Thunder King

Voltage is going to follow Gonzales and make a quick scan of the gear they brought with them. He's going to note anything that might be dangerous or problematic using his Knowledge Technology. Taking 20 (thank you mental quickness!) For a 41

Voltage passes the knowledge Tech checks by taking 10 EDIT: Also the streetwise and civics stuff, but not the notice checks EDIT 2: And Quickness 8 takes care of the Notice check

Voltage followed the instructions to the best of his ability, but he was clearly awaiting assistance. He had fixed, repaired and worked on a great deal of technology, but he had never tried to save a life before. He wondered if pieces of his own suit could be used to help the man. He wondered a lot about what he could do to help.

No point in Voltage trying. He is more focused on saving his life

Voltage was not an expert in cybernetics, but he was an expert in technology. More to the point, in that moment, he was capable of getting to the injured man more quickly than anyone else. "I'm going to teleport to Helipad 3 now." He said. "Please, send me coordinates to guide him to the best place to treat him. I'll teleport him there." With that, he dissolved into silvery bolts of electricity. Moments later, he had the injured Irons in the coordinates sent to him by Eira. He focused on the network in the facility, and said. "I'm sorry to patch into the system this way, but Agent Irons is in the facility. If you have any data on his physiology that I can use for triage, please send it now. I am...not an expert on saving lives, and would appreciate it if anyone can get here to help. I'll do what I can with what I've got for now."

"Does the facility need much reworking and renovation? Honestly it's been quite a while since I had to stretch my mind on this sort of problem. Hmm, independent electrical system, security system, hmm, R&D. Ah, yes, custom server. Totally secure." It was evident that he was designing the entire facility as he stood there, thinking almost absentmindedly. "Ah, sorry, I realize this is not, actually, my own facility. I've created a document with my thoughts and ideas, I can share it with you if you like." Then, he reconsidered. "Actually, why don't we create a document for everyone to submit ideas? That way we don't have to hash out the whole thing while we stand here."

Voltage leaned in, curious. "I concur. We're not just superheroes. I mean, no disrespect to other heroes, but I think when you can do good, you do good. Even if it's not stopping villains. I'm very intrigued." His mind whirled with possibilities, as he assumed everyone else's did. He could imagine a robust security system, a complex system of various labs, safety protocols. If they asked for his input which, they might, he would have a fully formed design document, a list of possible grants and sponsors to seek, and a number of proposals ready in minutes. He was already searching the internet, looking for options.

"Human interaction is important...yes. I had to remember that one, myself.." Voltage said. He had met her before her current body. As for him, he had put on a bit of weight since coming out of isolation, looking quite a bit healthier. She would probably remember him best from when his hair was near shoulder length and gray, not the close cropped white that it currently was. He was still getting used to being in public, and was visibly a little bit on edge. Though, being around fellow scientists and people he knew was putting him a lot more at ease. They would forgive him his eccentricities. After all, most scientists have eccentricities.

