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"I- I do not do a thing with my eyes," Indira defended, though it was largely in jest; Kimber's obvious distress sobered her up fairly quickly. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees and hands clasped together in front of her. "I promise to not repeat anything you choose to share," she replied, quietly. "I doubt that any of us could keep great secrets from Eve if she found herself truly determined, but I do not think that she would violate our friendship to do so, and I promise I will volunteer nothing. What bothers you?"
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"Over here," bade a seemingly-prescient voice from a left-hand door near the end of the hall - though if the lobby had been any indication, it likely had less to do with future-sight and more to do with the camera near the elevators. It, like its companions downstairs, had turned to track the Scarab's arrival. Ms. Hallomen herself was...visually underwhelming. Slightly under average height, dirty blonde hair pulled back to keep it out of her way as she sat tinkering with an indistinct mass of plastic and wiring. Even the room itself was more workshop than meeting room, for all that it had clearly been designed with meetings in mind - most of the table was dominated by tools and parts and oil rags, the last of which Mara picked up to wipe her hands with. "Hello," she greeted, sizing her visitor up with dark blue eyes that had not gotten nearly enough sleep. "Never good when heroes show up here. Hoping your suitcase isn't explosive, but evacuated lab under this room anyway. Hope you don't mind."
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"...slightly concerned," Dragonfly noted, taking a better look at their surroundings now that there wasn't an avatar to focus on. "I am, I mean. Securing aid of Gorgon is good; better than hoped for, given circumstances. Little things are more concerning, though. In concert." Though there was no visible, physical signal from the armored heroine, space around her twisted in on itself - where once there had been air now hovered a half-dozen football-sized drones, one end blunted into a single, glowing blue eye. With a wave, she sent them scattering to poke around the dome. "Hard to think she'd live this long without having...infection...before now? And cutting out suddenly seems unlike her. ....insufficiently grand. Maybe nothing. Worrying."
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"Aw, for...." Eclipse wheeled around, the twin barrels of her blaster still visibly hot and steaming after taking down a not-insignificant chunk of the ambushing antibodies. "Double time, soldiers!" she shouted, zooming in on Corona's assault against the less intimidating force. How many...? Too many. "You don't slow down for ANYTHING but a fallen friend," she ordered, "And only if you can get them up and out before that thing catches the lot of you. Now c'mon!" Today, apparently, wasn't her blaster's day to take it easy. Bolts of hot plasma joined Corona's more explosive counterparts as she sprinted forward, too-slowly whittling away at the barrier between them and success.
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Welp. In the interests of not being a standing target for the big ol' Mr. Mole, Eclipse'll have to shoot on the move. And I'm too tired to do fancy math on Power Attack or such, so: Ranged Attack Roll vs. Antibody Battalion: 1d20+13 22 Blast 7 - DC22 Toughness, nothing fancy, no frills or tricks..
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For a minute, it didn't look like the receptionist was going to reply - she sat there, blankly, eyes sliding between the Scarab and her suitcase and back, apparently trying to figure out how you respond to a legion of voices inside your own head. Eventually, and never taking her eyes off the Scarab, she reached out to hit a button hidden behind the front edge of the reception desk. "...hey boss...? You've...got a visitor." The reply from the headset she was wearing wasn't audible, but it didn't seem to put her any more at ease. "Ah...no, boss. Walk-in, I think. You'll...want to take it." There were two cameras over the reception desk, for a well-covered view of the lobby - and both turned to focus on the armored arrival, quietly clicking as they served as someone else's eyes. ".....sure, boss," the receptionist responded, hesitating. "And...when is Jonathan back from paternity leave? I'd really like him back on the desk so that I don't have--" The light on her headset had gone out; she winced, sighed, and gestured to her right. "Ms. Hallomen will see you upstairs, on the third floor. The elevator will take you there, and then it's just down the hall. Or there's a, um, flier's entrance from the third-floor patio that'll put you about halfway down that same hallway. I can unlock that from here if you prefer."
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"Of course," Indira invited; she'd been reading, in human form no less...or, at least, she'd been mostly reading. While ever polite and courteous, her trust was hard-won and it was unlikely to be a secret that she still didn't quite trust Tarva. It was something in the way she watched the woman - the way she always kept track of where Tarva was, the way she watched her like a parent who isn't entirely sure if the kids' new dog was a family friend or secretly rabid. She hoped for the former, but seemed prepared for the latter. Still, this trip was for...if not happier things, at least important things. She quietly marked her place and set her book aside, folding her hands in her khaki-clad lap, smiling. "I...did not wish to intrude, but you know that you may always ask or tell me anything. I was afraid that if you took too much longer I would have to ask you."
