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Welp, Arachne's going to push herself to Dying if she tries to attack, and in the short term Dragonfly's less concerned by telepaths than she is by crazy many-armed robot men who can punch through battle armor. Which probably says something about that hit she took, since she really doesn't like hostile telepaths. Dragonfly continues to hang out in the air and rain science on his head. Ranged Attack Roll vs. Hekatoncheire (spatial blast) (1d20 + 11=17) Dragonfly, that roll is bad, and you should feel bad. -1HP, rerolling. Ranged Attack REROLL vs. Hekatoncheire (spatial blast) (1d20 + 11=16) +10 from the reroll is 26. DC26 Tou.
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[bg=#555555]"Mmh."[/bg] Dragonfly made her way to the center of the ship, frowning upward as she pulled up her suit's measurements of the new size and shape she'd be having to teleport. Something deep in her suit spun up to speed as she put her arms out to her sides, concentrating on the physics of making here become there, if only for a moment; the world outside the ship twisted and broke apart, haltingly, as the universe unraveled into open sky - each chaotic facet of their surroundings becoming open air until they were left suspended above the Earth, free of its confines...and, thanks to Redbird, its gravity. One of her gauntlets gave a nasty-sounding cracking, sparking noise and started to emit a thin trail of acrid smoke, but she'd honestly been expecting worse from trying to 'port something that big that far. She could repair it as they traveled. [bg=#555555]"We're clear. Go."[/bg]
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On any other day, Dragonfly would have been utterly fascinated by Redbird - easily the most advanced AI she'd ever seen, beating out Vince and Sharl by virtue of her technology-altering abilities. On any other day, she would have found Gina's comparison to a forge attendant completely hilarious, given her infrequent feelings inferiority. This was not that day. Redbird got a curt nod as the armored heroine grew wings and took off into the air, plates on her gauntlets pulling apart to deploy fine tools on articulated arms. The blacksmith comparison turned out to be remarkably apt, in its own way - this is what Mara did, after all; above all other things she was an engineer, a designer and builder of mechanical marvels, and bit by bit, plate by plate, wire by wire, the ship started coming back together.
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Tiamat made a snorting noise at her enemy's sudden and final defeat, slipping her mace back on her belt and muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a disparaging comment about underage humans. Her fearsome presence had evaporated almost instantly - what was the point of being scary if there was nobody to be scary to? As far as the criminals went, Gaian Knight was on that as soon as Myrmidon pointed out the less-than-innocent victims' presence: he was already drawing stone in from the tunnel behind them, forming it into what could almost be rounded, legless gurneys if gurneys were made of natural earth and came with heavy-duty, limb-encompassing restraints. "We'll just have to make sure they go where they need to once things have calmed down a little," he said, frowning. "I don't imagine the prisons have weathered this too well - that'll be a headache for another day - but we'll put something together. I'll build it myself if necessary."
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[bg=#555555]"Not the pocket thing,"[/bg] Dragonfly replied, giving Midnight a quick nod. Most of her attention was on the tablet, though, and once she was sure she had the coordinates right she lost focus completely as her world became a sea of math and physics. Her suit was capable of performing such a long-range teleport, but only under protest, and it was not capable of calculating the jump itself - that required a mind that understood just how it worked. Puppy had the presence of mind to notice his maker's suit spinning up, and at her beckoning gesture he braved the world outside his protective table to roll himself over to her feet, luring his feline antagonist along behind. As soon as they were nearby Dragonfly made a distracted grumbling noise and looked back up from her thoughts. [bg=#555555]"Flex your knees."[/bg] The world shattered, the hidden workshop breaking apart like it had been painted on so much glass, shards breaking into fragments and fragments twisting through impossible geometries to reform into another place entirely. In particular, about three inches off the ground somewhere else entirely - Puppy let out a chirp of protest as he hit the ground.
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"Good enough," Mara insisted, tilting her head at the plans and both committing them to memory and shooting a copy off to her warehouse computer. She was already calculating the required repairs, for all that she really couldn't be sure until she saw it in person - though that was another problem entirely. "Have to assume you have it hidden. Should probably leave now. Bound to be something to interrupt...mmmh." She frowned, glancing over at Midnight and letting herself ponder something she really should have paid more attention to a while ago. The math was simple, at least - the transitive property of relationships and secret identities. And if she was right, and she knew who he was, then her own wasn't worth wasting precious seconds on. "...no. Lost too much time already." The heavy choker at the base of her neck lit up, flaring with neon blue energy as a wash of twisted space passed over her and left armor in its wake. [bg=#555555]"I can get us there faster,"[/bg] Dragonfly offered - in as much as it was an offer rather than a flat statement - as her suit locked into place and powered up with a quiet hum. [bg=#555555]"Just need to know where to go."[/bg]
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Dragonfly weathered the many-armed attack fairly well, considering - her force field took the worst of it, and her metal plating took the rest, though when one strike managed to solidly connect with one of the joints in her armor she winced and decided enough was enough. Her wings flared into being, four blades of neon-tinted energy that, motionless, shot her up and away from her attacker. [bg=#555555]"I don't like you,"[/bg] she announced, raining twisted space down onto Hekatoncheire's head. [bg=#555555]"Don't know why you wanted what you stole, don't really care. Stops now."[/bg]
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Move action: Fly! Standard action: Attack Hekatoncheire, because he's a jerk. Ranged Attack vs. Hekatoncheire (blast) (1d20 + 11=28) DC26 Toughness save.
