Fox

Poker Roll (1d20=15) Better than Fusion! Not as good as Sil or Jill.

"Will not," Dragonfly scowled, pointing at nothing in particular, "work on weaponry. For any reason. For any client. Manhattan Projects will happen without my input or help." too much of that legacy already She frowned, settling back into the chair a bit. "Admit it has...perks. Do enjoy helping on other projects. Interesting to see how others did things, how they can be improved, or bring...phrase. Fresh eyes?, to a design that doesn't work correctly yet. Has its own...don't want to say 'charm', but appeal, at least. Otherwise admit I prefer working alone...easier to think without people around. Teamwork experience has obviously served you well, though. Harvard, ASTRO. Impressive."

"Sounds nice," Dragonfly admitted, biting her lip. "Not...can't say I feel like an outsider. Have been very accommodating so far. But feels more like...business venture, than home, or community. Don't know. Will maybe adjust...not used to working in a group, and very much not used to being...in charge. Glad to leave that to more capable hands, but still a founder, which is....odd. Don't know." She shook her head, clearing the thought away. "Do hope we do good things here, though. Minds and facilities should turn out great works. Hopefully. And eventually."

Dragonfly frowned a bit, looking back up at the ceiling. "Not...sure. Useful to have a spare bed on this side of town, but...not used to having a desk. Like the desk I have - old, solid wood; metal or plastic felt...impersonal - but not fond of paperwork and don't anticipate having to meet many people there. Will probably use it for extra workspace. Gadgets and inventions small enough, or that I want to keep private. Mostly...mostly accepted and chose the office for the view. Private space is good, but could have claimed a workshop for that. Very nice view...caught a look at it during building, close to sunset. Can see half the district. Worth any amount of paperwork."

"Mmh," Dragonfly said (noised?), shaking her head. "Yes, they have. Can't blame them. No. Scotch, I mean. Thank you. Stick to wine, myself, and only a glass or two at a time. Lightweight. Not enough body mass." She frowned for a moment, shifting her gaze from the ceiling to Gossamer. "....sorry for the phone trick. Need to learn to not do that. Probably impolite. Always careful to not look at personal information, but...still. Getting better, at least. No longer too tempted to re-write the phone software. Just...could be so much better. But voids the warranty."

Dragonfly frowned at her cards for a moment, glad she hadn't taken the conversation anywhere too awkward or disrupting. "True," she noted, not looking too concerned as she placed two cards into the pile, a $5 chip close on their heels to join the pot. "Problems tend to be less potential for misuse, and more how common misuse is. Robotics in general sees too much abuse. Try not to let the actions of a few reflect too badly on the Japanese, however, personally. Some...less tasteful applications of engineering, certainly more than most countries, but they also...mmh. Come close to dominating the industry. Doc Otaku, yes, but also small companies pushing the science and getting no recognition because they don't make it....creepy. Victory...mmh." She shook her head. "Suspect he gets so...advertised to help maintain funding. Can't blame them. Apparently do very good work."

Dragonfly made a noise that was half startled exclamation and half Spanish cuss, rearing back as the starfish tried to...well, she preferred not to think about what it was trying to do, getting entirely too close-up a view of the thing flailing on her force field. Casting a glance around - as much as she could with the hybrid monstrosity taking up most of her vision - she grabbed a clear plastic supply crate, unceremoniously emptying its contents onto the ground and throwing her new friend inside. The lid was immediately snapped shut, with a heavy, bullet-riddled piece of equipment thrown on top for good measure. She caught her breath, watching the starfish and scowling, trying to get her nerves settled again. "Good news, bad news. Good news: creature was extracted from Harrison, and contained. Unless it can eat through plastic. Will watch it. Bad news: creature is extremely dangerous, and very fast for its size. Jumped for my face...force field kept it away, but could have lived without seeing it in that much detail. Inclined to agree with Protectron...bad implications in that combination. Any suggestions?"

Dragonfly's hand shot out, interrupting the placement of the helmet to press down as hard as she could on the skin around the...thing...in an attempt to stop it before it could make it to where ever it was going. "May not be that simple anymore," Dragonfly tersely commented over the link, gesturing at Tyrone and miming cutting something free with a knife. "Have spotted an unknown...unknown. Life form, perhaps. Reminiscent of a starfish, but is...under Commander Harrison's skin. Neck. Moving, extremely gross...will attempt extraction if possible. Keep you appraised."

