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Charging behind Paradigm, Rock took advantage of his slower pace to access their chances. Outnumbering Star-Khan three-to-one meant that they could at least divide his attention between them but so far he'd proven capable of keeping up with all of their attacks with a minimum of effort. Nothing else to do but continue to pour on the punishment, then, and hope they could wear down the cyborg before he could focus on any one of them. With a bellowed, "RRROCK!" he brought both fists upward in a two-handed uppercut toward Star-Khan's chin, only to connect with empty air as the Zultasian easily dodged the comparatively cumbersome combatant.
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Rock Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs Star-Khan; Demoralized, Accurate Attack 2: 1d20+5 13 Interpose: Declaring Interpose for Galvanic. 27 - Star-Khan - Bruised x2 21 - Paradigm - Bruised x1, 3HP 12 - Rock - Uninjured, Demoralized, 2HP > 10 - Galvanic - Bruised x1, -3 Toughness, -4 Impervious, 4HP
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The incognito poltergeist vibrated with nervous energy as she moved to accept the drink, chewing on her bottom lip. Vibrated literally; anyone looking closely enough would have noticed the edges of her fuzzy sweater blurring out of view every few seconds or her fingers passing immaterially through the coffee cup as she did her best to mime holding it normally. "What? No, everything is normal!" she responded reflexively, a touch too loud and a tone too high before her shoulders sagged slightly and she immediately rescinded, "Okay, so maybe not really." Ducking her head between her shoulders she looked back and forth uncomfortably. "There's, um, there's sort of a thing and a person and um. It's... it's personal?" Her eyebrows threatened to lift right off of her face as she raised them significantly, eyes widening and lips stretching into a half-grimace as she gave the word special emphasis. She seemed caught between how badly she wanted to explain the situation and an acute sense of embarrassment. "I didn't know who else to talk to!"
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April 16, 2015 As the young woman bustled into the Black Petal Cafe, flustered and wringing her hands, she bounced up on the tips of her toes, straining to see past the line up and over the counter. Her sea green eyes weren't scanning the board for the current list of seasonal lattes or the featured roast but rather darting from face to face until she spotted the barista for whom she was searching. Actually hopping up and down she waved urgently to the dark haired man with the sleeve tattoos, her long chestnut hair hanging in the air a little too long as she kept her lips pressed tightly together as though refraining from shouting his name would somehow make her less conspicuous.
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Erik didn't entirely hide the little flash of anger at seeing Stesha's momentary discomfort but he refrained from comment, at least. He knew she'd dealt with the situation herself and was working to move on with her life but it was tough to shake the feeling that someone should have gotten his nose broken in the course of things. It helped focus the expecting father's attention, however and he accepted the plastic egg with a wry smirk, a bit of his insulating boyish charm pushing through to the fore. "Would you believe they used to tell me I had trouble sitting still in class?" "Give us a moment to contain our shock," his sister's sardonic voice called from the stairs. "Your lady is waiting for you upstairs, Mister Antsy-Pants, move it!" With a last grateful smile to Stesha, Erik tossed the toy in the air and caught it again deftly before dashing up the stairs toward the bedroom, leaving Ellie to take stock of the guests on the main floor. "How's everything down here? Good?"
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"Heh. 'Drama llama'." Set sauntered over to Temperance and Citizen a few steps behind Langstrom, a smile full of immaculate white teeth and a curious sort of look aimed at the Tronik hero. "Adorable." It actually didn't sound like the godling was being sarcastic for once but it was awfully difficult to tell with him. Looking about nonchalantly he remarked to the actor, "Well, tis easy to imagine why you might feel better with us close at hand, aye! I would humbly have the lady speak for the gang as a whole, of course." He punctuated the florid language with an equally florid bow, one arm sweeping out to the side as brick red dreadlocks fell over a grinning face, the toned muscles of his exposed torso flexing attractively.
