointing to the big brass on/off switch on the ghost vacumn. To demonstrate, he hit the button himself and immediately the ghost-catching machine went into action, rumbling to life as a mighty suction began from its chrome-finished mouth, the air around the Color visibly rippling as it and all around it began to be pulled deeper and deeper into the maw of the whirring diesel-age ghost-hunting machine. "C'mon, you alien jerk!" Mark barked as the machine did its work. "Time to put you where you belong! In a paper bag!" Normally Mark didn't like the thought of yelling at someone because of where they were from, but the Color really did seem like a pretty bad guy, so it wasn't so unfair as all that.

"Her name is Rogue. She's a cyber-terrorist and criminal," replied Sharl, his voice tight. "She was behind that near-crash with Flight 404 over the summer, and a lot of other things. She's one of the machine intelligences who works for Talos, Miss A thinks she usually targets hackers who have gotten too close to the Foundry. The first time I met her, she was helping this gang of Eurotrash supervillains rob a pediatric hospital." He pulled his hand out of the computer and looked at Koshiro, then the others. "She's the only other citizen of Tronik who made it to the outside and survived. And now she's back in the system, and she let other people in there with her." "I've closed the door, but somebody has to go in there after them." Faced with this situation, Citizen didn't hesitate a moment. "Rogue has all the abilities I have. Which means in-system, she has all the powers I have. Tronik doesn't have other heroes; they barely have me half the time. I can't let her be alone in there, not for a second. There's no telling what she'd do, especially with a bunch of aliens in there. There are fifty million people in there who don't have anyone to save them." He thought of Leroj, but he could hardly ask the old man to fight his battles. He crossed the floor to a nearby sliding door, which opened at his command: Tronik's sanctum at least looked secure, the half-dozen immersion suits Miss A and the League had installed still here, the hard drive that held the city, complete with recent additions, humming along as neatly as ever. "I can't ask any of you to come with me," the electronic teen said, looking at the others in turn. "There are at least half a dozen programs in there with powers; I don't know who they are or what they'll be able to do. This isn't your world. I'd be putting you all in mortal danger if you came with me."

Let's put everyone at bruisedx1 and fatigued. Have an HP for the fiat. (Which you can spend to cancel the fatigued, if you like)

When he was sure Sage was gone and everyone else was busy, Citizen muttered to Papercut, "Listen, if you want to set those things on fire, be my guest! It looks like Ghost Girl's busy with whatever the that thing is," he said, waving a hand over at what had once been Collins before he flew over to engage those hideous trees in hand-to-hand combat. He didn't really think Koshiro would actually do it, probably, but it was satisfying to say when everything was so thoroughly messed-up. He threw his emitter down like planting a gauntlet as he flew, swooping by one of the trees and landing a magnetically powered punch with all his strength. "C'mon, let's do this!"

February 2012 The team helps some stranded travelers get home. But who?

February 2012 Shoreline Battered and bruised, the members of the Liberty League watched as the Yamato Kaiju collapsed to the beach in a shower of burning debris, the robotic titan originally constructed by the finest engineers of the Imperial Japanese Army, circa 1943, finally defeated by the combined efforts of Freedom City's legacy super-team. Once forty feet high, capable of breathing radioactive fire and shrugging off heavy weapons fire, now it was nothing more than one more shattered legacy of World War II that had crashed against the rocks of the next generation of Freedom's heroes. It was cold on the February beach, but the brilliant red and white flames rising from the burning skin of the fallen robot dinosaur kept the more fragile heroes like Edge warm as he studied the fallen wreck. Mark wasn't one for a lot of abstract thought, but even he was moved by the sight of the fallen behemoth. (Well, mostly because while his allies had all taken their lumps against it, no one had been seriously hurt.) The Yamato Kaiju had walked across the seafloor from Truk to Freedom City, most likely going around the Straits of Magellan to avoid the Panama Canal, had survived nearly seventy years only to emerge onto the land and be beaten by the Liberty League over three long and difficult hours. "Okay, team," called Edge, stepping back from the burning dinosaur and feeling the slight ache from a near-miss that had turned into a sunburn thanks to his brush with radioactivity. "Let's-" Suddenly, up in the sky some thirty feet overhead, reality collided with reality as two shining chrome spheres the size of a Greyhound bus erupted from the same space and moment and collided with and fused with each other simultaneously. The twisted double-mass of metal came hurtling downward and smashed into the surf, just too far away for the heroes to reach before impact, kicking up a sheet of spray and sand as they landed.

Sharl's going to go ahead and attack Dark Young #3. 25

What Ecal says is correct. Now do your thing!