This time it was Dragonfly's turn to swear, copiously, and in Russian. "Possible viral hazard!" she announced, grabbing an environmental suit off a nearby pile of supplies that hadn't quite made it to where they were supposed to go. "Airborne vector. Suit up immediately, and report any signs of illness or strange behavior." She brought her force field down only long enough to slip into the suit, costume and all, thankful that the one-size-fits-all sleeves could accommodate her gauntlets. She was reconfiguring her force field to operate outside the suit's profile when she glanced down at the still-unconscious Harrison. She hesitated, scowled, but finally - swearing in Japanese this time - made her way over to zip-tie the ex-assailant's hands and (with the aid of someone already in a suit) stuff her into an environmental suit of her own. That done, and muttering something about going too soft, Dragonfly brought her commlink back up. "Miss Americana - not familiar with Legion. Effects to watch for?"

Dragonfly bit her lip, looking down at the unconscious commander and then back up at the lake, where Protectron was dimly visible in the silt around the satellite. "....agreed, provisionally," she noted over the communicators, tapping a finger on the table that used to hold quite a lot of very expensive electronics. "Satellite recovery should be suspended, for now. Coincidence of unusual betrayal and the fallen satellite is...improbable...but the satellite may offer insight if they're connected. Something we aren't supposed to see, or...mmh." Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap went the finger as she frowned, looking around at the assorted people and again out at the lake. hate deciding "Protectron...if you're able and willing, recommending that we continue to investigate the satellite. Investigation only - retrieval may need to wait until we know more, but if you can learn anything without disturbing it too much, it could be...helpful."

"Mmh. Earwig communicators. Yes, have built them before. Don't...have any on hand to give out," she replied, frowning for a moment. well - do - but recent recovery - built to release lethal toxin on command - still need to destroy them - don't say that "Small circuitry work. Might take a bit. Would have it done at least by the time I got security done on your headquarters, I think." She paused, and added, "Worth noting that mask, as-is, cannot actually track radio signals. Receive, yes. Track to a source, unlikely. Did you want that ability?"

Dragonfly let go of the charge of twisted space she'd been building, letting it dissipate as the commander got knocked out from behind. "Don't know. Thank you. Be quiet. Handcuff her if possible. Miss Americana," she said, in rapid, curt succession, that last name directed over the communicators as she pointed to a couple people that she recognized from the medical floors of the Lab, motioning them over. "Will send medical staff your way. Be aware: Commander Harrison just opened fire on me, destroying equipment and endangering personnel. Kept her distracted until Sharl punched her out, but have no explanations so far. No serious injuries. Doubt I need to say it, but without better information, recommending...extreme caution around anyone we do not personally know. Will keep you updated." She scowled, all business now, and surprisingly assertive on the tide of getting-shot-at adrenaline and the absence of a more imposing personality. "Sharl. Thank you, again. Please see a medic safely to Miss Americana? The other should stay here and make sure no one took serious injury from shrapnel or stray bullets. Not entirely sure what you're capable of, but if you can fly them out, that would be best. Protectron - assuming you were listening - found anything so far to offer insight?"

Dragonfly blinked, having thankfully been spared the magazine of bullets, her head whipping around at her visor's alert just in time to see them scatter into the equipment in front of her. One of the few benefits of picking constant fights with arms dealers, at least, was reasonable combat reflexes - in a smooth series of thoughts and motions, the engineer brought up her force field, stood up to face the Harrison, and returned fire, though the scattering shrapnel and sparks threw her aim off more than a bit. what "What-"

Ranged Attack Roll vs. Commander Harrison (blast) (1d20 + 9=13) Hrumble grumble.....on the oh-so-low chance that hits, it's a DC24 Toughness save.

Dragonfly frowned, some itching part of her brain alerting her to a filtered-out bit of sound she should probably be aware of. She removed her attention from the equipment, holding out a hand to silence nearby workers as she tried to focus on...what was that? cannot possibly be what it sounds like - not sure where it's coming from - what in the world...? She nodded, frowning, calculating Miss Americana's vector in her head and trying to match it up with what she knew of the area. motor court? - very odd - mmh - wait - rapport? She glanced around at the silenced workers, scowling. One of them laughed a little to himself, which only made her scowl a bit more and turn back to monitoring the undersea heroes. hmph

"Video Head?" Dragonfly tilted her head, lights dancing behind her visor, behind her eyes, as an old flatscreen monitor propped up in one corner of the kitchen counter flickered to life, cycling rapidly through a satellite map of the city. "Do now. Let me know when you're ready, I'll come take a look. And yes," she added, making a face, "certainly don't plan to let him touch things. Do remember how he became Creature Feature to begin with. Nice boy. Not to be trusted around unknown technology. Ever. ....for any reason."

Dragonfly had actually gotten sleep, for once, and had the poetic mind to look around and appreciate the peace of their surroundings before things had really started. nice place - vacation? - no time - still - good to get out of the city Once people had started work she snapped out of it, though, rather mercilessly watching and correcting some of the civilian staff (who, to their credit, had apparently worked with her before and took it in good humor; it helped that she was pitching in as much as they were) as they got equipment set up and ready. "Yes," the engineer replied, a waving hand peeking out from somewhere behind a large snarl of wires. "Please be careful. Don't want to damage anything."