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Star-Khan Toughness Save vs DC 31: 1d20+17 27 27 - Star-Khan - Bruised x2 21 - Paradigm - Bruised x1, 3HP > 12 - Rock - Uninjured, Demoralized, 2HP 10 - Galvanic - Bruised x1, -7 Defense, -3 Toughness, -4 Impervious, 4HP
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Galvanic's feet came downward like a rocket glowing from reentry only to land firmly in Star-Khan's raised palm, the enhancements riddling his arm easily compensating for the girl's momentum as he rose to his feet. Silver-white light glowed down the exposed metal and into the fingers of his gauntlet, fingers still trapping the Tempestian's boots as the cosmic energy was released with a blinding flash and a roar of incineration. Chlo'zel was sent tumbling backward through the air, only her force field's tremendous resistance to energy preventing her very atoms from being torn asunder in the violent blast. "So in the end, this is the best you can manage?" Star-Khan sneered, lowering his hand with clouds of super-heated plasma rising from it like steam off of a kettle. "The pitiful sacrificial beasts lain before Kinan Khan? A relic, a runt and a..." "Rock," the third of the Coalition heroes supplied, squaring his shoulders and raising his fists into a ready pose. The tyrant scoffed, voice and expression dripping with contempt. "Quite."
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Everybody take an HP, Star-Khan is going to clear that Daze. Star-Khan Standard Action: Cosmic Energy Blast vs Glavanic: 1d20+13 19 This is a 'disintegrate' effect, so a DC 27 Fortitude Save vs Drain Toughness followed by a DC 32 Toughness Save. Move Action: Demoralize Rock: 1d20+23 36 Rock Sense Motive vs DC 36: 1d20+10 14 27 - Star-Khan - Bruised x1 > 21 - Paradigm - Bruised x1, 4HP 12 - Rock - Uninjured, Demoralized, 2HP 10 - Galvanic - Uninjured, -7 Defense, 4HP, Pending Saves
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Pulling the strap of his satchel over his head and tossing it unceremoniously to a far corner of the huge corridor, Rock lowered his head and charged toward the pair of grappling warriors with a bellow. "ROOOOOCK!" An arm as thick as a tree trunk led the way, stoney fingers wrapping around Star-Khan's head while the enslaved despot's attention was focused on Paradigm. Rock's momentum took them both forward, pulling Star-Khan off of the Praetorian and slamming him into the floor hard enough to leave an indent in the industrial strength metal, the full weight of the rockslide-for-hire coming down on top of him. With a grunt that was at once enraged and scornfully dismissive the cyborg's knee came up to connect with Rock's midsection. While he may not have had any vulnerable organs to worry about Rock was no more immune to the physics of overwhelming force than anyone else and he was sent stumbling back several steps, losing his grip on his opponent as they each took a moment to regroup.
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Rock Move Action: Run over to Star-Khan and Paradigm. Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs Star-Khan: 1d20+5 7 Oof! Little early to be burning an HP, but better take advantage of Star-Khan being without his Dodge bonus while he's grappling Paradigm. Hero Point: Unarmed Attack vs Star-Khan, HP reroll: 1d20+5 13 That ends up being a 23 Improved Grab: Opposed Grapple Check: 1d20+26 35 Star-Khan Toughness Save vs DC 30: 1d20+18 21 Opposed Grapple Check: 1d20+32 48 That's a bruise and a daze for Star-Khan, and though he avoids being grappled by Rock in return he can't take the free action to maintain his grapple on Paradigm, either. 27 - Star-Khan - Bruised x1, Dazed 21 - Paradigm - Bruised x1, 3HP 12 - Rock - Uninjured, 1HP > 10 - Galvanic - Uninjured, 3HP
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Erik looked at the hotdog in Chris' hand for several silent moments before managing to ask, "But why was it in your pocket?" The lack of innuendo or a snappy rejoinder showed just how distracted and frazzled the older man truly was. Waving the questionable street meat away he added, "Thanks anyway, hermano, not really hungry. This is going to sound all wrong but at least last time, with Eden, I had something useful I knew I could do in the meantime to distract me." He returned Stesha's hug with one arm and a rueful smile, the hard-won self-awareness he'd gained since becoming a father winning out over the anxious man of action in him. "Never have been much good at waiting."