Dragonfly walked into the middle of a private conversation, though only private from the only normal human in the room. Miss Americana's sidekick Citizen was floating in a corner of the room, studying a hovering hologram of a circular arrangement of black domes and grey Quonset huts against a white and grey field of ice and rocks. Citizen was in the middle of asking Miss Americana via wireless uplink, " At Dragonfly's arrival, Roosevelt nodded and said hopefully, "Yes, yes, she will do nicely! The armor looks very dramatic, and I am sure it can look more dramatic." Pen and paper in hand, he was already making a list of the intelligence contacts Miss Americana had asked him to cultivate. "And the armor will help with the weather...you will probably have to spend time away from the domes," he said thoughtfully.

You can just go ahead and post if you can't make the roll, folks.

I need a DC 10 Medicine check for Ms. Harcourt.

After a moment's tampering, his eyes wide, Sharl summoned up the recalcitrant images from the computer center's security systems. The images were clear and bright, the high technology in the room meaning that the security cameras were far higher-quality than similar footage would have been elsewhere. "She opened the system up..." he whispered to himself, "the security blocks are already coming up, but they're not designed to stop it if you're from inside the system itself! And then...oh God, she's in."

It'll still be in range. You can go ahead and act in your next post. Carpe diem here man. :P

Weaver and Fleur, You both notice that Rayford's computer is the only one with a webcam on its desk, specifically one with a glowing red lens that doesn't look like anything else in the office. The computers here aren't particularly sophisticated, none of them have any kind of additional appliances but this one. Weaver, since you had the highest score, when you pass your hand in front of the lens you distinctly feel heat. Supercape, You have bad Notice, but good super-senses; there's a significant source of electromagnetic radiation, especially radio signals, coming from Rayford's computer, and on closer inspection it turns out it's the 'webcam' on top.

Suddenly, a distant scream, followed by a loud crack tore through the peace of the Centurion's library and the dinosaur sanctuary both, an agonized cry that could only have come from their missing escort, Ms. Stephanie Harcourt. In the library, Sharl's eyes widened and he leapt to his feet so fast that the book of Latin poetry he'd been idly perusing fell right through his hand. "That's Ms. Harcourt...from the computer room! Follow me!" He turned and dived into the nearby wall, instantly merging with the familiar circuits of the Sanctum as he raced pell-mell for the big computer control center. Distracted as he was, he just remembered to leave a trail for Koshiro, first flickering lights inside the private quarters and then a red LED arrow in the walls of the more advanced parts of the Sanctum, guiding Koshiro towards Sharl's destination. Inside the dinosaur sanctuary, Dr. Mark Leeds was equally alarmed, though perhaps a trifle less inclined to panic. With a smooth adult authority, he said quickly, "Out this way, children," all trace of his stutter gone in the android's voice as he guided them out of the dinosaur exhibit and back into action. With Leeds' guidance and with the flashing lights and arrows left behind by Sharl on the monitors and walls as he went, it didn't take the heroes long at all to find the computer room and their missing teacher. The central computer hub of the Sanctum was normally a monument to architectural and scientific genius, with columns of Arctic-ice-cooled picocircuits rising high overhead in delicate Romanesque arches towards the central pillar, as thick around as a leg of the Sentry statue and rising a good four stories in the air. None of them had any eyes for that right now, though, not with Ms. Harcourt tumbled in a heap against the wall like a broken doll. Her pretty face was broken and battered, her nose broken and eyes swelling shut, lips bleeding and torn, while on her neck even on her dark skin deep bruises on one side of her neck showed where someone had tried to grab her. Her right arm, folded beneath her semi-conscious body, was broken very badly, an obvious compound fracture below the elbow showing where she'd taken the injury. An ashen-faced Sharl, who knew very little about first aid, was bent over the battered teacher as the others arrived, the sight of human blood having pulled him away from his momentary fears about the Sanctum's computer systems. "Someone needs to help her!" The moment someone took a step towards him, he moved to the computer terminal Ms. Harcourt had been working at, shoving his hand inside as he desperately hunted his way through the programming architecture for the last few minutes of time recorded on the internal security cameras.

