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  1. Defensive Roll should be a PF of Shield, not an extra. (After all, its a feat!) It's a good idea to put the two together, though. Something I'm not clear on: with the access to high-tech he has, why doesn't he just give himself a new eye? (This isn't saying you can't do that; look at Oracle, Echo, or other disabled comics characters; just that there ought to be a reason!)
  2. Harrier is going to go ahead and use the sensors built into his pike to scan the robot for weaknesses: Detect Weakness check: 22 To save time, he'll set his staff tip to whatever the pike detects (or to just a generic energy attack if nothing works) and close into melee: he'll then drive it into the robot's face. It's been a pretty deadly SOB, so he'll all-out power-attack. 24 Not bad. Assuming that hits, it's a DC 33 (DC 28+5) + any autofire Tou save. (Incidentally, Harrier has Autofire on his big, bulky staff because it has a vibrating, mobile tip like a dentist's drill or buzz saw)
  3. As the others talked, Harrier's mind drifted back to the terrible scene in the submarine that had passed by several days earlier. He'd heard other heroes talk about how the Deep Ones were innately corrupt and wicked, how their destruction had been a blessing for all concerned. Otherwise good, respectable people had talked with delight about the number of corrupted Atlantean lives they had taken. Am I a hypocrite, to pull away from those memories? He had certainly not hesitated to kill when forced to do so in that submarine, in confined spaces and against enemies who were even then murdering innocents. And he was hardly one to shy away from blood on his hands. Not with the memories in his mind. But I had hoped to never take life again. Finding Archeville repentent, even regretful, had left him with no one to blame but himself for the carnage in his mind.
  4. Harrier has a +5 Reflex save (12:33:39) System: AvengerAssembled rolls 1d20 and gets 17. =22 so he saves for half Reducing the Area effect by half means Harrier's Impervious stops it, right? But he still needs the Fort save. 29 So he's fine Init: 17
  5. "...no," said the little girl, shooting frightened glances at her burnt rescuer and back at the adults as she drank the cool water. She was mostly unburnt, with just a few red patches here and there, but her hair had been scorched by the fire. "I mean, uh, I don't know." She licked her lips nervously. "My...my mommy is waiting for us back at the shelter. I just came here to get some bandages for our first aid kit because it was all out..." She shifted from foot to foot, obviously frightened, and obviously concealing something from the adults looking at her. She took a step back against the wall erected by Gaian Knight, her eyes very wide. "Can't we just go back?" For his part, the angel was looking from the girl to the Grue who'd rescued her, and back again. ...oh, my sweet Lord. He seriously considered not saying a word, but couldn't keep a secret like this from his fellow heroes. Instead, he simply chose to speak and let them draw what conclusions they drew from it. "Let us take these two to their home, and keep their secret as our own until we can make sure there are no secret threats here."
  6. Blitzen dropped like a rock as Sage's psi-knife overloaded his brain, sending the giant tumbling to Earth as if he were a tree whose limbs had been cut. He seemed to shrink as he fell, landing at Eve's feet as a muscular but definitely normal-sized man who was twitching and drooling from the sheer power of her mental assault. Over the other way, Firehawk was taking a beating of his own, Wraith's giant hammer bouncing him off the pavement and back into the air before he managed to fly away from the rampaging alien with the giant metal hammer! He staggered and spat curses in French and Spanish, taking a royal beating at the hands of the alien girl. "Agh! Protector, are you all right!?" But Protector wasn't answering, that suit was still hovering silently in mid-air, its eyes glowing with Sharl's borrowed energy.
  7. OOC for the thread vs. Dr. Sin (or IS it?) and the Erde hooligans
  8. Freedom Angel was as surprised as the others when Protectron flew away, but he was quick on his feet, as most men who cold fly were. "Perhaps his robotic senses detected something amiss," replied Freedom Angel, beating his wings as he took to the air. "He hasn't gone far, just behind the building!" Once in the air, Heyzel made a beeline after Protectron, focusing in on the robot's targets within moments. "Hold, sinners!" he called from the air, flaming sword pointed at the gunmen below. "You carry no weapons forged by honest men! What have you done in this place?"
  9. Murdock folded his arms and stood in the rear of the room, staying behind Miss Americana and letting her do the talking. He knew nothing of matters of finance, and trusted his brilliant, beautiful friend would handle that situation to the best of her considerable abilities. He was here to get the measure of the man who had been the architect of so much misfortune for Freedom City, one way or another; though he'd used all his tiny pull (it helped that the very knowledgeable Miss Americana trusted him enough to talk to him) to learn all he could about what had happened, there was no way to understand it without getting a good feel for the Doktor himself. And it was a way to stop thinking about the smell of fishblood in the air.
  10. Harrier is going to 'cover' the door, ready to blast the first enemy who bursts out. Frustrating close to a crit, but 31 That's an All-Out Attack, so his Defense is at 13. His Blast will do DC 27 Damage.
  11. "Listen. Whatever comes through that door, we can defeat it if we work together," said the 'knight' as he lasered in on the stomping footsteps that were coming at both himself and Protectron. "If we have drawn the enemy out, we can face him here. If he had sent his minions after us, we can destroy them." 'Caradoc' dropped to his knees and took careful aim, pointing his sword at the door around chest height for an oncoming humanoid. "Engage in melee only after I have fired. Wait for it..." He charged up his weapon, the power pike hidden beneath the sword beginning a whine of repressed energy as it held back the entropic blast within. "Wait for it..."
