Azuth65

And attack the goons, 1d20+13=16, nope. Nikolai's attack: 1d20+12=27, mook 1's save, 1d20+5=6 Five mooks attack, 1d20+4=not one hit

OoC for Red Flag. Init rolls Wisp: 1d20+11=26 Armored authority figure: 1d20+6=7 Mooks (PL 6 tracers from Instant Superheroes): 1d20+2=7

Rising from the wreckage stood a masculine form, covered head to toe in steel grey armor. On one shoulder the hammer and sickle of Soviet Russian's flag had been stamped into the metal but the indentation had been painted over with the flag of the Russian Federation. <<"Stand down and you will not be harmed,">> the armored suit boomed in Russian, <<"I am here for Vladimir Petrovitch. Russian officials have approved his extradition back to Moscow.">> The only response the armored man received was a short hail of gunfire from the half dozen men on the lawn. Wisp had to dodge a few bullets that missed their target and sailed past her to strike an empty car a few houses down. Looking around she assessed the situation and readied herself for a fight.

Just as Wisp was about to make her move to relocate across the street a brilliant streak of light shot across the sky before dropping down into the driveway, crushing one of the dark colored sport utility vehicles like an empty beer can beneath a stomping boot. The guards yelled something in Russian the teleporter could not make out from this distance. Cursing to herself she took a deep breath and willed herself across the street, appearing on the far side of the truck in a crouch surrounded by a plume of bi-colored smoke she hoped to get a better look at what crushed the vehicle.

Victoria Knight stood atop the foreclosed and empty house that she knew would in all likelihood have a meth lab springing up inside of it any day now. But for now, she was focused instead on the house across the street. It was the nicest on the block, which admittedly was not saying much but she figured it had something to do with the men she had seen carrying guns roaming about the property. Her patrol had lead her to this section of town after seeing some suspicious looking men, speaking in Russian loading an SUV with plastic bins. She would would have thought nothing of it until one man dropped his bin and dozens of small plastic bags filled with either green plant remains or white powder.

Vicky slipped out of her shoes, leaving them next to the rows of shoes in the rack by the door. The freedom of her toes from the pinching of the shoes was a sudden and welcome change. Being lead by Galanta towards the table, the sights and smells of the feast spread out all but made the young woman's mouth water. Trying to swallow her accent she replied, "Thank you for inviting us." Taking her seat she waited for everyone else to do the same. Almost forgetting her dark tinted sunglasses she reached up and pulled them from her face, sticking them in the bag she hung on the back of her chair. "Sorry, I'm so used to wearing them sometimes I forget to pull them off."

Now seems like a good time for an initiative roll, huh? Our foes for this bit of combat will be using the Soldier archetype from the core book with the descriptor changed on their ranged weapon from assault rifle to revolvers-with-super-.38 rounds. And brought up to PL6. Mooks: 1d20+1=13, 19 Silver Spider: 1d20+9=12

Shards of glass fell into the warehouse, bouncing off crates and landing on the bare cement floor. As Voltage lowered himself into the building, he saw the two men come running around a wall formed from shelves filled from top to bottom with boxes. He also saw the weapons each carried, they were indeed revolvers as Silver Spider had noted but the way the cylinders glowed with their own light lead the young genius to believe they had some rather abnormal ammunition on hand. Both men stopped, leveled their weapons and thumbed back the hammers on their snub-nose weapons. The one who had been giving the orders, Vinny, was about to say something when the sound of a door slamming shut boomed through the building, taking their eyes from the flying superhero.

Silver Spider rose from a crouch next to the remaining villain after double checking her binding. Glad her eyes were hidden behind her mask, she glanced over the Bee-Keeper's costume, impressed with the craftsmanship of the powered armor. Noticing him favoring his arm she asked, "Is your arm okay? You seem to be in some pain." Seeing Starlight healing the injured guards, the arachnid themed heroine breathed a small sigh of relief. Her medical knowledge was little more than enough for basic first aid and the thieves seemed to have done some pretty severe damage. To one of the guards she asked, "Do you know the average response time for emergency services?"

Wisp mulled over Myrmidon's comment about their destination being some sort of cargo ship or something outside of United States waters. She refrained from commenting about being able to pilot a boat, instead hoping John had some knowledge rattling around in his head from the the imperfect imprinting process he had been grown with. The teleporter nodded in agreement about the plan to hide the crystals, "If I had some skill at pick pocketing, I'd try and slip one into a part of the big guy's armor so it could fall at just the right moment to further play up the double cross charade." With her comments added to the discussion and the other guards informed of incoming company, it took only a few minutes to get the back of the remaining trucks emptied for Daka crystals and armed guards.