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"Oh. I---...oh." Wraith slumped, her body nearly melting as she looked at their fallen comrade. With the fight in the Curator's ship done, she'd thought they were home free - after all, the only ones who hadn't been with them had been the ones who were literally untouchable. They were supposed to have been safe. They were supposed to be invincible. The alien had no tears to shed, instead crouching down near his body and recalling the person who used to be in it. "He died to save his people, against impossible odds," she noted sadly, the hum of her voice quiet and slow. "That makes him as good as anyone, or better."
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Toughness Save vs. So Many Fists (1d20 + 9=18) It is too early to be dazed, Dragonfly! Toughness Save REROLL vs. So Many Fists (1d20 + 9=10) :| +10 from the reroll is 20, at least; Dragonfly picks up a bruise, and loses 1 HP.
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"Don't know any 'Kit's," Mara noted, once Fleur had left. "Though, probably wouldn't. Don't have much to do with Claremont, other than dating a graduate." Her eyes had unfocused as she talked, little lights dancing behind them as she sent out a mental ping, looking for the little drones she'd come down with. Besides the few that had stuck nearby, she'd sent the rest off to find.... there you are "Hey!" she called out, thumping her fist against a door. "Time to leave. Need to fix a spaceship, could use your help."
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"Agreed. ....less than I was hoping for," Mara admitted, an unreadable expression just barely breaking through her impatience and frustration as she looked down at what used to be Bee-Keeper. She'd expected a lot, but she hadn't expected him to be so.... She scowled, grabbing a worn messenger bag off a chair and stuffing a select few tools and parts into it. focus on the goal - repair ship - find Ellie - repair ship? - faster with two "Thank you," she said to Fleur, glancing the experienced heroine's way. "Probably have better places to be. People in the city to help. May have to see yourself out - need to find a friend down here and convince her to leave with us. Short delay, but ship will get repaired faster. Better. Ultimately saves time."
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Dragonfly flinched as the wave hit her, but even as it pushed on her mind, her mind pushed back. Years of over-exposure to telepaths and their ways had left her numb to their methods, half a lifetime of psychic scar tissue...though the static that filled her mind when they tried was no more pleasant, and it certainly didn't improve her mood any. She growled, snapping out a hand to grab the woman by the shoulder and, with an ominous clicking sound, linked her gauntlet's plating directly into her suit's capacitors.
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You know what psychics in melee range get? A fist full of lightning! Melee Attack Roll vs. Arachne (taser hand) (1d20 + 11=16) ...or, y'know, not. Fortunately, Dragonfly's rolling in HP. And cold, cold anger. Melee Attack REROLL vs. Arachne (taser hand) (1d20 + 11=28) That's better. DC21 Fort vs. Stun. -1 HP for Dragonfly.
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"Hahahaha! Really?" Tiamat had cast a careful glance around the room as they'd entered, grimacing at the tight quarters, but now her attention was entirely on this 'Quickstep' person. "Child, this stopped being the eve of your greatest anything the moment we walked in here." She drew her mace, thumping it against her hand as she strode toward Quickstep, grinning all the way. "The way I hear it, Omega's a chump - either gone or crawled into a hole somewhere to bleed. And you're, what, thirteen? Outnumbered and outgunned, left to guard a bunch of prisoners while everyone worth paying attention to does the real work. Hell, we found you by accident." Her grin was showing off a lot of teeth now - teeth that were really a lot sharper than they had any right being, and as she laughed little bits of fire were escaping from between them. "Siddown, kid, before we make you."
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Wraith stumbled as the floor under her feet shifted, looking around as the ship began to slide. If they could get back to the bus they could escape, but even if the ship had artificial gravity the odds were good that it wasn't working now - those hallways were going to be walls if they didn't move, and if they hit the ice.... "Now we must leave," the alien insisted, shifting down onto four powerful, clawed legs. Two long tendrils sprouted from just behind where her shoulder blades would be if she had a proper skeleton, whipping out to snag Papercut and Crimson Tiger by the waists. "Come on!" she shouted to Glow, launching herself across the room and along the path toward the Wonderbus, teammates in tow.