Citizen's Edits Regular Form: 1 more Luck 1 more AP on Tronik array Communication 6 (20 miles, radio) (Extras: Area, Selective) (PFs: Rapid 5 (100k, Subtle) [24/24] Tronik Form: Added Regeneration 1 (Resurrection 1/week) [1 pp] Added Heat Vision PF to Enhanced Strength [1 pp] (This is actually a Super-Strength PF, but I found it looked cleaner to put it on Enhanced STR) [floatr][img=http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/wiki/images/5/55/CitizenHF.png][/floatr] [b][u]Power Level[/u][/b] 13 (194/194 pp) [b][u]Trade-Offs[/u][/b]: +4 ATK/-4 DMG unarmed, +2 ATK/-2 DMG Tronik; +4 DEF/-4 TOU [b][u]Unspent PP[/u][/b]: 0 [b]Progress to Impervium[/b]: 44/150pp (Platinum status earned with [url=http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=5736]Edge[/url]) [b][u]In Brief[/u][/b]: Electronic Intelligence Turned Hero [b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Citizen [b][u]Alternate ID:[/u][/b] Sharl Tulink [b][u]Identity:[/u][/b] Secret [b][u]Place of Birth:[/u][/b] 30th District Hospital, Eighth Level. Tronik. (Just kidding, actually it was on a circuit in a briefcase-sized computer in the Centurion's Sanctum. Daedalus had a coffee cup on the spot at the time) [b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b] Teenager [b][i]Affliations:[/i][/b] Tronik, Knowledge, Heroism [b][i]Family:[/i][/b] Aba Tulink (mother) [45], Bel Tulink (father) [50], older sister Sieva [24] [img=http://www.thinkgeek.com/images/products/additional/large/wrapping_paper-binary.jpg] [u][b]Age[/b][/u]: 16 Earth years (all ages are given in Earth years) [b][u]Apparant Age[/u][/b]: 16, depending on his phase state [b][u]Height[/u][/b]: Subjectively six feet, objectively 0 [b][u]Weight[/u][/b]: Subjectively 170 lbs, objectively 0 [b][u]Eyes[/u][/b]: Green/null [b][u]Hair[/u][/b]: Brown/null [b][u]Physical Description[/u][/b]: Citizen, aka Sharl Tulink, is a gawky sixteen year old who hasn’t quite finished growing into his body. His short brown hair is a little greasy, his hands are a little too large, and his feet stumble more than they should. He’s also a ghost, or looks like one most of the time: when he’s not concentrating, he looks like an electronic phantom, his body overlaid with barely visible circuit patterns and overall tinted a faint shade of green. He vaguely resembles an 80s wireframe model of a human being with a ‘normal’ human shell cast thinly over it. [b][u]Power Description[/u][/b]: Citizen is an 'electronic' ghost, shocking bad guys with electrical punches, possessing machinery, and casting his consciousness through the Internet with incredible speed, either to propel himself around the world or just to watch people through every camera in the city. He's immune to physical attacks and energy attacks with the 'light' descriptor. [u][b]History:[/b][/u] The city of Tronik is on a large crescent-shaped island in the middle of a large sea on the planet Neo, their star Bantam a great red sphere permanently high in the sky. Bantam is a red dwarf, much smaller and cooler than Sol, and Neo thus orbits so close to its homestar as to be tidally locked. It’s not a particularly inviting place: the continent to the east is a nearly uninhabitable desert with only a few weather stations on the western shore, while if you fly far enough west you reach mountains of impassable ice that go on forever. Tronik Island itself is about the size of Greenland, but the vast bulk of the island itself is given over to factories, food processing plants, and nature preserves: the city itself has fifty million people crammed into an area of 150 square miles. High towers rise hundreds of stories into the air over the densely packed city, with only the high technology available at the city’s foundation making the city reasonably liveable. Still, it’s not a hugely pleasant place to live: corruption is high as the government tries to keep their population from overwhelming the limited ecological resources available, people go around in black leather and mirrorshades for protection against the cold and relatively dim star, while the desert and chill make it very tough to leave the island. Still, the inhabitants of Tronik were lucky, and all of them are aware of this fact. A few generations ago, a disaster threatened to overwhelm them on their old world: their sun threatened to go nova, producing a disaster that would have devastated their entire world. Their greatest scientists, working together with friendly alien civilizations, constructed a massive transporter device to carry them across the galaxy, city and all, depositing them on a new world just as their old star exploded in a powerful coronal eruption that blasted all the life from their planet. Now they’re working to rebuild their civilization, to tame this new world and send messages out across the galaxy to restablish relations with the Lor Republic. Times are hard, at least if you’re not part of the elite, but generally things are looking up: the average citizen of Tronik eats better than the average Freedom Citian of today, and the wealthiest have access to technology and resources far beyond that of 21st century Americans. (It’s all a lie, of course. The ‘friendly aliens’ that helped Old Tronik escape the destruction of their old world were actually Curator drones building a scanning device to take and store an entire city: Old Tronik was evaporated by a scanning process that destroyed it down to its last atom even as their star erupted. The Lor Republic hasn’t found them yet because they disappeared into the Curator’s archives roughly 2000 years ago; they stopped looking long, long ago, and anyway would have no way of finding them where they are: in an alien computer in the Centurion’s Sanctum, running in the program he built for them back in 1990. Tronik’s new world, Neo, is designed to be a basically habitable, friendly place that was easy to build and just distracting enough for the city’s people that they’d never look too closely at the details of this new world.) These are strange days in Tronik. There are rumors of alien visitors to the city, strange people with strange powers, and bizarre happenstances worked in the city by others. Madmen have appeared wielding great powers from some unknown source, claiming that the azure curtain awaits all and