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The first robotic arm Fulcrum had pummeled gradually regained its airborne balance, rockets propelling it back around to take another swing at the statuesque paragon. Though the blow was mighty and connected solidly with her torso, the impact was more than the damaged mechanism could endure, metal fingers crumpling like a stomped aluminum can against the superhumanly tough woman. Meanwhile the remaining leg shot up skyward before pulling a tight u-turn and crashing into the falling Willow while she was unable to dodge, propelling her more quickly toward the ground. Before they could Jack swung back into the thick of the fight, catching the dryad's hand and pulling her along with him while the oversized appendage crashed into the pavement with a scream of protesting metal followed immediately by a moderate explosion. Holding Min a little more tightly to his side than he would have normally felt compelled to do, the fencer shouted to the others, "Wrap it up!"
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Robot Arm 1 Standard Action: Attack Fulcrum. (1d20+10=25) That's a DC 25 Toughness Save. It's also a strenuous action, so the arm is destroyed! (Technically it's not destroyed until next round but lets not nitpick.) Robot Leg 2 Standard Action: Charge Willow. (1d20+12=25) That's a DC 25 Toughness Save for her as well. Jack of all Blades Move Action: Swing over to Robot Leg 2. Standard Action: Attack Robot Leg 2; Power Attack 5. (1d20+15=32) Move-By Action: Catch Willow. Robot Leg 2 Reflex Save vs. DC 21. (1d20+5=13) -6 Toughness. Toughness Save vs. DC 32. (1d20+4=6) Destroyed! 25 - Jack of all Blades - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Fulcrum - Uninjured, 2HP 18 - Geckoman - Bruised, Injured, Fatigued, 2 HP 15 - Robot Torso - Destroyed 13 - Willow - Uninjured, 2HP 12 - Robot Arm 1 - Destroyed 12 - Robot Arm 2 - Disabled 11 - Robot Leg 1 - Destroyed 11 - Robot Leg 2 - Destroyed 2 - Robot Head - Disabled
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Midnight landed silently and paused only to set a disoriented kitten down on the rough cave floor before moving swiftly to what looked like a combination of a mobile workbench and forklift mounted on sizable wheels and ferried down to the subterranean garage along with an open crate of parts. The duplicates of tools clearly indicated that two people had been working on effecting repairs to the ship recently. The black clad vigilante paused for a moment, clenching and unclenching one hand in a steadying gesture before moving the cart closer to make its contents readily available. With that done he produced a metallic egg no more than two dozen centimeters tall from his coat and placed it atop the exposed engine of the custom made vehicle. The silvery object promptly melted into the machinery, which began folding in upon itself as panels slid away to extend modules that couldn't have logically been there a moment before. In particular a holographic projector rose from the sifting metals and lit up. The projection took the form of a statuesque redhaired woman in a stately back chauffeur's uniform tailored to an impressively athletic build. "Redbird," Midnight introduced with a simple wave of his hand before picking up a pair of tools and walking up the ramp into the saucer. The hologram clapped her hands and gave the visitors a wide smile full of simulated teeth. "Aha! A noble battlesmith and a... small... forge attendant?" Redbird hazarded looking over Dragonfly and Gina in turn. In truth they were both rather tiny compared to the warriors to which she was accustomed but she'd learned not to focus on such thing after a faux pas regarding Midnight's mind-synced comrade. "Whatever the case, if you have been invited into this sanctum, you must be invaluable allies! The sooner we retrieve Shieldmaiden Wander and the others the better," she noted more gravely, folding her hands. "I am an Furion autonomic machine intelligence, capable of interfacing with and enhancing any vehicle and I am at your disposal in this!"
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Robot Leg 1 Toughness Save vs. DC 32. (1d20+9=13) Destroyed! 25 - Jack of all Blades - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Fulcrum - Uninjured, 2HP 18 - Geckoman - Bruised, Injured, Fatigued, 2 HP 15 - Robot Torso - Destroyed 13 - Willow - Uninjured, 2HP 12 - Robot Arm 1 - Disabled 12 - Robot Arm 2 - Dazed, Disabled 11 - Robot Leg 1 - Destoryed 11 - Robot Leg 2 - Uninjured 2 - Robot Head - Dazed, Disabled
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Midnight made a flat noise when Hallomen armored up into the recognizable silver and blue of Dragonfly. It could have just as easily been a note of surprise or confirmed supposition but either way he evidently agreed that the reveal wasn't worth spending time worrying about just then. Without further comment he handed her the small tablet device and the coordinates it displayed, including a height which obvious put them below ground. "Discretion," he noted meaningfully, one word making it clear that her secret would go no further than the room and simultaneously requesting similar consideration for the information she had been given. "Tools and supplies on site," he assured the other woman, bending down to smoothly scoop up a protesting Charlie as the orange cat scampered by after the odd spherical robot.