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Wraith made a low rattling sound, rising up onto her hind legs - they remained thick and powerful, but her upper body adjusted for her new posture, arms thinning and twisting into whip-like tendrils tipped with wicked, over-sized knives for fingers. By the time she launched herself at the enemy even her head had returned to being sleek and featureless, save for three solid, focused eyes. A mass of metal her size had little right to be graceful, but that wasn't about to stop her; rather than plowing into her first target she dug in with her claws and flipped over it, heavily-taloned feet digging into its back to launch her forward into the melee. The one she landed on was less lucky: the impact of her weight drove it into the ground, injured, and it had to wait as she eviscerated its nearby companion before she could shift her weight and grant it a final mercy. "We must be swift," she noted in a far-too-calm voice. "This is likely to attract attention."
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Toughness Save vs. Antibody, DC23: 1d20+15 32 Huzzah!
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Unarchiving at player request.
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Move Action: Shapeshift. Elongation 2 (+10') [2pp] Speed 1 (10mph / 100 feet per Move Action) [1pp] Strike 5 (Feats: Mighty, Power Attack) [7pp] [2 + 1 + 7 = 10/10pp] Standard Action: Charge! She'll also power attack and take ten, for giggles. 20 seems a nice round number - melee attack +12, charge +2, so power attack -4/+4 for an attack 'roll' of 20. DC31 Toughness for the antibodies, and she'll takedown attack any baddy in range if they fall. Wraith is at -2 defense until her next turn.
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"Air support," Eclipse muttered to herself, turning her head for a moment to survey the battlefield...and, in her vision, paint targets on her enemies, each lighting up with a crosshair only she could see. Her thumb flicked something on the inside of her pistol, and it began to make a rather ominous humming noise. "That's something, at least." She was barely recognizable when she burst into motion - gone was the jovial, laid-back Alarian, and in her place walked something with the precision and economy of motion of a special ops veteran or an expert mercenary. Her pistol, held with both hands, spat plasma like a rifle twice its size, laying target out of target out while its wielder used natural agility and her tail to keep an inch out of harms way. "FORM UP!" she barked as the group her squad was fighting started to thin out. One swizzling bolt knocked one of the diggers clear off Jacia, tearing through the air an inch from her face to eat a hole in her assaulter - and it had barely landed before two more followed, shot through the now-vacant air to burn the back of one occupying one of her heavy-hitters. "Defensive posture! No backs to the enemy, no openings! Give them nothing, and push!"
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Not certain I have an IC post in me tonight, but I can at least get the OOC rolling: Eclipse has an area attack and she's keen to use it. Attack Roll vs. Antibodies (blaster, Targeted Cone): 1d20+13 21 Selective, Area, Cone. DC22 Toughness vs. damage base, and if my tired brain is reading Golden Age right, the Area extra gives it another +2 for DC24. She's also going to try to get them to fight defensively, assuming they'll listen.
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"Everything," Dragonfly answered - she hadn't really been asked, but she had the answer. Half of one, anyway. "Communion is a threat to everybody; has managed to band everyone against it. Lor, Khan, independents. Dragged Earth - terrans? - into space, too; you know what we're like." She shrugged, turning her head upwards to watch the improvised fungicide put into action. "Fight with us, everyone is alongside you. Fleets, individual powers, all of it. Everyone smart and not cowardly, anyway. Always runners, idiots. Underestimators of threat posed. They won't be there."
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Initiative Roll: 1d20+7 9
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Reflex Save: 1d20+9 23 Wooo
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Eclipse made a quick turn, scanning their surroundings - literally and figuratively - from where she and her team had picked up the right flank of their merry troops of ne'er-do-wells. Nothing to the sides, nothing up- or down-canyon, as far as she could see (which was considerably further than most), which meant.... She swore in her native tongue, hand going for her blaster and her tail crackling like a whip as it extended to full length, at least a foot of wicked blade sliding out the end of it. "DIGGERS!" she shouted, planting her feet and looking around at the ground. Where...? "They've either got tunnels or they're makin' their own! They may or may not be comin' for us, but either way spread out, don't let them get everyone at once if they dig up or collapse holes!"
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Notice Check: 1d20+10 16 (booo, Eclipse!) Knowledge (Tactics) Check: 1d20+10 26 She does, at least, boast some half-decent super-senses: Super-Senses 7 (Analytical Vision [all], Extended Audio [normal], Extended Vision [normal], Infravision, Ultra-Hearing, Ultravision) [7pp] (cyber-eyes, ear implants)
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Tagging, lest I forget it exists.