that reality is a lie, only to be defeated by the city’s militia and mysterious heroes from “another place”, while strange stories of people flying, walking through walls, and gazing at the madness “beyond the door” permeate Tronik’s ‘Net. Sharl Tulink’s interest in paranormal phenomena goes back to his early childhood, and only grew sharper as he reached his teen years, much to the despair of his indulgent parents. One day, not too long ago, the 16 year old (at least by Earth’s calendar) investigated reports of strange aliens sighted near his family home on the hundredth level of the Seamount tower. He found a door there, a door high in the sky with nothing on the other side. Now he could have gone home to his huge apartment where his parents lived: his father is a programmer and his mother a doctor, and the two of them love him dearly and spoil him, like any parents do with their younger child. But instead he did what adventurous young men have done for generations. He stepped through it. Into madness. The League patched the hole their trip to Tronik had left mere microseconds later, too slow to stop the giant data file that was the living, breathing, sentient soul of Sharl Tulink cast loose on the Internet, a citizen of Tronik plunged into a world of bizarre input and insane colors, lights, shapes, and sensations. He needs help, and quick! [b][u]Personality and Motivation[/u][/b]: Sharl is basically a good kid who's been thrown massively out of his depth by the world-shattering things he's walked into. It's not easy for a teenager to find out his whole world is a lie, for all that it wouldn't surprise most of them. He wants to have a normal life, but his definition of that is going to be up for some changes in the new future. Though he still clings to his desire to solve mysteries and make a better world for everyone else, he's also got a lot of existential problems to sort through...in more ways than one! [u][b]Powers and Tactics:[/b][/u] Citizen’s tactics are fairly straightforward: he flies up to people, punches them electronically, and subsequently zaps them with electricity. He stays on the move, flitting around with his low-level flying abilities and occasionally jumping around with his massive teleportation abilities to catch enemies really unawares. He doesn’t really enjoy fighting, but will press a combat as long as necessary to get the job done. [u][b]Complications[/b][/u]: [i]Existentialist[/i]: Aaah I’m a computer program aaah. [i]Friend[/i]: Citizen needs someone to help him figure out what’s going on and how he can get back home, at least for a little while yet. [i]Outsider[/i]: Citizen is from another place, one very different than ours [i]Paragon[/i]: Citizen is Tronik’s only superhero, or will be if he ever manages to sort out what just happened to him and figure out how to use his new knowledge for the better. [i]Curious[/i]: Hey, what's in this book? [u][b]Abilities[/b][/u]: 0 + 6 + -10 + 2 + 4 + 6 = 8PP STR 26/10 (+8/+0) DEX 16 (+3) CON --- INT 12 (+1) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 16 (+3) [u][b]Combat[/b][/u]: 16 + 16 = 32PP Init: +7 ATK: +8 ranged, +14 melee, +16 unarmed Grapple: +12 DEF: +16 (Base 8, Dodge Focus 8), +4 flat-footed Knockback: -4 [u][b]Saves[/b][/u]: 3 + 4 = 7PP TOU +8 (+8 Protection) FORT --- REF +6 (+3 Dex, +3) WILL +6 (+2 Wis, +4) [u][b]Skills[/b][/u]: 72r = 18PP Bluff 12 (+15) (skill mastery) Computers 14 (+15) (skill mastery) Knowledge (Pop Culture) 3 (+4) Knowledge (Technology) 9 (+10) Language 2 (English, Galstandard [native], Swedish) Notice 8 (+10) (skill mastery) Search 9 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) (skill mastery) Stealth 7 (+10) [u][b]Feats[/b][/u]: 32PP Attack Focus: Melee 6 Attack Specialization (Unarmed) Dodge Focus 8 Fearless Improved Initiative Luck 3 Online Research Power Attack Quick Change 2 Skill Mastery (Bluff, Computers, Notice, Sense Motive) Takedown Attack Taunt Uncanny Dodge (auditory) [u][b]Powers[/b][/u]: 1 + 3 + 40 + 16 + 2+ 8 + 7 + 30 = 107PP [b]Enhanced Feat 1[/b] (Well-Informed) [1PP] [b]Flight 1[/b] ('electro-static flight'; 10 MPH / 100 feet per Move action; [i]PF[/i]: Move-By Action) [3PP] [b]Immunity 40[/b] ('living computer program'; Fortitude Effects, Mental Effects) [40PP] [b]Insubstantial 3[/b] ('living computer program'; [i]Extra[/i]: Duration [default is Energy Form, Sustained Active effect to remain corporeal; [+0]; [i]PF[/i]: Innate[b])[/b] [16PP] [b]Morph 1 ([/b][i]Extra[/i]: Continuous; [i]Flaw[/i]: Limited [only in computers]; [i]PF:[/i] Metamorph [Flying Brick Sharl][b])[/b] [2PP] [b]Protection 8[/b] [8PP] [b]Regeneration 6[/b] (Recovery Bonus +0, Resurrection 1/week; [i]PF[/i]: Regrowth) [7PP] [b]Tronik Array 12[/b] (24PP; [i]PFs[/i]: Alternate Power x5) [24+6=30PP] [list][u]BE[/u]: [b]Enhanced Strength 16[/b] (to 26/+8; [i]Extra[/i]: Affects Corporeal for Str +8) [24/24PP] [u]AP[/u]: [b]Communication 6[/b] (20 miles, radio) ([i]Extras:[/i] Area, Selective) ([i]PFs:[/i] Rapid 5 (100k, Subtle) [24/24PP] [u]AP[/u]: [b]Corrosion 10[/b] ('EMP'; [i]Flaw[/i]: Limited 2 [Electronics]; [i]PFs[/i]: Improved Crit 2, Incurable, Precise) [19/24PP] [u]AP[/u]: [b]Datalink 9[/b] ('networking'; anywhere on Earth; [i]PFs[/i]: Rapid 8 [x100 million], Subtle) and [b]Dimensional Movement 2[/b] (any 'in a computer' dimension) [22/24PP] [u]AP[/u]: [b]ESP 9[/b] ('scanning'; anywhere on Earth, visual and auditory; [i]Flaw[/i]: Medium [Electronics]; [i]PFs[/i]: Rapid 5 [x100,000], Subtle) [24/24PP] [u]AP[/u]: [b]Possession 10[/b] ('electro-riding'; [i]Extras[/i]: Affects Only Objects, Alt. Save [Reflex]; [i]Flaw[/i]: Electronics Only; [i]PFs[/i]: Insidious, Subtle) [22/24PP] [u]AP[/u]: [b]Teleport 9[/b] ('transmission'; 900 ft/20,000 miles; [i]Extra:[/i] Accurate; [i]Flaw:[/i] Medium [Electronics][b])[/b] [18/24PP] [/list] [u][b]Drawbacks[/b][/u]: -6 pp Weakness (magnetic fields; Uncommon, Major [-1 all physical ability scores], per 1 minute, potentially lethal; -6PP) [b][u]DC Block[/u][/b] [code]ATTACK RANGE DC/SAVE EFFECT Punch Touch Tou DC 23 bruised/injured Possession Touch Check vs Ref Possessed Corrosion Touch Fort save vs 20/Tou DC 25 bruised/injured Totals: Abilities 8 + Combat 32 + Saves 7 + Skills 18/72 + Feats 32 + Powers 107 - Drawbacks 6 = 194/194PP White Rabbit Followed by Gizmo