"Mmh." Dragonfly gestured with a fork, nodding and swallowing a mouthful of soda. "That I will help with," she assured, and gestured vaguely back toward the junk filling the warehouse. "As an outside contractor. And for free. Important to have good security on a base, if you want a base. 's why the surrounding blocks here are relatively clean. Warehouse has a...reputation." She grinned a bit at that, looking awfully predatory for a moment. "They don't know what's here, just that it's...fortified. Local gangs learned quickly. Attempts to break in are met with defensive systems. Gangs that cause trouble happen to get hit later by a crazy woman with high-tech gauntlets. Very mysterious."

Dragonfly scowled, frowning at Knuckles like she wanted to put holes through his head with her eyes. "Know the type," she commented, pulling out some zip-ties. "Too good at what they do. But not good at keeping it from hurting others. If they even try." She shook her head, going about tying the unconscious villains up. "Ghosts happier, now? Or...less frantic and angry, at least?"

Dragonfly nodded, sipping her drink. "Good name," she agreed, trying to imagine Creature Feature arguing with himself...and himself and himself and himself. It was surprisingly easy to envision. "Would help, but...have no names to offer. Don't know many heroes out here. A couple on the West End, but they have a team that keeps them busy. Part of the reason it's bad out here, I think. West End and Greenbank doesn't have the...presence. Or the population to justify it, sometimes." She shrugged, shaking her head. "Sometimes tempted to build a small army of drones and sweep the area. Probably wouldn't be wise. Fun, though."

Dragonfly frowned, and opened her mouth to reply...until noting that she'd been asked to properly consider it. So she did, the end of the fork twirling in front of her face as she mulled it over. "....no," she finally said, pulling the fork out of her mouth. "Suspect you came as a...phrase. 'Long shot', anyway. But no...don't really...mmh. Not a 'team' person. Even the Lab isn't...mmh. Either not a team, or a special exception. Depending on perspective." She shook her head, looking a bit apologetic. "Will help if you ever need help, but only as much as I would or wouldn't help anyone I know and like. No teams. ....sorry."

"Solo....Doc Otaku?" Dragonfly distractedly asked, frowning at her cards and trying to run numbers in her head while she conversed. "Not fond of the name. Or his style. Still, does impressive work; would very much enjoy getting my hands on one of his creations." She tilted her head, reaching for some chips...and paused, blinking as she realized just how that sounded. "....for science. To research, I mean," she backpedaled, glancing up at Fusion and then at Jill, and back again. "Take apart. Have no respect for the creator, but the creations are well-made by all indications. Engineering curiosity. Would learn a lot. Haven't built in that style - usually stick to steel and glass, bypasses challenges...in...mmh...." Her head sunk back down on her shoulders, partly hiding her face behind her cards. "....n...nevermind."

Dragonfly signed the papers and shook the offered hand, somewhat unenthusiastically, but waited until the commander had left the room and the door was shut again before sighing and slumping down in her chair, muttering something to herself about government contracts. red tape and secrets - could build a whole new satellite out of them - probably will by the end of the year "So," she offered, reaching under her visor to rub the bridge of her nose. "Crashed government satellite performing unknown experiments on Grue samples. Failed for unknown reasons, thankfully away from dense population, with...mmh. 'Small amount of environmental contamination.' Forgetting anything?"

Dragonfly raised her eyebrows, but nodded. "True. Wouldn't expect anything in an oven. Might even search for loose floorboards first. Testing is...mmh. Mostly true. Tend to have multiple projects at once, but don't consider them complete until they work as they should. Perfectionist, maybe. Useful quality when bending space. Otherwise...working with or around problems likely works well. Better under time constraints, certainly. Useful, pragmatic solutions, too - oven becomes convenient storage. Clever." She glanced around her warehouse, pulling a face. "Running out of storage, myself. May end up having to build a store room that's bigger on the inside. Or acquire a second warehouse. Expensive, though. Abandoned or not, warehouses require funds. And renovation."

The corner of Dragonfly's mouth tugged into a ghost of a smile, glancing over at Puppy. "No. Danger avoidance is the most developed part of the AI. Usually avoids anything that could do serious damage. Would feel bad if it got hurt. Testing zone isn't...as haphazard as it looks, anyway. Multiple safeties. Automatically stops tests if it detects anomalies like extra or moving mass." She shook her head, returning to the topic at hand. "Ironclad...public identity. No power from unmasking that a Google search wouldn't grant. Understand, however. Knowledge is power, power is dangerous. Didn't consider implications of private space... apologies."