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Dragonfly made a satisfied noise as something her little articulated tools were manipulating inside the bomb clicked and released, her free hand gently cradling a tank of QL that was no longer connected to anything else in the once-deadly contraption. [bg=#555555]"Okay. Very not going to die now,"[/bg] she assured Erin, rapidly and efficiently stripping the remaining, less dangerous parts down. [bg=#555555]"Except that,"[/bg] she corrected, gesturing at something to a little piece that sat off by itself. [bg=#555555]"Wouldn't touch that. Cosmic energy tap...or battery. Not sure, would have to open it up to be sure. Not doing that in bad conditions. Would have used tap, myself. So probably battery. Hopefully drained, but if it starts vibrating, throw it as far into the sky as you can. Before it explodes. Just in case."[/bg] She didn't seem to consider that too likely, though, muttering cheerfully to herself as the rest of the bomb got broken down into parts for transport. [bg=#555555]"Think I'll atomize components, provide blocks of raw elements back to government as proof of destruction. Think I can make them wait until Christmas, and provide carbon as coal? ....no, probably not. Might do it anyway."[/bg]

Disable Device Check, DC25 (1d20 + 15=16) And then they all died! The end. ...yeah, no. I'mma go ahead and reroll that, which she's incapable of failing. But for funsies: Disable Device Check REROLL, DC25 (1d20 + 15=19) +10= 29.

[bg=#555555]"Could be better. Could be worse."[/bg] Dragonfly's voice came back clearly enough that she had apparently - for once - decided to actually talk to reply, as opposed to projecting her voice into whatever radio-capable device was nearby. The inventor was still sitting cross-legged near the bomb, which had its metaphorical guts hanging out as she disabled, repaired, or removed bits as necessary. [bg=#555555]"Significantly less likely to die. Think I want to strangle whoever made this,"[/bg] she wryly commented, one of her little tool-arms reaching back to gently unfasten a tube that no longer had anything in it. [bg=#555555]"Reckless and disregard for proper construction standards. Government contractors. Could build better."[/bg] have built better [bg=#555555]"Thank you, anyway. Do not want to have to do this in burning building. Never did perfect radar scatter - hard enough to keep track of wires when I can see them. Anything else happening outside?"[/bg]

Gaian Knight The Espadas School: You Hold This End (2) 2 posts Dragonfly Brighter Than the Moon (8) Interceptors: Eden (4) Party Time (1) 8+4+1= 13 posts Wraith Enchanted Species (2) Going to the Other Place (5) Mile in My Shoes (1) 2+5+1= 8 posts Ref point goes to Wraith this month.

Fair enough. As I said, I trust you to not abuse this build, and largely want a nice caveat here so that people know that if they don't have years of play experience and trust built up, they're not going to get away with these kinds of things. You, of course, do have years of experience and trust built up. So! :approved: , complete with higher-PL equipment.

Math checks out. Two possible concerns: First, this character is capable of breaking caps in a fairly severe way. An example with melee combat mind and his strike: Attack: 8 (base) + 6 (attack focus) + 2 (accurate) = +18 Damage: 20 (base) + 5 (sneak attack) = +25 Effective PL: 21.5 Granted, nothing compels you to use these powers at the same time, but at the very least you'll have to watch what effects you have active at once to keep from being an illegal character. Second, the effects in the utility coat are very, very powerful for equipment - twice as strong as the general power of items like flash-bang grenades and such. Given Archeville's PL and his wealth and connections, I'm just willing to write them off as cutting-edge military hardware, but other items (such as fear gas and goo grenades) seem very unusual for equipment. The general rule of thumb for equipment is that (with the obvious exception of vehicles and HQs) they should be items you could conceivably buy somewhere, or items with an equivalent level of utility and ease of acquisition. Something as exotic as fear gas - PL8 fear gas, even - seems high for equipment, which admittedly may just be my personal tastes. I welcome other refs to weigh in with their take on it, as I know the line for equipment is pretty fuzzy. Mind, I trust you to not abuse these things, and I'm willing to approve the sheet based on that trust. But at the same time I'm cautious about any new players seeing the sheet and believing they can spend a few pp on Equipment and buy a utility belt full of PL8 exotic attacks, or using this sheet as an excuse when they try to play a character that's capable of going 6 levels over their PL limit (though the latter's at least easier to police when GMing).