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It'll all even out! Maybe! Get an IC post up as your able and we'll move onto Rock. 27 - Star-Khan - Uninjured 21 - Paradigm - Bruised x1, Bound, 3HP > 12 - Rock - Uninjured, 2HP 10 - Galvanic - Uninjured, 3HP
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While each of the squad leaders had had their own ideas about convincing the ad hoc medley of species and allegiances into a cooperative fighting force none of the troopers themselves looked particularly happy with whomever they'd been paired off with, leading to a lot muttering and glaring as they hopped out of the transport and ground wafers of computronium converted glass beneath their boots. Organizing themselves into formation based on their orders, they checked their weapons and looked about the inorganic wasteland uneasily. The landing zone that had been picked for them had apparently been something of a local landmark before the planet had fallen, though few among them cared enough to have done more than browse the files attached to the briefing. Ahead of them the ground quickly sloped downward to form the base of a massive gorge, a jagged scar in the face of the world. The electrical signals running through the walls of the canyon, converted into one giant server along with the rest of Garron-9, would serve to mask their presence from the enemy sensors while providing them with a confined battlefield which they were prepared to control. That was the theory, at least. Thanks to their welcome by the artillery tower the enemy obviously knew they were there. Tracking their specific location, though, still should prove a challenge. In the meantime the transport prepared to take off again, drawing attention in the opposite direction before taking shelter behind a chunk of orbiting rock a little too small to be properly called a moon. On the far side of the gorge stood what had been the frontier world's largest settlement, the buildings there now converted into the signal array that linked this server world with the rest of the Communion. Destroy that and a vital link in the intergalactic web of nodes would be temporarily broken, giving some other team on some other mission the brief window in which to complete their objective.
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Computronium Mound Opposed Computers Check: 1d20+12 30 Close but no dice! The nanobots' program is deleted and they shut down. We are out of rounds.
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Alright, since his Grapple check beats hers by more than five, she's bound. She'll have to try to escape before she can do anything else.
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Glossy gunmetal grey boots floating above the debris littered floor and white hair whipped about by the escaping air, Star-Khan seethed. "This is all the resistance you can offer? The Khanat--hkk!" He stopped mid-word, the chords on his neck standing out as silver fluid sloshed through the tubing protuding from the side of his throat. "Nnnnhmy master's greatest enemies gathered under one banner and yet amounting to no more than scurrying rodents? With worlds yet to commune you. Waste. My. Time." Without warning he surged forward, a blur of movement that caught the trio opposing him by surprise. One of his fists flashed forward with impossible speed and strength, connecting with Paradigm's nose with a resounding crack. His other hand followed, digits replaced by claw-like prosthesis, grasping for the Naram's windpipe in an effort to pin her against the opposite wall.
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Star-Khan Standard Action: Unarmed Attack vs Paradigm: 1d20+17 34 Improved Grab: Opposed Grapple Check: 1d20+32 45 That's a DC 28 Toughness Save for Paradigm, then an Opposed Grapple Check to avoid initiating a grapple. 27 - Star-Khan - Uninjured > 21 - Paradigm - Uninjured, 3HP 12 - Rock - Uninjured, 2HP 10 - Galvanic - Uninjured, 3HP
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Rock Initiative: 1d20-2 12 Star-Khan Initiative: 1d20+17 27 27 - Star-Khan - Uninjured 21 - Paradigm - Uninjured, 3HP 12 - Rock - Uninjured, 2HP 10 - Galvanic - Uninjured, 3HP
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Ellie glanced up from folding a pile of freshly cleaned sheets and snorted. "Alright, fine, hermana. Hopefully he's gotten some of the stupid out of his system." Erik had a talent for taking up a lot more of a room than he physically should have which was great in some situations but he'd been all but bouncing off of the walls earlier. Now that they were more of less set up in the bedroom there seemed little hard in bringing him back up. Besides, she could just kick his butt back downstairs if she needed to. Stepping out into the hall she had a friendly smile for Steve and a much broader one for Yolanda. "Hey, Yoyo, you're not scaring Steve off with your deadly fists of terror, are you?" "No, he's seen lots scarier stuff than that," the girl assured her seriously before explaining to the bald man, "That's not what the katas are really called. I think they wait until you're at Claremont to teach deadly fists of terror. Ellie went there so she knows about them."