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"They aren't sapient," Mara countered, already bringing the feed up on her display. "Sub-sapient hive mind. Empathetic actualization engine. Easier to feed raw information and processed sensory data than translate into language; algorithm's less lossy....besides, humor requires higher intelligence for translation and context. Don't think of them like people. Think of them like really smart dogs. Or a really smart dog, with lots of bodies. I guess. Depending." She paused, frozen for a beat the way she often did when something turned over in her head. "....do not play fetch with my drone AIs." She drew some hair back behind an ear, frowning at one of the graphs - live data, apparently - that had accompanied the video of their lurker. "....agree with their findings, though. Statistically unlikely given known traffic in area. Worth investigating. Pleased they reported to you, actually; means they recognized you as a person. Proud of them. Volunteers to check out our guest?"
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"Nah, Alarians don't have tails - well, except for me, I guess," Eclipse was explaining. She chuckled, tail gently flexing through the air like it had heard her. Its vertebrae-like segments clicked softly as she flexed it. "And we heal pretty well - better'n most - so we don't need cybernetics much. But some stuff you just can't heal back from, y'know? Someone way back cracked the trick of keeping our immune systems from rejecting them - special metals and all, from before the empire fell - for when it was needed." Her tone was friendly, but her gaze was sharp - glowing purple irises scanned their surroundings, constantly, and careful study could spot them rotating a bit as she made use of some more-than-biological functions. "I could maybe heal a damaged eye, but y'burn them out of my head and I might not come back from that on my own." "Burn...?" "But the tail," she grinned. "Well. If they're going to replace most of your spine anyway, you may as well get your money's worth, right?"
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Whatever the antibody invaders had hit Tiamat with, they seemed to have hit her but good - she spent much of the fight disoriented and sluggish, barely putting up a fight and certainly not accomplishing much. It was, oddly, the loss of the fighting that seemed to snap her out of it. The sheer, dual affront of being saved by Frost and the retreat of her enemies brought something awful out of her; for a moment it looked like something was straining just under the surface, something far, far bigger than she was fighting to break out of a too-small cage. Her head snapped forward as the last of the antibodies disappeared, and with an inhuman snarl (and a quick hand on a nearby door frame for leverage) she stretched her jaws open wide and spewed a column of fire down the corridor and into the darkness. There was nothing there - newly-scorched walls and holes of less-than-mysterious origin, illuminated by her ire as it ate its way down the hallway. She snapped her mouth shut with a snarl, the last of her fire leaking behind her teeth and, just briefly, making her more dragon than woman. "Tiamat here," she announced, putting a hand to her ear...and pointedly disregarding Frost's firehose, which she gave a look somewhere between confusion and contempt. "They're in the structure - had some tear open wall panels to escape. I doubt this was the only group to think of that. Watch your backs."
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Fortitude Save vs. Dazed, DC20 (+1 cumulative bonus) (1d20 + 10 + 1=15) ....baaaah, ridiculous. For the sake of her ego, I'll hero point to reroll - which she can't possibly fail. GK loses 1HP. EDIT: scratch the poor idea that was previously here, just saw the last bit of the IC post. Tiamat will, possibly unwisely, breathe fire down toward where the antibodies are/were. Rank 8 cone attack, fire, DC18 Reflex for half / DC23 toughness vs. damage if anything's caught in it, and hopefully it'll shed some light on their enemies (or their absence). How fortunate that Frost is nearby and won't be caught in the attack.
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"What sacrifice are you willing to make?" Dragonfly responded - she started to flare her wings, to follow Deep Freeze upward, but at the Gorgon's mention of sacrifice they flickered and died again. 'Sister-daughter-army' didn't help, either. "You are extremely powerful, but not...all powerful. And you have your mission. Communion is growing to unmanageable strength, breadth - too large an infection for any single entity to deal with. And exploding planets," she added, gesturing toward the unseen gas giant. "Blowing them up, creating wormholes. Planet, inhabitants, uniqueness, completely lost. Even best case, conversion rather than destruction, complete loss and corruption of inhabitants and features." "Infections grow exponentially. True of viruses, mechanical and biological. True of planet-exploding, world-erasing Communion, too. They threaten you as much as us - now, or soon. Sooner than you can build many children."
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"Could find you a supervillain," Mara dryly offered, without looking up from a hologram display of what looked, suspiciously, less like a building defense and more like Yolanda's kata demonstration from the perspective of a drone camera. Her smile wasn't visible with her back turned, but it could be heard at the edges of her voice. "Several, probably. Unsure what a group of supervillains is called. Monologue?" She turned her head to raise an eyebrow at him. "Could find you a monologue of supervillains, to ease boredom. Preferences? Science? Magic? Magic science?"