"We should perhaps--" Indira and 'Indi' blinked, glanced at each other, and laughed - they'd said the same thing at the same time, presumably for the same reason. Still, that at least made the decision easier. The disguised aliens sat down in a corner of the closest training space they'd found and took a moment to just center themselves, focusing on what made them them and what made other people...not. It was one of those things they'd never really tried to explain to anyone but their incorporeal roommate, and even then they weren't sure it had made much sense. Still, it was supposed to help, or so those early school videos had said. When they were ready, they steadied themselves, put out one hand each, and ever so slowly moved their palms together...each watching the other's hand like they expected it to reach out and bite them. It took minutes of hesitating movement, but at long last, they touched.... ....and nothing happened. "" Indi smiled, letting his hand drop. "" "" "" It was Indira's turn to smile, now. "" And then the hammer she'd been hiding behind her back came down on him. He was quick to respond in kind, laughing.

"I think I'd go for one-at-a-time myself, yeah," Tarrant agreed, politely standing by with his sword now that he'd gotten a better feel for its weight and balance. Or as good a feel as he figured he was going to get as a relative non-expert. "I get the feeling you probably could take all of us, mind, but if we really wanted to we could always do it later. Besides, if we're all busy trying to attack you we can't watch what the others do - never hurts to get a little observing in." He paused as something occurred to him, and chuckled, adding, "Well, except for the unlucky person who goes first. I guess they'll benefit a little less."

Hm - Gabriel took off for the ceiling. Is the ceiling low enough that GK can't avoid hitting him while still hitting the grue on the ground? If GK can't hit one without hitting the other, I'll revise my action - GK isn't a friendly-fire kind of hero. EDIT: Discussed this with Supercape! Going to go ahead and nix the area attack entirely, as there are tactically appropriate applications but not ones that GK would prefer to use. Stupid characters overriding my sense of math. Rather than do a general area attack, he's gonna go ahead and play with an aspect of Autofire that doesn't see much use: multi-target attacks! He's going to aim for whatever three grue are unfortunate enough to be on his side of the let's-gang-up-on-Gabriel pile. Ranged Attack Rolls vs. Grue 1, 2, 3 (3-target autofire blast; -3 multi-target penalty, +2 All-Out Attack) (1d20 + 12 - 3 + 2=21, 1d20 + 12 - 3 + 2=30, 1d20 + 12 - 3 + 2=26) That middle attack is tempting! GK'll go ahead and cough up a hero point for Improved Critical this round, to make that a crit. DC27 Tou saves for any Grue that got rocked - DC32 for the one that was unlucky enough to get a crit. GK's down one hero point, and at -2 defense until his next turn.

Gaian Knight couldn't argue with results - if Gabriel was going to keep that up against the captain, the very least he could do would be to 'take care of the rabble'. "Right," he called back, and the elemental hero swept his arms out to the side. The stone that had attempted - and failed - to get a hold of the enemy captain shattered apart into a hundred blunt shards that hung in the air for a moment before being unleashed in a directed stream that swept across some of the gathered Grue like the oversized fire from some unseen earthen machine gun.

GK's gonna try to clear the room a little while Gabriel's free of the line of fire and the grue were nice enough to bunch up a little. He hits his shapeable area blast, DC21 Reflex / DC26/20 Toughness. For what it's worth, he does try to arrange things so that it hits as little as possible that isn't an enemy grue.

For a while Dragonfly didn't seem to do much of anything - she just crouched near the bomb, tilting her head at it and periodically shuffling a foot or two in one direction or the other to change her point of view. She didn't know how long it had been when she finally sat down, her armor making sitting cross-legged somewhat awkward but thankfully doable. [bg=#555555]"Good news: can probably fully disarm this and make it safe for transport. Without killing us. Bad news: have to disable it and do patch work before I can move it, even to fold it into my pocket. Need to separate components without causing leaks or premature detonation."[/bg] The heroine flexed her hands, plates on her gauntlets lifting apart as a dozen little tools on delicate, articulated arms folded out; she started gently pulling aside some of the wires. [bg=#555555]"Time wasn't kind. Don't know how long it will take; could be a while. But promising."[/bg]

Disable Device check (1d20 + 15=32) I am okay with this roll!

"You do not deserve to be called 'hunter'," Wraith grimly noted, casting her three-eyed gaze around the room. "You hunt the young and the weak - you steal infants and eggs nearly unable to defend themselves so that you may lock them in small cages and sell them to the...the irresponsible rich." She dug one of her clawed feet into the ground, apparently out of frustration. "If you wished for preservation, you would find a safe place for them to live as they are. If you wished for the hunt, you would not steal the young for profit. I believe that you are a terrible person, full of excuses."