Harrier's Edits: I bought him up to +12 Defense and +12 Attack, putting him as a slightly undercapped PL 13. I also bought up his Will save and upped his Terminus Awareness so he's aware of any use of Terminus powers nearby. [floatr][img=http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/wiki/images/e/e1/Omegadrone1.png][/floatr] [b][u]Power Level[/u]:[/b] 13 (193/193PP) [b][u]Trade-Offs[/u]:[/b] -1 Attack / +1 Damage, -1 Defense / +1 Toughness [b][u]Unspent PP[/u]:[/b] 0 [b]Progress to Impervium[/b]: 43/150pp (Platinum status earned with [url=http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=5736]Edge[/url]) [b][u]In Brief[/u]:[/b] Omegadrone turned Hero [b][u]Name[/u]:[/b] Harrier [b][u]Alternate Identities[/u]:[/b] Steven Murdock [b][u]Identity [/u]:[/b] Secret [b][u]Birthplace[/u]:[/b] Nihilor, the Terminus [b][u]Occupation[/u]:[/b] Busboy at Champions [b][u]Affiliations[/u]:[/b] (To be determined) [b][u]Family[/u]:[/b] Ben Murdock (Father, Deceased), Sally Franklin Murdock (Mother, Deceased) [img=http://www.superherodb.com/pictures/portraits/penance.jpg] [b][u]Age[/u]:[/b] 100 [b][u]Apparent Age[/u]:[/b] 30 [b][u]Gender[/u]:[/b] Male [b][u]Ethnicity[/u]:[/b] Terminus [b][u]Height[/u]:[/b] 6' [b][u]Weight[/u]:[/b] 600 lbs. [b][u]Eyes[/u]:[/b] Black [b][u]Hair[/u]:[/b] None [b][u]Description[/u]:[/b] Murdock is a brown-skinned man with no visible body hair, just like all combat drones. His face is generally non-descript, save for the small, hair-thin lines that run over most of his body. They look like tribal tattoos, and he will not correct anyone who makes that assumption. He speaks in a flat monotone occasionally leavened by a wistful regret. Harrier is a monster. Clad in black and red armor that bursts out from his back to cover his whole body, he is clearly recognizable as an Omegadrone, fully armed and ready for battle beneath his faceless armor. He prefers to let his fists, and his power pike, do the talking for him if forced into his armor. He flies with the help of the red and black jetpack that erupts from his back with his armor, spewing hellish gouts of flame as it propels him into the stratosphere. [b][u]Power Descriptions[/u]:[/b] Harrier is a wrecking machine, a goonsweeper capable of going toe-to-toe with some of the toughest customers in the World of Freedom. Unarmed, blasting or cutting with his pike, he's a powerful threat to almost anyone; a hard, cold blade designed to cut deeply and painfully. [b][u]History[/u]:[/b] Once, there was an Earth. It was defended by the greatest heroes of the world, champions of justice and right, avengers of evil: Earth's mightiest superheroes. And then that world died, [i]screaming[/i], as its heroes died and it was sucked into the Terminus. Sally and Ben, survivors of that world, were part of the personal retinue of Steelguard, once friends who became slaves of Shadivan Steelgrave. Steelgrave liked having some around who remembered the old world, and enjoyed reminiscing with them as they tried not to weep at the slayer of billions that their friend had become. He forced them to take anti-aging drugs so they would live as long as he did, and denied them the quick deaths they craved after watching the deaths of their families and the assimilation and corruption of all they loved. When he began to mutter about what a shame it was that there were no more children from their world, in their terror they conceived and gave birth to a son. In one last act of defiance, they named him Stephen, after the man who had once been their captor and tormentor's best friend, then his first victim as Omega corrupted him. Steelgrave was...amused, and gave them something of what they wanted. Stripping them of their immunity to aging, he hurled them into the pits of Nihilor, where the once-favored slaves learned to scrape and fight like the proles they now were. After all, they lacked the courage to die if it meant the death of their son. Stephen Murdock grew up in the pits, the great black castle of Shadivan Steelgrave overhead, with memories of a dead world loud in his ears. He learned to survive in the grim surroundings of Nihilor, the hearthworld of the Terminus, to run and hide from drones, to fight for food, to survive in a world of pure death. When his parents died, Stephen assembled a gang of likely toughs and began doing what he could to make himself master of the pits: not to