Silver Spider blinked her eyes rapidly to try and clear the spots from her vision from the brilliance of Starlight's light pulse. When her sight was clear she noticed the jerk with the ball bearings and her accomplice with shadowy tendrils were gone. Their last companion however remained where he had fallen, still unconscious. Thinking quickly, the woman checked the fluid levels in her current cartridges as she moved over to the lone thief. Not wanting to give him a chance to escape she unloaded both across his prone form, leaving only his face exposed. Turning to look at the other two superheroes she raised a hand and said somewhat awkwardly, "Salutations."

Silver nodded her agreement, "Good plan." Before moving to get into position she tapped her right ear through the mask and asked, "Do you have a commlink? Separating without a way to keep in contact is just asking for trouble." With the plan in place, the silver-clad scientist crept over to the ledge and stepped directly off. With a minor effort of concentration she altered her personal graviton field and instead of falling twenty feet to cement steps, she instead only dropped three inches and was standing on the wall of the building as if it was the ground. Holding still she waited for the sound of shattering glass to signal her to move in.

"Indeed. Think we should drop in through the skylight, the front door, or make them come to us by stealing their truck?" Silver Spider asked, looking over her shoulder at the small sliver of truck still visible from their current position on the rooftop. Returning her attention to Voltage she clasped her hands behind her back, vaguely wishing she had made her costume's pants with pockets. "Aside from what they're in the process of loading, I didn't see them carrying anything heavier than a couple of revolvers."

Jennifer held a hand directly in front of the lens of Jack's backup camera, though making sure to avoid physical contact with the man or his equipment. "That is an interesting theory, given the only thing she purchased was a mouth guard and a pair of MMA gloves." Thinking of her sister working on her law degree at Harvard she added, "And do be careful with how loud you yell such things, there are still defamation laws." The ebony scientist's attention had been grabbed by the mention of Max and Whizz, the former she'd heard of and even broken up a few sales of in her costumed identity but the latter was a new one to her. Maybe it's a new variant of Zoom? she wondered to herself.

Rubbing the back of her head, Wisp still looked pretty embarrassed for her lack of forethought. "Again, sorry Helena." Explaining her plan, the teleporter started, "It might be for the best though if you share the plan with them. My idea was to get all three of you together so when we land in the mastermind's hideout, I can get you all out what will likely be a shooting gallery in one jump while my partner here drops a flash-bang or does something else equally distracting. If any of you can pilot one of the helicopters currently carrying us, that would certainly be an asset." She shot John a knowing smile, "Myr is very creative when it comes to causing trouble for our adversaries, he only has four settings; 'broke', 'blind', 'bedlam', and 'all of the above'." "Questions, comments, opinions?" she asked two others.

Though she did not show it, partly due to the mask covering her face and partly due to controlled body language, she was relieved that Voltage was coming from an outside paper trail. "Something similar indeed," Silver replied. Holding out a hand, she took a step closer, "Nice to meet you, I go by Silver Spider." She eyed his costume, she noticed the apparent circuitry pattern running across the entirety of black material. He certainly knows how to make a handsome costume. I wonder if his flight and that spark were from well hidden aspects of the suit or his own powers, she considered from behind her mask. Nodding towards a grim covered skylight she commented, "Not sure if you heard what those bozos were moving but they've managed to get their hands on some prototype technology Owens Enterprises had developed for the Department of Defense. I don't know what exactly they have but the possibilities range from high end body armor to something like a laser hand grenade."

Silver Spider had just finished creeping up the side of the truck and was listening through the gap between the loading dock and the truck itself, only hearing a few grunts of effort and the thud of hard plastic cases being impacted. The tiny spark in the corner of her eye caused her to look up and spot the young man floating not far above her. Her thoughts raced through her head but she came quickly to the conclusion that if he was an enemy, he'd wasted a perfectly good chance to zap-cook her. Either he's here for the same thing I am, in which case I need to fire our cyber-security adviser if he found out the same way I did, or he wants to chat before throwing down. Either way, the top of a truck is a bad place for that, she reasoned. Timing it just right to avoid being noticed, the athletic genius leaped from truck, shot a line of webbing onto the corner of the roof and swung up and onto the roof with hardly a sound. Once away from the vehicle she silently waved other person down.