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Welp, with both groups having hit the climax of their fight, it's high time we skedaddled. Wraith shapeshifts: Wall-Crawling 2 (4pp) Additional Limbs 2 (2pp; +2 limbs) Super-Strength 1 (2pp; Effective Str 27 - Light/Medium/Heavy load of 346/693/1040 pounds) Speed 2 (2pp; 25mph) She uses her fancy new limbs to grab Papercut and Crimson Tiger, since they can't fly and there's no guarantee their path out is going to stay horizontal for long. Glow, fortunately, can fly and is spared her tentacular embrace. Wraith takes off for the bus as fast as she can go - all-out and carrying a light load (Koshiro + Mali is around 310 pounds) that's pretty fast!
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For lack of room to properly transform, Tiamat attempts a Demoralize: Intimidate Check vs. Quickstep (Demoralize) (1d20 + 18=29) That isn't great, but I won't have her drain away GK's precious HP for an intimidate check.
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It does matter, as it so happens! Immunity 10 (Mental Effects, Flaws: Limited [1/2 Effect]) [5PP] This should read 'Psionic', mind; she hasn't had edits since that house rule was put into place. DC25 Tou means a rank 10 attack; half of that drops it down to 4, for a DC20 save. Toughness Save vs. Arachne's Psionic Blast, DC20 (DC25, 1/2 Psionic Immunity) (1d20 + 9=23)
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In an adjacent room, seated on the floor next to some deactivated drones, Mara was clenching her teeth so hard her jaw ached - she'd fought alongside this thing, she'd trusted it somewhat, and it wouldn't even give them useful information. She'd wanted very few things in life as badly as she wanted to armor up, break down that door, and do...she didn't even know. Something. Anything, to get the information they were likely to desperately need. But instead she stayed in the storage room, gritting her teeth, her mind in the security system so that she could watch things on camera. The not-Bee-Keeper would give them useful information, or they'd make do without it. One way or another, there was a plan, now, and she had to hope it would all turn out okay.
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Dragonfly made a growling noise, the plating of her suit flexing like an insect about to attack. And attack she did: aneon energy twisted into being about an inch from the end of her arm, forming a long, blade-like construct as the world wrapped in around her and she disappeared.... ...only to re-appear not near either of the hostile figures, but the machine being put together by the waldos. There was an awful sound like tearing metal as she thrust her spatial blade deep into it, and another as she pulled it away sideways through the rest of the machine's body - though the blade was apparently weightless and incorporeal, everywhere it touched became broken and twisted like someone had put a blunt knife through tinfoil, power units imploding like firecrackers and sparks flying through the air as the weapon gasped its last.
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"I can work with that," Mara confirmed, grabbing a tool and setting out to dismantle the containment box. Its clear, shatter-proof panels were efficiently repurposed as doorway blockades, placed against and fastened to the elevator door and a select few other doors leading out of the main workshop. Pretty apparent in the well-lit room as it was now, but maybe in the dark, with smoke in the way.... "Kind of prefer old technology. Haven't worked with anything Martian, but often built to last. Simpler, too - not better, but faster to work with, easier to figure out." When she was done she tossed her tools back onto a shelf, taking one last look around. "....okay. Think that's it. Can hide behind one of the solid tables, or in another room, watch on cameras. Dim power. Hide drones unless there's violence."
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Dragonfly teleports over and attacks...the machine being constructed! Melee Attack Roll vs. Machine (spatial blade, Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 11 - 2=23) DC28 Tou, and if it's still in working order after that she'll surge for another: Melee Attack Roll vs. Machine (spatial blade, Power Attack -2/+2) (1d20 + 11 - 2=16) Ouch. Fortunately, it's an object, so.
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"Or...not," Mara corrected, sounding an odd mixture of thankful and frustrated. so much lost time - goose chase - should have stayed with them? - no - needed Gina - wouldn't have others It took her a minute to relay her new-found information to the others, pulling up whatever data she had or could find on the Curator and his ringworld. "That's...okay. Fifty light-years. Doable, but...mmh. Takes time to build space-worthy vehicles. Only have designs, no actual implementation. Would be much easier to revise working craft...." She winced as something occurred to her, turning to look over at Fleur. "And still need to do something about live duplicate. Trace no longer necessary, but could have valuable information, if we - you, not very good at manipulating, myself - can get anything out of it. And should disable it before leaving, just in case."
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Gaian Knight Scratch Team (10) 10 posts Dragonfly Arms and the Man (7) Chaos, Steel, and Wolves (9) Even Angels Fall (18) 7+9+18= 34 posts Wraith Enchanted Species (1) The End of the World (4) War of the Worlds (4) 1+4+4= 9 posts EDIT: Ref point to Dragonfly. One day I'll remember that I'm a ref. One day.