overthrow the drones, but simply so that the people there could live without having their neigbor as their enemy. When he came to the attention of Steelgrave, as all such visionaries do, he pleaded for mercy, begging for help from the last survivor of their world of marvels. He got that help, oh yes. The process of assimilation into the armies of Omega is a horror best not described in these pages. Bones are removed and replaced with black, terrible Terminus metal, parts of the brain replaced with transceivers to receive the VOICE of Omega, and the body itself is infiltrated with a thousand different pieces of nano-technology. The subject is conscious to the end, naturally, so that when the torment and mutilation ends, he will cling to the VOICE in his head as the voice of his god. Steve Murdock died that day. He became a combat drone, a specially augmented unit designed to fight superhumans. And that was precisely what he did in a dozen different worlds. He was in at the death of mega-billions, a cold, merciless killing machine and agent of assimilation. A particularly powerful and skilled unit, he was traded from Annihilist to Annihilist, even starring in several battles in the arena. His armor was an experimental variety, designed to burst from under his skin when necessary, something which he used to great effect in combat again and again. Until one day, when it all changed. He was leading a squadron of Omegadrones through the Hundred Worlds when an alien starship decloaked just above them and opened fire. The big combat drone at the lead took the brunt of the damage, the tremendous magnetic charge scrambling his circuits...and severing his connection with the Terminus. Heavily damaged and outnumbered, he managed to fight off the lesser drones who attacked him when he was severed from the VOICE, their blasts giving him the drive to escape. And from there he fled, deep into the Void, screaming. It was through great good luck that he stumbled across a Furion raiding party, and even better luck that they didn't kill him out of hand. And when Freedom Bird disarmed him and beat him to his knees, the former drone looked up at the Furion and screamed "I die free!" And that was when Freedom Bird and the others wept, because if a drone could be freed, who knew what freedom could do? The Furions took him in and taught him, teaching him something of himself and of what it meant to be a free man, but he really had no place among those shining symbols of virtue. They knew him too well, and had fought too many drones, to ever fully trust him. Luckily, Freedom Bird knew people who could help, and the former Omegadrone (now calling himself Harrier, after Harriet Tubman), was delivered to the Freedom League, who (after _extensive_ tests), delivered him to the world, with a fake ID and fake name, the better for him to learn about freedom. What better place than Freedom City? [b][u]Personality & Motivation[/u]:[/b] Harrier is cold. It's not that he's unfeeling, by no means, but rather that the horrors of life as an Omegadrone have layered depths of memory and grief between himself and the rest of the world. He cares intently for the suffering of others, but shows this by action, not words. He speaks with a slow, deliberate monotone occasionally leavened by moments of wistful emotion. In his civilian ID, he keeps to himself, sometimes in a slightly creepy way. His small apartment has no decorations and sparse furniture. When he's not working, eating, or sleeping, he watches television, doing his best to absorb the reality of this world that's now his home. Otherwise he walks the streets, pike fastened subtly at his side, and tries to learn what he can about humanity. [b][u]Powers & Tactics[/u]:[/b] Harrier prefers not to use his armor if the situation calls for it, and against many foes he can actually get away with that. Generally he fights silently, his face composed in a flat mask, but when angered by a particularly vile enemy his face contorts into a mask of utterly infuriated rage. He'll usually attack the strongest-looking enemy first, hitting them as hard as he can, not retreating unless absolutely necessary. His staff lets him hurt almost any foe, whether with blasts of Terminus energy or strikes with a devastatingly fast, powerfully charged blade at the head. If forced into his armor he's a terror on the battlefield. He usually fights from the