Avenger Assembled

All of the new arrivals at the Lucas house were familiar with where Mark lived, so it was an easy matter to simply disappear from sight at school and reappear on the sidewalk in front of the two-story suburban house house. The usually immaculately green Lucas lawn was covered in broken debris instantly recognizable as the shattered remains of Omegadrones, with one particular armored figure visible in particular: Shadivan Steelgrave, the right hand of Omega, lay in a giant, broken suit of armor just before Mark. Mark was standing on the lawn, right over the fallen villain, looking slightly shell-shocked, a big crater in the lawn behind him. Just behind him stood his folks, his mother and father both visibly armed with surplus high-tech weapons Rick Lucas had acquired over his years with the Freedom League, a look of profound relief mixed with shock on their faces. At the sight of his friends, he turned and waved, a big smile on his face. "Hey guys! Sorry for all the alarms! You'll never believe what just-" KABLAM! At that instant, Steelgrave's armor exploded in a sudden starburst of black, twisted Terminus energy. The blast shattered the windows in the Lucas house, knocked Mark's parents staggering, and set the lawn on fire. Standing between the booby-trapped armor and his friends, Mark's fragile, unprotected body absorbed the blast for them, leaving them entirely unhurt despite their proximity. As for Mark? Slowly he looked down, great surprise on his face, at the foot-long sliver of Terminus metal that had impaled him through the back and out through the center of the chest, covered in his lifesblood, before going limp and collapsing on the lawn. His mother's voice rent the air in a horrified scream of pure agony. "MARK!"

Fulcrum, consider taking an HP and let things continue for a while? So Wander and Dead Head can actually have their fight? :D

When Anderson glanced at Jack, Jack shook his head. "No," he murmured, leaning close to murmur in his subordinate's ear. "Watch her. If she goes that fast for undead, we need to know everything we can about her. Dead Head's not a fool. If he needs help, he'll ask for it. And even so...he can handle a lot of things." He hmmed, watching the battle go on. "She goes for the head, so she's experienced. Fast, too. Anger suggests she has a hair trigger. Might be able to use that."

Quote, It is a -20 penalty to go into Stealth after an attack, not -1. It does trigger his readied action, which is to go Insubstantial (as a reaction, which is how readied actions work). As Avenger didn't roll a 1, he can still see Lukos after the attack. Go ahead and post your attack IC.

"Or maybe not," Avenger conceded, still circling warily. Dealing with people who could sneak up on him always annoyed him. "I mean it's not really a fight, is it? You people cowering in darkness all the time, lamenting the beast inside you. It's really more of a mercy." Keep moving, keep moving, and be ready. "Must be one of Jack's people. Didn't recognize you without the collar. Maybe you'd look better stretched out on my-" When Lukos burst out of the shadows, Avenger was taken by surprise, but not so fast he couldn't act. Throwing a glass vial from his pocket on the ground, he yelled "Shazoom!" and the ground all around him exploded into mist as he vanished.

Avenger Avenger does not spot Lukos. He maintains the standard action he's readied and continues with the trash talk.

He sure does! OK, I've readied my standard and made my move. You're up.

Avenger had arranged an arena full of ledges, walls, and traps, just the thing for a fighter who preferred close-in, stealthy fighting. His partner hadn't objected in the preliminary planning, something that had no doubt told both men much about each other. However, the fight started with the two men facing each other directly some thirty feet apart, as befit any good combat. Avenger met the werewolf's eyes, considering his previous fights with werewolves, and came to a rapid decision. "Dog-fighting's illegal." he taunted, a truly malevolent sound in his low, choking growl of a voice. "Let's see if you call a cop when I'm done." Hmm, didn't seem to phase him. Let's see if this will.

Avenger readies an action that will go off when he's attacked by Lukos (standard) and tricks as a move action. 30, -5 for the move action=DC 25

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"Sir, are you sure this is all right?" Jack turned as his assistant came up behind him, the young man looking nervous in his new suit. With thick glasses on, thinning blonde hair, and yellow legal pad under one arm, he looked exactly like the secretary he was. Anderson was nervous about coming along to the fight, not that Jack could blame him in the least. After all, they were headed into the lion's den, a crowd of incredibly powerful beings who hunted and killed people like them for sport. He put his hand on the other vampire's shoulder, giving him a level look. "It'll be fine. You're with me, and they're not going to attack my assistant." He smiled. "Just make sure you write down everything you see once things get started. We'll need this. You, me, my family, and all the rest of us in this city." In a black suit and red tie himself, because of course you got dressed up for this sort of thing, Avenger led the way into the arena building.

OK, there's a Bluff check for you, Geez.

"Oh, thank goodness you're here!" Marionette ran quickly to Dynamo, throwing her arms around him and pressing her ample bosom against his chest. The front of her skin-tight white leather outfit was short enough that it wasn't easy to keep his eyes on hers. "There's a terrible monster lurking in the basement of this museum, and we've come to stop it. I know it looks bad, but there's a terrible curse on all these artifacts that we're trying to save. I think...I think it may have corrupted all these police officers!" She put a soft, delicate hand on Dynamo's cheek. "Won't you help us, please?" Over her mental link with the other women, she thought, "I want to do things to him. Make sure you don't break anything...fun."

New round. Sorus is up.