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Kimber made her best attempts at returning the smile but she knew she'd been right: she'd done what a heavy combat Omegadrone with a black belt in guilt couldn't and made a complete mess of things. Keeping her voice light as she could she replied, "Well sure, you can look however you want when your face isn't actually real! I'm not really pretty like the others but I can fake it alright." It wasn't her teammates looks she envied so much in that moment as their composure. Eve never said anything she didn't mean and she never apologized for anything she meant and Indira - Indira! - was a world away from anyone she might legitimately find attractive but you never heard her complaining or making things weird. Kimber wondered if they let ghost become warrior monks. She didn't suppose she'd be very good at it anyway. "Anyway, you look-- mhn. Um. Professional! And... and professional, right. ...I'll give you a lift." Looking away in renewed embarrassment, she gestured with one hand and the sorceress was raised smoothly into the air alongside the phantom. "Don't worry about explaining everything, we can just say it was my idea. Everybody really does think I'm dumb and naive so I'll just get a lecture and that'll be it."
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Nice! In that case her Impervious absorbs the halved Damage I was going to throw at her. Everybody gimme Initiative!
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Though Rock's heavy footfalls down the corridor struggled to keep up with Chlo'zel's flight he waved off her offer to simply carry him as he pulled a rugged looking communicator out of the same satchel from which he'd produced the deck of Zultasian cards. "Rock! ...rock." The Tempestian could make out a high pitched chitter on the other end of the call and while she couldn't understand the specific words she gathered that its owner was in emphatic disagreement with the stoney titan's demands. "ROCK!" he shouted, jabbing a finger up into the air in a gesture away from the asteroid, away from the danger. The growl of anger in his already harsh voice gave way to faint desperation as he added, "Rock..." There was a moment of silence on the other end before the chittering voice returned, subdued and Rock nodded faintly, massive shoulders rising and falling. He looked like he was about to offer Chlo'zel an explanation when the bulkhead to their left abruptly exploded, twisted pieces of metal and asteroid showering outward as two humanoid forms crashed through like wreaking balls. The atmosphere around them whipped by like a storm wind as automated force fields attempted to compensate for a trail of destruction that ran all the way from Star-Khan's landing crater to the floor right in front of them. Paradigm proved both more nimble and more durable than any mere wall, however, quickly rising to stand unbowed in the face of the surprise attack. That only seemed to make the twisted cyborg that had once called himself Star-Khan angrier. "Arrogant FOOLS! You will commune with the master!"
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"I bet he comes around," Kimber predicted once she was sure the Omegadrone was well out of earshot, optimistic to a fault. With the third member of the impromptu gathering departed, however, the reality that she was floating alone in the park with one hand in Tarva's and the other around the sorceress' shoulder became oppressively clear. "Mmh, you're soft and solid and warm..." she all but whispered without realizing she was speaking out loud, leaning her cheek toward the space between the older woman's neck and shoulder before catching herself and jerking back. "I-I'm so sorry!" she stammered, not quite pulling away but releasing Tarva's hand and creating a space between them. "I didn't-- I know you-- What he said ab-bout S-Steelgrave--" The poltergeist swallowed carefully, looking like she was on the verge of bursting into embarrassed tears herself but holding her composure together with a filament of willpower. "I know Eve's your boss now and I'm supposed to help keep an eye on you but you never, ever, ever have to do anything like... like that here, I swear. I swear! I thought I could just help and be supportive but I'm being so selfish, I'm s-sorry...! I'm ruining your sunrise..."
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Thev, lemme get a Reflex Save from Paradigm.