Echoes of Legacy Crimson Tiger Mali clutched her knees. Her breath was ragged, her eyes, wide. She had traveled through dimensions, she had seen strange sights that most would never believe. She had fought alongside powerful people. What she had not ever expected was to travel through time. She had met her great-grandfather. She had met the Black Tiger. She knew how he died. She knew why he died. She knew the answer to a mystery that was nearly a hundred years old. It was a sight she would never forget. She had somehow slipped through time. She had landed in Bangkok, decades ago. From the chill of a Freedom City winter to the sultry heat of a Bangkok summer. Her great-grandfather was the tallest man of Thai descent she had ever met. He was over six feet tall, and looked every bit like the warrior she had imagined. She knew he was past his prime, but he still looked terrifying. She didn't know if she could take him. Despite her youth, her experience, and her application of 21st century science to the art they both practiced, the Black Tiger was a living legend. He had listened to her bizarre explanation. When she showed him a few family techniques, he was convinced. He had written those techniques down in a cipher and had never taught them to anyone. He was planning to. He hadn't gotten around to it, and never would. She knew that his notes would be translated some five years after his death, and would form the foundation of the style she now practiced, the Benjawan family branch of Muay Thai. They moved in concert. His blows were so precise, so powerful, that he crumped everyone he punched. He was a machine. He was a breathtaking fighter, a poet with his feet, knees, fists and elbows. He had allowed him to fight with her. She must accept that he was to die that night. She watched him throw armed men around like ragdolls. She watched him disarm them, throwing rifles and pistols away. She watched as her great-grandfather, pushing 50, kicked a man straight through a solid wooden door and stalk through the frame. She couldn't fathom fighting him in his prime. He had reach, he had power, he had experience. Even if she won, it would be rough. He had gotten a simple note earlier that evening. A massive cache of opium was moving in to Bangkok that evening. He didn't know who sent it, and he did anticipate a trap. He was the Black Tiger, and time was catching up to him. What better way to die than to do what he loved? So she stayed behind as he entered the last room. She shrank into the shadows as the gunfire rang out. Black Tiger was a master of Muay Thai, an absolute terror of a combatant, a man to fear. He was, however, a mere mortal. There were fits of gunfire, she could tell they were semi-automatic pistols, or revolvers. When silence filled the air, it took everything she had in her to avoid crying. She would have to find a way to go back home, to keep this dark secret. Black Tiger died walking into a trap. He died being shot by a dozen men with a dozen guns, and his body was tossed into the water. That was the end of her great-grandfather. That was the story she would tell her parents. The truth, however, was different. No voices spoke out when the gunfire ended. She didn't hear the shuffling of feet, or the movement of bodies. There was nothing but silence. She crept around the corner and peeked into the room. He was standing in the middle of the room with a grin on his face. Somehow, against all odds, he won. Her experience as a crime fighter showed her the secrets. He hadn't walked into the middle of an ambush. He had peeked in, shattered the light in the center of the ceiling, and bolted into the shadows. The men had all turned to follow his movements, but in the darkness they were inexperienced, and he was a master. They had spread themselves out to make sure he would arrive directly in the path of their shots, but that gave him room to move. Her great-grandfather had taken down ten armed men who intended to ambush him. “I won.” He grinned. “I thought maybe that your presence here was a clue, like you were here to see me to my grave. So I thought about how I might die. I peeked through the door and saw them standing there. Then, all I had to do was...” He began to dissolve into particles of light. He stared at his hand, blinking as every part of his body separated from the others. He didn't scream, he didn't cry out, the last look on his face was a strange, fascinated look on his face, and then a broad smile. Over the next week, she did research into the night Black Tiger died. According to family history, he had gone on one last mission. They found a bunch of armed men knocked unconscious, and seized a great deal of opium. Her great-grandfather, however, was nowhere to be found. The assumption was that he died sometime later that night. The facts matched. Black Tiger did not die that night. His great-granddaughter arrived from the future, accidentally altered the future slightly, and saved his life. Then, because he was now a paradox in time, he vanished. Maybe that's how it worked? She knew alternate timelines existed. Did she actually create one of those? If so, how, and why? She would need to speak to someone who understood time travel and alternate dimensions far more than she did. She did eventually fall asleep. Now that she had some questions she could ask, she had a problem she might be able to solve.

Name: Nicolette Lamontagne Age: 25 Occupation: Heiress, professional fencer. Home: Bordeaux France Weapon of Choice: Longsword Colors: Red, Gold Armor Description: The Lancelot armor is sleek in it's lines, giving Nicolette the maneuverability she needs to truly take advantage of her skills. It has an attached cape, but she can withdraw the cape if she needs to. She has trained in several forms of fencing, including old Medieval fencing manuals, since she was a young girl. She possesses great skill with a sword, but no other abilities except for her WonderTech armor.