Round 1 Shadivan Steelgrave and 12 Omegadrones vs. Edge and the Lucas family Omegadrones: 15 Steelgrave: 14 Mark's Folks: 12 Edge: 9 (w/9 HP; 7 regular and 2 from complications) The Omegadrones use the aid action to assist Shadivan Steelgrave in attacking Edge. They succeed. Steelgrave recieves a +24 bonus on his next attack vs. Edge. On his round, Steelgrave attacks Edge. (He can't miss). DC 30 Tou save for Edge. He then activates his chamelon field, becoming invisible to Edge's only accurate sense. Edge spends an HP on Ultimate Toughness for a total of 26 and is Injured. (He wasn't wearing his costume today.) Mark's folks run for the house. They're safe from this one, for now. On his turn, Edge uses his Blast power to drop a tactical nuke on his front lawn. DC 27 Tou save for all the bad guys. Three of the Omegadrones are destroyed outright. Seven are injured. One is injured, stunned, and staggered. One is unhurt. He spends an HP to power-stunt Accurate Hearing off his massive Probability array as part of a particularly accurate blast, something he can easily afford. Steelgrave passes his first save. Mark forces a reroll, leaving Steelgrave bruised. Round 2 The surviving Omegadrones once again aid Shadivan's next attack on Mark. Once again they succeed, giving him a +18 bonus and again leaving him unable to miss Mark. Steelgrave doesn't like where this is going, and certainly doesn't want to be beat up by another teenager. On his turn, he deploys an invention that he's taken 20 on: a Ranged Drain [all powers of the Luck descriptor] Gun with Rank 14. (It's a full-round action for him) Mark spends 2 HP and passes. On his turn, still using his accurate hearing power together with the blast, Edge alpha-strikes the area again. 4 Omegadrones are destroyed. Five are left standing. Shadivan Steelgrave rolls a 1 and is left bruisedx2, stunned, and staggered. Edge spends another HP to surge and hit them all again. Steelgrave is unconscious. The last five Omegadrones all explode. (Mark spends all his HP to make sure that happens, the better to make a better world for his family.) OK, a little more time for everyone to post, and then I'll post in the IC.

OK, the thread is officially up!

DC 30 Tou save, Fulcrum.

Valkyrie staggered back, hate flashing in her pretty blue eyes as she raised her twin blades high. "I'm going to send you back to Hell, demon," she spat. - Outside, White Knight rocketed towards Fulcrum, a sneer half-visible on his masked face. "I'm going to beat you back to the desert, you-" His speed meant he didn't get time to let out the racist insult hanging on his lips, but the incredibly powerful punch he smashed into Fulcrum's jaw was painful enough on its own. "I've been making a few upgrades, honey!" he said with a malignant laugh as he circled her. "Going to use you for a workout!"

Valkyrie does not roll well Her Wisdom drops to 10. Her Will save drops to +4. White Knight is up.

Starsign: Have an HP for Danielle being there, and another HP for the Nazi thing.

Klansman just managed to dodge as the powerful wave of music went rushing past him, blasting a hole in the wall of the airship behind him and opening even more to the sky. "You damn rocker!" yelled Klansman, the wind coming from two directions whipping at his white cape, stained now with the blood of the cops he'd beaten up. "Your race music has rotted your brain! If you blow up the cab, we all fall down!" Over on the other side of the airship, the blast was easily loud enough to catch the attention of Rycon and Kid Cthulu. They'd landed in the room with the hostages, they realized, the police officers bound, gagged, and bleeding from injuries that looked serious, but not life-threatening. Rycon quickly picked out Danielle, who looked disheveled but otherwise unhurt; her cousin looking up at her with wide eyes and screaming something through her gag! The two young heroes found out what it was a moment later, when a black-clad figure wielding two swastika-emblazoned blades reared up behind Kid Cthulu and plunged her daggers through his wings! "Die, mutie freak!" she yelled, her heavy Scandanavian accent clear in her words.

Despite a good attack roll, Klansman pulls it off and avoids being hurt. Valkyrie spends her move action getting to where the two teens crashed through the window. She attacks from Stealth, taking the kids flat-footed. (She loses that benefit on the next round.) She hits Kid Cthulu With a full-on Power Attack and Autofire, that's a DC 25 Tou save.

Okay, Sage is stunned and bruised. Rycon holds her action till Kid Cthulu goes. Warren is up.

Hellion Midnight II Wander Seraph Sage and Geckoman Go nuts, all. =)

It was a quiet Memorial Day weekend around Freedom City, one quiet enough that many of Freedom City's superheroes (including its teenage contingent) went out of town to visit their families over the weekend, or go elsewhere with their families to enjoy the long weekend. Claremont Academy was hosting a barbecue for the kids who had no place to go, but there were plenty of other things to do in and around campus. Until, that is, the emergency alert went off: it rang first for the members of Young Freedom, jangling through the communicators they all carried, but then it began beeping frantically all across campus. This was a school emergency, requiring the attention of many of the teenage heroes at Claremont who weren't affiliated with Young Freedom. The Freedom Leaguer Siren had been visiting campus for the holiday, perhaps to visit her old friend Duncan Summers, and she quickly took charge of the emergency. "Everyone who can help, follow me! If you can't get yourself quickly, find a teleporter, flier, or speedster, and follow the distress call." She took out her League transponder and fiddled with it quickly, her scientist's fingers moving fast over the hand-sized piece of high technology. "If you have to get there on your own, use League coordinates 08401-08406. That'll put you in Ashton, right at...oh, by the loa, it's Rick Lucas' house." Siren had been on the old Freedom League; the ageless beauty had been there since the 1960s. She knew Rick Lucas, the former mascot-cum-junior member of the Silver Age League, and of course his son, Claremont student Mark Lucas, very well indeed. "Quickly now!"