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Kimber leaned into Kristin, pushing her face against the telekinetic's shoulder without stopping to question the mechanics of the hug. "I... I don't know!" she lamented, the words muffled until she turned around to face Koshiro, her translucent blue face splotchy and wet with tears. "The Curator was so strong in there, he was just... erasing people and going on and on about being their god and how he was unstoppable and even when we started to win he said he'd keep coming back and Sharl..." She looked reflexively down at the still form and her face screwed up with pent up sobbing as she struggled to remain coherent. "He jumped into the Curator, like a possession or... or something, I don't know! I just don't! He did something and the Curator was gone!" The phantom shuddered in Glow's arms, jaw moving silently for a few moments before she could add, "And I don't know where... He was a person but I can't feel his death at all, there's just nothing! It isn't fair!" She shouted the last word, echoing the sentiment they were all feeling.
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Robot Head Bluff Check vs. DC 31. (1d20+11=15) That means Sneak Attack applies and the attack just barely passes the Impervious. Toughness Save vs. DC 25. (1d20+10=12) 25 - Jack of all Blades - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Fulcrum - Uninjured, 2HP 18 - Geckoman - Bruised, Injured, Fatigued, 2 HP 15 - Robot Torso - Destroyed 13 - Willow - Uninjured, 2HP 12 - Robot Arm 1 - Disabled 12 - Robot Arm 2 - Dazed, Disabled 11 - Robot Leg 1 - Bound, Bruised x1 11 - Robot Leg 2 - Uninjured 2 - Robot Head - Dazed, Disabled
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On almost any other day the mention of Omegadrone armor, modified or not, would have captured Midnight's attention, given the seemingly ceaseless string of altercations with the forces of the Terminus that had become a fact of his life, but on this day it was nothing more than a footnote to be filed away. "Not this one," he told the battered, mousy woman, pulling out a palm sized tablet computer and wirelessly mirroring a set of blueprints to the nearest monitor, making the source file readily available to Hallomen and her friend. The saucer wasn't exactly ripping edge compared to the equipment of some of the modern day spacefaring civilizations which occasionally came in contact with Earth but it was still ahead of the curve in relation to most terrestrial technology. "Beggars, choosers," he noted bluntly as red circles on the blueprint flashed to indicate areas still in need of repair. "Get it spaceworthy, Redbird will handle the rest." He had no idea who the woman in front of him was but if Hallomen considered her an integral key to success, given the obvious stakes Midnight was inclined to leave questions for later.
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That is indeed a miss! 25 - Jack of all Blades - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Fulcrum - Uninjured, 2HP 18 - Geckoman - Bruised, Injured, Fatigued, 2 HP 15 - Robot Torso - Destroyed 13 - Willow - Uninjured, 2HP 12 - Robot Arm 1 - Staggered, Dazed, Disabled 12 - Robot Arm 2 - Staggered, Dazed, Disabled 11 - Robot Leg 1 - Bound, Bruised x1 11 - Robot Leg 2 - Uninjured 2 - Robot Head - Uninjured, Tricked
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"'m here," a quiet voice mumbled from just behind Siobhan as Ghost Girl rose up from the ground to float nearby. The events of the week prior had been hard on everyone in Freedom City but from what the mystic heroes had been able to get out of Kimber, she and her high school friends had been mixed up in the very worst of it, with one of her classmates in something akin to intensive care. The mere fact that the usually effervescent poltergeist hadn't wanted to talk about it or much of anything else since was a flashing warning sign on its own. Hood over her head, she looked to Nick. "D'you want me to sniffing out any fears or something?" She was still determined to be as useful as possible to her mentors but what passed for her heart just wasn't in it.
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The finely tuned thermal sensors in the underground lab triggered suppressing foam to cascade in a smothering blanket almost before the android had a chance to combust, reacting to a self-destructing alien robot just as they would an experiment's catastrophic failure. Only a beat behind, Midnight swept through the curtain on concealing mist, flinging a handful of pellets at the doppelganger and pulling Fleur around with his other arm to place his jacket's back between her and the conflagration in a single fluid motion. The pellets burst on contact, hissing for a moment as the gases released reacted with the air around them before turning to a good half-inch of ice that spread to cover the faux-Beekeeper in quick order, leaving it encased in mounds of frozen foam, both putting out the fire and restraining it. "All the intelligence we can afford to delay for," he opined calmly, albeit with a note of anxious impatience creeping into his voice.