  12. The Grue opened his eyes and looked around, drawing in a gasp that turned into a hiss of pain: he didn't seem to be trying to shapeshift, rather he seemed to be in so much pain he could hardly move. With that in mind, enemy alien though this was and as exhausting as the effort would be, the angel of Freedom bent to heal his burns. Casting his eyes wildly about, the Grue finally focused on those who'd been speaking to him. In a slow, painful hiss, he whispered, "Understand...owe you my life...but will not speak. Do with me what you will." Even when his burns had healed, at least enough that he was no longer actually suffering, the Grue didn't move, just look up at his captors with suspicious, frightened eyes. "Your name is Amanda Smith," said Heyzel, looking at the little girl who the Grue had been so badly hurt saving. As sympathetically as he could, which was very sympathetic indeed, he stooped to as of her"I recognize your face from the League's manifests. Where are your parents?" Even as reassuring as the angel was, the little girl shook her head, hugging her arms to her chest, and looked away.
  13. "Hmm," hissed Hiroshima Shadow, the embodiment of nuclear destruction eerily calm and collected in the face of Kimber's defiance. It wasn't as if it was ignoring what she had to say, rather, it seemed to be giving Kimber's words serious consideration. "I understand now. You're very young, and you know very little about the world. Allow me to instruct you in the FRAGILITY OF LIFE!" And with that, the radioactive creature of rage and revenge put its hands together and hurled a ball of scorching green light at Cobalt Templar, a ray of destruction that seemed to chew right through his armor and scorch the body within! With that done, the Shadow laughed and dived into the floor beneath its feet. "Catch me if you can, children! Give me a story to tell over your irradiated bones!" Behind Wraith, suddenly the darkness coalesced into a muscular, bearded man in a black costume, shadows curling from his wrists and up and around his arms: this, and no less, was Blackstar, greatest of the Star Knights and now the sworn enemy of the cosmos. "I'm sorry, Kinigosi," he said, almost apologetically, "but you gave me no choice!" Suddenly, the shadows over Wraith's head resolved into a solid shape, a sphere coming down to catch her beneath the same shadowy globe that had entangled the entire building! - "Papercut?" The mechanical voice sounded like it was coming from an old-fashioned speaker system, but was eerily familiar all the same. Suddenly, the door swung open, and the giant suit of armor loomed down at the Detroit teen before it said, "It's me! It's Citizen, in here! I jumped in here before something, I think it was a lightning bolt, fried every circuit in the building? Where is everyone and what's going on?"
  14. Hiroshima Shadow Standard Action: The first shot missed: 21 The fiated one didn't. Give me an DC 26 Fort save, CT, with the potential loss of 11 Con. (I'm handwaving Hiroshima Shadow's cruddy sheet and actually giving him Drain Con at his PL cap) Move Action: The Shadow will drop through the floor and out of sight, using his Infravision and X-Ray vision to watch through the floor. Blackstar: Blackstar will step out of the darkness and drop a sphere on Wraith. (He doesn't have to worry about hitting HS because he's under the floor) DC 22 Reflex save vs. a Rank 12 Area Attack (potential DC 27 Tou save) to avoid getting an object dropped on you. Have an HP for the Sneak Attack, everybody. Roll for Initiative.
  15. You can't have skill mastery on Concentration. At PL 4, he can't have more than 9 skills ranks in any skill. His Handle Animal modifier is off.
  16. Suddenly, Willow was gone. There was no flash of light, no clap of thunder. The dryad had simply disappeared off the face of the Earth entirely. "Hey, where'd she go?" came the exclamations from the people she'd been talking to just seconds earlier. None of the civilians were that concerned at first, after all, a superhero who could turn invisible or teleport wasn't that strange. But those who knew Willow knew that wherever she'd gone, she had in no wise gone there of her own free will. -- Interplanetary space Between Mars and Earth Willow appeared in the twinkling of an eye before the Gorgon, a face she recognized from all the pictures she'd seen on the news and the briefings given the Interceptors. She was in the middle of space unarmored, but floated as warmly as she might have had she ever been an unborn babe in a womb. There was an impossible moment of stillness and quiet before that monumental face, those eyes like oceans looking down at Willow, those serpents whipping and biting in a great corona around her. She was a tiny thing, an insigificant speck, before the power and glory of the planet-sized machine. And then, as she floated there, memories began to unlock, ancient programming and education unfolding like a flower touched by the sun for the first time. Memories of the Gorgon; the mighty engine, the all-conquering machine and last resort of her makers, the last great work of the beings who had birthed her. She was their heir, their greatest child: mother and older sister all at once to little Willow herself. "DAUGHTER OF THE PRESERVERS," spake the Gorgon into Willow's very soul in a voice like a stern, loving parent. Those great and terrible eyes were full of love and hope, as well as a mighty promise of awesome power. "SO FEW REMEMBER OUR OLD WAYS. YOU ARE THE GREATEST OF THOSE THAT YET REMAIN. MY CHAMPION HAS FAILED US. WILL YOU TAKE UP OUR ANCIENT TASK AND RECLAIM YOUR WORLD FROM ENTROPY AND DECAY?"
  17. Doctor Archeville had never worked with the former Omegadrone, but of course as a League member he'd been briefed on Harrier and what he was doing in Freedom City. The scarred man didn't speak, instead letting Miss Americana do all the talking, but he scanned the room with his eyes and ears, keeping an eye out for condition in the clinic even as he focused in on Viktor Archeville. The architect of so much misfortune looked all too human, a feeling Murdock understood far too well. Perhaps combining his visit with Miss Americana's had been a mistake, but it wasn't easy to get in to see the German doctor. As they talked, he absently checked the buttons on his shirtsleeves, rolling them back slightly from his big, thick-fingered hands.
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