Valerie was grateful for the assistance. While Colin wasn't useless in the kitchen, Thanksgiving was mostly her thing. They didn't have much of an extended family, and few who lived anywhere near Freedom City. Luckily, the Lanchesters had a toaster oven into which the biscuits could neatly fit to be warmed up. There was turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes and a spinach casserole. Valerie also made a pumpkin pie, but that, at least, wasn't homemade. Adam set the table with Colin. "So, any plans for after high school, Lulu? Adam is probably going off to college, but I think he wants to stay closer to home."

Colin nodded. "Just go down the hallway to the right. There's a bathroom, door's open, can't miss it." He said. Valerie showed Adam the turkey in the oven, and he sat down the couch to wait for Lulu to return. He put his feet up and stretched out. Colin sat down in his seat and said. "Lulu's cute, Adam." He smiled. "She seems nice." Adam nodded. "Honestly, yeah. She was one of my first real friends at Claremont, and she's been a big help in terms of just, all sorts of support, you know?' "I'm really glad that Claremont is working out. You've grown a lot."

Adam dutifully grabbed the casserole. His parents were already at the door. Adam's mom, Valerie, took the pie from her and remarked. "Oooh, I'm going to have to get a slice of that later." She stepped aside and invited Lulu into the house. Adam carried the casserole inside behind her. "Oh it's so nice to meet you!" She said. She offered Lulu a hug. Adam's mom was a rather prim woman in her late 40s, with short dark hair and a warm smile. She aged well, only really showing her age around her eyes. "Welcome, Lulu. We've heard a lot about you." Said Colin, Adam's dad. Colin looked exactly how you might expect a psychologist to look. He was a bespectacled man in his late 40s who probably wore a lot of sweaters. The living room at the Lanchester household had hardwood floors and an antique looking fireplace. It was a gas fireplace, with a roaring fire and a nice rug right in front of the fire. A little further away there was a television playing a football pregame show. There was a large coffee table in the middle of the room. "Do you drink coffee, Lulu? We've got a pot on, it's fresh."

Adam smiled. "Oh don't worry about it. If you need to freshen up, freshen up after a bit. We'll do the basic introductions and while my mom is distracted in the kitchen, go take care of business. I'll cover for you if you need me to." He realized he was only eighteen, and that he had a lot of growing up to do before he could be sure. He felt like he loved her. Sure, he was attracted to her, she was absolutely gorgeous. She was also very sweet, very compassionate, smart, witty, fun and funny. Even when he focused down and studied, her presence in his life never felt disruptive. He couldn't wait for his parents to meet her.

Adam put his hand on his girlfriend's back, leaned in, and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Sweetheart, my parents want me to be happy. And you, you make me happy. You're not dragging me anywhere. You're not your family, you're not your family history. You are whoever you decide you are, and you are a wonderful person. You are smarter than you think you are. Maybe you're not the same kind of smart I am, but you certainly are smart." "You, you are my charming, beautiful southern belle. You charmed the pants off of me, literally, and you're going to charm my parents. And if you have problems or struggle with something, they'll understand. You're young, you're nervous. You might make a small blunder here or there, but they're going to see how you feel about me, how you make me feel, and the kind of person you really are. That's what they're going to see, and that's what's going to matter to them. What matters to them is my happiness. And if all that fails and they don't like you, screw 'em, I do, and they'll learn to love you."

Adam nodded. "Three oclock. I figure we'll eat dinner around four-ish. Don't worry, hon, you'll be fine. You're smart, you're sweet, you're gorgeous. My parents are going to love you." He had, of course, told them all about her, even sent them pictures. He was surprised it took this long to coordinate their meeting, but Thanksgiving was as good a day as any. Adam was...reasonably comfortable in her car. His seat was practically all the way back, but he was reasonably comfortable. He knew his mom and dad were going to love Lulu, just as he did. She was very self-conscious, a lot of it had to do with her family background. He didn't hold it against her and neither would his parents. If anything, his parents were delighted that he got a girlfriend. His rather unique appearance and personal challenges made romance seem a distant idea, too far removed to be realistic. Yet, Lulu had proven he could find love.