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The corporeal members of Young Freedom smelled the acrid scent of ozone even before they reached the room housing Tronik's computer. Inside a spike of the Curator's invasive circuitry pierced the ceiling overhead but crumbled away to nothing a few feet from the simulated city's home, wisps of smoke rising from electrocuted circuitry as the computronium continued to flake away, falling like ashen snow. Apart from the almost inaudible hiss of singed wires, a daunting silence filled the space. All at once Ghost Girl was there, stepping into sight as through walking out of a darkened room. The hood of her reaper's cloak hung low over her bowed head, and in her arms she carried a still form. For a split instant she floated slowly forward before her ethereal nature in the real world caught up to her and the body slipped though her insubstantial arms to the floor, revealing Sharl's lax features. Kimber let out a strangled cry as he fell, grasping futilely and obviously too distressed to manage with her telekinesis. Shaking like a leaf about to fall from a branch for the winter, she looked up to the others just long enough to shake her head mournfully once, then collapsed to hover on her knees just an inch from the ground, hands over her face as she sobbed.
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Gal Vanic caught Citizen reflexively as he fell back, shock written across her face. "Sharl?! Sharl!" She shook the still form gently at first then with increasing distress, brushing brown hair away from wide, staring eyes and searching for some sign of life. "No! Nonono, this isn't... this..." The paragon's lower lip quavered and tears sparked against electrical energy in the corners of her eyes. Slowly drawing her hand back to close his eyes took the last of her composure and Kimber let out a mournful, wounded sound as she clutched her friend tightly against her. "This isn't fair..."
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While the first of the arms crumpled under Fulcrum's grip, its rockets sputtering and fingers splayed out at strange angles, the second make a rush for Jack of all Blades, hand open and grasping for the freefalling hero. A well placed shot with his grappling line brought the heroes up and out of the machine's path then right around on its tail. Jack's ruby red sword flashed again, piercing the back of the robotic hand and through its palm as he landed on its massive wrist. He rode the bucking thing down to the street, skewering it against the pavement as it twitched. Willow's hold on her target held strong, keeping it out of the fight. It's partner came about and shot toward Fulcrum, looking to deliver a giant sized jump kick to the paragon. Instead, it sailed by, its aim evidently not very good with the robot's head and eyes otherwise occupied. Specifically the head was zooming downward, hot behind Geckoman and giving the plummeting youth a face to face look at its bloody occupant. Sizzling beams shot from its eyes, searing its target while it continued to laugh maniacally.
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Robot Arm 2 Standard Action: Charge Jack of all Blades, Initiate Grapple. (1d20+12=25, 1d20+22=27) Close, but a miss! Robot Leg 1 Standard Action: Opposed Grapple Check to Escape. (1d20+22=24) Willow beats that automatically, so its going nowhere. Robot Leg 2 Standard Action: Charge Fulcrum. (1d20+12=15) Kick and a miss! Robot Head Move Action: Follow after Geckoman. Standard Action: Perception Range Blast vs. Geckoman (laser vision). That's a DC 25 Toughness Save for Chris. Jack of all Blades Move Action: Use Grapple Line to stay in the air. Standard Action: Attack Robot Arm 2; Power Attack 5. (1d20+15=31) Robot Arm 2 Reflex Save vs. DC 21. (1d20+5=19) -2 Toughness. Toughness Save vs. DC 26. (1d20+8=14) Disabled! 25 - Jack of all Blades - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Fulcrum - Uninjured, 2HP 18 - Geckoman - Bruised, Injured, Fatigued, 2 HP 15 - Robot Torso - Destroyed 13 - Willow - Uninjured, 2HP 12 - Robot Arm 1 - Staggered, Dazed, Disabled 12 - Robot Arm 2 - Staggered, Dazed, Disabled 11 - Robot Leg 1 - Bound, Bruised x1 11 - Robot Leg 2 - Uninjured 2 - Robot Head - Uninjured, Tricked
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Robot Leg Opposed Grapple Check. (1d20+11=18) Bound! Toughness Save vs. DC 27. (1d20+10=24) Bruised! 25 - Jack of all Blades - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Fulcrum - Uninjured, 2HP 18 - Geckoman - Bruised, Injured, Fatigued, 2 HP 15 - Robot Torso - Destroyed 13 - Willow - Uninjured, 2HP 12 - Robot Arm 1 - Staggered, Dazed, Disabled 12 - Robot Arm 2 - Uninjured 11 - Robot Leg 1 - Bound, Bruised x1 11 - Robot Leg 2 - Uninjured 2 - Robot Head - Uninjured, Tricked By the by, Ecal, don't forget that Jerry's dead body is still in the head!
