Thunder King

Solar Sentinel nodded, took the radio, and vanished in a streak of blue light. As soon as he hit a high enough altitude to stay well above their visibility, he headed towards where he saw the cops going. "Hello, this is Solar Sentinel. I am following the officers that are following the suspects. I am well above you. If you run into any trouble, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll be down there in a flash, over." He knew that there could be a great deal more criminals at the destination, and was prepared to intervene if things looked bad. He wasn't about to let the officers get hurt. Not on his watch.

Take 10 for a 20. That works

Nah, gonna go after two of them and have some sort of excuse why I can't drop the other two. It would be nice to let Starchaser get a hit in,

Solar Sentinel nodded. "Do you think they'd appreciate some backup? I can follow with the cops, well above them and be there when they corner the robbers. That way the police have some help, if you think that's a good idea." It was somewhat strange. Solar Sentinel, as a super hero, found it important to cooperate with the police. Henry, as a fire fighter, also found it important to cooperate with the police. He had a bit of insight into how the emergency services worked. That was occasionally useful, like knowing how radio communication between police, paramedics and fire fighters worked.

Graft is going to charge in and swing at whichever at the Gasmen he reaches first. With a 26 He's switching from his tentacles AP to his Strike AP, so it's a DC25 autofire, penetrating strike

16? Not bad

Tyrone was driving along when he spotted the carnage. He saw what was happening, and knew he needed to act quickly. He pulled his car off to the side of the street and grabbed the bag in his back seat. He dashed out of his car and quickly stepped into a nearby alley. He made sure he wasn't being observed, and unzipped the bag, dropping it to the ground and stepping toward it. The suit responded automatically, as if knowing his intent. It slithered out of the bag, a mess of slick green tendrils. It snaked up and down his body, covering him from head to toe before shifting into a hardened shell. Rather than run out of the alleyway, he crawled quickly up the side of the nearby building. Tendrils shot out of him in all directions as he made his way quickly up the wall. Once he was on the roof, he leaped down into the middle of the traffic. Two tentacles extended from his shoulders and reached into the gas. They plucked people off their feet and pulled doors open. The tentacles wrapped gently around the waists of the uninjured and pulled them free of the gas. He saw Starchaser arrive on the scene a few moments before he began to help people, and hoped the other hero wouldn't get the wrong impression.

As Graft will be charging headlong into the gas to rescue people, a save is in order; http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4291157/ 26 ought to do it

Cool start, SC! Gonna roll the knowledge check; 28! Graft knows his science!

She knew she couldn't let him get another shot. She slammed an elbow into his sternum and sent him sprawling to the floor. She turned around and immediately delivered a vicious snap kick to the side of the other man's head. She grumbled inwardly and started descending the stairs again. Before she did so, she plucked their weapons out of their unconscious hands. With practiced ease, she disengaged the clips and removed the upper portions. With the guns completely disassembled, she pocketed the receivers and clips, intending on disposing them as soon as she found a trash can.

Yeahhh, 23 for the attack on the guy who tried to shoot her, and assuming he fails his DC22 TOU save, the same for his buddy

Gonna turn around and jump those guys, rolled an 18 for initiative

The man nodded and smiled "Thank you, though I am concerned about the exact nature of this threat. You say 'night', do you mean that you think he'll attack at night? Hmm, is there anything we can do to help? Anything at all?" He gulped. "To be honest, all of this mystic business is, well, a bit scary. You know? I'm sure when you've got powers and the like, it all seems fairly mundane, but, for us it's...a different matter, you know?"

Crimson Tiger >Twin Tigers III 12 posts >The Tiger and the Crow 1 post >Rough and Tumble 1 post >Field Trip Chicago 1 post Solar Sentinel >The New War 4 posts GM >Cleaning the Streets 3 posts >Nightmares and Demons 10 posts ALL GM posts go to Crimson Tiger

Mali lay in bed until late the next morning, and when she came downstairs she found Tarrin, already awake and chatting away. Neither of them spoke to one another, but both knew last night had been a triumph. There was probably a lot more opium on the streets, but Tarrin had been careful to contact what he knew to be honest cops. The opium would be incinerated. Perhaps more importantly, one of the largest traders of opium in Thailand had been taken down and out of the business. More would fill that empty spot, but it was a solid blow nonetheless. Leaving Thailand was as bittersweet as arriving had been. She had met a new friend, and done some great things. Still, she had to leave her family again, and regretted the reason she had to come. She hugged Tarrin and shook the hands of her other relatives as they left for the airport. As they flew into the air, she let herself relax. She had her own battles in Freedom City, and knew that it wouldn't be long before she had to put her costume on and get to work. She remembered her costume, hidden away amidst her bags and smiled as she went to sleep.

The police found him the next morning, half asleep and soaked in rainwater. A pile of wet ashes lay in front of him. The police could see that the ashes had once been money. Just inside the warehouse, they found over a dozen men in various states of injury, all bound by zip ties. In the center of the floor of the warehouse, they saw over a hundred pounds of pure opium, stacked in neat bricks. They knew who had done this at once. The legendary Black Tiger, enemy of the opium trade. Some of the officers cheered inwardly, while others grumbled. It had been a very long time since the first Black Tiger stalked the streets of Bangkok. Rumors of the new Black Tiger had whispered their way through the city, but no one honestly suspected that his presence was real. This was all the evidence they knew. The officer in charge saw the opium and grinned. He knew just where to put it, too. There was an incinerator just waiting to destroy the foul substance.