air, blasting away at lesser foes, before landing to begin a slow, methodical elimination of the enemy. He'll allow weaker enemies to shoot him a few times, the better to spread _fear, before landing to begin their punishment. If forced into his armor, he does not linger, and will leave as soon as possible (or at least change back) so as not to attract attention. [hr][/hr] [b][u]Complications[/u]:[/b] [b]Enemy:[/b] This is something separate than just people being scared of him. There are people, a lot of people, who'd see a free Omegadone as an opportunity for some free payback. [b]Immigrant:[/b] Harrier is still adjusting to local customs and society in Freedom City. [b]Job:[/b] Harrier is frightened of losing his job, as it's one of his connections to the world around him. [b]Monster:[/b] Harrier is an [i]Omegadrone[/i]. Cops will shoot at him on sight if he's in armor, civilians will run screaming or attack him if they're brave enough. [b]The World I Left Behind Me:[/b] The Terminus knows those who escape, and has terrible plans for them. [b][u]Abilities[/u]:[/b] 8 + 6 + 8 + 0 + 4 + 4 = 30PP Strength: 32/26 (+11/+8) (18, +8 Innate Density), 37/31 Carry Capacity Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 32/18 (+11/+4) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+2) [b][u]Combat[/u]:[/b] 20 + 20 = 40PP Initiative: +7 Attack: +10 Base, +12 Melee, +12 Pike Blast Grapple: +21 Defense: +12 (+10 Base, +2 Dodge Focus), +4 Flat-Footed Knockback: -11/-4 [b][u]Saving Throws[/u]:[/b] 0 + 2 + 4 = 7PP Toughness: +13/+6 (+11/+4 Con, +2 Protection) (Impervious 9/2) Fortitude: +11/+4 (+11/+4 Con, +0) Reflex: +5 (+3 Dex, +2) Will: +7 (+2 Wis, +5) [b][u]Skills[/u]:[/b] 48R = 12PP Disguise 0 (+1; +51 / Morph) Knowledge (Physical Sciences) 4 (+4) Knowledge (Technology) 4 (+4) Intimidate 15 (+17) Notice 8 (+10) Search 5 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Survival 4 (+6) Swim - [b][u]Feats[/u]:[/b] 15PP All-Out Attack Attack Focus (Melee) 2 Dodge Focus 2 Improved Initiative Luck 2 Move-By Action Power Attack Quick Draw Second Chance (save vs. fear) Startle Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (Radio) [b][u]Powers[/u]:[/b] 14 + 4 + 20 + 14 + 6 + 25 + 8 = 91PP [b]Density 4 ([/b]x3 Mass, [i]Extras:[/i] Duration [Continuous], [i]Flaws:[/i] Permanent, [i]Feats:[/i] Innate, Subtle[b])[/b] (Cybernetic, Technological) [14PP] [list][b]Immovable 1[/b] [0PP] [b]Protection 2 ([/b][i]Extras:[/i] Impervious[b])[/b] [0PP] [b]Strength 8[/b] [0PP] [b]Super-Strength 1 ([/b]Heavy Load: 1.5 tons[b])[/b] [0PP][/list] [b]Device 1[/b] (Holographic Disguise Unit; 5PP; Hard to Lose) [4 pp] [device][b]Morph 10[/b] (One form ['Caradoc'], +50 Disguise; [i]Flaw[/i]: Limited to Normal Vision Only)[/device] [b]Device 6 ([/b]Power Pike; 30PP, [i]Flaws:[/i] Easy-To-Lose 2, [i]Feats:[/i] Restricted [OmegaDrones], Subtle [Collapsible][b])[/b] [20PP] [device][b]Blast 12 ([/b][i]Feats:[/i] Accurate, Alternate Power[b])[/b] (Cosmic, Technological) [26PP] [list][b][u]Alternate Power[/u]: Strike 2 ([/b][i]Feats:[/i] Extended Reach [10ft], Improved Critical 2, Incurable, Mighty, Precise, Variable Descriptor 2 [Any Technological], [i]Extras:[/i] Autofire [12], Penetrating [2][b])[/b] (Technological) [2426PP][/list] [b]Concealment 2 ([/b]Normal Vision, [i]Flaws:[/i] Passive[b])[/b] (Technological) [2PP] [b]Super-Senses 2 ([/b]Detect Weakness [Radio], [i]Extras:[/i] Analytical[b])[/b] (Technological) [2PP][/device] [b]Enhanced Constitution 14[/b] (Cybernetic, Technological) [14PP] [b]Enhanced Strength 6[/b] (Cybernetic, Technological) [6PP] [b]Omega Armor 5 ([/b]25PP Container, Free Action, Sustained Duration[b])[/b] (Cybernetic, Technological) [25PP] [list][b]Flight 3 ([/b]50MPH, 500ft per Move Action[b])[/b] [6PP] [b]Immunity 9 ([/b]Life Support[b])[/b] [9PP] [b]Impervious Toughness 7[/b] [7PP] [b]Super-Senses 3 ([/b]Darkvision, Radio[b])[/b] [3PP][/list] [b]Super-Senses 8[/b] (Terminus Awareness 2 [Mental], [i]Extras[/i]: Acute, Analytical, Extended 2 [1000ft Notice Increments], Ranged) [8PP])[/b] [8pp] [b][u]DC Block[/u]:[/b] [code]ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Melee DC26 Toughness Damage Pike Strike Melee DC28 Toughness Damage Pike Blast Ranged DC27 Toughness Damage Abilities (28) + Combat (40) + Saving Throws (7) + Skills (12) + Feats (15) + Powers (91) = 193/193 Power Points There's Something About Harrier'd by Gizmo