"The hell?!" Adam shouted as he bolted to his feet. The sky, was green. The hell did that mean? "Okay, the sky is green. What do we do now?" Adam ran to the window and saw outside. "Looks like we're not leaving the grounds." He turned to the Headmistress and looked confused. He had no idea what to do or what was going on, but it looked like something supernatural. Just in time for Halloween.

Is everyone still on board for this?

It was a special time in a boy's life, when he was on the brink of becoming a man. A challenge awaited him unlike any he had ever done before. College applications. So, here Adam was, sitting and waiting for Headmistress Summers. If she didn't give him one, maybe she could offer some suggestions. His parents tried to be helpful, of course, but he couldn't make heads or tails of their advice. So he decided to come to the one person in the school he knew understood the process for sure other than the councilors. Maybe he was trying too hard to go directly to the Headmistress, maybe not. He had plenty of time to spare, and he had his eyes on the prize. If she refused, he could move on down the rungs at the school. Though the only reason he thought she would refuse is if she simply didn't feel she knew him well enough. That was always a possibility. His head sank. Oh well, he'd already asked to see her, might as well get the appointment over with.

Also throwing Tattered Man into the Bedlam consideration, but Specimen takes priority.

I volunteer Specimen for Claremont!

IDEA All of Arthurian Myth Is True. All of it. Any inconsistencies are owed to various incarnations having different versions of the events. Also, I think I'm gonna stake my claim on Lancelot. I propose that each of us present a brief overview of our concept, like, so; Knight: Lancelot Secret ID: Ordinary human woman, mid-20s, tall, fit, blond. Character Themes: The Best Knight in terms of pure combat ability. (mostly just really good in a fight) Extra Powers: None Armor Colors: Red and Gold Concept: Lancelot and Guinivere was his fault. She was infatuated with him and he seduced her because he could. He was an arrogant jerk, and later in life, he blamed himself for the fall of Camelot. If only Arthur hadn't had to worry about him AND Mordred, none of that would have happened. Now a woman takes up the mantle of the legendary knight. She's resentful and ambivalent towards the legacy of Lancelot. What she doesn't realize is that she is exactly what he had in mind in his old age.

I'm not sure what we'd even fight in a giant robot though. I'm not necessarily against it, but would we break it out all that often?

I like the idea of having the original table, and Merlin slowly assembling the castle before calling the knights. There's a power rangers type situation there that I like.

I'm gonna go stream-of-consciousness here, sorry for the relative lack of coherency from idea to idea, but each idea should be understandable by itself. I'm not going to be disappointed if any or all of these ideas are turned down. This is just spit-balling. Arthur is Missing. He might be out there somewhere, or he might not, the characters don't know. Merlin is Zordon in the hawthorn tree Nimue trapped him in. Color Coordinated: every character has a color scheme. The armor is the unifying concept, actual aesthetics vary from person to person, but I think color is a neat way to separate the PCs. Lean on the Power Rangers/Arthur and the Knights of Justice/Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog idea. Also crests/heraldry. If Cosmic, Camelot is a castle built into a meteor? Internal atmosphere makes it look like a castle? Hawthorn tree sits at the center of the courtyard that uses artificial lighting to look like a sky? Code names are the knight's names, but their real names aren't? Lancelot, Galahad, etc, are the superhero names, even if that's not their real names. How do they find out about their roles? Are they semi-reincarnations? Are they chosen based on the original knight's legend and how they live up to it? Are they called to Camelot by Merlin? Who put Merlin in the castle? Does anyone know? Is that a mystery the team doesn't know about? Is Avalon another dimension? Is that where Arthur is? Did he come back before, is he refusing now? Where is Mordred? Is that a Big Bad we're going to work against? I mean I'm assuming we go with a version where Arthur killed him, but who's to say if he didn't also cycle through.