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Robot Arm Toughness Save vs. DC 32. (1d20+10=19) Disabled! Robot Head Bluff Check vs. DC 31. (1d20+11=14) Tricked! 25 - Jack of all Blades - Uninjured, 4HP 21 - Fulcrum - Uninjured, 2HP 18 - Geckoman - Bruised, Injured, Fatigued, 2 HP 15 - Robot Torso - Destroyed 13 - Willow - Uninjured, 2HP 12 - Robot Arm 1 - Staggered, Dazed, Disabled 12 - Robot Arm 2 - Uninjured 11 - Robot Legs - Uninjured, x2 2 - Robot Head - Uninjured, Tricked
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Trevor lifted his shoulders in a minute, affable shrug and made no objections to Eve's menu selections. It wasn't as if he wasn't capable of feeding himself but it saved a lot of time compared to having him methodically weigh each option without the context of familiarity. He did snort at the petite girl 'allowing' his beverage choice. He counted them as good as siblings but he wasn't always sure who was supposed to be the elder in that arrangement. He could tell by the lack of her thoughts on his own that Eve didn't need her telepathy to note something was bothering him. "Hrn..." he mumbled, leaning back in his seat and looking away for a moment. "Erin... does not enjoy the holiday season. Had an argument. Been... avoiding me, I think."
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Kimber flinched as the flames rushed toward her but when the strange green fire washed over her, arms crossed defensively over her face, she found herself standing strong against it. She could feel something like vicious claws ripping at the edges of her essence but compared to the trauma of necromantic attacks and psychic onslaughts the poltergeist had been training to withstand this was no more than a flesh wound on her soul. Whatever had struck Citizen so powerfully, she was someone insulated from it. The Curator might have been breaking all of the rules in Tronik but it seemed that Gal Vanic wasn't even playing the same game. "You want to talk reality? 'Cause I'm not an organic being and I'm sure not a computer program!" she shouted up at the writhing dome overhead. Turning to Sharl, she gave him a game smile. "I'm an incorporeal, post-mortem, psychic echo-entity causing disruption in electrical circuits and cascade failure in computational devices while occupying the same multiphasic relative coordinates!" Zipping forward in the air, Gal Vanic grabbed one of the longer tentacles with both hands, pouring lightning into it. As she did, neon blue cracks ran up its length, glowing from within like eggshells trying to contain a sun. Like shattering glass, the cracks continued upward, picking up speed and spreading in spiderweb patterns across the entire dome. "In other words: BOO!"
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In the silence of the hidden room, Midnight could just make out the sound of Hallomen's teeth grinding. The detective clenched and unclenched one hand in a similar sentiment, ostensibly keeping it loose and at the ready near his belt while the other maintained the barrier of concealing mist. Behind his mask's ruby red lenses his metahuman eyes allowed him to pierce the veil and watch Fleur's delicate interrogation. It was difficult not to burst in and demand answers in his usual and proven effective manner but the risk of the robot self-destructing as the others had stayed his hand temporarily.
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Gal Vanic Extra Effort: Stunt: Drain Toughness 17 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked; Flaws: Limited [Objects], Power Feats: Incurable) [18PP] + Drain Impervious 12 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked; Flaws: Limited [Objects]) [12PP] Move Action: Fly to dome. Standard Action: Drain vs. Giant Dome. (1d20+7=18)
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Gal Vanic Will Save vs. DC 26. (1d20+10=27) Woo!
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Midnight grunted in confirmation, releasing the beginnings of an smokey curtain from one hand, the light devouring mist hanging in the air like ink spreading through water. The fedora wearing vigilante abruptly lifted his chin, the equivalent of a sudden start in his conservative body language. "Have spacecraft, too," he announced, his free hand going to his chin as he thought things through. "Old. Nearly seventy years, alternate universe Martian saucer--" He lifted the hand again to silence his own train of thought and refocus. "Still needs repairs but mostly intact. Make it space-worthy, associate can outfit with Furion technology," he told Hallomen.
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"Woah, woah, easy there Black-and-Yellow," Jill cut in with a soothing tone and a hand on Baxter's shoulder. "I'm sure these guys aren't going to throw their careers in the trash compactor, right?" The medic looked to each of the three Lor in turn, her face the very picture of surprise that they hadn't worked something out for themselves already. "Well, I mean, c'mon. You guys do have media and public opinion back home, right? The first chance in a century to rescue trillions - trillions! - of people, prove the Republic can stand up to one of the cosmic big bads and you don't even try because, what, you're not getting paid enough?" She pursed her lips and raised both palms as though warding off the mere thought of it. "You think the military's got political problems now, Dios, watch out. Who do you think the brass is going to throw under the space bus first chance once things go pear shaped? Pear's an Earth fruit," she explained conversationally, "means a real mess. Anyway, either that or return the conquering heroes, leading a rag tag group of hard working soldiers and backwater aliens to strike a blow for intergalactic justice? Make four-star whatever overnight? Kind of a no-brainer, if you ask me."
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For the sake of reference: Diplomacy check. (1d20+4=8) Terribad! Bluff Check. (1d20+19=37) Better!