"Mmh. Can do one thing: if I tell you to run, run. You and Steve leave, get out of the building, get people out of...mmmh." volume approximated to be estimated chemical decay approximate spread of chemical weapons in urban environment "....maybe several blocks at least. And then get anyone you can to help contain it. No weather types unless you know they're competent. Dangerous." Her choker flared as her suit washed over her, though she notably did not bring up her personal defenses - no sense putting that kind of interference anywhere near this thing. [bg=#555555]"So. Hello. You're kind of worse for wear. What do you have left in you....?"[/bg]

Will Save vs. Captain's Mental Blast, DC28 (1d20 + 9=26) A bruised brain!

Tagging this so that I don't forget it (again).

[bg=#555555]"Could have just asked caterers to provide good tea,"[/bg] Dragonfly pointed out. This being a Lab function, she'd had to come in her suit - though she'd apparently taken the time to spruce it up a bit. Not that it shone, of course, but it had a suspicious lack of recent damage or scuffing. She felt simultaneously out-of-place in her not-very-party-ish 'outfit'...and somewhat more comfortable than when she had to attend social functions for her own company without the benefit of a metal shell between her and other people. She was trying not to dwell on the implications of that. [bg=#555555]"Unless you just like the feeling of bringing your own tea. Understandable. Still. Might free up a pocket."[/bg]

"We did try to do this the nice way," Gaian Knight sighed. He held his hands up placatingly...but the gesture wasn't quite as innocent as it seemed. The scattered earth and stone from his pod-encasing structures stretched out, the extra material spreading across the ground and flowing upward in an attempt to grasp the Captain - the non-android one - in a cocoon of flowing rock. "One of these days, I'd really like to meet a crazy alien cult that just wants to sit down, have some coffee, and talk about things reasonably."

Well, GK being GK, let's at least try to slow that captain down. Snare time! Ranged Attack Roll vs. Captain (snare) (1d20 + 12=22) I...don't know if that hits! DC22 Reflex, if it does. GK's aiming to obscure all his senses, if the captain's bound. Rock cocoon! If the captain's a fancy enough grue he can probably shapeshift out, of course (shifting up insubstantial or a form that can escape), but hey. If nothing else, it'd take part of his turn to do so.

This character has been rebuilt and re-submitted; as this is the old sheet, it is being archived. The new sheet for this character may be found here.

:approved:

"Not unless they have pacemakers," Mara absently replied, borrowing a flashlight as she carefully made her way down into the crawlspace. "Or they're cyborgs. Very easy to find cyborgs - parts are a little smarter, like to talk. Can't always understand them, but much easier to notice. Otherwise, not really, unless I made something right now. Infravision, but that's it." She crouched, frowning, playing the light over the weapon. She could see it, in her head - pull it apart into pieces, turn each piece around to examine it. Unbidden, her brain did what it always did: it made the design better, rearranging bits and replacing parts in ways that would make the thing safer to transport, more lethal, larger blast radius or even a more selective weapon if friendly targets were smart enough to-- no - none of that She brushed the thought away like a cobweb, frowning as the motion caught an actual cobweb, too. "You two are done. Go away," she called back toward the hole, and then blinked. "....sorry. Harsher than intended. Thank you, but better for you to be at a safe distance. Will be more help outside. Point my employees my way if you see them, though, so they know where I am when they're done."

Mara sighed, making her way back out the front door and toward the first intelligent-looking member of law enforcement she could find. "Hey," she said - not so much a greeting as an attempt to get their attention - looking far less concerned than one imagined she should be given the noise coming from the top of the building behind her. She still looked plenty grumpy at the worsening situation, though. "Might want to hurry. Was told the...bomb...was in the crawlspace. Know where, exactly? Saves time searching for it, lets us start planning while building is cleared out. Basic instructions fine, if you don't want to go back in. Understandable."

Wraith managed to jump off the plane just before it hit the ground, letting the forward momentum help to carry her on toward the only target she was confident she could reach. She was almost grateful for her awkward human legs: they weren't quite as good as making your own, but they gave her time to figure out what in the world she was going to do when she got where she was going. Even then, she was almost within striking range of Argo before deciding that shaping her mind instead of her body was probably more suited to her current strengths. A long, curved blade-on-a-tendril of purple energy unwound itself from somewhere behind her and lashed out, jabbing into the villain like an awful boneless scorpion tail as she closed in on him.