The girl, the Crimson Tiger, stood by the car with a sledgehammer. She was silent as the grave, and Chakprii realized at that moment that this girl was as dangerous as the Black Tiger was. She too had ferociously torn through his hired thugs like paper. Like a tiger with it's prey. Black Tiger grabbed him by the back of his head and jerked it up. “You build an empire on the backs of the dying!†He roared. She slammed the hammer into the front passenger window. “You corrupt the innocent and take advantage of the weak!†She shattered the back passenger window. “You infect the streets with your opium!†She shattered the back windshield. “Do you know how much blood is on your hands, prey? Do you?!†She shattered the back passenger window. He felt Black Tiger jerk his head to the side. He gazed into the eyes of Black Tiger, and fear took his breath.

He remembered a pistol in his glove compartment and moved to open it when he heard a loud CRAK. His hand jerked free of the compartment and dropped the pistol below the seat. He gasped as he spied the cracks in his windshield. Why was Black Tiger torturing him instead of taking him down? Then the door behind him popped open and he fell through it, landing on the concrete. He felt someone drag him away from the car by his arm, he moved to hit the hand, but he was dropped roughly before he could. Then he felt his hands pulled roughly behind his back and tied. He was sitting up. Thunder rolled across the sky again, threatening rain.

Chakprii ran outside, searching the dimly lit parking lot for his car. He spotted it and ran towards it, desperate to escape the nightmare that had followed him to the warehouse. He opened the door and hurried inside. He almost turned the key when the window shattered. A black gloved hand wrenched his hand up and plucked the key out of it easily. He flung the key into the air, and far out of reach. He scooted as far away from the hand as he could and stared at Black Tiger, who silently opened the door to the car. Chakprii watched as Black Tiger slammed his foot into the open door as hard as he could, almost breaking it clean off.

Two men remained. They gasped and backed up. Black Tiger hid his ragged breath and stalked forward. He let the rifle hit the ground with an ominous thud. Crimson Tiger watched them watch Black Tiger. They had apparently forgotten about her. One went to aim his rifle, but she bolted forward and slammed her fist into the side of his head, sending him sprawling before he even got the weapon above his hip. The second man looked to react, but she slammed her elbow into his face, sending him to the ground. Chakprii stood in a corner for only a moment before taking off in a run. He pulled objects off of shelves on his way out. The two Tigers simply faded into the shadows.

Four men closed in on him, eyes getting used to the darkness. Two had pistols, and the third had a rifle. He turned to one of the pistol wielders and broke the stick in half against the side of his face. He grabbed the rifle by the barrel and turned it upward as the man fired. He turned and delivered a vicious kick to the abdomen of the second man, before slamming his hand on the butt of the rifle and pulling it out of his foe's hand altogether. He released the clip and turned it to the third man, slamming it into his abdomen. As the man bent over, he delivered an elbow to the back of his head. Black Tiger stalked to the nearest thug, he reached forward and grabbed the barrel of his rifle towards him and aimed it upward. The man stumbled in and Black Tiger kneed him directly in the forehead, sending him sprawling back.

She dropped to a crouch, skittered away, and came from below with a fierce uppercut to the jaw of one of the thugs. A man to her left must have heard her, because he took a swing at her head. It was a good punch, but she delivered a snap kick to his midsection before he could land it. Black Tiger, meanwhile, had appropriated the wooden stick of one of the thugs and was putting it to good use. One of the thugs pulled a gun, but Black Tiger simply delivered a fierce smack to his hand as if to correct a mischievous child. The fingers swelled up immediately as the gun hit the floor and Black Tiger knocked him out with a right hook.

The speaker clearly meant to say something, but Black Tiger did not give him the chance. He stepped towards the nearest thug, who had clearly gotten closer than he meant to. Mali heard an audible snap as the guard's arm shattered. Black Tiger disarmed him quickly and aimed the rifle at the lights. The sound of gunfire hit the air as she watched all the lights go out. She head a bunch of swearing in Thai, and then the sounds of fighting. That was all she needed to know. She activated the night vision goggles he had given her before they set out. Seven men stood, back to back, rifles pointing outward in all directions. It was a clever tactic, she had to admit. It was not clever enough. She moved forward quickly, as quietly as she could manage. Luckily, they were too busy shouting at each other to hear her. She grabbed the first man by the back of the head and elbowed him in the nose, before grabbing his rifle and swinging it in a wide arc. She watched as one of the men collapsed to the floor as the rifle hit him in the back. The others turned to shoot at where they knew she was, but she wasn't there anymore.

The door was locked, but Black Tiger got rid of that easily enough. They slid the door open as quietly as they could, and found the rooms empty. No guards, no people. There were shelves upon shelves of various products, though. They walked cautiously through the warehouse, staying hidden as best they could. Then, the lights turned on. They instinctively backed into each other, back to back. They looked around the room, desperate to find the source. “Oh, look.†Someone said, stepping out from behind a line of shelves. “The legendary Black Tiger...and what's that, the Red Kitty?†He chuckled. Laughter filled the room as dozens of thugs stepped in. It was a trap.

Rather than try to fight their way through a dozen floors of thugs and criminals, they decided that they would go to the target directly in his penthouse apartment. They scaled the building easily, avoiding any rooms with lights on. Black Tiger popped the window open with ease and the two of them slid inside. It was empty. The bed was neat and had not been slept in. Everything looked as though Chakprii Anantasu was simply not home. That did little to discourage them, instead they searched through his possessions, discreetly, for any sign as to his whereabouts. They found no evidence leading to his location, but they did find the address of a warehouse. It was referenced in several of his documents, and seemed the most likely place to find answers, if not opium to destroy. So, they scaled back down the building and rode towards the warehouse. On their way, they discussed their attack pattern. They would search for a way in that was less obvious, take anyone out they stumbled across, and search for clues.