"Oh, geez!" called Edge, roused out of his funk and exhaustion by the sheer surprise of the glowing-eyed drifter. Maybe this wasn't what he'd signed up for, but no one could ever say that Mark Lucas wasn't ready in a pinch. "Look, we've dealt with hideous abominations from the depths of space before," he called reassuringly to his team, "this isn't going to be any different. We've just got to try and get that thing out of that man before he does any more damage! Sir," he added, calling to the host of the Color Out of Space, "We're going to get you some help as fast as possible! Midnight, try and scare the thing out of his body, maybe that'll give him a chance to take control." For a moment, he sorely missed Sage. "Wander and Cannonade, try and keep the monster from running away with that guy's body!"

Edge Inspires his allies, giving them +5 to the various Inspire-aided checks for the remainder of the round. (-1 HP)

Sounds like a Selective Targeted Area Damage, costing 3 pp/rank. So you can hit 10 (with 31 pp) or add a flaw like Action [Full] or Distracting to take the overall cost down.

"I am a citizen of the Revolution of New Freedom," answered Roosevelt, giving Miss Americana a level look. "I have violated the agreements I signed to come to this country as well as betrayed classified information. This crisis was grave enough for me to risk not only my own death, but the imprisonment of my son in order to force me to return to my homeland." Nervously, he folded his hands on his lap. He took a deep breath. "I do not know if they have changed their names, or if my country is their first target. I plead with you...let this be their last one."

He's scared, and not a little desperate. He feels better having talked to Miss Americana, but he's worried it might not have saved the day.