Silver Spider shook her head, the blurriness in her vision from the last round of metal spheres impacting her head fading, as she pulled herself to her feet. Okay, so the w.e.b.-shooters seem to be off. Time for plan B, she thought groggily. Letting loose a stream of the fluid from her wrist-mounted weapons, she pulled back on the semi-elastic line and sent herself hurtling at Ricochet feet-first. The heels of her costume's boots connected with the woman's midsection and using the momentum, Silver altered the course of her swing to fly backwards and drop behind the display cases running down the middle of the hallway.

Move action 0.5: Web-swing over to Ricochet. Move-by-action: Kick her, 1d20+13=31 Move action the second: Rebound and take cover on the far side of a display.

Wisp suddenly felt like slamming her head against the wall, Of course the guard would be pretty much expecting something like this. Stupid girl, think before you act! Out loud she said with more than a touch of chagrin in her voice, "Sorry. I didn't think far enough ahead. I'd only gotten as far as the chance of our smokey entrance being seen through the windows of the driver's compartment being a very bad thing and tipping off the jerks piloting that we were hitching a ride." Noting the small slat opening into the driver's compartment she started, "Um, ma'am, do you have a way to contact the guards in the other trucks, ideally something anyone in the helicopters can't pick up? Let them know I'm coming over so we don't end up with any friendly fire? I have a plan..."

Vicky contemplated the idea of the contacts, "Definitely something worth looking into. After a while of wearing sunglasses indoors you start to look like kind of odd. It's one of the things I like about school, white hair and black sclera with red irises are some of the least unusual thing you'll see in a given class." "Well, you do have a distinctive look Joe, don't let anyone try and change it on you," she said, remembering the helmet more than anything else of his costume. Returning the wink to Mona before asking with a laugh, "Think they'd get mad if we got in costume and took a picture on top of the Statue of Liberty's crown?" "I know a shop over in the West End, one of the better selections in town. Might be worth the time to grab a few of these trade paperbacks," she said jotting down a list of titles on the back of business card.

Wisp nodded at her teammate, "You're right, capturing the hired help won't stop further attempts and might get more civilians injured in the crossfire. Mister Burke, wait here for the authorities please. Myrmidon and I will catch up with the trucks." With that she placed a hand on his shoulder and the duo vanished from the bridge in a plume of crimson and white smoke, reappearing with a similar display inside the rear compartment of the foremost truck, hoping the guard wouldn't be too panicked by their sudden entrance.

"Actually, I'd been using the scanners in the school's library to copy and save most of them on a hard drive. Since setting up in my office, I've been continuing the practice during any meals I take at my desk," Vicky said. When Subito suggested a get together with Serge's friend she nodded with a grin, "I'm in." Vicky fiddled with sleeve of her blouse, "Probably the second. I think the first is either getting off one's ass and trying or a dose of 'getoffyourassidone'. Still, I'm the youngest person in the office so I feel somewhat like the tag-along kid. The company receptionist is older than me for crying out loud. Pretty sure most of the webcomic guys are too." The mention of fighting took the Russian off-guard. "...Ooookay. So, stifle the first reaction of 'well yes, I do enjoy throwing guys in high-tech battle armor through walls', gotcha," she said with a teasing smile.

A small screen of red and white smoke erupted around Vicky, clearing a few seconds later to reveal her dressed in her costume, setting the bag down one leg of her civilian jeans flopped out of the half closed bag. "Sounds like a plan," Vicky agreed. She stayed back to let Myrmidon get the enemy's attention and got to watch with silent awe his weapon handling ability. Once opportunity showed itself again, Wisp scanned through the now glassless windshield to get an accurate count on her foes. In another plume of bi-colored smoke, she made several seemingly random jumps around the battlefield; each one punctuated by a rapid series of punches, kicks, or both. When she got to the man seeming to be in charge on the ground, her fist immediately sent a warning back to her pain receptors that punching this man was going to be far from easy. The semi-delayed hollow clang confirmed her suspicion. Vicky, finishing her circuit of hostage takers, landed back by the wrecked cab in a final cloud of smoke as she rubbed her aching knuckles.

Well, given the minions Wisp can take 10 on... that's a DC 26 toughness save from every one of them on the bridge. And since I can't carry that over to Sabot, 1d20+13=33... That's a DC 31 toughness for him. Her move action will be to get out of the car herself.